Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 56: At dawn (top)

"Master Putila asked me to add some firewood to you, Your Highness." Recruit Willow Ken took a bundle of firewood and walked respectfully to Thales who was sitting by the fire.

Tyles nodded vaguely, thinking about King Nunn's proposal over and over.

This is their last stay before entering Longxiao City.

Behind them, under Putila's urging, Wya and Rolf, including the veterans of Stars, were nervously examining their equipment.

The black sand soldiers camped out are busy, and the White Blade Guards are still guarding around them like prison guards, all with vigilant eyes and bad looks.

It seems that there is a real grudge against them.

"Willow," just as the recruits were about to leave and returned to the ranks of the team, the second prince said softly: "After our journey began, have you ever been scared, at least nervous?"

Willow respectfully put down the wood, and was stunned.

"You know," Thales said slowly: "I struggle with inexplicable danger every day, worry about the cold, worry about the fight, worry about the enemy, worry about everything."

Willow froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect His Royal Highness to ask him that.

The recruit turned his head, pondered carefully, and then replied: "I was very nervous just before the battle. After all, I am not as calm as Uncle Jenard is when the knife hits the head."

"But I don't feel scared," Willow frowned, thinking carefully, forgetting his respectful tone: "Although it's dangerous, I think it's easier..."

"Simple?" Thales asked.

"I mean, on the battlefield, everything is very fast: I stab the gun, and there are only two results of life and death, which is good." Willow's eyes fell silent, and his expression was a little sad: "At least When you work hard, you will be rewarded and you know what the result will be—then don’t be afraid."

Thyls stared closely at the recruit's face.

"Willow, who taught you the double gun? Parents and elders?" Thales put his hand on the fire to warm up, and asked indistinctly, "Or some veteran who can use the double gun?"

Willow scratched his face suspiciously, touching the double guns tied to his back.

"No one taught me, Your Highness." After confirming that His Royal Highness was really just chatting, the recruit slowly shook his head: "As for my parents, they passed away eleven or two years ago."

Twelve years ago.

Thyls keeps this number in mind.

"So it's..." Thales said slowly.

"You know, the military disaster in the Northland..." Willow shrugged his face blankly: "There is no food in the village. My parents followed the people in the village and brought the only items to the nearest village to exchange food. But never came back."

Thyls raised his eyes.

"But I heard the old people in the village say that no matter if you encounter the Exeters or the army of our stars, there will be no good end-the winner asks for the tribute, and the loser just plunders." Willow is lonely. Authentic: "It was messy then."

The two were silent for a few seconds.

"Then how did you survive." Thales said silently.

"A gift from the mountains," Willow sighed: "Even though adults say it is a gift from God, only travelers can enjoy it."

"But my sister and I are starving." The recruits looked sad: "And we are not the only ones doing this. At the end of that winter, even the most remote treetops were robbed."

The post-war famine in the north... Thales thought of Duke Arund’s hysteria in the Palace of Revival.

"But after spring came, the food was still not enough, my lord. My sister was so hungry that she bit her fingers..." Willow stared at the fire dreamily, struggling in memory: "Fortunately, the Shepherd River flows through our village. , I will follow everyone in the village and try my best to go fishing."

"We don't know how to make nets, and we couldn't borrow fishing nets at that time, and we couldn't find places with fish."

"So I can only rely on the method of spearing fish when I was young, and staying by the river every day...I always failed at the beginning, and I couldn't find the fish. It was the other adults who gave us the fish. When I took the fish home, my sister was very happy..."

"Go out in the morning and look at my sister's smiling face, but I don't know if there will be enough gains today," Willow said in a low tone: "Many times your hard work is useless."

Thyls exhaled: "But you still survived."

"Later I became more proficient, and I found fish schools," Willow looked down at his hands and frowned: "In winter, when the river is frozen, there can be more catches. They were all shivering together..."

"When you grow up, you can't just eat, you have to catch more fish, go to the market to exchange, and sometimes you can even get back copper coins."

"I started to try two-handed spearfishing. After a long time, I can even pierce the ice with one hand-so on the battlefield, I always like to take an extra gun."

So, Thales sighed:

"But you responded to the call this time," the second prince said lightly: "What about your sister? Stay at home?"

Wilo's face darkened.

"No." The recruit tried to smile, but in the end, he could only show a bitter expression.

