Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 56: Last 1 ride

Accompanied by attendants and guards, Thales walked on the way to the stables.

Several palace guards standing guard at the gate of the palace saw Prince Star, and they snorted disdainfully.

"It's him, to meet with Lombard," one of the guards had a sullen expression, looking at Thales from a distance, and whispered to his colleagues: "Tim lost his position and lost his qualifications to be elected to the Guards. ...Because I didn't find the king at the gate of the palace."

The guards cast bad eyes.

Tyles took a breath and pretended not to see it.

The prince and his party walked by the guards, and the court guards saluted Lord Justin, the deputy commander of the Grand Duke's Guards.

"Hey!"

When they passed by, one of the guards with an angry expression couldn't help loudly and viciously after all:

"I hope our king loves your little butt!"

"Imperial Man!"

A few others laughed unabashedly, even the northerners guarding behind Thales.

The look in their eyes is full of disgust, and the look of anger is hard to stop.

But Thales didn't seem to hear these words, his face unchanged, and he moved on.

Lord Justin pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Hey, that person from the North, don't you care?" Behind the team, Ada, who had been missing for a long time, pulled his cloak and protested dissatisfiedly to Justin in front of him.

"My responsibility is to protect the safety of the prince—before the King’s "Blade Guards" come to pick you up and leave Dragon City," Justin said in a cold tone, speaking ironically when talking about the "Blade Guards" With a tone of voice, he snarled at the group of guards who spoke insultingly:

"Unless they drew their swords and rushed forward, it is not my duty to protest reasonably."

"You call this ‘reasonable’—" Wyah was about to refute, but Rolf held him in time and shook his head.

"Huh, people from the Northland." Edda turned her head and distanced them dissatisfiedly.

Thyls remained silent, his expression deep.

It’s been less than a few hours after the morning meeting to decide the outcome, but some news has spread: Thales clearly felt that the air pressure in the Hall of Heroes dropped sharply as he walked out of the Hall of Heroes. .

From the guards to the nobles, every insider who entered his sight seemed to want to devour the star prince alive.

Including Justin, who has protected him for a long time and is still a good talker.

The prince sighed inwardly.

Before they finally came to the stable, Jenny's loud neighing sounded cheerfully.

But Thales was taken aback.

Someone is already waiting for them.

Justin nodded calmly to the people in the stable: "Boss."

I saw Nicolai the Meteorite, carrying the black saber handed to him by Tuleha, leaning against the black horse Jenny's stable with arms folded, looking at them coldly.

Like countless times in the past.

Thyls turned his head helplessly and let out a breath.

It's him again.

"Are you in a hurry to find Rumba?"

Under the frowns of the stars, Nicolai stared at Thales with an unkind expression: "Can't even wait for the black sand collar to pick you up?"

Thyls shook his head.

"As you said, I'm going to the Axe District, to the post office station of Heisha Ling," the prince said calmly: "By the way, talk to His Majesty the king about the future arrangements."

This time it was Nicolai's turn to frown.

He snorted dissatisfiedly from his nose, then smiled disdainfully.

"After turning your face, you are really unscrupulous."

The ironic tone of the meteorite was filled with unspeakable anger: "Why, I feel that the Palace of Valor is no longer safe, so I quickly hide behind Rumba? The sooner you leave, the better?"

Thyls looked at Nicolai in silence and raised a hand to stop Wiya who was about to speak.

I saw Nicolai put down his arms and walked slowly in front of Thales, looking directly into his eyes.

"Listen, insidious little prince."

"Don't tell me to meet Rumba..."

Nikolai slowly bit the words, and the words are filled with the chill that is unique to your commander: "As long as I am here one day, before the black sand collar comes to pick you up with the warrant, you will give me Stay obediently in the Palace of Valor."

Behind Thales, people from the stars all looked at the meteorite warily.

Nicolae bent down, his forehead almost touching Thales' hair, his eyes sharpened:

"No need to go anywhere."

"Hey! Little white face," Edda made a vicious move of rolling up his sleeves and leaned forward: "Believe it or not, I beat..."

Nicolai showed a weird sneer, he turned sideways, revealing the hilt behind his back.

