Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 55: A genuine patrol team

　　 Cohen stretched out and yawned greatly.

　　

　　 A little girl holding a cloth passed by and couldn't help but glance at the tall Cohen.

　　

　　"Be smaller, the attendant should look like an attendant," Raphael walked beside Cohen, frowning and said: "There are people from the North inevitably without Rumba's spies."

　　

　　 Cohen snorted dissatisfiedly, but he lowered his head obediently, and pressed his Northland linen cloak.

　　

　　 He touched his jaw and sighed.

　　

　　 The dark oil paint on his face... it is airtight and a little stuffy.

　　

　　The police officer looked at the carriage behind him, frowned and said: "This really works?"

　　

　　Raphael ignored him, just glanced at the carriage behind him as well, and then moved on.

　　

　　 Soon, Raphael saw their destination.

　　

　　He is dreaming.

　　

　　 He knows.

　　

　　 This time, Thales knew clearly: This is a dream.

　　

　　 A dream that seems to be familiar.

　　

　　 In his dream, he still sits leisurely and happily in the classroom.

　　

　　" Poggi’s book mentioned that, on the way from feudalism to absolutist rule, hierarchical country is a German term, st?ndestaat, don’t look it up in an English-Chinese dictionary is an important springboard that cannot be ignored ."

　　

　　"Emerging city groups require a stable and safe political and economic environment. Obviously, this is incompatible with the traditional lord-vassal model, which is based on personal relationships. Therefore, these city groups have begun to interact with rulers for their own interests. Their short-term cooperation, through hierarchical meetings and other methods, began to participate in the rule. Their emergence actually weakened the feudal factor and turned the long-standing monarch-vassal dual feudal system into a complex triangular relationship."

　　

　　"But this is far from the centralization of power in our mind, it is just the process of achieving this result:

　　

　　These third forces recognize and support the special status of the ruler, instead of treating the ruler as a peer like the feudal lords;

　　

　　Through the many taxes promoted by the hierarchical conference, the ruler has strengthened himself and strengthened the domain rule;

　　

　　 And the ruler also grants civilian privileges and recruits servants. In this process, a large, professional, prudent, and institutionalized public management organization gradually revealed its embryonic form and laid the foundation for the subsequent absolutist rule . "

　　

　　" Although I don’t like this translation very much, bureaucracy, or bureaucracy, it’s easy to give you some subjective negative impressions. This is a basic concept that you should have come across from textbooks when you were in college. Not a major Students of background may wish to supplement Weber’s original work. Although it is difficult to read, it is much more interesting than the second-hand summary you read from textbooks..."

　　

　　咚!

　　

　　 A slight vibration came, awakening Thales from his deep sleep.

　　

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　

　　 In the carriage of the Kangmas people, Thales opened his dim sleepy eyes, rubbing the corners of his mouth hurriedly, and looked at the other people in the car dizzyly: "I, I slept. ?"

　　

Besides the 　　 carriage, the residents of the Northland who come and go are all worried and worried. The Blade Guard has long changed and dressed as ordinary servants of the Northland. The stars next to the convoy include Cohen and Miranda. Put on the clothes of the Kangmas people, and they matched the two Kangmas carriages with the logo of the rice dagger hanging on the Thales.

　　

　　 "Be calm, my lord," Putila beside him turned his head calmly, politely not looking at the prince's embarrassment, while observing the situation outside the car: "It looks like we are almost reaching the It’s a city gate."

　　

　　 Sure enough, at the end of the road outside the car, the outlines of the city gate and the Palace of Valor have appeared in sight. Many curious civilians wanted to approach, but they were driven away by the patrol under the city gate.

　　

　　 When Thales first came to Longxiao City, the first city gate he had stepped into arrived.

　　

　　 But it is now in the hands of the enemy.

　　

　　The Palace of Valor, just behind it.

　　

　　 Thales let out a sigh of relief, soothed his pounding heart, and drove the dream state out of his mind.

　　

　　His gaze is on the serious Nicolai opposite.

