Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 50: Good morning

This sentence is like eternal oil splashed on Mars, causing an uproar in the hall!

The vassals were angry. `Le`wen` novels ``lwxiaoshuo`

"This fuck..."

"Fuck him..."

"Guard!"

But before the vassals' anger could vent, Thales spoke again, his voice resounding through the hall.

"You know, sometimes I miss Nunn very much," the prince sighed, but there was no respect in the words: "I want to say to him: Look, the dignified Longxiao City, this is what you left. Something under."

"Your poor inheritance, Nunn," Thales turned, looked up at the stone carvings above his head, opened his arms to the nobles on both sides, and shook his head seemingly melancholy: "It's just a group of thinking rivers. The old antique, guarding a useless and weak little girl, bites for the bone in Longxiao City."

"I have been listening for so long, but I have had enough."

He closed his face and said with contempt: "As the survivors of Nunn, you are really sad."

Boom!

"Profane the King?"

Count Kierkegel slammed the seat coldly: "You will regret this sentence."

"I swear."

Thyls shook his head disdainfully, without responding at all.

"Wow," Ian stared at Thales dumbstruck in his seat: "I thought I was too much."

"If this is your plan, ma'am, it's better to stop him before the accident." Nicolae's pale face was filled with out-of-state anger at this time, and he was beside the grandfather He whispered: "This is too much. If this continues, no one can save him in front of the angry northerners."

"Even with his father, he has the protection of the Star Kingdom."

But Selma just looked at the prince in a daze, and didn't reply.

Thyls...

You, you?

Tyles took two more steps and passed Monty.

The Dead Crow sneered at him slightly, with unkind eyes in his eyes.

"Enough! Prince Thales," Earl Hearst shouted angrily: "The lady tried to save your life, but you--"

"Oh, talking about this!"

Tyles increased the volume, as if he had suddenly realized something, and he turned to the earl with the golden beard in time.

"Save my life? Ha!" He shook his head with a look of absurdity and disdain, and shook his tongue at the grandpa in the seat.

"I just knew: betting the chips on the so-called grandpa is not safe at all."

He shook his head and sighed seemingly annoyed: "I advise you not to do this either."

"As I thought: She is too weak and too stupid," Thales shrugged: "So much so that even a puppet can't do well, let alone protect me."

The prince snorted: "Stupid little ladies."

Earl Lisbane looked at the prince in disbelief, only feeling that he had never been so strange before—as if he was no longer the prince who had always kept himself safe.

Selma's expression changed. She looked at Thales at a loss, but she couldn't stop thinking of what the boy had said in her heart.

[Don't care about others, don't care about others, don't have the slightest hesitation and hesitation. 】

【I will solve the remaining problems. 】

This is... your way of solving the problem?

"How dare you insult our lady?"

Earl Hurst squeezed his fist, his face twisted, and his anger was expressed every word: "That's not bad, Prince Thales, Your Highness, as a celestial person, you are so kind. ."

"Then let's see how hard you can be."

Thyls blinked.

"People in the North have said this to me more than once," the second prince exhaled, seeming helpless: "As a result, six years have passed, and my head is still on my neck. ."

Earl Hurst shouted like a beast that had been invaded!

The people of the Northland erupted with deafening curses, and the guards of the Grand Duke even held down two vassals who couldn't help but step forward.

"This is really interesting," Count Linner looked at Thales coldly: "Madam, it seems that your judgment of people is a bit biased."

Selma was quiet at this moment.

She looked at Thales sadly.

But only a false emotion can be harvested from the eyes of the prince.

Thyls...

What are you going to do?

"Yes!"

"The League of Liberty is our handwriting, the premeditated by the stars," Thales took a deep breath, turned to the northerners in the hall, and shouted, "And what can you do?" Northlander? Longxiao City?"

"Endlessly listening to political meetings, arguing in the castle? Then use pretentious rhetoric, boasting that it is not your achievements, and concealing your incompetence and stupidity?"