On his back, a golden saber reflected a wonderful light.

The surrounding temperature seems to have risen a bit.

When I saw the knife, Edda's voice instantly became quieter and weakened: "That..."

Thyls shook his head and pulled Ada behind him.

"Ada, let me come."

The female elf, who is usually rebellious, followed Thales' arm very obediently, and was flutteringly tossed back. She did not forget to behave viciously towards Nicolai, "I am not afraid of you. "Neck wipe.

Tyles stepped forward and silently looked at the meteorite.

Nicolai snorted coldly, leaned back on the column, and shook his head at Justin: "Take him back and make sure he doesn't touch anyone again."

But at this moment, Thales exhaled suddenly and shook his head slightly:

"Do you hate him?"

Nicolai was slightly startled: "What?"

"I'm saying, you must hate him very much." Thales took a deep breath. He remembered the blade guards who died in the crossbow arrows six years ago in order to protect them. He raised his head and looked at him. Clear: "I mean Charman Rumba."

"Your King."

Nicolae's gaze was focused on Thales' face.

His expression is getting more and more horrible, his eyes drifting away slowly, as if looking into the distance.

"I have only one king."

"And that is by no means Charman Rumba."

A few seconds later, Nicolai's eyes slowly focused, and his words were sonorous and powerful: "No matter the past or the present."

"As for Rumba, the only reason why he appeared in Longxiao City, but survived to the present..." Meteor's words are clear and short, but Thales can feel the words behind each of Nicolai's words. Hatred and anger:

"I was still scrupulous about the city left by His Majesty, so I didn't cover it, brought a knife, and sent him directly to the prison river."

"So you'd better choose carefully, whether it is to chat with him or stand beside him, it is not a good idea."

Thyls stared at Nicolai firmly, nodded pretentiously, as if he understood something.

"So you told Lisban, right?"

Nicolai was startled again.

Thyls raises his hand to signal Huaya and the others to step back, and he takes a step forward, facing Nicolai alone.

"You told Lisban about the fact that Rumba has grasped the handle of Longxiao City-the identity of the Grand Duke," Thales sighed, and whispered in a volume that only two of them could hear:

"That's why, Lisban showed such restraint in the lobby in the morning—he didn't want to see Longxiao City destroyed in the tumultuous struggle between the princes, and so did you."

Nicolai looked at Thales' eyes more and more unhappy.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore."

He snarled in the direction of the Blood Garden: "Now, immediately go back to your..."

But Thales suddenly looked up!

"But this is far from over."

The sudden increase in volume surprised Nicolello a little.

But what makes his face more ugly is the words after Thales:

"Lumba and I, we talked for a while after the meeting."

Thyls said coldly: "I can see that he is not satisfied with his current interests. He wants more and needs more."

"As long as he is still in Longxiao City, he will never be willing to stop at a neutral Longxiao City."

"Like six years ago--he was not willing to stop at a dead King Nunn."

The prince looked at the meteorite very seriously:

"So you know the Grand Duke, do you know what kind of predicament Longxiao City is currently in?"

"Do you know what he is going to do next?" Thales continued solemnly: "And now, I am going to talk to the terrible king again and try to convince him: That's it for now."

The meteorite was silent for a while, frowning deeper.

"What else does he want?" He whispered.

Tyles shrugged and thought about the king's methods, only to feel a headache.

"Obviously, he was very dissatisfied that I had deducted the threat of the black sand collar and kept the female grandfather from knowing," the prince lowered his head, rather dull: "I think he would prefer to meet the female directly. Grand Duke, put the chips and threats in front of her, thus turning Selma into his puppet."

Nicolai did not speak, but his scary face became paler.

Thyls raised his head, his eyes burning:

"And I'm going to convince him that there is no need to force the Walton family to stand in line, no need to secretly contact the vassals of Longxiao City, no need to greedy another piece from Longxiao City. Here comes the meat."

"I'm going to convince him that the reign of the Grand Duke does not conflict with his interests."

"I'm going to convince him that I might as well give some support to the Dragonlance family if necessary."

"I'm going to convince him that Longxiao City is not his threat in the past few years."

Every time Thales said a word, Nicolai's complexion became ugly.