　　

　　 "It's time," the meteorite raised his head, "Let's part ways here, I'll go to another carriage, we have to take Miss Walton away..."

　　

　　 "As for you," Nicolai narrowed his eyes, "Good luck."

　　

　　 Thales exhaled from his nose.

　　

　　 "Thank you and your brothers, thank you for taking us here," the prince looked out the window, looked at the carriage behind them, frowned: "Take good care of her to become a Walton, here This situation is not a good thing."

　　

　　"We will do the rest."

　　

　　 Nicolai's face darkened.

　　

　　 But he immediately raised his head and looked at the captive Marquis Slaes beside him, and said bitterly: "Be smarter, old friend, otherwise... I promise you, you won't want to mess with someone who is hiding in the dark. The former commander of the Blade Guard."

　　

　　 was gagged, and Shilaisi, with his hands tied back, nodded, doing his best to show a calm and polite smile.

　　

　　 Unfortunately, his smile looks a little embarrassing because his mouth is blocked.

　　

　　 just now.

　　

　　 The carriage stopped.

　　

　　 Everyone in the car looked out the window subconsciously.

　　

　　 Outside the car, a dozen soldiers in patrol costumes waved to the convoy and walked towards them.

　　

　　 Behind them, there are at least hundreds of colleagues, going back and forth in all directions, seeming to surround the city gate, pulling up a line of defense.

　　

　　 "Patrol?" Thales was shocked: "Is it from Rumba?"

　　

　　"Ah, not only has the city gate been closed, but also a cordon has been placed at such a distance," Putila squinted, "It seems that they have done a very strict investigation, although they know it is a fake, but It really looks like that."

　　

　　 "Ready, I'm going to start."

　　

　　 Thales' heart shook. He looked at the first city gate in the distance, imagining the Palace of Valor behind it and the figures in the palace. He could not help clenching his fists and his eyes became firm.

　　

　　 is here.

　　

　　My battle.

　　

　　 Across from him, Nicolai's face tightened.

　　

　　The Meteorite cut the rope from Shreis, then pulled out the strip of cloth from his mouth.

　　

　　 Putila smiled slightly at Shreis: "It's time for you to show your negotiating ability, Lord Marquis."

　　

　　 "Do you know what to do?"

　　

　　 Shilaisi breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned on the carriage: "Ms. Harvest is here, of course, but I want to say..."

　　

　　 The next moment, the meteorist’s hand instantly squeezed the shoulder of the Marquis of Slaes.

　　

　　 The latter bounced off the car like an electric shock.

　　

　　 "Be honest," Nicolai's voice contained a slight threat: "If I find out that you dare to play tricks..."

　　

　　 Shreis was sweating with pain.

　　

　　 "Relax, relax, Lord Lord," the Conmas man shook his head awkwardly while sweating: "Let me negotiate, I must ensure my safety?"

　　

　　 "I can't guarantee your safety," Nicolai said coldly: "But if something happens, I promise you will die before us."

　　

　　 In this regard, the understanding Schlese can only express "understanding" with a smile on his face.

　　

　　 Thales took a deep breath, and smiled comfortably at Putila.

　　

　　 More than a dozen patrol members walked into the two carriages with the Camus logo, and looked at the Northlanders and foreigners guarding the cars with a bad look.

　　

　　 The car window opened.

　　

　　 "Good day, Mr. Diligence."

　　

　　 "I'm Shreis Bermurra from the city of Splendid." The blond ponytail, the graceful Marquis Shreis has a relaxed expression and a relaxed tone, nodding slightly to the nobleman who looks like an order official under the car:

　　

　　 "Sorry, I have a very urgent matter. I have to go to the Palace of Valor, can I accommodate it?"

　　

　　The order officer was slightly startled: "Kangmas?"

　　

　　 In the carriage, everyone was silent, waiting for Shireis to negotiate.

　　

　　If he suddenly repents or...

　　

　　 Thales sighed.

