Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 60: It’s hard to escape its sheath

Imperial Wind.

Thyls chewed the word for a while.

A genre style that rivals the "temple".

Is it the wind of the empire, or the wind of the emperor?

"Now, do you understand."

Marius gently stroked the hilt of the sword around his waist, his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

"Emperor Wind, this martial art inherited from the Empire Era, what does it mean to the Star Kingdom, to the Star Royal Family, and especially to you?"

There are few people on the training ground, and the depths of the courtyard are silent, except for the main stone hall standing behind him, still under the gray sky.

Tyles pondered for a long time before speaking.

"In this way,'Emperor Wind' not only represents martial arts, but also represents history. It is of extraordinary significance. It is equivalent to the family genre of the Canstar royal family..."

So this is another story about studying history and reading the world, so that I "study hard"...

Thinking of this, Thales choked.

Wait.

The family biography of the Canstar Royal Family...

Thyls' expression changed slightly, and Mallos on one side remained silent.

"Doyle of Mirror River..."

The prince suddenly said the last name without thinking.

"Last night, the match between D.D and Baylar..."

Thyls looked at the watchman, speaking in surprise and doubt:

"Although weapons and styles are different, I have the impression, does D.D's swordsmanship style belong to the imperial style?"

Malles squinted slightly.

A few seconds later, the watchman nodded.

"Danny Doyle was the last servant recruited by the Joaquin Knights. Before the death of Joaquin Knight, he was a private soldier of the Royal Family of the Stars. The general instructor of swordsmanship employed by Joaquin Knight was an emperor. A master character in Fengwu Art."

Swordsmanship training for the private soldiers of the stars.

The question was confirmed, Thales cast his eyes, and then asked:

"What about the others?"

"Besides Toledo and D.D? Glover? Bastiya? And you?"

Thyls stared at Mallos steadily.

The watchman smiled faintly, affirming his guess:

"Yes."

"Glover, Morgan, Vlaton, Oscarson in the vanguard wing..."

"Bastiya, Franzuk, Ferry, Kusta in the guard wing..."

"Including Tang Xin and Cuifanov under my command."

Malles' palm is still on the hilt of the sword, seemingly sighing:

"More than that, your Star Lake Guard, to be precise, is the entire Royal Guard's establishment. Most of the people are practitioners of Emperor Feng."

Most of the royal guards.

Thyls first realized something, then frowned and thought deeply.

"As for me, the teachers who have taught me martial arts are also knights of Emperor Feng."

Just listen to the watchman slowly saying:

"For the blessings of the private soldiers of Canxing, even the standing army of the royal family, which has only been organized for decades, is more or less affected by it. There are many people from officers to soldiers who practice."

Thyls was silent for a while.

He quietly pondered the truth.

Marius didn't urge him, but waited patiently for the prince's response.

"Malles."

A few seconds later, Thales spoke faintly, in a trance:

"You said, between the temple and the imperial wind, when people choose their genre, are there any particulars?"

At that moment, Mallos looked blankly.

He opened his sword hilt lightly.

"I think, in the age when the powers are in full bloom and the world is in chaos, the skills taught by the Tower of End will often become popular for a while, and become a prominent learning in the eyes of the world."

The watchman got rid of the confusion in his eyes and became calm again:

"In the peaceful and prosperous times, when the country is peaceful, the orthodox style of the empire has become a trend that people are chasing."

Malos looked at Thales, calmly, except for the pause between the words:

"Do you understand?"

Thyls took a deep breath.

He sits upright, facing his guard captain and martial arts teacher in awe.

"Malles."

"What do you want to talk about in this class today?"

The arc of Mallos's mouth widened a little, but he shrugged, looking innocent and helpless:

"Of course the two representative schools in the world..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"You can be more blunt, don't be so obscure and careful," Duke Xinghu stared at him seriously:

"I don't engage in keyword review."

Malles lags slightly.

He sneered softly.

"You are as smart as you, what do you think I want to say?"

The two silently looked at each other for a moment.

Until Thales took a deep breath, gently closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"South Bank leader, the silly man of the Karabyan family... ahem, I mean, respectable Master Cohen."