"I'm going to persuade him to stay with me, no longer need to find the innocent Selma, and then spread the matter cruelly and ruthlessly in front of her, and coerce her to make a choice!"

"Now, Seri Nicolai, the meteorite guarding Dragon City, you can let me go to Rumba now," Thales raised his head and took a step forward, looking sharply at Nicolai. Almost paste the other party:

"Or try to postpone the schedule and trouble me... and wait for him to come to Selma himself again."

"Come to Longxiao City."

The prince finished speaking.

The air returned to silence.

Nicolai looked at Thales with colder eyes.

Under the canopy of the stable, the meteorite and Thales looked at each other in silence.

Other people, whether the attendants of the stars or the guards of the Northlanders, are quietly waiting for the result of their negotiations.

The atmosphere is tense.

Until Nicolai sneered and shook his head.

With his smile, the air almost reaching freezing seems to be warmer.

"You know, you have to thank the Earl of Lisbane," Nicolai said indifferently: "Even if you attract Rumba and almost ruin the Hearing Day, he still seems to believe that you have no ill will towards Dragon City. "

Thyls was slightly startled.

Risban?

The meteorite continued: "Even if you still slander him, saying that he secretly linked the Red Witch and Rumba to betray the Dragon City."

Thyls let out a sigh of relief: "Really."

"Also, you have to thank her," Nicolai sighed:

"I think she is also one of the reasons Lisban believes in you."

The moment Thales raised his eyebrows, Nicolet turned his head and looked in the other direction.

Following his eyes, Thales was stunned.

In the distance, accompanied by the guard and the maid, the female congresswoman of Longxiao City just stood silently in the sunshine of the west, looking at this side with complicated eyes.

The golden light flooded the girl's body, making her look more dazzling.

Thyls couldn't help sighing deeply.

"She's waiting for you," Nicolai turned away, and before leaving, he circled his body with profound eyes: "Don't be too procrastinated when saying goodbye, pay attention to proportion."

Looking at Nicolai's back, Thales closed his eyes, and mixed emotions filled his mind.

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and stepped decisively towards the grand duke.

Selma's expression was calm, and she slowly stepped forward, and the female officer Jinx followed her.

The prince and the grandfather finally faced each other again.

Thyls forced a smile and nodded to the female officer: "Thank you, Ms. Jinx."

But in the face of the hidden meaning behind this sentence, Ms. Jinx remained motionless, still staring at him coldly, without saying a word.

Until Selma grinned reluctantly at her and nodded.

The almost frozen face of the court lady changed slightly. She performed a standard etiquette to the female grandpa and turned away respectfully.

"Even at this time, she still sees me not pleasing to her eyes," Thales scratched his head unnaturally: "It's sad."

Obviously, his rotten opening speech didn't work as it should.

Selma still stared at him, the inexplicable emotion behind the pinup glasses made Thales quite uneasy.

"So, are you going to the black sand collar now?"

She asked very directly.

Thyls let out a sigh, avoiding the other's sight, and nodded: "Yes, get used to it soon."

But Selma seemed calm at the moment: "You didn't expect it, did you?"

Thyls raised his eyes suspiciously.

"I thought about it again later."

"You said, ask me to choose the path that is most suitable for the grand duke, and you will solve the remaining problems."

"Chaman Rumba," I saw the grandpa's face calm: "He should be the solution to your'remaining problems', and the last and worst hole card, right."

Thyls didn't speak, he exhaled from his nose and nodded.

The grandpa's face was a little sad.

"If all goes well, if I choose not to be so stubborn, I choose to ignore your life and death and calmly get the support of my vassals..."

"If Longxiao City can send troops smoothly, if we can form an alliance against the king..." Her voice trembled slightly: "Then you will not go to Rumba, and you will not betray Ian. I'm not going to sell myself to Heisha collar."

Selma seemed to want to smile, but ultimately failed.

"You know, at the moment you spoke in support of Rumba, I did not recognize you."

Thyls hesitated and stopped.

"So, as it was six years ago," the grandpa turned her head and stopped struggling with this topic: "Or to save me, you took the last step."

Thyls can only close his eyes: "You shouldn't be so stubborn, Selma, there is no need to be a hostage..."