　　

　　 Nicolai gently touched the hilt of his knife, staring at Shreis' back.

　　

　　 "If you can't make a decision, I think your boss should know me. I mean ‘the boss at the head’." Shreis smiled and nodded.

　　

　　 The leader-like order officer frowned. He turned around and patted a soldier next to him on the shoulder, and whispered a few words to him.

　　

　　 The latter seemed to have received the order and turned and left.

　　

　　 "I have heard your name, my lord, you are one of your majesty's distinguished guests," the order officer raised his head and nodded respectfully to Schlesi: "But I am also very sorry: every one tries to enter the Palace of Valor Every nobleman who tries to enter the Palace of Valor must be checked."

　　

　　"This is an order from the Prime Minister."

　　

As soon as 　　's words fell, everyone in the carriage was shocked!

　　

　　 Thales and Putila looked at each other, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

　　

　　 Prime Minister?

　　

　　 is not rumba?

　　

　　 This means...

　　

　　 Shilaisi's expression was particularly shocked.

　　

　　 "Wait, you mean," Shrei frowned suspiciously. "Is this the Prime Minister's order?"

　　

　　 The Order Officer seemed to be a little surprised at the reaction of Lord Marquis. He first looked at his colleagues and subordinates, and then nodded to Shreis.

　　

　　The Marquis-sama in the car opened his mouth, looked at the surrounding patrol, and asked nervously: "You mean, Earl of Lisbane, Prime Minister of Lisbane?"

　　

　　 "Yes, the entire city's patrols are now directly under the command of the Prime Minister," the order officer replied with a serious face, "Is there any problem?"

　　

　　 Shilaisi stared at him blankly: "The Prime Minister? Where are the others? In the palace?"

　　

　　The order officer shook his head.

　　

　　 "No, he is here," the order officer pointed to a house guarded by soldiers on the street to his side: "I'm working in a temporary stronghold behind us, I have sent someone Go to him, if you have any questions, you can ask him or directly."

　　

　　 Shilaisi looked up complicatedly.

　　

　　"The city gate, the first city gate," the Marquis looked at the first city gate in the distance, looked at the faint figure above, and asked hesitantly: "Why is it not open now that time has passed?"

　　

　　"Could it be...what happened to the Palace of Valor?"

　　

　　The order officer's expression changed.

　　

　　"Of course not," the order officer shook his head very quickly, with a solemn expression, seemingly indisputable: "You know, disaster just came last night, we will be more cautious in extraordinary times, but please rest assured, everything is under control In."

　　

　　 Shreis narrowed his eyes.

　　

　　 He took a deep breath and looked at the house where the prime minister was.

　　

The Marquis 　　 asked keenly: "Why didn't the prime minister go into the palace to sit in the town? Instead, he wanted to stay temporarily in a house?"

　　

　　 "The patrol on the city gate is too far away from the cordon you laid down, right?"

　　

　　"Could it be that...you dare not approach the city gate?"

　　

　　The order officer frowned slightly.

　　

　　 "You misunderstood, we deliberately made the defense line farther away from the city gate, this is for safety," he replied very seriously, as if to cut off all unnecessary associations of the foreign nobleman: "We Before ensuring safety, keep all possible threats out of the Palace of Valor. Of course, even the city gate cannot be taken lightly."

　　

　　 Shreis raised his brows.

　　

　　While speaking, the soldier who sent the order returned to the order officer and whispered a few words to him.

　　

　　"Please come with us in your carriage," the order officer turned his head and nodded respectfully to the marquis: "The Prime Minister wants to see you."

　　

　　 Shilaisi's expression moved.

　　

　　 "Oh," he nodded gently, concealing the fluctuations in his heart with a smile, "Okay, here we come."

　　

　　 Shilaisi gestured to the rider first, and then he looked complacent, closing the window smoothly.

　　

　　 The carriage started moving again and followed the patrol team forward slowly.

　　

　　 He turned his head and looked at the people in the carriage.

