Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 51: Return it

Tels never thought that when a king appeared in front of his vassals, he would get such an interesting response. . lwxiaoshuo.

At that moment, all eyes were on the king.

In the silence of the audience, Charman Rumba walked unhurriedly with his hands behind his back without expression.

But it seems to be exuding the solemn pressure of the king.

His eyebrows are slightly frowned, and he seems to be deliberately looking at the floor tiles of the Palace of Valor, as if there is some noteworthy texture on them.

Behind the king, Viscount Cambeda and Kroaishi separated left and right indifferently.

Not everyone recognizes King Chaman, so apart from Thales, there are only two expressions left in the hall:

A solemn and confused face.

Some people have both: such as Lisban and Nazaire, such as the Grand Duke.

"The Exeters."

Viscount Cambida stepped forward solemnly. With his high-pitched voice and the short and powerful tone of the Northlanders, he announced to the whole hall awe-inspiringly:

"Salute to your king!"

Cambeda's voice echoed in the hall.

The next second, as if a torrential rain crashed down, the nobles who were still in doubt suddenly broke out uncontrollable discussions and noise!

"What's the matter?"

"The murderer was actually in Longxiao City?"

"How did he get in?"

"Is it arranged in advance?"

"No, look at that prince carefully..."

There are doubters, shocked ones, heavy ones, panicked ones, and gnashing teeth.

But the grandma and the six earls fell into a weird silence:

Selma was pale, and Lisban closed her eyes and said nothing.

Nazer looked at the king with difficulty, then frowned at Thales indifferently.

Kierkeguer's eyes burned and his breathing accelerated; Hirst seemed to have seen King Chaman for the first time, and his solemn and scrutinizing eyes were firmly locked on him.

Earl Linner and Earl Kirtson were so shocked that they didn't even have the time to exchange eyes.

Ian from Qiyuan City was stunned. He blinked desperately and looked at the King of the Gathering in the middle of the hall in disbelief, casting doubtful eyes at Thales from time to time.

That's what the father said...the ambitious and terrifying Duke Black Sand?

Six years ago, who was the initiator of the disaster in Longxiao City?

How come?

Tels?

Doesn’t that mean...

Ian's face is getting ugly.

At the center of the storm, King Chaman remained calm and casual.

His left hand draped the saber around his waist lightly, paying no attention to the surrounding atmosphere.

The nobles are getting louder and louder.

At this moment, the king suddenly raised his head!

The nobles who were talking could not help but hold their breath.

The gaze of King Chaman was full of cold and dead silence, and the people who were swept shudder wherever he went.

It's like falling into a bottomless glacier.

Several seconds later, the king grinned and looked at the nobles in Longxiao City, and smiled sarcastically:

"Huh."

Tyles took a deep breath and looked at Wiya and Rolf, who looked worried and calmly. Behind Cambeda and Kroaishi, the two attendants of the Star Prince bowed their heads. Close to the wall, came to the prince in a low-key manner.

In the end, I got to this point.

The prince thought sadly: The worst step.

He nodded at the two returning.

At this moment, Thales felt a chill in his back!

Innocent eyes shot at him.

Is the meteorite.

Nicolai is staring at Rumba, like staring at an unforgettable enemy, the pain and hatred in his eyes is about to melt into flames and gush out.

He looked at Thales again, his eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction.

Probably the meteorite himself is also hard to say, at this moment he hates King Chaman more or Thales.

Thyls sighed softly, and he turned his head, as if he didn't see the horrible expression of the meteorite.

"Longxiao City, are you all deaf?"

In the hall, Viscount Cambida was very dissatisfied with the performance of the nobles. He waved his arm and shouted angrily: "In the name of the co-governance oath..."

"To the co-lord of the Northlanders of the Western Continent, the 46th co-existing king of the Kingdom of Exeter and Quegul Glacier, His Majesty Chaman Rumba--"

"Salute!"

He glared at the hall.

The scene was quiet again, the vassals frowned, and many people turned their eyes to the grand duke.