"Put yourself in danger of betrayal."

The Grand Duchess raised her head suddenly, her eyes firm, as if she wanted to argue something: "But you are not a hostage, Thales."

"No matter what others think..."

"At least in my eyes, you are not."

She seemed to remember something, and then lowered her head, her voice was unspeakably uncomfortable: "Sorry, Thales."

At that moment, Thales' mood that had been dull since the hearings suddenly fluctuated slightly.

Like a mountain climber in the winter snow, welcoming a ray of sunshine after climbing over the top of the slope.

At least she understands.

She believes in me.

As always.

"Apologize to me for protecting me," Thales took a hard breath, feeling that the air today is particularly refreshing: "I can't accept this apology."

"But you're going to the black sand collar, do you remember those soldiers from Rumba? He didn't hesitate to shoot crossbow arrows at us..." The girl's voice was a little uncomfortable: "In that man's territory, you can imagine What are you facing?"

"If you want to count on Rumba to help, that's the price," Thales sighed, "Good luck-could it be worse than being tied to the battlefield or sacked."

But Selma's expression remained stiff.

Tyles opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hey, listen."

"It's not your fault, Selma, okay... it's the intervention of the Star Kingdom, I mean, my father," the second prince shrugged: "He caught me off guard and can only act accordingly. "

The two were silent for a while.

"It's great," Selma grinned reluctantly, and forced a joke: "I never knew how it feels to have a father."

The prince looked at the bitter-faced grandfather with a big smile.

"So, do you want to change your status with me?"

Thyls seems to be in a good mood:

"Welcome anytime, Princess Selma from the Star Kingdom."

Both of them laughed.

But Selma's laughter lasted only a few seconds.

"Princess," she repeated subconsciously: "Selma'princessselma'?"

Thyls realized something was wrong, he took a deep breath, turned his eyes and coughed heavily: "So..."

The prince's expression became serious: "Listen, at least for the next few years... Rumba will not be your primary threat."

"The struggle between the king and the princes will only become increasingly fierce, and the degree and means will gradually exceed expectations."

Selma looked at him quietly and nodded silently.

It's as if they both returned to the library and classroom.

"Under the rule of the Grand Duchess, the Longxiao City, which has a weak surface area and an internal division, will be ignored intentionally or unintentionally, and may be the target of successive draws. You can even stand in the position of a third party in their confrontation. There is a source of both sides, grabbing benefits."

"Just like this time, face their outstretched hands carefully, but don't bet lightly," Thales is extremely serious: "Sit firmly in your position at this time, this is your top priority."

"Be a competent, qualified and even excellent female grandfather, Selma."

The grandfather smiled, her expression somewhat reluctant.

"King Nunn left you a good team," Thales recalled the scene at the political meeting: "Nazer was wise and shrewd, with a superb wrist, Kierke Gour was reticent but prestigious. Even if it is Kirtson and Linner who seem to be annoying, even people other than the six earls..."

"They will all be a useful help for you. If you show the courage and wrist of a female grandfather, prove to them that you are indispensable to this territory."

"As for Lisban..." Thales could not help but pause when he said this, and finally sighed: "He is an excellent regent, but...maybe you should consider the feelings of other vassals, and The balance of Longxiao City."

Selma frowned: "You don't like him? Why?"

Thyls shook his head.

"Your enemies will still be inside," thought the prince, with a heavy heart: "Maybe they will appear in various forms: dissatisfaction of vassals, contempt of the people, traditional obstacles, sinister rumors...but After all, the biggest enemy is yourself."

Selma snorted, her eyes still fixed on Thales.

It seems that this is the last time we meet.

She smiled and said: "The biggest enemy is herself...huh, it sounds like the imposing and empty garbage encouragement in a knight novel."

Thyls couldn't bear the look in her eyes and had to lower her head: "Because you are a girl, Selma."

Selma was slightly startled by this.

Thyls sighed for a long time, and there was a deep sadness in his words: "You are a girl, then it is doomed, not only in the North, but in most of the world In the game, you have to pay more than men, work harder than men, and achieve better results than men, in order to get the gains, results and recognition from the outside that are comparable to them."

