Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 64: Of course-no
"The girl got help."
Sodor Reid is straight to the point:
"When she disappeared on the battlefield, her life or death is unknown."
Part of the doubts of the Imperial Conference disappeared, but more problems followed.
"Help?"
The Secretary of Commerce and Trade, Viscount Connie laughed, quite jokingly:
"Could it be a dragon?"
Thyles thought, thinking of the scene where the unkempt, silly little slicker sat in the ruins and silently stared at the huge and graceful dragon head.
But Viscount Connie soon discovered that no one was supporting his joke.
On the contrary, Duke Cullen, who has always been smiling, has a dull face, and Treasurer Jok Mann looks ugly.
The Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Clapham awakened again from his sleepy eyes, his gaze was startled and suspicious, but Stilianides, who had been silent, lowered his head in thought.
Tyles sat beside Gilbert, forbearing the curiosity and eagerness in his heart, and focused on watching the foreign secretary eagerly reviewing the information in his hand.
At the end of the long table, the king's figure remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.
The entire imperial meeting seemed extremely silent.
Viscount Connie's smile gradually faded.
"No."
In the silence, consultant Sodor made a final word and ended Viscount Connie’s embarrassment:
"It is the bitter people."
The military advisor holds the table with both hands and looks at everyone.
Tyles felt that after Sodor said "no", most of the ministers present were relieved.
"The local people of Xitao."
Suo Duo frowned, his palm flicking across the roads and towns on the map, tapping lightly in the empty space where there were no chess pieces.
"They helped the Grand Duke to make her survive the battle."
"Finally, we will gather and retrieve some of the elites belonging to Longxiao City."
The military adviser caught a few white chess pieces off the map and placed them back beside the white queen.
Thyls felt relieved.
So, Selma got help from the locals and passed the dangerous battlefield safely.
But he immediately felt strange.
"Wait, didn't Earl Caso said," Viscount Connie asked suspiciously:
"Suriel Walton once slaughtered Fort Liberty, and had a deep hatred with the people of the Freedom League? If the bitter people knew the identity of the Grand Duke, why would they still..."
Many people looked to Gilbert.
The Minister of Foreign Affairs is holding his glasses, and his face is a bit unsightly, and the action of flipping through the information is getting faster:
"About this—sorry, give me a few seconds—I remember it’s on these pages..."
Suo Duo coughed and looked at the visitor from the secret department.
The scar-faced man calmly stepped forward and solved Gilbert's embarrassment:
"Mike thought so at the beginning-the bitter people of the Freedom League and the people of the North are you dead and dead."
"It was discovered afterwards that the information we had was incomplete."
"So quickly approached the local intelligence station, and then corroborated each other with historical data from the Department of Foreign Affairs."
The secretary of foreign affairs finally turned to the page he needed. He exhaled and took the conversation:
"Cough, lords, the national conditions of the Freedom League are quite special."
Gilbert raised his head and turned back to the sly fox that Thales was familiar with:
"In fact, unlike the bitter people of Qiyuan City, most of the bitter people of the Freedom League—especially the part that Sodor talked about—mainly live in the suburbs and countryside, with low status and poverty. Being discriminated against, even if I enter the Freedom Castle to discuss life, I still do the most inferior work."
"The real hatred with them is as deep as the sea. Instead, they are not the Northland invaders who stare at the noble families, but the upper class living in the Freedom Castle."
Tyles frowned. He remembered that Ronnie had hinted to him that the bitter man was one of the problems faced by Qiyuan City, but he never knew that the problem with the bitter man was not limited to the corner of Qiyuan City.
"It's a bit...complex?" Viscount Connie asked his voice.
"No."
Everyone stood tall and looked at the speaker.
"It's not complicated at all."
King Kessel stared at the ring on his hand, his eyes turned on the brass luster:
"It's like what happened last night."
Last night.
The imperial meeting suddenly fell silent.
Thyls turned his head subconsciously, avoiding everyone's intentional or unintentional look.
Gilbert’s words sounded at the right time to attract everyone’s attention and ease the atmosphere:
"A hundred years ago, the Camus Alliance implemented the strategy of "Hundred Countries Commercial Road", and its power expanded eastward, and the entire Golden Corridor was turbulent."
"At that time, Exeter was ruled by the newly succeeded'Broken Steel' Nuen VI. He played back and forth with the Kangmas people and finally reached a compromise: to foster local power at the eastern end of the Golden Corridor and establish a A country where trade routes are opened, but Exeter is still the sovereign."
The Sodor consultant frowned:
"Freedom League."
Kilber characteristic nodded:
"As an intermediate product of the compromise between the two big powers, the structure of the Freedom League is deformed: its source of power and ruling foundation are not inside but outside, and it only advocates the high. By virtue of the huge profits of trade routes, it is in the gap between the big countries. Developed in China."
Gilbert turned a page, very serious:
"After nearly a hundred years of rule, the high-ranking elders and their noble families in Liberty Castle, although they shed the same blood as the bitter people, are accustomed to being aloof, exploiting management, holding important positions, and enjoying privileges. Don’t think of yourself as a part of the bitter people."
Tyles relaxes.