"She had typhoid fever last year. We have no money and no place to buy medicine-medicines only available in big towns." Willow tremblingly said: "I can only feed her hot water over and over again." /

Thyls frowned.

Coria—the little girl with typhoid appears before her eyes.

"Finally, my sister said she wanted to eat fish."

"But when I come back..."

Willow fell silent and stared at the fire.

Thyls did not speak either.

Several seconds later, only the sound of people around and the explosion of the fire that they could hear.

Until the lonely Willow speaks again:

"I buried her by the river."

The recruit blinked his eyes hard, as if some foreign body invaded, just listened to him softly:

"I wish there were fish in the prison river, my lord."

Willow silently bowed a not-so-standard ceremony, turned and left.

At this moment, Thales stopped the recruit.

"Willow."

"There are fish in the prison river." The traverser looked at Willow who turned around and smiled: "I have read about it in a book."

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"Are you worried about what is coming?" Putila stood beside Thales, looking at the back of the departing recruit.

Thyls, who was sitting by the fire, raised his head.

"You know what, Putila," Thales said in a daze: "The recruit just said that he thinks life is simple now."

Putila raised his brows.

"Poke the gun out, there are only two results of life and death, which is very good-these are his words." Thales turned his head.

"But my life is very complicated," Thales looked down slightly, "complexity makes my heart tired."

"I thought that the politics in Starland was complicated enough. I didn't expect that Exter, who is known for his ruggedness and boldness, would not be inferior."

The grand prince with unpredictable intentions, the king with vengeance, and the vassal with wit.

Nothing really fits his imagination of Northland and Exeter.

The hearty country coveted in the snow and cold wind.

"The rugged and heroic people are only the people from the North," Putila also sat down, took out his pipe, and shook his head: "But you are facing the nobles, the rulers, the masters of power. "

Thyls frowned: "King Nunn, Grand Duke Lombard, and the five Grand Duke I will meet soon, they are also from the North."

"They are another creature." Putila lit his pipe and said silently: "Ordinary people live by food and air, but they live by power."

"The recruit just now, he is also from the North, although he is very humble, but he at least does not need to live in fear and step by step at every step," Thales said dullly: "As for those nobles and lords, don't you think , Is it sad to live like this?"

"You occupies a more important position, and your every move is extremely involved and has a far-reaching impact," Putila let out a puff of smoke: "And this is the price and sacrifice of power."

"God, how long did I find the identity of the prince," the seven-year-old prince sighed like a little adult at this moment: "But I am a little tired of such a life."

Maybe I am just not used to it.

He said silently.

Maybe this kind of life will be longer, maybe this kind of experience will be more...

Can I...?

"The life you are tired of is what many people dream of," Putila frowned and replied to his previous frivolous address: "Little prince, look at the lives of common people, look at those busy with meals. People, come to think again about this sentence."

"Think about the village before we enter the northern border... the pretending baron and his leaders."

Thinking of Willow's experience, Thales hummed softly.

"Of course," Thales said with a wry smile: "I hope I will have this opportunity to see the whole world and meet different people, whether it is two continents or countless islands."

"Then you have to prepare early, some places need..." After this, Putilae, shaking his head, was suddenly speechless.

He remembered the identity of the child before him.

I'm afraid... he sighed silently in his heart: As the heir to the Star Throne, you...

Thyls also realized his mistake.

"Ha, traveling around the world..." He smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I won't have such a chance in my life, right."

Fight for the stars.

Dying for the stars.

Born for the stars.

The two were silent for a moment by the fire.

"You know," Thales said silently: "Your Majesty Kessel, he is always happy when he mentions his Uncle John."

"I suddenly understood why," Thales exhaled warmly into his hands, and said: "John is like his eyes, going to corners he can't reach, traveling the whole world."

Putila let out a soft breath.

"Don't be frustrated."

"You will eventually be king," the thin deputy envoy said indifferently: "At that time, you will have a panoramic view of the vast world from another height, from a perspective that we can't imagine."

Thyls did not speak, but stared at the fire blankly, and suddenly laughed.

"It sounds boring," the traveler shook his head: "I mean, be a king--how can my grandfather last so long?"

Putilla looked at Thales, his eyes immobile for a long time.

"The king can also have a wonderful life," Putila observed Thales' expression and slowly said: "The thirty-nine kings of the stars, each one is unique."

"And one of them had the most special experience...probably the most legendary and colorful star king in his life since Tormund I."

