Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 56: The Prime Minister is on the left and Rumba is on the right!

Just now.

　　 "Of course not!"

　　 a loud voice sounded.

　　 Thales turned his head in surprise, and turned to Shrei with the others in the carriage.

　　 I saw the Marquis shook his head solemnly, looked at Thales, and said decisively: "You can't go to Lisban!"

　　 Shreis first coughed to cover his gaffe, and then naturally turned the anxiety on his face into full of worry: "Ah, I mean, I don't recommend you to do this..."

Master 　　 closed his eyes and sighed deeply: "Don't forget, Prince Thales, whether you are not a murderer, you are a tricky enemy prince."

　　 I saw Shi Lai shook his head solemnly, speaking upright like never before: "And Lisban is just an earl of Duke Longxiaocheng, what can he do? I can neither let you fly free, nor To issue a verdict on you-of course it can only detain you, and then wait for the decisions of the princes and lords."

　　 "Trust me, this will only make the situation worse.

　　 Nicolai gave a cold snort and interrupted him: "When did you become so enthusiastic?"

　　Sluis smiled friendly.

　　"This is fulfilling the contract between me and the prince," the Marquis nodded sincerely: "For..."

　　 Putila frowned and helped him complete the sentence: "To save your own life."

　　 Shroud shrugged, smiling nicely: "This is just incidental."

　　 Thales sighed and turned to Nicolai: "You haven't said yet, whether Lisban can be trusted."

　　Nicolae frowned slightly.

　　 one second later.

　　 "You know, Kaslan was once your majesty's right-hand man," Thales did not expect, this strong and cold warrior, the commander of the Blade Guard, bowed his head sadly and shook his voice. : "So, I'm not good."

　　 Thales was slightly startled.

　　 At this moment, the car door was suddenly opened.

　　 Rafael Lindbergh from the Kingdom’s Department of Secrets, boarded the carriage in motion with a plain face, and the carriage with four people was already crowded.

　　 "You all know the situation? We have to make a decision as soon as possible." The young man from Secret Section looked at Nicolai, smiled, his tone was still relaxed, but the words were chilling: "Your dear Master Xiang, came to us."

　　 Everyone in the car moved slightly.

　　Thyls has doubts: Come here in person?

　　 Why?

　　"But this is not the worst part..." Raphael said flatly:

　　 "The worst is..."

　　 He opened the other car window a gap and pointed in a direction outside.

　　 Thales leaned forward to the car window.

　　 In the distance, an old nobleman with a medium build and gray head, surrounded by the soldiers, walked towards their carriage.

　　 But Thales' eyes froze immediately.

　　 I saw an old woman in a red robe walking calmly beside Lisban.

　　They talked from time to time, pointing at the two Camus carriages.

　　 Seeing the familiar and unfamiliar red robe, Thales' heartbeat began to increase.

　　 In the carriage, everyone who saw this scene froze.

　　 "She is everywhere," Putila sighed long: "It's not good."

　　 Lisban is getting closer and closer to them.

　　 Raphael closed the car window blankly.

　　 The atmosphere in the car became very solemn.

　　 "We have to make a decision as soon as possible," Raphael retracted his head from the car window, narrowed his eyes and urged: "It is less than two hundred meters away from us."

　　 Thales leaned into the car, frowning, trying to control his breathing.

　　Resban’s appearance was somewhat unexpected, and that person appeared with him...It can only be said that he was caught off guard.

　　 He has no intelligence or information at all!

　　...not even prepared at all!

　　"Any suggestions?" The second prince gritted his teeth and asked harshly, "What's the situation now?"

　　 No one answered: Nicolai squeezed his weapon with a look of disbelief, while Shrei's eyes rolled around. Thoughtfully, Putile rubbed his unlit pipe and moved his lips slightly.

　　"Lespan and the Red Witch are on the left, Rumba and the Archduke are on the right," Raphael stared at Thales blankly: "We have to choose-this is the situation."

　　 "Choose?" Thales swallowed hard and looked at Raphael: "In what capacity does the Red Witch appear?"

　　Raphael smiled slightly: "I don't know."

　　 Thales frowned, and he turned to Shreis: "Resban was bought by the dark room? Did he betray King Nunn? Or did the dark room temporarily confuse him?"

　　 Shireis showed an awkward smile: "I don't know."

　　 Thales breathed out and looked at Nicolai: "How is the relationship between the darkroom and Xiang? How is the relationship between Xiang and Rumba?"

　　 Nicolai looked sad, and sighed: "I don't know."

　　 "There are one hundred and fifty meters," Raphael's voice sounded coldly: "I will see Lisban soon."

　　 Thales' heart tightened.

　　 Damn it.

　　"She let us off once at the secret road exit," Thales clenched her fist: "This time...maybe she will let us go again?"

　　 Nicolai's expression tightened, and his eyes closed weakly: "I don't know."

　　 Damn it!

　　 Thales suppressed his impatience and pursed his lips: "Then you are still going to see Lisban? And the Red Witch?"

　　 Nicolai did not speak, but his face became more terrifying.

　　 "Where are you?" The meteorite asked coldly.

　　 Thales, who was trembling slightly in irritability and nervousness, couldn't help sighing.

　　 Calm down.

　　 I want to calm down.

