Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 52: Assistance

"No, Your Majesty, you cannot take him away!"

Ian stepped forward rather gaggedly. He even forgot the terrible Charman Rumba, and he didn't realize that the man in front of him was the supreme ruler of the entire kingdom. Fast update without ads.

"You can't take Prince Thales away!"

Earl Nazaire frowned lightly and whispered to Lisban beside him: "Strange."

"Yes," the Regent of Lisban also showed a look of doubt in solemnity: "Once the hostage prince falls into the hands of the king, the situation will be reversed, but..."

"As shrewd and hot as Rumba, why does he think that we-Longxiao City will obediently bow to the king's power and hand over the hostages obediently?"

"Unless," Count Nazaire narrowed his eyes: "He is holding the handle that makes us have to compromise?"

No one noticed that Lisban's breathing was slightly stagnant.

"Or," Nazer was still thinking about it, but did not notice the gaffe of his old opponent: "He thinks that Prince Thales's place has nothing to do with the overall situation, so he just said casually."

This time, Lisban did not respond to him.

In the lobby, King Chaman squinted at an anxious Ian, as if watching a clown.

"Huh."

"Prince Thales is related to the future of the two great powers in Westland," King Chaman's eyes seemed to be frozen in winter snow. "If you want to use him as a bargaining chip to talk directly with the Fuxing Palace, then The king of this country comes forward."

The king turned around and faced the entire hall with a loud voice: "Don't you think so?"

Ian took a deep breath and adjusted himself.

No one said anything.

Everyone looked at King Chaman with heavy faces.

Thyls' thoughts turned sharply, sorting out the clues in his mind.

The prince knew that the storm he was facing, whether it was the envoy from Qiyuan City or the marriage of the Grand Duke, seemed to take place in Longxiao City, but the actual key was actually focused on the black sand in the south. Leadership-the struggle between King Chaman and his vassals.

As Putila said, it all started with the new noble enfeoffment decree issued by King Chaman: The ambition of the Grand Duke Heisha caused his vassals to rebound.

While King Chaman was scorched, he also revealed his biggest flaw. Qi Yuancheng took advantage of the opportunity to chase down the rocks in the well.

The two sides of the chessboard enter the game and start a game of gradual raises.

In the first round, the external forces headed by Qiyuan City took the lead: The princes, taking Ronnie as an example, supported and instigated a group of vassals under the Lombard family behind the scenes, so that they had the confidence to continue to resist the king’s decree. Trying to send the already infamous King of Family Killing into the abyss of sweeping prestige and rebellion.

The second round, started with Heishaling’s counterattack raises: the strange accident of the Freedom League brought fire in the backyard of the Ronnie family, making the Heishaling families who are determined to "oppose tyranny" no longer so confident ——Who dare to expect that Grand Duke Ronnie, who is in the midst of a prolonged war, will vacate his hand, fulfill his promise, and send troops to support them in case?

In the third round of this game, Qiyuan City faced King Chaman’s response and turned over the next card: Under the mediation of Ian Ronnie, the kingdom has the heaviest weight, but due to internal Longxiao City, which had been weak for six years due to discord, finally reached an agreement. The princes of Longxiao City gathered under the banner of the Grand Duchess and promised to use their strong forces to conquer the west to solve the worries of Qiyuan City. In this way, they made a gesture to join the list of opposing the king and ensure that the struggle of the black sand leaders continues. Go down.

After Longxiao City expressed its stance, Tianping returned to the side that was beneficial to Qiyuan City-Thales, Selma and Ian's strategy, at this step.

Tyles silently looked at the king facing the hall, and at the quiet vassals in the hall, feeling that his power was increasing.

Just like King Nunn back then.

"Your Majesty!"

Ian is the Viscount of Yicheng after all. He adjusted his emotions and spoke decisively and firmly.

"The negotiations with the Star Kingdom...we will do it by ourselves," the nasty Viscount, who had first arrived in Longxiao City, but was already well-known, said coldly: "The war in the Freedom League is the same. We don't need the black sand leader to intervene. ."

"The king's help is not needed."

King Chaman didn't answer, he didn't even look back at Ian.

Earl Kirtson, who previously hated Ian most, spoke unceremoniously at this time, as if echoing Ian's words.