Thyls stared at Mallos with a solemn tone:

"As far as I know, he is a student of the Tower of End."

"According to you, he is the preacher of the Temple."

Malós raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"North, Miss Miranda from Allende's house."

"And last night, West Wilderness, Anke Bailar in Crows Town."

"And Nexi, as you said, before he moved to the central collar, he lived with the blade collar."

Thyls has a positive tone and moves forward step by step:

"By the way, there are Exeters."

Thyls remembered what Wiya told him:

"As far as I know, Kaslan Rumba, the well-known ‘earth-shaking’, also learned his skills from the Tower of End when he was young."

Hearing the name, Mallos moved slightly, thoughtfully.

He raised his head and responded to the prince leisurely:

"You do know a lot, Your Highness."

Thyls frowned:

"And last night, when you said that the martial arts of the assassins originated from the Tower of End, your old enemy--sorry, I mean Lord Vogel, the captain of the lieutenant guard--the first reaction was: it was a foreign land Nobility."

Talston took a moment, but Mallos remained calm.

"As for Emperor Feng..."

Thyls feels that he has caught the line and is pulling tighter and tighter until he gets closer to the point:

"In my guard, both D.D and Glover were born in the central collar. To be precise, they are the Seven Stars."

"And you said, Toledo is a descendant of the Seven Servant family."

"Even you, Tormund Mallos, are the descendants of the Seven Servant."

Malles' breathing is slightly stagnant.

"Also, the ‘most’ other people in the Royal Guard."

Thyls said seriously:

"The Temple and the Imperial Wind."

"Is it a coincidence that their practitioners are so different?"

But Mallius still didn't answer his words, and asked:

"What do you think?"

Tyles' brows clenched, and he thought that this guy was cherishing words like gold at this time, and he was definitely trying to get revenge before the prince.

"I guess..."

Thyls tried to infer:

"At least in the Star Kingdom, local nobles tend to send their children to the Tower of End to practice the martial arts of the temple?"

"The lords in the center follow the inheritance of the emperor more to get closer to the preferences of the Canstar royal family?"

"Is that right?"

Malles smiled, noncommittal.

Tyles exhaled.

"Go deeper..."

The prince frowned:

"The skills of the Tower of End have spread throughout the kingdom, especially local families with a long history and habit of division and rule."

"Emperor Wind is based in the center of the stars, based on Everstar City, and is highly respected by the knights surrounding the throne."

Thyls' eyes lit up.

"Sanctuary and Emperor Feng, martial arts genre, I seem to understand."

Thyls no longer cares about Mallos' reaction, and thinks for himself:

For thousands of years, especially in the age of empire, the temple and the imperial wind have faced each other and competed with each other.

But this is not the difference between different genres of martial arts in the previous life, the battle of sword spirit.

"It's like the power of ending," Thales recalled what Ricky had said in the dungeon, and subconsciously repeated:

"They are not only themselves, but the soldiers themselves."

Malles frowned slightly.

Thyls speaks faster and faster:

"The Temple of Knights originated in the ancient North, and its martial arts were spread by rangers and spread all over the world."

"Their opponent, Emperor Feng, started from the ancient empire, benefiting from the orthodoxy of the imperial power, inherited from the knights of the Legion, and benefited from the center of the palace."

"From the beginning, the two were born in different people, and they developed and grown in the struggle between these people."

Thyls is in a trance:

"Until the millennium passed, they changed their faces and formed the two main martial arts in the territory of the stars, surrounding the throne and the kingship."

"Temple."

"Emperor Wind."

Marius stared at the prince closely.

Thyls ignored him.

He is immersed in thinking at this moment:

Yes, as Ricky said:

The power of ending is closely related to the fighter himself, reflecting everyone’s experience and personality...

The martial arts genre is closely related to the real world, reflecting everyone's tendencies and choices.

Thyls is fascinating and authentic:

"Because they are not only two major schools, their competition is not just a battle for honor and disgrace, a battle for fame, but also a naked political reality."

"In ancient times, the people who used them were entangled in the empire's central and local divisions."

"In contemporary times, the practitioners of the two are centered on the difference between the star kingship and the division of vassals."

