Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 53: Five Grand Duke

"Slap, slap, slap, slap..."

There was a lonely but piercing applause in the hall. m..

The nobles frowned and turned their heads: The king is at ease, raising his hands as if leisurely and applauding gently.

As if enjoying a theater performance.

There was discomfort in Thales' heart: he remembered the **** dawn six years ago.

At that time, Rumba did the same, clapped gently, stepped out of the murderous army, and walked towards him and Xiao Sliphead with victory.

"Indeed, thank you for reminding me, Ian Ronnie," King Chaman applauded and said flatly: "My vassals, there has been a little commotion recently."

"Many people have nowhere to vent their energy," the king took a breath, then exhaled it slowly, looking cold:

"So this is a great opportunity, isn't it."

"I will provide them with an opportunity to serve the country, for their passionate blood. It's the right time."

Behind the king, Cambida folded her arms and chuckled.

Ian reacted slowly, staring at the king blankly.

He seems to have expected it, but he still refuses to believe the fact that he deduced: "What, what do you mean?"

King Chaman didn't speak, he just curled his mouth and showed a cruel smile like a vulture.

"As your Majesty said," Viscount Cambeda, the second assistant adviser to the Royal Council of the Kingdom of Exeter, came forward gently: "From the star prince to confirm...No, it should be from the stars After the army appeared, it was no longer a local conflict."

"It's no longer even the loyalty to whom the Freedom League is breaking the contract. It's not just a dispute between the Kingdom of Exeter and its small subject."

He grinned and showed a bright and relaxed smile, but the words contained a message that made the nobles frown: "What you pray to the city is the honor and disgrace of the entire Exeter, it is us Facing the dignity of the nation as an enemy of the stars."

"As I said to Your Excellency the Grand Duchess in this hall a few weeks ago," Cambida said slowly and logically: "In the face of Exeter's honor and disgrace, our internal disputes become insignificant. ."

Selma turned pale when she remembered the meeting a few weeks ago.

Cambeda hummed lightly: "Whether it is a small misunderstanding between the princes or a small dissatisfaction with the king by the vassals, you should stand aside, right?"

He opened his hands gently: "This is the name of the supremacy, the war of the country, and the righteousness that cannot be avoided in the co-governance oath."

"Some vassals of the Black Sands, in the face of this kind of righteousness, if they dare to refuse the enlistment of your majesty, they are unwilling to recruit, mobilize, or obey orders, if they are unwilling to come... "

Viscount Cambida seemed to be happy to see the people in Qiyuan City slumped. He shrugged and deliberately laughed in a low voice: "Hey, hey, hey--"

Boom!

Behind Cambida, Croaich, who had been watching him unhappy very early, knocked on the head of the assistant counselor mercilessly: "Speak well."

Viscount Cambida touched his head indignantly, and said nothing.

But no one pays attention to them anymore.

The voice of King Chaman sounded again, this time especially chilling:

"Northlanders don't need cowards."

"Especially those people."

"Those who refused to let go of internal disputes, refused to let go of their dissatisfaction with the king, refused to go on expedition full of enthusiasm, refused to die willingly in the face of national justice-cowards," the king looked around the hall Everyone at, look coldly:

"What reason do they have to occupy the name of the nobility, the advantage of the title, and live in the world?"

"As their lord, what reason do I have to be merciful to them?"

Sighs and unwilling exhalations echoed in the hall.

Thyls watched all this coldly, his heart heavy.

Use the name of resisting foreign enemies to eradicate dissidents...

As a ruler, you are so straightforward, Rumba.

At least the rulers in other places will spend time and effort on whitewashing.

Selma thought about her current situation, and then about the king's current situation. She couldn't help being surprised when she understood.

Ian looked dull for a while.

The next moment, as if being hit head-on by a thousand-pound carriage, he shook violently.

The Dead Crow frowned and held him.

"No, no..." Ian was breathing fast, sweating in cold sweat: "You, are you going to use this war against the Freedom League to cleanse your vassals?"

