Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 54: Bait

Putila bid farewell to Viscount Cambeda from a distance, the latter continued to lead the army of the Black Sands, and the former returned to the prince.

"Ah, this." Marquis Schlesy nodded slightly towards Putila who had returned, and exhaled: "Marquis, hehe."

"In fact, the position of power in Comus is roughly equivalent to the earl who manages one city and one place... Even in the city of Shanliu, I am not alone in the final say," Marquis Schlesy Weiwei A smile: "But as a businessman, you must visit those dukes and kings frequently, to make good relations, and not to be too shabby in status... After all, not every country has the confidence to exchange barons and even lords like the stars and Exeter. As a messenger..."

"Oh?" Thales scratched his head and said awkwardly: "So, it is not a common practice in the world to send a baron and a lord as envoys? Only between Exeter and the stars do this?"

"Exactly," Shrei said, shook his head, "I can still tell a basket of jokes between the Northerners and the Empires that despise each other."

"The relationship between stars and dragons is a special case." Putila, who rode in front of the prince, turned his head and shook his head slightly: "Except for Suye and Humber, you may not find another pair that despise and hate each other. Country."

"So, for the little lords who have to travel frequently in such territories like me, who have to visit from time to time," Marquis Schlesy blinked, showing a humble and funny smile:

"The Kangmas Joint Council passed a resolution, and the emperor was designated as the so-called "Marquis of Honor". It seems to be higher than the earl, but it will not surpass the grand duke and the duke. It can make the people we visit feel that they are At the same time, there is no sense of oppressive status for him, but in fact we are no different from ordinary earls."

Putilai nodded: "In contrast, both Xingchen and Exter inherited the empire's noble confession system-from the noble background, guarding the four borders of the rich duke or grand prince, followed by being a place to seal the borders The earl of the lord, then to the lower viscount, the local baron passed down from generation to generation, and finally the lord who has only property but no title inheritance."

Slaes smiled bitterly: "Only the Conmas League has the weird ‘Marquis’ level. It is really due to the times, don’t care."

Thyls nodded.

He turned his head and accidentally saw the figure in the white cloak on the left front, representing Nicolae, the meteorite of King Nunn.

Nicolai seemed to feel Thales' gaze. He turned his head abruptly, and his sharp eyes shot at Thales like a blade, as if warning something.

Thyls couldn't help frowning.

"Lord Nicolai...not very easy to deal with, is it?" Slaughter on the side noticed Thales' gaze and smiled understandingly: "Well, people from the North, simple and direct, but stubborn. It is also a terrible existence."

Thyls turned to the strange foreign nobleman.

Putiley replied indifferently to the Marquis of Shreis: "It seems that you have a wealth of experience. I remember that the jurisdiction of the city of Zanliu is adjacent to the territory of Qiyuan City in the west of Exeter? Same as the family of Lord Ronnie Often come and go?"

"Trust me, I understand the difficulty of being a neighbor to the Northlanders," Shrei sighed, "I have dealt with them a lot. Sometimes you will love their openness and integrity, and sometimes I will hate them for being rigid and inflexible."

"Talking about the length of the person behind," a cold voice inserted in the air: "This is not a good way to do business, Your Excellency Marquis."

Thyls was taken aback.

I saw Nicolai who was still in the front left just now, and I don't know when he has rode his horse to his left.

"What's the matter?" Putila asked politely but solemnly: "Your Excellency Lord Nicolai?"

Seeing the Meteorite of the Blade Guard approaching, Wiya, who was walking on Thales' left side, held the hilt vigilantly.

"Retreat, Meteor," Wiya pulled out half of the sword, his face was not good: "I accept your greetings, but Your Highness does not need you to escort."

Nicolai snorted coldly, not paying attention.

Rolfe quickened his pace and followed Thales's mount, his expression nervous.

Following Ada, who is on Thales’ right side, clasped her arms, and moved closer to Nicolai, intentionally or unintentionally: "Boy, if you want to fight, please be with me at any time."

Thyls had to raise his hand to signal to the stars that people stay safe, don't worry.

"You know each other?" Thales frowned: "The commander of the Blade Guard, and the Marquis of Comus?"

Nicolai's eyes are deep and noncommittal, while Shreis smiles slightly: "The relationship between several sides."