　　 "It's less than a hundred meters, Lisbane and the others seem to have speeded up," Raphael coldly reported a number: "Don't forget, we still need time to inform people outside."

　　 The atmosphere is getting more and more tense.

　　 Thales gritted his teeth.

　　 "So, what is your suggestion, Putila?" The prince asked in a low voice, controlling his volume.

　　 Putilai moved his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Red Witch—though he couldn't see outside.

　　 "You decide, Your Highness."

　　"But my suggestion is," the deputy envoy said solemnly and solemnly: "No matter what you do, it is best to be more convinced and less unknown."

　　 Thales was slightly startled.

　　 convinced.

　　 unknown.

　　 At that moment, his breathing seemed to stop.

　　 Yeah.

　　 He understands better than anyone else, where is the key to this game of chess.

　　 isn't it?

　　He looked at the roof of the car without moving.

　　 A second later, Thales closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

　　 "I'm done." The second prince opened his eyes and said lightly.

　　 is on the left and Rumba is on the right.

　　 More certain, less unknown.

　　 "As for you, Lord Nicolai."

　　 Thales looked at Nicolai calmly: "Are you more afraid of death or failure?"

　　 Nicolai frowned.

　　————

　　Beyond the carriage, in the distance, the minister of the Kingdom of Exeter, Earl Lisbane was talking to Mrs. Kashan.

　　 "I understand your concerns, but this is never allowed!" Mr. Xiang frowned, and strongly rejected the smiling red woman: "The princes fill the Fangcheng Gate with their own troops? It has never been like this. Precedent..."

　　 But his words were quickly interrupted.

　　"Master Xiang!"

　　In the distance, the Viscount Reston roared at him hoarsely, pointing in one direction: "Carriage!"

　　 Lisbanxiang quickly realized what was happening.

　　 I saw that the two Comus carriages that had just arrived and claimed to be visiting the Palace of Valor, together with a dozen "servants", suddenly turned around.

　　 rushed towards the city gate!

The 　　 rider whips his horse like death, rushing through the battle that the patrols have not had time to pull up!

　　 The Red Witch frowned slightly while looking at the two carriages.

　　 Respan’s phase was taken aback first, and then he was shocked.

　　 is wrong.

　　 the subordinates of the princes? City gate? Palace of Valor?

　　 He turned his head and looked at the Red Witch, suspicious.

　　 is wrong!

　　 Lisban has a hunch that the key to everything today is on the carriage!

　　 In the next second, Lisban's face tightened, he shook off his steps and shouted at his patrols at the highest volume: "Stop them!"

　　 "Stop those two carriages!"

　　 "Everyone, at all costs-stop them for me!"

　　————

　　 above the city gate.

　　, Earl Lewand, who was observing the patrol nervously, saw the following changes and was taken aback.

　　 In his field of vision, more than a dozen people guarding two carriages, under the chase of the patrol behind him, came towards their city gate!

What is 　　 doing?

　　 "Lord Earl," a soldier with a black sand collar reminded him: "The two carriages seem to be the signs of the Lord Camus..."

　　"Do you want to pull up the city gate to answer it?"

　　 The number one vassal under the black sand collar, Count Lewand frowned.

　　 Of course he recognized the sign of Shanliu City.

　　But...

　　Earl Lewandre remembered the scene in front of Broken Dragon Fortress.

　　If this is a trick.

　　 is to make money to open the city gate...

　　Lewan clenched his fists.

　　 In the next second, Earl Lewand raised his hand and shouted at the crossbowmen in the distance: "Phil! Wind up!"

　　 "School shooting warning!"

　　In the distance, Phil, a short soldier, suddenly drew a bunch of arrows from the quiver behind him, and put them on the thatch on the right hand side, then grabbed one of them and hit a big bow.

　　His arrow aimed at the small spot in the field of vision.

　　In an instant, Phil's eyes moved and the bowstring let go!

　　 "Whoo!"

　　 The howl of arrows breaking through the air~IndoMTL.com~Boom! "

　　 The arrows are firmly nailed to the ground.

　　 is right in front of the hoof of the first carriage.

　　 The horse seemed to be taken aback, and was about to turn around with repeated screams.

　　 But the rider was obviously highly skilled, and he used a whip to drive the carriage back to its original direction.

　　 The carriage continued to rush towards the city gate, without even intending to reduce it!

　　 Phil frowned: They didn't stop.

　　 In that case—he grabbed the second arrow.

　　 This time, after Phil finished the bow, he coldly ordered his men:

　　"School shooting is complete, everyone, take the strings!"

　　 Behind him, more than a hundred northern archers from the black sand collar stood in position.

　　 They struck an arrow to wind the string, lowered their waists and widened their chests, and steadily opened their powerful arms.

　　 The bowstring and bow arm groaned together.

Under the city gate, the outline of the two carriages became clearer and clearer.

　　 Phil looked cold.

　　 "A volley ready!"

　　 Everyone tensed their muscles, their faces were serious, their bowstrings pressed against their cheeks, and their angles were adjusted to the target—the carriage and people rushing high under the city gate.

　　The carriage is getting closer.

　　Finally, Phil's face is grim, and he releases his final roar:

　　 "Let it go!"

　　 In the next second, amid the tidy and screaming sound of people, countless arrows poured out under the city gate.

　　

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