Just listen to Kirtson's ferocious sarcasm: "You should take care of your own backyard, "Your Majesty" from the black sand collar-I heard that Earl Mend of Songhai Town has already posted a notice condemning the king. Go to the lookout collar."

He snorted: "We can't count on a king who can't even manage his own territory."

Obviously, the irony of the internal instability of the Black Sand Collar played a role: Viscount Cambida behind King Chaman heard this and couldn't help frowning fiercely.

King Chaman's eyebrows are lightly raised.

"Your Majesty."

Selma, who hadn't spoken for a long time, sullen her face, unable to conceal the tension in her heart.

"The people who have long-standing grudges with the Freedom League are in the end Longxiao City and Qiyuan City," the grandma said seriously: "This is only a battle between the Walton family and the Ronnie family."

"In order to win Exeter's victory, with reason, Prince Thales will be more effective in Qiyuan City than in Black Sand City."

Thyls nodded slightly, but his eyes were dim.

That's right, Selma.

But what King Chaman doesn't need most at the moment is probably the reason for his "reasonableness".

The king stood quietly for a few seconds, as if to taste the air at this moment.

He then turned around slowly, showing a half-face to the angry Kirtson and Ian who was facing the enemy, then looked at the granddaughter, and nodded to Thales.

"You guys really like this boy, don't you?"

In the quiet hall, King Chaman's pupils shrank slightly, and he made a rather disturbing voice: "I count on him to force the stars to intervene?"

Faced with the king’s questioning, Ian had to bite the bullet and replied:

"This is the internal affairs of Qiyuan City."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Listening to everyone in the court vying for himself, Thales couldn't help but sigh: Whether it is himself or Selma, what they are facing now is an unexpected accident.

It can also be said that it is the fourth round of the chess game:

The star army that entered the game suddenly made the clear contrast of military forces erratic again, shaking the original overwhelming advantage of Qiyuan City;

Xingchen’s army is a threat that cannot be ignored in the Freedom League. Their attitude determines how much trouble the Freedom League can bring to Qiyuan City.

This put Thales on the cusp.

Once Thales reaches the black sand collar, it means that the bargaining chips for negotiating with the stars and the initiative of the Western war have fallen into the hands of the king, which means that the black sand collar has already eaten Qiyuan City to death. To the unequivocal failure of the Ronnie family behind the scenes, the suspicious vassals of the Black Sands will lose confidence and hope and give up resistance to the king.

The strategy that Qiyuan City set against King Chaman, which tried to ruin him, basically failed.

What’s worse, because of Thales’s stay and absence—the prince couldn’t help sighing when he thought of this—the relationship between the stubborn grandma and the vassal reappeared, making the original plan to send troops. Longxiaocheng returned to a state of uncertainty.

So he can't just sit back and watch.

Tyles looked at King Chaman who shouldn't be standing here, and thought with a heavy heart: He has to take the last hole card.

A costly and dangerous hole card.

"However, Twenty years ago, His Majesty Nunn went to the Freedom League in the name of Exeter," Charman sighed: "Now the Freedom League is changing again, as his successor. And my nephew, I can’t just sit idly by."

The vassals of Longxiao City heard His Majesty Nunn's name, and looked at King Chaman's face getting worse.

"Why did the Freedom League inexplicably change at this time..."

Earl Linner’s face was cold, and he continued to play his sharp tongue: "Just like eighteen years ago, your father, the former Grand Duke of Black Sand, was inexplicably surrounded by the guards, in your care It’s like losing their lives in the hands of defeated soldiers of a few stars."

"Don't you count yourself in your heart?"

"The King of Family Killing without a Bottom Line?"

At that moment, the stubble on King Chaman's face trembled slightly.

Listening to Earl Linner's obvious vicious hint, there was a secret sneer in the hall.

Cambeda and Kroaishi, who were beside the king, had a cold face, and they were about to speak up, but they were stopped by Chaman's gestures.

Thyls looked at King Chaman in silence.

Since this man was dubbed the reputation of "Kind Killer", especially after the coronation, whether it is aristocratic or sloppy folks, the kingdom has never stopped talking about him, regardless of whether it is true or not. , Or pure malicious slander, rumors and slander.

Exter's family killer.

The king of kinslaying, Chaman I.