Thyls shook his head.

But he immediately raised his head, looking at Nicolai, and then at the smiling Marquis of Shreis, he was taken aback.

"Your Excellency the Marquis of Shreis," Thales asked with a faint doubt: "When you first came last night, you said that you were also here in Exeter?"

"Yes, the bitumen mine contract between Shanliu City and Longxiao City is about to expire, and at the same time I have to open up other businesses," Marquis Schlesy blinked his eyes meaningfully: "In fact, I I have been with my delegation for a month around Longxiao City and have negotiated a few big deals with several lords... I heard that the prince of the stars is leading Weiland, so I came to visit."

Longxiao City.

Thyls moved in his heart.

"I made a special trip from Longxiao City to Weiland to visit me?" Thales drew the map of Exeter that Putila told him in the past few days, and said suspiciously: "You really are Careful, as far as I know, the road in between is not easy."

"That's why I said that the Kangmas people must have a plan," Edda snorted disdainfully: "Who has nothing to do and runs such a long way to see a hapless little furry boy?"

Thyls touched his head awkwardly.

Putila reacted and pondered the relationship.

"Haha, there is a saying among the elves,'Love is worth overcoming thorns, friendship is worth surpassing mountains and ridges'," Schlesz blinked: "And I am coming for friendship, and of course my future connections."

"Disgusting." This was Edda's reaction.

"Wait," Thales's suspicion grew deeper and deeper: "If your Excellency you are from Longxiao City..."

He raised his head and looked at Nicolai ahead, only to see the meteorite staring at him with no expression on his face.

"...The White Blade Guards are the guards of the King, and you are also from Longxiao City." Thales frowned and looked at Marquis Schlese: "Your Excellency Marquis and the White Blade Guard arrived almost at the same time. , But haven’t encountered it before?"

Nicolai and Shrei looked at each other.

The latter smiled and said: "Perhaps because of the wind and snow? So I didn't find each other?"

"No," Thales narrowed his eyes. "They are the best elites in Exter, and it is impossible not to find you."

"Of course it's impossible." Putila took his prince's words and nodded suddenly: "That's the Blade Guard, the famous strong army in the North, and the'Glacier Watch' that guarded the northern Quegur Glacier in ancient times. 'Equally famous-although both have gone through many destructions and reconstructions... It's easy to find a cavalry team so close."

Nicolai snorted lightly

Slaes laughed.

"Also," Thales said one by one: "You all appeared one after the other, almost simultaneously..."

"It's too suspicious."

Sluis raised his eyebrows, shook his head and laughed.

Thyls looked at him in surprise, and glanced at Putila.

"Enough, Lord Marquis," Nicolai said flatly, "It's time to complete your majesty's entrustment."

Your Majesty’s entrustment?

Thyls looked at Nicolai, and then at Shreis, his conjecture became clearer and clearer.

"You are in a group."

Thyls figured it out.

He looked around, and the black sand led the army marching in order.

Tulha still took the scout to investigate the road.

Cambeda is discussing the next course with one of his subordinates.

The soldiers from the black sand collar dutifully guarded the surroundings.

Thyls took a slow breath.

"His Royal Highness," Putila said indifferently, who understood something: "It seems that we are in a terrible situation again."

"Oh," Thales sighed, raised his head, and stared at the Exeters and Conmas in front of him with scorching eyes: "This is what King Nunn meant, right?"

"Since it's all for this," Shrei said with a smile: "Your Royal Highness might as well guess again?"

Thyls looked at him steadily.

A few seconds later, Thales calmly said: "Lord Nicolai...you did not come to the army of the Grand Duke Black Sand by accident, nor did you accidentally come into conflict with us."

His gaze fell on Nicolai, who continued to look straight ahead, seeming not to pay attention to him.

But after a second, the meteorite turned his previous coldness and spoke slowly.

"Of course not," Nicolai said coldly, "One of the things I hate the most in my life is to step into the barracks in Rumba, and..."

The meteorite turned his head, his gaze was like a knife: "Why would I have a leisure time to kidnap a kid with no teeth?"

Thyls ignored Nicolai's disrespect, his heart throbbed and throbbed, and his brain began to work faster.

If it wasn't accidental... then last night...