"I'm so fed up," he sneered, "It seems that you really made a lot of contributions to Longxiao City."

Countless anger sounded in the air, bringing enthusiasm from Northland people such as "kill him".

Earl Nazaire frowned and looked at Thales, and spoke to the opposite Lisbane: What's the matter?

But the regent just shook his head.

He doesn't know either.

"And the one that upsets me the most..."

"One thing, your grand duke is right," Thales sighed, his face turned cold:

"Six years ago, if it weren't for me, you-Longxiao City would have long since existed!"

"It's still your turn to yell from here, talking about how to deal with me?" Thales turned around in place, taking every pair of eyes into his eyes, laughing and raising the volume, cover People who have passed the Northland scolded: "As if you can really do it!"

The noise in the hall is getting louder and louder.

"Now, if I say: chop off one of his hands," Earl Linner said coldly, "Is anyone opposed?"

In the hall there was an overwhelming anger and approval.

Thyls laughed indifferently.

He turned around, facing the grandfather who was already speechless, and opened his arms:

"Come on!"

He seemed to be a brave warrior, smiling contentedly on the battlefield: "Everyone of Longxiao City, the second prince of the stars, Thales Canxing, is here now!"

"Although take me as a hostage," the boy shouted, "Chop hands or feet, whatever you want!"

The three princes' guards held down the fifth vassal who was about to rush up-Earl Hudson.

Thyls can't remember whether he is Mu Xuehe or Hudson of Spear City.

But it doesn't matter.

Tyles looked at the angry Northlanders coldly.

Time is almost up.

Ian looked at Thales in the field and frowned: What on earth do you want to do?

This is Longxiao City, and you are facing people from the North.

If this continues, even if you want to be sent to Qiyuan City in peace, it will be impossible!

Selma looked sadly at Thales, who seemed to challenge all the powerful in the entire Dragon City.

Yes.

At this time...

There is no one...

I will mention the marriage again, then I will ask, and I will mention the qualifications of the grand duke.

But.

But you...

Tels!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling a sore nose.

Tyles roared again.

"But you must remember!"

Tyles waved his arms, glaring at every Northlander who gritted his teeth, raising his head and shouting angrily: "On that day in the future..."

"The day I put on the crown of nine stars and took over the rod of stars."

"Every debt will be liquidated, and every hatred will be washed away!"

He said these words like a basin of cold water, and the angry shouts in the hall immediately stopped.

"In the name of the star."

"This is a promise from the Kingdom of Stars, the heir to the throne," Thales took advantage of this silence, lowered the volume, and soothed his hoarse voice, and said coldly:

"Remember, each of you."

"Remember, Exeter."

He coldly scanned the vassals full of the hall, and found that the momentary anger in their eyes had slowly diminished and turned into a hatred that was indelible over the years.

"Boy," Earl Kirtson grinds his teeth hard, as if to chew Thales up:

"Do you think the Northlanders would be afraid of your threat?"

Thyls turned his head like a stab, and met his gaze: "Isn't it?"

"When facing the stars, see how scared you are."

The prince sighed and smiled: "The once majestic and famous Longxiao City, now..."

"You can only fight with hostages."

The subdued anger in the hall sounded again, one after another.

Except for the doubtful Lisbane and the frowned Nazaire, even the other four earls showed their anger.

"I doubt very much whether you will survive until the day of being crowned." Count Kerkerkol squeezed his remaining fist, expressionless: "If it were not for the restraint of the Grand Duke’s guard, you would now It was torn to pieces!"

Tels laughed: "So I said, you are a bunch of idiots."

The second prince of the stars sighed without anyone else:

"It doesn't matter whether I am crowned or not."

"Because someone will be crowned!"

He squinted his eyes and looked at the counts fearlessly: "In terms of how to deal with my problem, you have never faced me, but—"

The prince spoke slowly, ending his words: "The whole star kingdom!"