Selma took a deep breath. She turned her head hard and looked at King Chaman.

It just so happened that the king turned his head and shot sharply at Selma.

The girl's face paled, and the memories of her past came to mind.

Earl Lisbane looked at the grand prince with a solemn expression, then looked at King Chaman, then sighed and nodded.

"He is the king. This is the obligation of the co-governance oath." The regent whispered to the girl.

Getting the prompt from Lisban, Selma swallowed hard. She took a few deep breaths before lifting her skirt, leaving her seat, and slowly walking down the steps.

Go to the Supreme Ruler of Exeter.

"Your Majesty Chaman," she came to King Chaman, held her heart, bowed slightly, and bowed her head respectfully: "Welcome to Longxiao City."

"Your arrival surprised me very much."

Following the movements of the grandpa, countless sighs sounded in the hall.

The King Chaman looked at Selma condescendingly, looking at the emblem of the dragon spear in the cloud on her clothes, a glimmer of imperceptible confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either."

"But life is always full of surprises," he hummed deeply, seemingly:

"The ruler of Dragon City."

The king turned his eyes and looked around.

The next second, there is a rustle in the hall—all Exeters, whether they are aristocratic vassals or soldier servants, whether they are a high-powered earl or Viscount Ian of Qiyuan City, or uneasy, or Not angry, but all left their seats and got up.

Kneel on one knee.

Salute to King Exter in the middle of the hall.

Thyls watched all this in silence, as if returning to the day when King Chaman was crowned six years ago.

Seeing the movements of the officials, Cambeda and Kroaishi looked at each other, and then nodded in satisfaction, and knelt down together.

But Cambida frowned immediately: not everyone knelt down.

"Dumb, stand back a little bit," Wiya pulled Rolf back, and whispered dissatisfiedly: "It's just us standing, some are too high-profile..."

Rolfe shrugged, pointed to a person in the field, frowned and made a gesture: [It's not just us. 】

Without waiting for Wiya's reaction, Viscount Cambida's unpleasant voice sounded again:

"Earl Kirtson."

"Are you still standing without saluting?"

The eyes of the audience all turned: One of the six tallest earls in Longxiao City, Solon Kirtson, Earl of Felenburg, stood in situ with an expression of irritation, and the Feng kneeling down on one knee with him. The ministers were quite abrupt in comparison.

"I still remember, when we were young, we were silly together in Longxiao City-you were respectful and afraid of Majesty Nunn."

Earl Kirtson said coldly: "Now, you are running back to the city of Longxiao to be prestigious, Charman?"

The eyebrows of King Chaman moved slightly, and he hummed a sound from his nose.

It seems to be very interesting.

"Listen well, Charman, we are the vassals of the Grand Duchess of Longxiao City," Kirtson said without showing any weakness against the king's gaze, "It's just her vassals. Only salute her."

Selma looked at Kirtson in surprise, who had been at odds with her before.

It seems to have met this mean-speaking earl for the first time.

The entire hall was silently watching the confrontation between Kirtson and King Chaman.

But the king ignored him, just removed his eyes.

It seems indifferent.

"In this hall, only the prince of stars does not have to salute the king, Earl Kirtson," Cambeda said flatly.

Thyls sighed: This Viscount Cambeda probably still hates the embarrassment of the last meeting.

I saw an evil light in the eyes of the Viscount of Manton City:

"Why, are you also a star person?"

As soon as this statement came out, Earl Kirtson's face turned pale.

Many people frowned.

"Kneel down and show your loyalty to the king." Cambeda said coldly.

Earl Kirtson took a deep breath. He looked at the king with disdain, then at Cambida, just about to rebut.

But his shoulder was caught.

Kurtson turned his head in surprise: Earl Linner clasped his shoulder, his face ugly.

"Kneel down, he is the king after all."

"Etiquette is second, but if you don't want to break the co-governance vow the next day and gain a reputation as an'infidelity', you don't want to become a relationship between Longxiao City and the king..."