　　

　　 The moment Slaes turned his head, his expression became tense and solemn.

　　

　　 Everyone in the carriage also looked back at him pale.

　　

　　 "These people, these soldiers," Although Shreis tried to restrain his emotions, Thales still heard an unexpected panic in his tone: "They are not rumba people, not black sand collared people. !"

　　

　　 Shilaisi's speech became more and more rapid, and even Nicolai didn't care about the hilt behind him, and said angrily: "They are the real Dragon City patrol, they are the army! Directly under the Department of Order. And the garrison, it’s not fake!"

　　

　　 "The goods are genuine!"

　　

　　 Thales moved in his heart and looked at the patrols with serious expressions on both sides.

　　

　　 genuine?

　　

　　 In other words, these people are all forces loyal to Longxiao City and Walton?

　　

　　"What's the matter?" Putila asked calmly: "Prime Minister Lisbane appeared and controlled the situation?"

　　

　　"It shouldn't be there yet," Shrei shook his head, apparently trying to think about the current situation: "I asked: the city gate is still in Rumba's hands. Obviously, they are confronting and even negotiating."

　　

　　 The two carriages, along with the Northerners and the Stars, are moving forward. The city gate is on the front right of them, and the house where Lisban is located is on the front left.

　　

　　 Putilai shook his hands and squinted his eyes: "It seems that the chieftain is a bit stronger than we thought. This posture, he has noticed something wrong in the city gate or even in the Palace of Heroes, and he led his troops. ."

　　

　　 Thales sighed softly. He looked at Nicolai with firm eyes: "Now is a good opportunity. You can take the opportunity to take Walton... Take Miss Walton to evacuate and go to your Prime Minister of Brisbane. Whether you ask for help or leave here, you can do it."

　　

　　 In front of his eyes, there appeared the scared little **** another carriage.

　　

　　 is going to be parted here.

　　

　　 little slippery head.

　　

　　Nicolae's expression moved

　　

　　 "Of course it's convenient for people from the North, but the question is, what about us?" Shreis gritted his teeth and frowned: "When I see Lisban, what shall we say? "We are going to save you." Country, please let us go'?"

　　

　　 Thales took a deep breath and thought quickly.

　　

　　In the original plan, Shreis had to fool the black sand-collared soldiers in the city gate, and then they would be sent to the Palace of Valor by any means.

　　

　　 but now, just before the city gate...

　　

　　 Lisban.

　　

　　 Prime Minister?

　　

　　 how to do?

　　

　　How should I face him?

　　

　　 Or, don't face him at all?

　　

　　Thinking of this, Thales raised his head, thoughtfully: "If we suddenly rush to the city gate now~IndoMTL.com~ let Schlese lead us in, will it succeed?"

　　

　　 "Will Lisban and his patrol intercept or even attack us?"

　　

　　The carriage passed by another group of patrol soldiers: They seemed to be more nervous than the other soldiers, surrounded by a nobleman, pointing at the city gate.

　　

　　Putila frowned: "But in that case..."

　　

　　 He didn't go on.

　　

　　Nicollet's expression moved, he looked at Thales.

　　

　　 "You know, you can actually go to see the Prime Minister with me. We explain everything, and act together with his strength," Nicolai said flatly, "With his cooperation, we will be more convenient."

　　

　　 The meteorite said he glanced at Shreis, his eyes cold: "Anyway, we have a ‘enthusiastic’ witness from Kang Mas for the plot to assassinate King Nunn."

　　

　　The Lord Marquis of Comus, his face changed suddenly!

　　

　　 Thales' heart moved.

　　

　　 Prince nodded, and solemnly asked Nicolai: "If we go to Lisban...Is he credible?"

　　

　　Nicol has a pause.

　　

　　"Earl Lisban, he is the prime minister of the kingdom and his majesty's right-hand man for many years," the meteorite lowered his head and whispered, "and he is a direct vassal of Longxiao City..."

　　

　　 Thales frowned, thinking something was wrong with Nicolai.