"This is the purpose of the call-up order issued because of the interference of the stars?"

No.

Ian thought desperately:

No.

How come, how?

At the other end of the hall, the mission of Qiyuan City was immersed in sorrow.

The six Earls of Longxiao City stared at King Chaman, with unprecedented caution and fear in their eyes.

But the next second, Ian suddenly raised his head, his eyes angry.

"Do you think you will succeed? Rumba?"

"Your vassals, they are all generations of nobles, elites, and their support and allegiance. Only with their support and allegiance can the Lombard family be able to secure the seat of the Grand Duke," he almost broke his teeth, even his honorific title It doesn’t matter: “And now, you’re going to attack them, thinking that they’ll just sit and wait for the Lombard army to rush into their castle, take their wealth, and deprive them of their titles? Do you think the fighters who are loyal to you really Can handle the entire black sand collar......"

However, what interrupted him was the light sneer of the king.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha..."

In this second, King Chaman twisted his neck slightly and looked at the grandpa on the steps.

The meteorite frowned, and stopped in front of Selma without showing any weakness. The hatred in his eyes had never been reduced by half.

Looking at the other side as if the enemy is facing, King Chaman narrowed his eyes and shook his head, his tone jokingly:

"Didn't I tell you?"

"The Great Duke of Reconstruction Tower has stated that once the stars really intervene in the Freedom League... then he will never stand by."

His words made many nobles nervous again.

"Persius Trudida understands the righteousness, and he is happy to send troops to help Qiyuan City."

"He and his army will come to the black sand collar, join me, and the soldiers of the Rumba family."

The words of King Chaman were very slow, and he whispered almost every word: "Then let's take a look at the traitors in the black sand collar who are not willing to contribute to the country."

Ian froze again.

What?

Rebuilding the tower, and the black sand collar?

That is to say, if Rumba wants to clean up his nobles, whether it is name, strength, or timing, it has already been...

"Rebuild the tower, Trudida?" Ian sighed after thinking of something.

He finally closed his eyes in pain: "That bastard."

"The rebuilding tower is the closest to us," Cambida added with a smile: "Of course I can understand our mind best."

Tyles frowned deeply, thinking of the cunning nobleman with the image of the lid head, his eyes flashing, and his words provocative.

Rebuild the Great Duke of the Tower.

Parsius Trudida.

Even at the most urgent moment in the Palace of Valor, when the battle between Ronnie, Olesiu and Rumba was about to start, he was just holding a short knife and hiding safely in the distance.

He.

Has it fallen to Rumba?

"You calculated it right from the beginning, right," Ian looked grimly: "When you promulgated the new decree, the black sand leader's family objected for the first time..."

King Chaman and his two subordinates looked at him coldly.

"You don’t care how your vassals will oppose your decree or if they will contact foreign aid like Qiyuan City, because you don’t even want to spend time with them and stay with them. Finish playing this political game."

Ian said sadly: "Even the move of the Liberty Alliance is not to hold Qiyuan City at all, nor to weaken the opponents' confidence in foreign aid..."

King Chaman looked at the people in the hall intently, as if watching an interesting drama.

"You don't even care whether Longxiao City sends troops, you don't care about the outcome of the war, and you don't care whether Qiyuan City can fight quickly."

"From the very beginning, you made up your mind," Ian muttered to himself: "Use the most direct, rude, and easiest way to get rid of the disobedient old vassals. "

"What you lack is just a name, a reason, a word written on the co-governance vows, which will not arouse people's anger, the least consequence, a grand excuse..." He bit out the next sentence heartily Words:

"For example...the kingdom of stars."

Ian looked at Thales in despair, but the prince just shook his head.

The Viscount slumped down on the seat, no longer looking at anyone.

Like a defeated fighter in the Colosseum.

We, we pray for the city...

We also foolishly wooed the princes, preparing to jointly condemn the king.