"It seems that you don't often do such things, My Excellency the Meteorite," Thales said with a wry smile: "No wonder what I thought was weird yesterday...Sure enough, the acting was too rigid."

Putila took out his pipe gently, frowning.

Nicolai and Shrei looked at each other.

"I heard that you are a prince who is sensitive and thoughtful?" Marquis Schlesy blinked deeply: "At the age of seven, he is a genius who can be shocked at conferences, Thales. Your Highness?"

Thyls was startled slightly: "What do people talk about me?"

Not very good.

Is it so famous for what I say and do at the conference?

"You are much more famous than you think, boy," Nicolai was calm on the horse, but there was a disturbing illusion. He only said indifferently, "The stars have found their only Princes and heirs, then announce your existence to the entire kingdom."

The Marquis of Slace nodded and smiled.

"So, the Marquis of Slyth from the Union of Comus," Thales frowned and turned to the middle-aged marquis with blonde ponytails: "You are not so simple to visit me. The reason why you At that time, I came to the barracks in Lombard with only one purpose!"

Sluis smiled and bowed slightly at the moment.

"As the envoy of the third country, to stop the conflict between the Blade Guard and us!" Thales looked firmly at Schlese.

"As for you, Lord Nicolai, as the enemy of the Star Royal family, was specially sent to provoke us, right." Thales turned to Nicolai again.

"We should have had a fight," Nicolai said coldly: "The White Blade Guard will beat all of you down."

"Before things get out of control, I will show up. For the sake of the face of the Envoy of Conmas, the Blade Guard will stop and retreat," Marquis Schlesz said with a mysterious smile and took Nicolai's words: "But the bad relationship between His Royal Highness and King Nunn will be seen by everyone in the camp."

Wiya and Rolf both looked suspiciously at Thales and then at Nicolai.

"Continue to maintain your hostility, Wya, Rolf," Putila figured out something, he lightly lit his pipe, his expression unchanged: "Let the people in the black sand collar see, we and Lord Nicolai’s relationship is very poor-very poor."

Wiya's eyes widened.

"Lord Nicolai, you originally planned to use provocations and conflicts to let others see King Nunn's attitude towards me," Thales lowered his head and said silently: "As a result, I entangled a lot, but instead It makes you hard to get started, does it?"

Nicolai did not answer.

"To be honest, when I arrived as planned, I saw such a peaceful scene between you," Schlesz nodded, "I also think it's weird, even wondering if my watch is going fast. , Come here a while earlier."

"What happened?" Thales asked calmly: "Why do we have to stage such a scene in the camp of Rumba? For whom? Rumba?"

"It's not just for him," Shreis said lightly: "It's for the eyes and ears in his army."

"Go on." Thales said solemnly.

"The news that you are coming to Longxiao City has been passed to the hands of almost all the lords and nobles of Exeter with the letter crows," Nicolai took the conversation coldly: "The visit of the Prince of Stars, yes The biggest event at the end of the kingdom--for this reason, your Majesty has sent invitations to the nine princes outside of Longxiao City. At least five princes have responded to the invitation and have arrived or are about to arrive at Longxiao City, waiting for your arrival."

"You mean...for my arrival," Thales slowly sorted out the chaotic thoughts: "King Nunn specially invited these princes to Dragon City? Why? This is the same as in the Rumba army. What does it matter to your eyes and ears?"

"The man who murdered our Royal Highness Prince Morar," Nicolai tightened his white cloak and said lightly: "It's not just the Duke of Black Sand. Chaman Rumba used his advantage of being close to the stars to travel abroad. He and Aaron are embarrassed, but in the country, there are other forces conspiring with Rumba, and even leading the plan to murder His Royal Highness."

"Your Majesty Nunn, who has lost the last heir," Thales frowned: "...His enemy, Rumba's collaborator, is among the princes who are about to come to Dragon City?"

"The careerists can sit back and relax, but with His Majesty Nunn’s character, he would not sit and watch his enemy at ease after committing such a crime." Shreis nodded slightly and sighed: "Wo Dunton’s revenge anger is more violent and simpler than imagined. Someone must take over."

"He wants revenge?" Putila said slowly: "Vengeance on the real murderer?"

"I thought it would be me." Thales laughed at himself: "An angry and mad father killed the murderer's son and paid for his son... Isn't this too normal."