Thyls raised his head and looked at Mallos affirmatively:

"This is not just martial arts."

"It is more politics and power, history and change."

"This is the truth and meaning of the two major schools that have been passed down to this day."

"It's also what you really want to tell me, right?"

Marillos smiled, very pleased.

He looked at the sparse and barren courtyard in the distance due to the crisscrossing of autumn and winter:

"To be honest, I am not good at interpreting politics, and I don't want to mislead you..."

Thyls interrupted him by shaking his head:

"Nonsense, your heart is as bright as a mirror, so thorough."

The prince no longer looked at Mallos, his eyes were dark.

Thousands of years ago...

The trend is rolling and gathering into a tide.

Human race will be prosperous, shining in the temple.

If there is something good in the top, it will not be good at the bottom.

The direction of the imperial power is the imperial wind.

Malles fell silent while looking at the prince who was thinking deeply.

Thyls glanced into the distance. After the war, Nehy and Toledo were wiping sweat and drinking water—the former seemed to have a grudge, but the latter didn't care.

The two talented swords fought with each other, as if it sounded in his mind again:

Clang.

Thyls froze.

Nexi's speed sword light, Toledo's tough defense.

It was not just a duel between two people, or even a clash between two major schools.

In that battle, what he saw was the scenery thousands of years ago:

Emperors and princes.

The Empire and the Ranger.

Unification and chaos.

Iron blood and publicity.

And now after a thousand years have passed...

Thyls's thoughts drift away:

Divide and conquer in troubled times, and it's hard to start fighting.

So the tower was ended, and the peaches and plums were everywhere.

The stars are restored, and the king's power is growing.

Our own knights inherit, and the emperor's style is eternal.

The local nobles chose the Tower of End, and the Seven Servant of the Stars chose to be close to Emperor Feng.

Central and local.

Centralization and Divide and Conquer.

Kings and vassals.

Thyls thought about all this in a daze, the more he realized.

There is nothing in this world, it's an illusory, ethereal castle in the sky.

Even if it is martial arts and swordsmanship that seem innocent and independent, it is no exception to the selection of foreign objects or tools related to personal interests.

The appearance of the temple and the imperial wind is closely related to the times. Their competition is not isolated and static, but the result of the joint action of history and politics, reality and power.

The opposition between the two is more a faithful reflection of the relationship between people in the inheritance of martial arts and actual violence.

The times have made them.

They reflect the times.

This is true of martial arts, even more so for people.

Thinking of this, Thales sighed:

"It seems that Grey Sword Guard is right."

"An ancient sword cannot escape its sheath."

Grey Sword Guard?

Hearing this sentence evaluating the previous masters, Mallos was taken aback, seemingly puzzled.

But Thales just shook his head.

"For every martial art, every genre, no matter how powerful and beautiful, how powerful and prestigious..."

Tyls let out a sigh of relief:

"The background of the times and the soil of society, and even the people who use them, are their real ‘sheath’."

Malles is lost in thought, nodding slightly.

Speaking of this, Thales suddenly remembered what Bachelor Bona had said in the grammar class:

[Language is a tool, a result, but also a master. It is the cause. It is the best example of anti-object-oriented and profoundly influencing users in changes...]

Thyls was startled subconsciously.

Whether it is martial arts or language.

They are not just ignorant tools.

On the contrary, the person who uses them fits into their scabbard, gives them their own brand, and gives them the characteristics of the times and society. Since then, they are integrated, indivisible, and even possess...humanity.

They are more object-oriented, influencing more people in inheritance and practice, and continue to strengthen and advance the trend of the times.

[Theology, in the final analysis, is about human knowledge. 】

Meghan's words about sacrificing to him once sounded in his mind.

"It's like a temple and imperial wind."

Tales subconsciously and authentically:

"The meaning of their opposition to each other has been passed down in the bodies of thousands of practitioners from ancient times to the present, taking root and sprouting, looking for opportunities to bloom, whether they are aware of it or not."

They are constantly changing and entangled in countless realities and politics.

They clanged in every battle of weapons, with a melodious voice.

At this second, Thales remembered the scene of Nehy and Toledo just now.