Earl Linner’s tone was accompanied by a warning: "Kneel down, don’t cause trouble."

Kurtson raised his head indignantly and looked at the king. He thought of something and his face struggled.

King Chaman still looked back at him with a deep face.

A few seconds later, Kirtson gritted his teeth, and finally closed his eyes and knelt on one knee.

His hands on his knees trembled slightly, as if it were a great humiliation.

There was a sneer belonging to the king in the hall.

"If you don't want to kneel down," King Chaman was like a person who suddenly came to life from the portrait, his expression vivid:

"Then don't kneel."

"A true Northlander, there is no difference in appearance," he glanced at Kirtson contemptuously: "What do you think, Kirtson, my old knowledge?"

Earl Kirtson, who had already knelt down, looked very ugly.

"Get up and sit back, everyone, especially you, little girl," King Chaman glanced at Selma indifferently, making the latter gritted his teeth and looked around again:

"Don't let me ruin the atmosphere."

The vassals in the hall slowly got up, followed by the squeaking of fists.

Under the grand duke’s seat, Earl Nazaire said in a heavy tone: "When will he arrive in Longxiao City? You don't know in advance?"

Across from him, Lisban sighed.

"This time, does it matter?"

Nazer glanced at the king who was uninhabited by his side, and snorted, "I thought you would stop him, whether outside the city or the palace--not just let him go into an uninhabited state, I Lord Regent."

"I think so," the Regent Response replied unceremoniously: "Maybe we can add some sideshows of "Dragon City Killing the Assassin in the Palace"."

But Lisban's eyes followed closely:

"If it hadn't been for the news that the king came to the Palace of Valor at the same time as he arrived, it would have spread throughout Longxiao City."

Nazer's gaze narrowed: "Spread all over Longxiao City?"

"Everyone knows that he is with us," Lisban nodded cautiously and solemnly: "In another morning, I guess the entire Exeter will know."

Nazer frowned, and took his gaze back from the king's head.

"So, it's impossible for us to take the opportunity to do something to him?"

Risban nodded.

"They are here prepared, so they have no fear," the former prime minister's expression was stiff:

"We can only fight head-on."

Nazer hummed softly and turned his eyes to the special young man: "It seems that we, the entire Longxiao City are covered by the little prince..."

"Tricked hard."

Risban did not speak.

But like his old colleagues, he locked his eyes on Thales.

And Thales just stood there in silence, motionless.

It seems that he doesn't care about King Chaman not far away.

Beside him, Ian from Qiyuan City looked at Thales hesitantly, then at King Chaman who came suddenly, shaking his head subconsciously.

In the hall, Selma, who returned to her seat, took a deep breath and looked at Thales, who was as expressionless as the king.

She said in an anxious manner: "Can I ask you why you are here, Your Majesty?"

"After all, this is Longxiao City's political hearing day...If you don't mind, we can follow..."

But the king interrupted her.

"Of course," King Chaman didn't have any procrastination. Before he strode, he began to look at the six earls with different expressions, and at the same time went straight to the subject:

"I'm here to help."

The king's majestic voice echoed in the hall.

The vassals frowned.

"Help?" Selma repeated suspiciously.

"Yes," King Chaman turned around in Cambida's whisper and sighed, "But before that..."

Following the king's gaze, the vassals turned suspiciously.

In the end, it fell precisely to the heir of Qiyuan City aside.

"Ah, the people of Qiyuan City?" King Chaman spoke word by word, looking at Ian like a beast hidden for a long time:

"What a surprise."

Ian was taken aback, his body stiffened, and an inexplicable anxiety rose in his heart.

He never thought that in the journey of Longxiao City, it would be so early, so fast, so embarrassingly, to face the opponent with the most cards he expected.

Faced with the king’s oppressive gaze, Ian subconsciously said:

"Your Majesty, meet for the first time, my lord..."

"I've heard of you, Ronnie's son," the king waved his hand and didn't let him go on: "Come to propose to the Grand Duke of Longxiao City?"