Besides power and strength, this name will truly accompany him throughout his life, and even write history books, follow Chaman to the grave, and pass on to later generations.

But even so, this man...

Tyles looked at Lombard's quiet, calm eyes, and the vigilance and fear in his heart deepened again.

"The lady said very clearly, and our meaning is very clear."

"This is just a local conflict," Count Kerkegol breathed fire with his eyes: "We didn't call you, your majesty."

"Be less affectionate."

The brows of King Chaman moved slightly, and he nodded and remained silent.

As the three Earls of Longxiao City joined the battlefield and joined forces with the Grand Duke and Ian, the king seemed to have nothing to say for a while.

But Thales sighed. He knew that if Rumba was such a good man...

Then he won't be here now.

Ian raised his eyebrows and seemed to have recovered some confidence: "Now, Your Majesty, if you have nothing else..."

King Chaman turned his head abruptly, staring at Ian with cold eyes.

Ian was startled, the words of Qiyuan City's heir seemed to be pinched, and he did not continue.

I saw His Majesty the King sneered and shook his head.

"Local conflict?"

The king raised his head slightly, and Thales noticed that the dark red gem in the center of his crown gleamed slightly.

Reflect the light in the entire hall.

"But the stars have already intervened, haven't they?"

The king said softly and comfortably: "So, I will check again..."

"King Kessel seems to be quite critical of the Liberty League, so he sent an army to the Liberty League?"

I saw him slowly turning his head and looking at the star prince again:

"Thyls?"

"Is that right?"

Everyone's faces changed.

Thyls took a deep breath.

Once again, all the eyes of the audience focused on the star guests.

Many people figured out something and looked at the prince nervously.

Among them, Ian, Selma, and Nicolai are particularly popular.

But in the face of Ian's anxious eyes, Selma's puzzled eyes, and the meteorite's angry color, Thales looked as usual.

The prince didn't even have any fluctuations in his eyes, and he spoke calmly as if in a trance, spitting out the only word:

"Yes."

Ian's expression first changed as soon as he said this.

"Tyles," the Viscount Fengcheng of Qiyuan City breathed in disbelief, and said in disbelief: "Are you really...really on his side?"

Ian looked at the prince of the stars bitterly and anxiously.

How is this possible?

Thyls didn't speak.

Ian seemed unwilling, his facial muscles twitched violently.

The next second, Ian rushed forward and grabbed Thales's skirt!

Wiya and Rolf, who had been prepared for a long time, both grabbed it, and stood in front of Thales.

Ian was going to step forward, but Monty behind him just waved a big hand and clasped his shoulder firmly.

"Calm down, Ian." The Dead Crow said coldly.

Ian, who couldn't take a step forward, took a few breaths, and then calmed down. He shook off Monty's hand unceremoniously, gritted his teeth, and said in an unyielding manner:

"Answer me, Thales!"

Tyles closed his eyes and sighed.

The whole hall watched this scene quietly.

"I've always been with you, Ian," the prince didn't seem to see Ian's half-rebuking and half-surprised eyes, and said indifferently: "Don't you think, leave this to Charman Your Majesty, is it the best way to hand it over to your common loyal king?"

Listening to Thales, many people frowned.

Ian stared at Thales blankly, shaking his head in pain: "You...you..."

Thyls did not answer, his face was calm, as if he had lost the ability to change his expression.

He just stared silently at the air ahead.

At that moment, even Selma lowered her head slowly, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"It couldn't be clearer," Nazer said with a deep cold gaze, and whispered to Brisbane: "We were holding this hostage, but he was communicating with outsiders, playing and applauding."

Risban looked at Thales from a distance and sighed slowly.

So, this prince is really the king's alliance?

It's... ironic.

King Chaman laughed, his voice echoed in the hall again:

"So, that is a national action, this is no longer a local conflict!"

"For the sake of the whole dragon kingdom, the disrespect of the Freedom League will not be let go," the king snorted, no longer looking at Thales and the desperate Ian, "this is more than just praying far away. The benefits of the city are not just the face of Longxiao City."

With a smile of power and irony, he swung his arms broadly at the ugly nobles in the room like a general holding a winning ticket.

"This is my answer to you and your father, Thales, and I will take action."