But the next moment, what he saw was the banquet hall last night, D.D and Anke's angry fight.

No, not just them.

Marius, Doyle, Glover...

Caslan, Cohen, Miranda...

"They live in every soldier, every weapon, every battle."

Thyls is fascinating and authentic:

"One after another, one after another, competing for thousands of years without success."

"Until now."

Never left, never faded, never faded.

It’s just that people are in it.

Daily use without notice.

I don't know for a long time.

Can't escape its sheath.

Malós tasted it for a moment and suddenly smiled:

"It seems that I don't need to say anything anymore."

Thyls also laughed.

He looked at the weapon rack on the training ground, then raised his head to look at the gloomy sky.

At that moment, he just felt everything in the air enveloped him.

Maybe, this is the string of the times.

Thyls feels sincerely:

It’s the syllables played in every detail of history.

Small and no trace, but endless shadows.

It seems like there is nothing, but it is too heavy to be considered.

"Marillos, the genres you said before..."

Thyls sighed slowly.

"I went back to check the information."

Malles looked at the Duke of Star Lake, feeling the weight of the latter.

Just listen to Thales slowly saying:

"The offensive and defensive faction, or the Northern faction, started from years of conflict between the stars and Exeter at the border."

"The Artillery Faction, inherited from the church's armed forces that flourished in the imperial era, was once the guardian of the temple of faith."

"New wave, it is reflected in modern mercenaries and adventurers."

"These martial arts, they all come from their own, right."

Thyls looked at Mallos fixedly:

"As I said today, the temple and the imperial wind."

Marius looked back at him for a long time, then said quietly:

"War and chaos, peace and prosperity, can give birth to different martial arts and martial artists, or colorful and incredible, or orthodox and uniform style."

The watchman looks at the distant sky:

"I heard that the farther away from us, the more different the martial arts in the foreign land of East China."

Thyls chuckled lightly, somewhat relieved.

"The changes of the times have influenced and shaped everything," the prince said with emotion:

"Cause and effect are successive, connected one after another, no one can do anything, nothing can get off."

As for those technological means that transcend history and can develop smoothly...

Beyond the times, you can also kill the Quartet Cheats...

Thyls sighed.

Sure enough, it can only appear in Rebirth and Transit.

"But in any case, one thing will never change."

Malles stood up, his face serious and his tone cold.

"All martial arts, in the final analysis, are violence."

"All violence, with the mask off, can kill."

The watchman is profound and authentic:

"His Royal Highness, be careful."

Thyls frowned.

Power comes from violence.

Really?

"Why?"

Tyles lowered his eyes:

"Why do you want to tell me this and demonstrate teaching?"

Malles took a breath and exhaled slowly.

"Because, this is the class you are going to take today."

He looked at the main building of Mindith Hall, his eyes gloomy, not knowing his thoughts.

"Are you ready?"

Are you ready?

Thyls did not answer immediately.

He is thinking of another thing at the moment.

Since the style of martial arts is like this, so is the power of ending, both bearing the mark of people, engraved with the traces of the times, and reflecting the power changes in reality.

So...

Tyles' eyes sharpened.

In the era when the magic tower has not collapsed, the wizards have not yet been extinct, in those times when knowledge has not been taboo, or the supremacy of the world...

What is the face of magic?

How does it overlap with people, closely related to the times, and entangled with reality?

When Thales was fascinated.

"Sir, Your Highness!"

In the distance, with the sound of footsteps, the nervous and heavy voice of Guard Officer Bastiya resounded through the training ground:

"Come from Fuxing Palace!"

At that moment, Thales and Mallos were silent.

Bastiya’s sturdy body stepped onto the ground of the training ground and aroused endless dust:

"Your Majesty the King's order!"

"Call the Duke of Xinghu~IndoMTL.com~I will enter the palace immediately!"

Thyls was silent for a while.

Malles remained motionless.

They turned a blind eye to the anxiousness of the guard officer.

Finally, when Bastia couldn't help repeating it, Thales stood up slowly.

Here it comes.

"Yes, Mallos."

Thyls took a deep breath.

He smiled slightly and answered the watchman's question just now: "The warm-up is complete."

"I'm ready."

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