"This is exactly what the enemy wants, and it is the appearance we expect the enemy to see." Shreis blinked: "Your Majesty Nunn is a wise king, and he knows who should be responsible for this matter. , I also know that if the war between Xingchen and Exter broke out at this time, it would be extremely unwise to be in the arms of the ambitious."

"But your Excellency Marquis, why would you join in?" Putila looked at Shreis straightly: "I thought you should be a Camus talent."

"I'll do your Majesty Noon a favor," Marquis Slaice smiled, showing bright white teeth: "He also did me a favor in the trade between the two countries."

Ada snorted coldly.

At this moment, Nicolai sneered.

"In short, this is the message that your Majesty entrusted me... His Royal Highness the Second Prince of the Stars."

"For the common interest of Your Highness and Your Majesty Nunn, he invites you to join his revenge," Nicolai's eyes burned like flames: "The hunter has sharpened his sword, the trap and the trap are in place, and the prey is inevitable. ."

"Can I say no?" Thales frowned, looking at Putila with a complicated face.

"You know," Nicolai said with deep meaning: "There must be a place to vent the anger of revenge."

Thyls drooped his head.

"I think, I understand what you mean," A few seconds later, Thales exhaled with sadness: "His Majesty Nunn is a hunter, and the Blade Guard is his sword. Yesterday’s drama and Attitude is a trap. The meeting in Longxiao City is the final trap, and Rumba’s collaborators are the prey."

"So what are you? Your Excellency Marquis?" Thales turned to Schlese, his expression indifferent: "The pickaxe for digging traps?"

Sluis coughed awkwardly.

"It's no wonder King Nunn is here to invite me," Thales said with a bad face: "After all, he only lacks one thing, right."

Thyls turned his head and looked around at Nicolai and Shrees.

But neither said anything.

They looked at him with a playful look, and a stark look at him.

Tyles sighed, closed his eyes and sighed to the sky, spit out the last words by himself:

"Bait."

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Exter, Longxiao City, traveling westward.

A Far Easterner sent away the last guest, and slowly closed the door of the house.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the new unexpected visitor in the store.

"I didn't expect you to come so soon."

In the butcher shop just closed, Gu looked at the young man in white with a solemn expression.

"I'm faster on the road," the young man said calmly.

"How do you call it?" Gu Jie lowered his apron and stared at the young man.

"Raphael," the young man said briskly: "Or, according to the habits of the Far Easterners, you can also call me to pull."

"Far East's Shan surname is not called that." Gu said coldly.

Huh.

Morat’s little cub~IndoMTL.com~ However, even the youngest snake cubs, as long as they come from the secret branch of the kingdom.

Gu secretly reminded himself.

They are extremely poisonous.

"Really, forget it, it doesn't matter anyway," Raphael sat down in the seat beside him indifferently, "Let’s talk about business."

"Boom!"

A dull sound.

Gu fiercely chopped the deboning knife on the cutting board.

He hates this feeling.

Raphael waited indifferently for the answer.

"I have led the Black Sword to Longxiao City in accordance with your request," Gu closed his eyes in pain: "Use the news you gave."

"Oh?" Raphael's eyes lit up: "What about his whereabouts and status?"

"I don't know," Gu Qiang resisted the unhappiness in his heart: "But Hei Jian just came yesterday, and he said to find a doctor, but I don't know how long he will stay in Longxiao City... Maybe after he found it. Just go."

"He won't," Raphael chuckled lightly: "He will stay long enough until he finds his goal."

"Hmph, how do you know?" Gu tried to dispel the guilt of betraying his old friends. He clenched his fists, remembering the figure he used to be: "Black sword is the strongest swordsman in human history. He is not something you can easily Manipulating existence."

"No matter how terrible there is, there are weaknesses." The young man in white stood up with an elegant posture.

Gu Yu frowned.

Black sword.

"You know, after all, you are the one who passed the message to him," Raphael chuckled, "The news we used to get him out of the cage, but the heavy existence, as long as there is a slight possibility , Black Sword will not give up such an opportunity."

Raphael's eyes tightened, and a different light flashed in his pupils:

"The initiator of disasters and tragedies."

"The origin of everything..."

"Sense Magician."