Ian was immediately at a loss for words: He thought about the other party's possible opening, greetings, offenses, condemnation, temptation...

But...

This is it?

"This is a bad idea," King Chaman snorted:

"Your identity is not worthy. It's almost the same if your father proposes by himself-isn't he the favorite to do this kind of thing."

Ian's face suddenly turned pale.

Behind the king, Croix chuckled lightly, seemingly aware.

The Viscount Cambida next to her smiled.

"Your Majesty vented your breath for you," Cambida smirked and whispered to the female soldier: "To be honest, when Ronnie proposed to you in the Palace of Valor six years ago..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Croix replied unceremoniously with two words:

"Shut up."

Cambida shrugged uninterestingly and stopped talking.

It took two seconds for Ian to adjust himself after a gaffe.

He pretended to be calm and replied with his usual relaxed tone: "It's not quite right to say that. After all, I'm also the Ronnie family, and I'm the heir of Qiyuan City."

Ian deliberately bit the words: "Aren't you equal to me before inheriting the throne?"

The vassals of Longxiao City frowned.

"Is that right, heir? The same status as me?"

Listening to the thorny words in Ian’s words, King Chaman hummed softly, as if nothing had happened:

"Then why didn't you kill your sister?"

At that moment, the audience was silent.

This time, Ian was choked firmly.

Tyles looked at Ian's appearance and sighed.

Yeah, he knows this feeling.

Everyone who confronts Charman Rumba will experience the kind of pressure: the kind of suffocation that is corroded by the cold eyes and the cold words.

And...

Rumba’s offense has always been static...

The king's voice sounded again.

"If your sister is not dead yet..." I saw the king slowly pacing, and at the same time said indifferently:

"Then you are the heir to the fart."

In that second, Thales seemed to hear a heavy hammer, hitting Ian's heart with King Chaman's words.

In contrast, there seemed to be a piece of ice cracking in Ian's heart.

Your Excellency Viscount Wind City has not spoken for a long time.

The hall was silent, listening to the king's words silently-Ian's previous methods really made him a lot of enemies in Longxiao City, so that no one wanted to help.

No.

There are still.

"Your Majesty," Selma said angrily: "Maybe you should get back to the subject."

King Chaman raised his eyebrows: "Oh, of course..."

"For example, Qiyuan City, which rules the western part of Exeter, sent a viscount who had no right to inheritance without any respect, and wanted to ask for marriage to Longxiao City?"

These words made many people's faces stern.

"Ian," Monty the Deadman whispered to remind the distracted Ian, "Do something."

At the reminder, Ian trembled suddenly.

He suddenly realized that King Chaman had come for Qiyuan City.

He can't hold back.

The young Qiyuan city heir reluctantly smiled and said: "This is a misunderstanding. In Qiyuan city, according to the tradition of the people in the north, my sister has no inheritance rights..."

Hearing this, Thales sighed and closed his eyes.

He can see clearly.

Charman Rumba and Ian Ronnie.

Just like the contest between the star prince and the meteorite.

Whether it is a competition of swordsmanship or a clash of words...

Both parties are fundamentally...

Not one level.

The king snorted and cast a warning look at Selma who had just interrupted him.

"No inheritance rights?"

"How."

"Are you suggesting," King Chaman said slowly, with a normal tone, but what he said made every vassal of Longxiao City's face changed greatly: "The princes including me and your father have jointly admitted Yes, the female Grand Duke of Longxiao City, Selma Walton..."

"No inheritance right?"

Selma, sitting on the throne of the Grand Duke, breathed faster and looked at King Chaman in a daze.

Ian froze again.

Faced with the king's gaze and words, he opened his mouth, his jaw was shaking constantly, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Ian, who usually shows people in a casual manner, was speechless at this moment.

Without any rest time, the king quickly spoke again, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the court.

"Huh, don't take it seriously, just kidding."

"Even if your father comes to propose..." King Chaman glanced at him coldly at Ian: "Fortunately, you are not stupid enough-if your two really become in-laws, then I am not here. Helped."