We innocently made promises to the lower aristocrats of the Black Sands, hoping that they would fight against Rumba and destroy the king's authority.

Turn him into an empty king.

It now appears that this game...we lost from the beginning?

The Dead Crow next to Ian sighed softly and glanced at Thales with a deadly look.

Risban sighed heavily: "So, if your vassals accept the recruitment, it means huge expenditure and countless manpower, and expedition to the West means more population, combat power, children, supplies, From the rear, put the lifeblood of these nobles into your hands."

"Perhaps the territories have been turned upside down after they came back, or even, maybe they will never come back..."

"Don't say it so badly," Viscount Cambida seemed to have a bit of a headache. "After all, your Majesty is just conscripting the army in his territory and going to the Freedom League to find a place."

Rispan shook his head: "However, if your majesty’s vassals refuse to be recruited, you have the right and reason to use the combined power and strength of the Lombard family and the reconstruction tower, with the name that others cannot object to. , Depriving them of their titles, and even cleaning their families."

"Turn the black sand collar into your one-person collar."

Your Excellency the Regent sighed in a low tone: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Thyls looked at Ian's unconsciousness, and looked at the face of Lisban who seemed to be several years old in an instant, feeling sad.

Yes, he knows this feeling, he has experienced it, and he will never forget it.

The previous argument was just an appetizer of Charman Rumba.

But the real scary thing about the murderer is his method.

The **** siege in front of Broken Dragon Fortress, the terrifying blow in the night of disaster...

As always, as fast as thunder, direct, rough, cruel, decisive, and effective.

The only thing left to the enemy is consternation and regret.

King Chaman snorted softly.

"They are not without choice."

King Chaman turned his gaze, and faced the elderly Lisban.

"They can choose to be loyal to the king, follow the decree, and choose to continue to love Exeter, then everyone is happy."

The king said coldly, his sharp eyes seemed to hide unstoppable blades. Wherever he looked, the nobles looked away: "Rather than secretly interacting with forces other than their rulers, hoping To escape their destiny."

"Of course, this also sends a warning to those nosy people who put their hands in my place-keep yourself safe, or I will come to you." Following these words, King Chaman glanced coldly again The crowd in the hall.

Like a fierce beast patrolling the territory.

The iron fist emblem on his robe representing the Rumba family is so dazzling at this moment.

Except for the nobles' breathing at different rates, the hall was silent.

Thyls looked at the slumped Ian silently, a chill in his heart.

The Regent of Resban first sighed slightly, then looked serious and serious:

"You have no plans to keep your hands at all, let alone the shame and bottom line of the nobility, right?"

Risban, the former prime minister of the kingdom, faced the king's more powerful look in the past, and he called his name without fear: "Charman Rumba?"

"In the face of those traditional families who oppose your expansion of power, you are not only facing difficulties and fighting against the generals."

"Mende, Devinson, Peruno, Ica, and Heisha lead these familiar Northland families. They have been loyal to the bloodline of the insurgent king since the time of Nicaru, and the Lombard family has a full history. There are hundreds of prominent surnames for thousands of years," Lisban lamented: "They thought that as usual, by uniting to force the palace, they would be able to force the lord back to his death..."

"But times have changed."

"Before your cruel methods, under your call-up order, they would either admit your order, bow their heads to compromise, and bow their heads to orders..."

"Either the blood flows into a river and the ashes disappear."

With a trace of melancholy and sigh, Lisban's words also aroused the panic of the nobles.

Thyls exhaled slowly, lost in thought.

In Longxiao City, Selma trembled because of the status of the Grand Duke, struggling to maintain a little prestige, in exchange for the cooperation and obedience of the vassals.

In the black sand collar, Rumba resisted the notoriety of kinslayers and changemakers, and ruthlessly, washed the road with blood, leaving the bows and obedience of vassals.

Which one is better?

King Chaman put his old sword on his left hand and smiled coldly.