The voice of King Chaman is very soft, but it is quite important.

Tyles closed his eyes and opened them quickly, still without a trace: "Very good."

As if Chaman was not talking about the country behind him.

King Chaman smiled again.

He usually smiles stingly, as if he wants to use half of the smile in his life today.

He paced in the direction of the Grand Duke, slowly saying:

"Then, as the co-existing king of all Exeter, I hereby declare--"

His words raised the hearts of many nobles again: What is he going to do?

And the king did not "disappoint" people.

"In order to stabilize the situation of the Freedom League, to deter our potential enemies, and also for the long-lasting friendship between the Lombard family and the Ronnie family," King Chaman, with pleasure and confidence, said loudly in an unquestionable aura Opening:

"Heisha leader, will send reinforcements to Qiyuan City to deal with the Freedom League matters!"

As soon as the voice fell, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the hall!

Selma looked at her regent in a puzzled way, but Lisban just had a bitter face and tight lips.

Many vassals looked at each other incomprehensibly and talked a lot, but none understood King Chaman's actions.

"Reinforcement? From Heisha to Qiyuan City?" Ian murmured.

Ian Ronnie, who had been hit hard by Thales’ accidental betrayal, was staring at King Chaman blankly, with confusion in his brain.

He, what is he doing?

Imitate Longxiao City, and earn reputation with justice?

No, what's the reputation of the killer?

Help us to pacify the Freedom League at the expense of ourselves and others?

How is it possible.

Or do you want to take down Qiyuan City with violence?

It's even more impossible.

And Thales is also wondering.

The black sand collar... sent troops to Qiyuan City?

At that moment, Thales frowned and thought hard, his brain spinning wildly.

Wait, what is the thing that Rumba wants most and what is the most pressing problem?

Of course it is...

The next second, Thales, who had figured out the inside story, opened his mouth in surprise!

He won't be the only one soon.

Because of King Chaman’s powerful voice, he spoke again: "As I said, we are here to help..."

"Soon, from the northern plains to the tributaries of the Muxue River, from the hills of sighs to the big needle forests..."

"Every village and town, every castle, every fief noble in the territory of Heisha will receive my levy order."

The king looked at every aristocrat with a bad face in the hall with a cold face, and cast a special look at Lisban and Ian:

"For Exeter, my vassals will bet on fame, donate money, recruit fighters, send children, and come westward to witness the folly and final failure of the Freedom League to witness the black sand collar and Qiyuan The unbreakable friendship in the city bears witness to how we love this great country together!"

As soon as this remark came out, Lao Lao such as Lisban and Nazair and other vassals were shocked, staring at each other in amazement!

They have understood the king's plan.

No way?

Slowly quiet down in the hall~IndoMTL.com~ Ian took a few deep breaths before he frowned:

"Betting on fame and giving money?"

Suddenly, a wave of anger hits His Excellency's chest.

"Impossible."

Ian's face was distorted, and he couldn't help but shouted to King Chaman: "Do you think that if you use the name of helping Qiyuan City, you can make the world think that we have secretly made peace with you and are embarrassed?"

"Can you shake the black sand collar against your vassals all the way?"

"Can they destroy their confidence in resisting your tyranny?"

"This is impossible!"

Your Excellency the Viscount trembled slightly, the unhappiness in his eyes at a glance.

"The entire black sand collar is despising you, spurning you, and opposing your **** decree!"

Ian glanced at Thales angrily, still seemed to hate his backlash.

Your Excellency Viscount Fengcheng turned to the king again, and he was not polite: "Help us? Huh, who can you move at this moment? In the black sand collar, who will care about your enlistment! Not respecting traditions Tyrant!"

The Viscount Cambeda beside the king snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied with the other party's disrespectful tone.

Thyls frowned and stared at King Chaman.

It's been six years.

Your means...

It's still the same terrible, terrifying, and even worse.

Old friends.

The Regent Lisban gave a soft cough.

"Your Excellency Ian," the Earl of Brisbane, who had seen something through, said solemnly, "Don't you understand?"

"This is exactly what he wants--disobedient vassals."

Ian was taken aback for a moment.

But then, he gradually understood.

Disobedient vassals?

Ian was struck by lightning, and his unhappiness turned from red to white, and then from white to blue.

What?