"In other words, if the Grand Duke can't come up with a better answer than King Nunn, or even just keep pace with King Nunn," the prince gritted his teeth and looked at something rough, generous, and thick, giving people a sense of heavy oppression. Palace of Valor: "Then you can only be'that little girl' forever."

Selma was silent for a long time, and her mood sank.

Finally, the grandpa sneered blankly: "It's not fair."

"I know this is very unfair," Thales frowned at her, unable to hide the worry in his eyes: "That's why you can't give up."

"Do you know what will happen if you don’t fight back against the beggars who beat you among the beggars?"

Selma raised her eyes.

"They will continue to bully you, beat you, laugh at you, isolate you," Thales seemed to think of something, unconsciously tensing his nerves: "Repeat this scene over and over again, forming'you deserve it The impression of being bullied."

The grand duke's heart moved, thinking of the story of the prince from Lower City that Thales once told her: "I know."

The prince stared at her, with an ugly expression: "But it's not the worst."

"The worst thing is other people, everyone, newcomers or old people, people who beat you or not, are becoming accustomed to this kind of scene and taking it for granted. In the life of eating and living together, this impression is deepened and spread to everyone’s consciousness."

"Until they consciously or unconsciously regard this situation as part of the rule, they fabricate and deduce such **** as'innately so'' the weak and the strong eats'' there will always be someone who will bully, and some will always be bullied' Reason, let everyone, new people, old people, strong, weak, and even the bullied yourself, subconsciously believe: This is the environment, this is the rule, this is the normal state, and you cannot change it. , So the best choice is to accept it, adapt to it, admit it, and conform to it, so that when you are beaten again, you can suffer less."

"This kind of thinking that everyone subconsciously gets used to the environment and rules is the worst."

In the prince's mind, the sea of ​​hazy memories slightly rippled.

At that moment, Thales’ eyes were a little loose, as if looking into the distance: "It will make you forget: Individuals and society are unified and indivisible, and your actions are also one of the factors that shape the environment and rules. ."

He exhaled and pulled his thinking back to reality.

"It may be a little complicated, but..." Thales looked at the suspicious girl in front of him.

"If you dare not change yourself, choose to be silent in response, or even self-exile," he pursed his lips: "Then the unfair environment will never change."

The prince whispered: "Girl."

Tyles sighed slightly as he looked at the gradually silent girl.

"You are right, Selma, I shouldn't treat you as a weak person waiting for help."

He smiled again.

"And you have to learn to grow by yourself, learn to believe in yourself, learn to listen to the old crow's lesson," Thales said silently: "Even without me."

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke."

"Take care."

After saying that, Thales couldn't bear to look at the girl's expression anymore, and turned away. ,

Just now.

"Tyles!" The girl suddenly said silently, with deep worries hidden in her voice: "Be careful!"

Tyles paused slightly.

He didn't look back, just smiled: "Yes, I will..."

But Selma interrupted him desperately.

"No."

"On the eve of the hearing day, Charles... I mean the Earl of Lisbane came to me in private," Selma seemed anxious, and she looked around subconsciously: "He comes to persuade me, it's better Stay away from you, and stay away from the ominous Canxing family."

"In order to convince me, he told me some secrets in advance."

Thyls froze, he turned his head over:

"What's the secret?"

The next second, the words uttered from Selma's mouth made him trembled:

"Disaster."

Tyles' expression froze slightly.

What?

At that moment, no one knew what he was feeling in his heart.

He turned back slowly, maintaining his normal expression.

Selma's tone was a little rushed, her expression was the same as when she was secretly skipping class when she was young: "In the countries established by those who participated in the Battle of the End, such as Exeter..."

"Although each family has different inheritance and different versions, at least the descendants of at least ten knights and the heirs of at least ten archduke families will be told some secrets to the end of the battle when they reach adulthood..."

Thyls turned around completely and looked at Selma blankly.

"The battle of the end..." Selma pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then made up her mind to speak: "After the war more than six hundred years ago, we were more vigilant, and the only disasters left were smarter. ……"

"We are lurking at both ends of the world in a more complicated, secretive, and dangerous relationship with each other, maintaining a careful balance in various situations..."