"There are so many people who want to serve the country, and a large part of them do not have fiefs and titles." Even in the midsummer, the king's voice seemed to be bitter with the cold wind: "My capable man, figure Lord Leha told me..."

He faced the nobles in the entire hall and said something that made them shudder: "In this world, there are still too many people occupying high positions and corpse positions."

"It's not unreasonable."

Risban closed his eyes and did not answer.

The hall was quiet for a long time.

The counts of Longxiao City showed a solemn expression even in the face of the grandfather's willful behavior.

"My god, standing there," Earl Hurst looked pale: "What kind of king is it?"

"The worst king," Count Linner clenched his fingers tightly: "The terrible one."

"Huh," Kirtson shook his head disdainfully, but his eyes were full of fear: "What a scum."

Earl Nazaire stared at the king silently, but occasionally he would cast his eyes on Prince Thales in the corner, thoughtfully.

"Longxiao City, now you understand."

King Chaman didn’t care that the people in Longxiao City were talking about his words: “If Qiyuan City really prepared an open letter, I want you to sign it and encourage some unwise fools in my territory. Continue to oppose me..."

The king raised his head and looked at the highest seat.

The girl who kept staring at him silently, but didn't say a word for a long time.

"It's a pity," King Chaman curled his mouth in a happy mood, "because that doesn't make sense anymore."

Ian lowered his head and looked at his knees, not seeing the surrounding eyes.

"I even want to advise you: there is no need to intervene in this war," King Chaman shook his head: "The black sand collar has taken over, you don't need to send troops."

At that moment, the three people led by Heisha stood proudly in the hall, as if this was their home court.

The vassals of Longxiao City clenched their fists again, unwilling and unwilling to burn in their hearts.

"Because no matter how long this war of the Freedom League will take."

The king's expression looked a bit savage: "The results on the chessboard are already doomed."

Thyls shook his head.

So, as expected, you seized the opportunity, Rumba.

You got what you wanted.

So...

From this moment on, Thales fixedly stared at King Chaman.

What about your return?

In the next second, King Chaman seemed to sense Thales' gaze. He turned his head and looked at the prince who was gradually becoming more cautious from his expressionless face, frowning slightly.

Thyls still stared at him coldly.

The king's lips pressed upward.

King Chaman exhaled a long breath: "As for this prince, don't bother to send him to Qiyuan City, send him to the black sand collar-as the person who really mediates with the stars, I will entertain Tyre. Prince Si, this is logical."

Tyles closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, he was clearly in Walton’s Palace of Valor, in Nikaru’s Hall of Heroes, but King Chaman arrogantly said to the vassals like a real master:

"Anything else?"

No one answered.

"Really going to the black sand collar?" Wiya looked at Rolf with a change of expression: "This..."

Thyls chuckled in the corner and calmed down the two behind him: "Calm down, it's not over yet."

I called him—the prince said quietly: He was not planning to go to Heisha to lead a guest.

But he also noticed that Nicolai's eyes were getting colder and colder.

From the very beginning, the sight of the meteorite has never left the prince.

It seems to know Thales' role in this.

The hall is quiet, no one speaks.

In the chill brought by the king, everyone was thinking about the consequences of the sudden accident.

The game between Qiyuan City and Heisha Ling seems to have seen the result.

Where should Longxiao City go?

Until a clear and nice voice sounded abruptly:

"Yes."

King Chaman's expression moved slightly, turning in a direction he had thought there would be no surprises.

I saw the nominal supreme ruler of Longxiao City, Selma Walton lowered his head, weak and weak:

"As you said, Your Majesty."

"I will not send Prince Thales to the west, to Qiyuan City."

The officials of Longxiao City frowned.

King Chaman gave an expression of approval: "You are a smart girl."

But the next moment, the grandpa suddenly stood up:

"But listen carefully, Your Majesty Chaman."

"He will not go to pray for the far city." In the eyes of everyone's doubts and surprises, the female grandfather's expression was stern and her tone changed sharply: "But he will never go to the black sand collar."