"It's for Exeter's future..."

The king glanced around at the people in the hall, with a deep chill in his tone:

"Come to declare war."

The atmosphere in the hall is condensed.

The vassals raised their warnings.

And Ian, who is usually clever-toothed, seems to have his tongue cut off at this moment, and he is blocked speechless.

Ian turned to Thales unwillingly.

Damn it.

Damn it!

He knows the situation in Qiyuan City well, and he has been prepared for a long time, and he didn't give me a chance to breathe...

Thyls.

You and your father...

You were in the desperate city of Longxiao six years ago.

How did you play against opponents like Charman Rumba...

Are you still in the wind?

Lisban and Nazaire looked at each other tacitly, seeing the anxiety and tension in each other's eyes respectively.

Qiyuan City can no longer count on it.

The situation is not good.

"That's right."

King Chaman raised his head again and looked at the decoration of the hall, but he did not relax at all when he asked Ian: "I heard that Grand Duke Ronnie, I recently walked with some of my restless vassals. Very close?"

The vassals in the hall changed their faces.

"Not very close," Ian took a deep breath, and drove away the discomfort and gaffes caused by the pressure of the king, and tried to squeeze a smile: "But under the co-governance vow, we pay attention to everyone The nobles of the kingdom, in particular, ensure that their natural and orthodox rights are not violated."

"Please forgive me."

Thyls closed his eyes gently.

No.

It's not really "getting close".

But Qiyuan City is simply the "black hand" behind the scenes.

The reason why Qiyuan City wanted to win Longxiao City together was a quick battle, and defeated the Freedom League without delay...

It is precisely because of the need to avoid falling into the quagmire.

To ensure their influence on the vassals under the leadership of Black Sand...

So as to support them to maintain autonomy and resist King Chaman's actions.

The king's gaze was focused on the Soul Slaughter Gun behind the Grand Duchess, as if he was distractingly recalling the past, and hummed intentionally or unconsciously in response.

But Thales knew that King Chaman was definitely not wandering.

"Really."

Charman I seemed to have just recovered, and said indifferently: "Yes, I almost forgot, your father, Kuliko is such a generous and upright person."

Ian frowned.

He felt something was wrong.

King Chaman sighed: "So, when I heard that Qiyuan City was in trouble, I left my own trouble and rushed to help me all the way."

The vassals of Longxiao City raised their minds: The battle in Qiyuan City is about Longxiao City’s aid.

It is more about the power game between the princes and the king.

"Pray that everything is well in Yuancheng," Ian raised his whole-hearted vigilance, cautiously said:

"No need for you...you don't have to worry about it."

Ian stared at King Chaman.

Previously, Ian's imagination of the Grand Duke of Lombard and even King Chaman...

For his predictions and the established impressions of him, they have already been broken in this side and few words as seen today.

This king is really an extremely terrifying opponent.

But Ian still underestimated the king who had been crowned for six years.

"Really? Don't worry?"

The tone of King Chaman raised slightly, and he turned to the person he had never paid attention to since he arrived.

"What did you say--"

The person who was temporarily ignored because of the king's arrival.

"Prince Thales?"

Everyone in the hall was shocked!

What?

That means...

The gazes of Lisban and Nazair were fixed on the prince, especially sharp.

Looking at the eyes of many people, Thales took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

It's him.

Since we have come to this point...

His eyes flicked across the officials of Longxiao City, and finally stayed on Selma at the highest point.

Selma stared at him in disbelief, seeming to question him in her eyes: [What's the matter? 】

Thyls smiled.

Remember my words, Selma.

No matter what happens...

You have to choose the road that is most suitable for the grand duke.

The next second, Thales turned around steadily and decisively, facing the strange eyes full of the hall, facing the seemingly breezy King Chaman, and spoke softly:

"The Star Kingdom thinks."

"Exter represented by Qiyuan City."

"There should be no gross interference in... the internal affairs of the Freedom League."