"Oh?" Thales was piqued: "Who is it?"

"Are you interested in listening to me sing a bard, Your Royal Highness?" Putila took a pipe and said slowly.

"Of course," Thales' eyes lit up: "Gilbert said you used to be a bard? Have traveled many places?"

Bard... these people who travel all over the world, rely on singing poems and various small businesses for a living.

But even in Wing Star City, Thales has only seen it twice, and both are in the Grand Bazaar.

"Ah, bard...that's one of the talents I'm most proud of," Putila knocked on his pipe and said indifferently: "Next, what I want to sing is-"At Dawn ", a story about the adventures of three friends."

Thyls made a "please" gesture.

He cleared his throat first, hummed a few small tunes, and found the sound.

Then, the deputy envoy beat the rhythm and slowly sang a melodious and lively song:

"The rising sun will rise again, when dawn."

"The three of us are walking in a hurry."

"We have known each other for many years and we have a tacit understanding in my heart."

"Sword and axe, rod and lamp, letter and promise, righteousness and grace."

"Brothers are like one person, all hands and feet are in the same heart."

"Step across the village, bathe in moonlight, enter the castle, and cross the mountains."

"The secret place of the elves, the hometown of the dwarves, the den of the devil, the territory of the monsters."

"Escaped death, experienced disaster, faced terror, and never despaired."

"Adventures are in front of us, and the past experiences are recounted."

"Until the sun rises again."

"Until dawn."

Putilai's singing gradually spread, attracting many soldiers to stop.

The Marquis of Shreis walked towards them gently, while Nicolai in the distance frowned and looked at the fire.

Even Edda on the side raised his head.

Thyls was thinking about the content of the poem, to the effect that three friends with deep friendship have experienced many adventures and legends.

At this moment, Putila's tempo and tune suddenly changed, becoming deep and thick, disturbing:

"The blood-red night, the sea is rising, and the enemy hides in the waves."

"The bloodthirsty king, the invincible commander, the night wing in the sky, the undead legion, the wild army, the coveted look."

"The terrifying dark shadows cover the sky and the sun, coming fiercely, the shadows of the fierce enemies are endless, endless."

"The enemy of the East is ferocious and fierce, plundering the city wherever he goes."

"Xilu conquered horses before and after, and night only heard the crows on the battlefield."

"The north wind is cold, the king's sword is broken. The mountains mourn, and the knight's spear broke."

"The blade is broken, the shield is wounded, the dragon bows its head, and the stars are dim."

"Chaos and sorrow, despair and disaster."

"The fear is endless, the trembling is endless, and the death never ceases."

"Hope is lost, light is dead, and the rest can only survive."

"The rising sun is hard to rise, and darkness swallows the earth."

"Not at dawn, blood spreads across the sky."

Putilai's tone finally sinks to its deepest.

The listener's emotions also dropped to its lowest point.

Thyls started thinking about the meaning behind the poem.

Nightwing, East, North Wind, Mountains, Dragons, Stars, those words... should all have their exact origins.

He lightly squinted his eyes, and seated one by one in his brain.

Putilai's tone began to rise slowly

"When the good is about to die."

"When the future is no longer bright."

"From this to the dark hour, at that midnight."

"The three siblings finally embarked on the journey."

"Their adventure has become history, and the legend of Yingjie is at the right time."

"No turning back, no turning back."

"Until the sun rises again."

"Until dawn."

At the next moment, Putila's tone suddenly became impassioned, as if the picture in the poem changed the style of painting:

"Blood everywhere, washing the prince's crown, making a promise, generous and sincere."

"Midil already has a sword and shield in hand."

"The dark night is deep, testing the prophet's gaze, the lost road, and the light alone."

"Kaipeng smiled and walked with a stick."

"Unless sacrifices, sharpen the souls of heroes, stand alone, and pledge to blood."

"Sara's horn keeps ringing all night."

"Until the sun rises again."

"Until dawn."

More and more soldiers gathered around Putila and Thales.

Even the Elf Edda walked slowly to their side.

And Thales, who heard a few keywords, also had a brainstorm.

He knows what the poem is singing.

Just listen to Putilai continue to sing:

"The three people work together to compete with the king against the enemy, and the brothers work together to compete with death."

"The news spread everywhere, all over the earth, people rekindled confidence and gathered their flags."

"Courage is bone, hope to survive."