The Grand Duke raised her head, her voice was soft, but decisive: "But it...the end of the battle is not over."

"We and them, after all, are enemies."

Tyles' breathing gradually accelerated, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

The girl looked at him steadily, her eyes full of worry and alert: "Tels, eighteen years ago, the **** year of the stars..."

"As for why you were attacked by the enemy, you have run out of ammunition and food, as for why Exeter went south without hesitation, why the Bone Tribe and the orcs are also rioting... even your rebels and even the Royal Family The tragedy... is all related to this, all related to disasters."

At that second, Thales' pupils shrank sharply and couldn't help but raise the volume: "What's the point?"

But the grandpa shook her head.

"I can't go on, Charles believes me to tell me this..." Selma's expression was sad but hesitant: "This is...this is the secret that the Grand Duke of Longxiao City knew."

She turned her head away: "Don't forget, I am now...after all, I am a grandfather."

Talston lives.

For a while, Thales tried to adjust his breathing and recovered from his gaffe: "Really."

The secret that Duke Longxiaocheng... only knew?

So...that is to say, the last Duke Longxiaocheng...

The King Nunn who decided to invade the south eighteen years ago...

The King Exter who told himself that the Disaster of the Stars had an inside story, he also...

He looked at Selma blankly.

"But I think you will know eventually, Thales," Selma seemed a little guilty: "After all, you are the Star Family..."

Tyles closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and hid the lingering haze in his mind deep into the corner: "Thank you, Selma."

"I know, six years ago, those two of a man and a woman... disaster came to you..."

Tyles swallowed.

Selma's voice trembled: "I won't ask you extra things, but no matter why they are looking for you..."

"It's all related to that, it's all definitely...not a good thing."

Not a good thing.

"You know," the girl said silently: "Although I am not happy in Longxiao City...but I can at least protect you. Nicolai has legendary anti-devil weapons in his hand, and the soul-killing gun moment in the Hall of Heroes Alert..."

"But in the black sand collar..."

The two fell silent.

A breeze blew by, and Jenny screamed dissatisfied behind her, breaking the silence.

After a while, Thales sighed deeply:

"I will remember."

In the distance, Nicolai coughed loudly and said recklessly: "Madam!"

The urge caused Selma to wake up, as if suddenly remembering something.

"Also, the man with the black long sword, although he has saved us," Selma said hurriedly, as if she was going to finish all her worries in these minutes: "Since he Participated for 18 years... Then he must have something to do with these things."

"As the enemy of your family, I can't think of any reason for him to spare or even protect you."

"Unless...he has another purpose and a big plan."

Thyls looked at the ground steadily, without saying a word.

The figure with the sword came to mind with countless doubts.

The girl’s words continue: "Nicolae and the Grand Duke’s guard...but they can only track down ~IndoMTL.com~ that man nicknamed Black Sword, and a foreign gang called the'Brotherhood' It's related..."

Thyls took a sharp breath.

He turned his head:

"Selma, I see."

The prince is quite bitter and authentic:

"Thank you."

Thank you...

Thank you, I didn't ask why.

At that instant, Selma saw the prince's bitter and terrible expression, and she couldn't help but startled slightly.

Nicolai is urging again.

"Farewell, Selma."

The next second, Thales closed his eyes, turned and left.

There was a slight gasp...and sobbing if not.

The sky is blue and clear.

A few clouds are gradually dyed golden by sunlight.

Behind her came the voice of the female officer Jinx.

The footsteps of the granddaughter sounded and faded away.

Thyls endured the desire to look back, walked towards the dark horse Jenny, and grudgingly smiled at Huaiya and the others.

But he paused slightly.

Nicolai slowly pulled out another horse, neatly organizing the equipment.

"Although it's not going to the chess and card room," I saw what he told Justin: "But the rules are the same: the patrol clears the field and the Grand Duke guards..."

"Hey, are you going too?" the prince asked in confusion.

Nicolai turned his head.

"According to the grand duke's orders, little prince."

The meteorite grumbled coldly and said: "I will send you to Rumba..."

"Send you..." He showed a grinning grin:

"Last journey."

Thyls rolled his eyes.

The last trip.

This dead face...

Can't you change the word?

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