Thyls smiled.

Yes.

She is a smart girl.

The King Chaman was taken aback for a moment.

"Thyls is a guest of Longxiao City. This is the agreement made by the six grand princes in this hall six years ago," Selma said coldly:

"He will stay in Longxiao City and will not go anywhere."

"Anywhere!"

King Chaman's face turned cold again.

Like six years ago.

But to the king's expectation, the girl who was still trembling under his gaze six years ago, now has a steady expression and strong gaze.

In the silent confrontation, Viscount Cambida frowned, but Croash smiled.

"The mutual agreement of the six grand princes?"

King Chaman snorted: "You are very naughty, girl."

"A lot of ideas."

"Not only that," Selma shook her head uncompromisingly: "There is one more thing you need to know."

"No matter what Qiyuan City’s attitude is, no matter what your attitude is, Longxiao City will send troops to conquer the Freedom League--just like my father and grandfather had personally put down the Freedom League 20 years ago, this belongs to the Walton family. Responsibility is the dignity of Longxiao City."

She squeezed her face and said forcefully: "It won't change because of a person-whether he is a king or a beggar."

The atmosphere in the hall has completely cooled down.

The counts watched the confrontation between the king and the grand duke with mixed feelings.

King Chaman pressed his sword again and pursed his lips.

Selma stared at him without flinching.

Finally, after a few breaths, the king laughed coldly.

"An unmarried little girl, should she bear the honor of the dragon spear?" King Chaman looked around: "You vassals with rich experience and power, do they agree?"

I saw Selma step forward, her expression unchanged: "My vassals, each of them..."

"All support my decision."

Under the eyes of the king, the princes of Longxiao City frowned and looked at each other again and again.

At this moment, the Regent of Lisban took a step forward without hesitation.

"The will of the Grand Duchess is our mission," Earl Lisbane said coldly: "She said Prince Thales would not go to the Black Sands."

"Then he won't go," his old colleague, Nazer sighed softly: "The problem is solved."

Earl Kirtson also snorted coldly.

"The lady also said, we are going to help Qiyuan City, the murderer," Kirtson grinned: "Then we will sharpen the axe and bring a good sword."

King Chaman frowned, he raised his head to look at Selma on the heights-the granddaughter still looked at him resolutely, her eyes motionless~IndoMTL.com~Earl Hurst looked at the granddaughter, nodding heavily : "The attitude of the lady is the attitude of Longxiaocheng."

"No matter which **** king gives us any **** command."

"If the king had a seed, he could bring his army and doglegs to Longxiao City to deprive us of our knighthood," Earl Linner sarcastically said, "Who knows, maybe I will offer it obediently. It."

Kierkeguer looked cold, his words were brief and clear: "Welcome to Longxiao City, Your Majesty."

Following the words of the Grand Duchess and the earls, the vassals of Longxiao City completed the unity of opinions in their eyes.

They looked at His Majesty the King with the same cold and unkind eyes.

"You heard what they said," Selma still stared at King Chaman coldly: "Do you have any questions, Your Majesty?"

For the first time, King Chaman looked at this girl seriously.

It's like looking at a weapon.

"That's great, girl." He said softly.

I saw King Chaman speak softly with a deep chill: "But regarding the agreement of the six grand princes six years ago, you are still a little wrong, girl."

The next second, King Chaman turned to Thales with a weird expression.

Tyles clenched unconsciously.

Selma froze for a moment: "What?"

With a wave of his arm, King Chaman turned around abruptly, facing the suspicious gaze in the entire hall.

"How do I remember," the king's piercing voice echoed between the pillars: "Six years ago, in this hall, in this hall, the truly legitimate, reasonable, and orthodox princes..."

"There are only five people?"

Selma's expression froze.

At that moment, Thales' cheeks were stiff, and his pupils slowly tightened.

In the hall, there are also Nikolai and Lisban who have also slightly changed color.