"Brothers and feet are in the same place, and we work together."

"Sara's great axe cuts through the future, and Midil's sword and shield guards around."

"Kaipeng's gaze penetrated everything and brought them to the final battlefield."

"The bloodthirsty king is staring at him, and the crowds of Kuiye are all over the wild mountains."

"The flames of war ignited, the battle horn sounded, and the final battle began."

"Until the sun rises again."

"Until dawn."

The singing stopped abruptly.

Putila slowly closed his mouth.

Thyls looked up sharply.

"Why did you stop?" he asked dazedly.

"The part below is too long," Putila shook his head helplessly and reignited his extinguished pipe: "And my voice is not as good as before."

Besides, the next story is not very pleasant—Putila secretly said.

I don't know when the Marquis of Slaes came to his side, applauded slowly.

Gradually, one, two, the soldiers who stopped to listen also clapped.

"Wonderful singing, beautiful singing voice," Shreis smiled: "Even in the Dragon Kiss Academy in the Duchy of Anrenzo, there are probably not many such minstrels!"

Putila bowed slightly to express his thanks.

"Go back to your post!" An untimely voice came in halfway, and Nicolai the Meteorite strode forward, reprimanding the soldiers in a bad tone: "Is the singing of the stars like this? Black sand collar Do people like art so much?"

Many soldiers shouted dissatisfiedly, but most of them still scattered.

"Do you have to attract so many eyes before you start?" After the soldiers dispersed, Nicolai stared at them ugly.

"Isn't this exactly what you want?" Thales shook his head: "Should you act like you are going to kill us?"

Nicolai took a step forward unceremoniously.

Ada, who came by at some unknown time, stopped in front of him.

"Don't be like this, boy," the elf said lazily, "I don't want to beat you."

"Okay, okay," Marquis Schlesz intervened among them with a smile, looking from a distance, as if an envoy from Kangmas stopped another conflict: "It's just a song... …And, he sings a legend that we are proud of in all three countries, isn’t it?"

Nicolai cast a dissatisfied look at Shreis.

"A legend that the Three Kingdoms are proud of?" Thales' eyes lit up.

"Putila, among the three you sing," Thales has a sharp look: "One of my ancestors, isn't it?"

"Yes," Putila took a deep breath, took another cigarette, and smiled: "You must have seen his portrait in Mindis Hall."

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

In front of his eyes, appeared in Mindis Hall's "Three Kings of the Stars", the one on the left standing in front of the towering tree, wearing a crown, and a strong sword and shield warrior.

Putilai is indifferent:

"The Oathkeeper of the Star Kingdom."

"The Twenty-third Generation of Supreme Kings."

"Midil Canstar, the fourth king Midil in your family."

Tels suddenly realized: "Midil Copper Coin... is it him?"

In the standard currency of the stars~IndoMTL.com~ The back of the gold coin is engraved with the head of the founding monarch, Tormund I, while the silver coin is the "Xianjun" Mindis III. The head on the copper coin is that person Midil IV.

It happens to be the three kings of stars.

Putila nodded: "The poem tells his legend."

"It's not just him," Marquis Schlesy reminded with a smile: "Although he is also great, the Oathkeeper is only one of three."

Putila chuckled lightly.

"All right."

Under Thales’ curious eyes, he added:

"Prince Midiel and his two friends, Sara from Exeter, and Kai Peng from Conmas, had a ten-year adventure together before becoming king."

"Adventure?" Thales said in surprise.

A future king, venture out?

"Yes," Putila said with emotion: "Their loyal friendship and wonderful life are always talked about for future generations."

"Sarah the'hero', Western humans call him by the name of'hero'. Only the hero of the Ending War, the founder of Exeter, Neckar Aix, has won this honor for thousands of years. "

"'Prophet' Kaipeng Nehra, an army teacher who knows everything like a god. It is said that his wisdom is even jealous of the gods, and he can even understand the human heart wherever he looks.

""Oath-keeper" Midil Canxing, a noble prince, a fearless highness, a human role model willing to abandon the throne for friendship and oath."

Thyls trembled in his heart.

He couldn't help noticing that in front of these three names, Marquis Schlesy was silent, and even Nicolai was serious.

Even Edda, who doesn't care about anything, lowered her head in silence.

Putila let out a soft breath.

"These are the legendary three heroes of the Western Continent."

"And the most glorious moment in their lives."

"Battle of Dawn."