"So, we sent the army to observe the relationship between the Freedom League and Qiyuan City." Thales shared information with the newcomer King Chaman in the shortest and most appropriate language: "Whether it is Qiyuan City is still Longxiao City, everyone present seems to be right about this situation..."

"Not very satisfied."

Tyles finished speaking and pressed his lips tightly.

However, this sentence seems to be a powerful knock, and in the heart of every insider, it knocks the echo of surprise.

Selma looked at Thales blankly, the puzzle in her eyes getting deeper and deeper.

What's the matter?

Why does Thales stand on our opposite side, claiming that his kingdom is... against us?

His situation is obviously already...

Faced with Selma's doubts, Thales had no response.

Ian of Qiyuan City opened his mouth in surprise, but he could only speak half way: "Tyles, you, what are you kidding about!"

Didn’t you say...that you didn’t know?

But you now...

Faced with Ian's question, Thales looked calm, as if he hadn't heard.

On the other side, Nicolai the Meteorite looked at Thales with darker eyes.

He even brought hatred.

Little prince, you and him... are in a group?

Faced with the glaring eyes of the meteorite, Thales' eyes condensed, not moving.

The Regent of Resban looked at Thales in astonishment. He frowned, thinking of the prince's previous deeds.

Could it be that this prince and King Chaman...

Thyls' words also rekindled the anger of the vassals of Longxiao City, and a wave of condemnation followed, drowning him.

"Hey," Earl Kirtson of Longxiao City gritted his teeth fiercely: "You bastard--"

But he was interrupted-Count Nazaire held him solemnly and shook his head.

"His Royal Highness, is this your plan?"

Wai Ya, who was here for the first time to listen to the political meeting, saw this kind of battle, and suddenly nervously said in the ear of the prince: "It seems...not so good."

Rolfe glanced at the attendant contemptuously.

Is this bad?

You didn’t see it, when people in the North were talking about how to divide the prince...

Faced with the eyes and comments of these people, Thales just ignored them, as if they had nothing to do with him.

He just waited quietly for King Chaman's response.

King Chaman frowned slightly, and stopped for several seconds.

Seems to be digesting these news.

A few seconds later, he opened his brows again, and a deep voice rang in the hall, blocking the condemnation of the vassals.

"Look!"

The king turned around in his spare time, facing the entire hall of heroes: "This is what I said, the trouble of Qiyuan City."

Faced with the pressure of the king, the hall suddenly became quiet.

King Chaman sighed, seemingly sorry.

"If Xingchen really intervenes, it won't be so easy for Qiyuancheng to resolve the Freedom League."

He pondered: "It is indeed a problem."

Under the gazes in the hall, King Chaman raised the corners of his mouth, showing a rare smile.

"Prince Thales," he said vigorously:

"You might as well... come to Heisha City as a guest."

The vassals and envoys were all taken aback!

Thyls frowned fiercely.

Not what he expected.

Selma was the first person to react, only to hear her abandon her voice: "Your Majesty, what did you say?"

Rispane, Nazaire and others changed their colors.

In the face of countless or shocked or perplexed eyes, King Chaman smiled coldly.

"I said, to pray for the benefit of Yuancheng in the Freedom League," he glanced at Ian, who had not yet reacted, crooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully. Negotiate with King Kessel."

"After all, I am the closest to the stars."

Ian is stunned~IndoMTL.com~Prince, go to the black sand collar? "He murmured.

But soon, Ian, who figured out the joints, was shocked!

"No," he stood up in a panic, his face pale:

"No! Prince Thales can't go to Black Sand..."

"You are welcome, Lord Ian," Behind the King, Viscount Cambida smiled, "After all, as your Majesty said, we are here to help."

King Chaman showed a strange expression, like a cat caught a mouse.

"Yes."

"Since Couricun Ronnie is so enthusiastic and far away, he never forgets to care for our vassals of the black sand collar," Charman Rumba stared at the gaffeful Ian, his eyes revealed shocking Hanguang, from the gap between the teeth, every word is authentic:

"Then of course we have to give it back."