Tyles finished speaking lightly, ushering in another wave of protest.

But he didn't realize it.

At this moment, when the focus was all attracted by Thales, a servant hurriedly came up to the wall, came behind the regent of Lisban, and leaned close to his ear.

Some people noticed this, but they were immediately attracted by Thales and turned their eyes again.

But Lisban's expression changed, and he lowered his voice and said, "What? Now? He's here..."

The servant nodded.

After Lisban asked a few more words, his face became worse and worse.

Earl Nazaire noticed the expression of his old friend, and he immediately cast a questioning look.

Unexpectedly, the old Lisban, who had always been steady, had a look of despair and panic at this time. He shook his head at the suspicious Nazer.

Risban took a deep breath, looked at Thales in disbelief, and smiled bitterly.

Is that so?

Prince Thales.

That's it.

One second later, Lisban waved weakly as if giving up something.

The servant has left, and the clash in the field continues.

"We, the Kingdom of Exeter are not afraid of any opponents."

Earl Linner said coldly: "Because of your stupid actions, boy, your fate today is doomed."

"And the same in the future: Do you think you may be lucky, and you will be able to sit back and relax after returning to the walls of the stars?"

"Maybe you forgot, eighteen years ago, we took you..."

Thyls interrupted him mercilessly.

"Oh, you are not qualified to represent Exeter."

"Don't every day'Exter','Exter' "We're our'," Thales chuckled, "Don't take yourself too high: such a big country, no one Are qualified to represent."

Earl Linner's gaze is getting more and more vicious: "I will remember your words, and the debts of the Liberty Alliance with the stars will be counted on you."

But Thales was not afraid, as if it was just a walk in the backyard.

"Forget it, in front of me, it's not your turn to speak harshly."

He shook his head contemptuously: "Earl Linna, you want to threaten the next High King of the Star Kingdom, your level is too low."

"A king of a country-a vassal-a vassal."

Linner's face suddenly turned green.

At this moment.

Boom!

The main entrance of the hall was suddenly opened.

A heavy and deep voice sounded lowly:

"I seem to hear someone say that not everyone has the right to represent Exeter?"

"If you want to talk to a heir to a king, the earl's rank is not enough?"

The quarrel in the hall stopped~IndoMTL.com~Most people looked at the door blankly, not understanding what was going on.

Puff, puff, puff.

The sound of footsteps sounded.

Under everyone's doubts first or later, a middle-aged nobleman with a frost-faced face, accompanied by a few angry-faced guards, stepped into the hero hall without anyone else.

The visitor stopped, stood in the middle of the hall leisurely, and looked around calmly.

He spoke softly, but there seemed to be a deep chill in his words: "What about me?"

"How about a king?"

The hall was silent for a moment.

Selma, Lisbane, Nazer, Nicolai, Kierke Gour, Hirst, Linna, Kirtson, Lord Justin, and even Monty and many vassals...

From the grandfather to the vassal, even to the guards and the envoys of Qiyuan City, they all froze in an instant---Risban still had a look of fatigue and sorrow.

As if the time in the hall has stopped at this moment, no longer moving forward.

Their expressions were exactly the same, all staring blankly at the middle-aged nobleman who had just walked in.

It's like a dead man crawling out of the grave, like he would never appear.

Only Thales, he looked at the middle-aged noble indifferently, not surprised or impatient.

The prince sighed.

You are so slow.

Old friends.

Under countless strange or shocked eyes, the middle-aged nobleman raised his head.

The dark golden crown on his forehead gleamed with a dark red gem in the center.

Seeing the gem clearly, many people gasped.

In the next second, the forty-sixth king of the Kingdom of Exeter and Grand Duke of the Black Sands, His Majesty Chaman I glanced at everyone in the hall expressionlessly, and whispered:

"Good morning."

"Longxiao City."