That's it.
The real reality is far more complicated and specific than the dry sentence in the book, "The Freedom League is in the west of prayer, the east of good flow, and the benefit of business".
As for Selma, what she has to face is much more difficult than what I have to face.
"So, the lower-level bitter people in the alliance are actually local forces that can be drawn in to fight against the high-level in the Freedom Castle."
Prime Minister Cullen scratched his chin, looking silly:
"It's just that in the past few decades, the eyes of the Northlanders have been on the nobles in the castle, on the regime that they have compromised with the Kangmas people and fostered?"
Gilbert sighed:
"Don't talk about subdividing the bitter and the nobles... To be precise, the entire Freedom League has not been seen by the Northlanders in the past few decades."
The foreign secretary frowned: Didn’t even us rush to update the intelligence after the report came?
Thyls was in a good mood, but he couldn't stop another doubt.
But what about Selma...
"So, that girl got a few waves of support from the lower class, but..."
"Money Bag" Joker Man asked, narrowing his eyes:
"We are talking about real swords, real guns, and costly wars, not cutting wood and reclaiming wasteland, plowing land."
"A group of poor people in rags can really help her win the victory?"
This question asked everyone the most doubtful point. Even though all the monarchs present here are very well-trained, they still can’t help but lean forward in hopes of answering.
"No."
Suo Duo's answer is as always, vigorously and vigorously:
"But at least I can give her a way to sneak into the Freedom Castle secretly that the inferior people who are doing dirty work know."
Tyles' eyelids twitched.
"According to our information, one night after the Liberty League's victory in returning to the division, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City led the elite guards around her--many of them were the blade guards of King Nunn's era--quiet Silently invaded the inner city of Fort Liberty."
Tales unknowingly leaned forward, joined the ranks of the courtiers present, and stared at the white chess.
Sodor Reid leaned down and pushed the special white queen against the momentum, but unstoppable, to the Freehold on the battlefield where the white chess retreated and the black chess re-established.
Like the sunlight that finally pierced the sky through clouds.
"With the help of the miserable people's guide, she captured all the high-level leaders of the Freedom League with the military strength of a few hundred people and without blood."
"For the whole war, draw the curtain down."
Suo Duo's voice fell.
There was a little exclamation from the Imperial Conference.
Only Thales bit his lower lip.
He imagined that night.
A small number of elite, sneak in secretly, without a **** sword, and capture the high-level...
It sounds like...
Very familiar.
Thyls was in a daze.
It seems that six years ago, he was not the only one who learned from the madness of Charman Rumba.
"Up to the governor veteran, down to the bureaucratic general."
Suo Duo methodically, one by one knocked down the few black chesses left in Freedom Castle:
"Including the most critical Josh Kenya, and the young Ivan Borado who became famous."
"One does not fall."
"Catch it all in one net."
"A prisoner overnight."
Suo Duo retracted his finger and looked at the only white queen standing on the battlefield, sighing:
"Just when they were immersed in the big victory and completely lost their vigilance."
The Imperial Conference experienced a long silence.
"What?"
After a long while, Viscount Connie said in disbelief. He stared at the messy map of chess pieces:
"Dare to love this war is to set off each other, and see who is more stupid than whom?"
He laughed and laughed, whether it was a mockery or a sigh.
The rest are more or less the same.
"If you go through the battles, your Excellency, you may find that many wars in history are like this."
Sodor replied coldly, obviously in a bad mood:
"Many times, the result of the war is not because of how powerful the victor..."
"But thanks to how stupid the loser is."
Suo Duo dropped his head.
What's more, the factors involved in the war are complicated, too much chaos, too much chance, too much unknown.
Even if we sit here, no matter how good the calculation is on paper.
If you end up in person, face reality...
Probably not much better.
"At least, the Northlanders won the Freedom Fort," Gilbert sighed, consciously or unconsciously making a round:
"I didn't shame on the title of'Front Invincible'."
Thyls let out an unknown breath.
Duke Cullen raised his voice and asked:
"So she captured the upper level and controlled the inner city, but the rest of the soldiers and civilians in Freedom Castle..."
Sodor nodded and turned to the scarred man.
People from the secret department respectfully step forward:
"With the rescue of Kierke Gor, the remnants of Longxiao City soon regrouped and the chain of command was restored."
"With the help of the bitter people, they entered the city in batches within a few days and joined the female grandfather."
"Finally, I won the Freedom Castle without any risk."
Suo Duo took the conversation:
"In this way, Qi Yuan was defeated and retreated to stay in a hurry. When Exter's general situation was gone, Longxiao City suddenly emerged and turned the tide of the battle."
"Shocked everyone."
"Private Soldier" closed his mouth, and there was silence around the table.
Everyone is feeling the aftermath of the battle on the table, immersed in different emotions, and it is difficult to recover for a while.
"Huh."
The gray-bearded Treasurer, Joker Man hums disdainfully:
"A defeat on the battlefield, it is necessary to rely on a lady to steal the dog to save the situation."
"Even if he wins the war, Exter loses his face for fear that he will become a laughingstock."
All of you present here are in a mixed mood, and no one answered at the moment.
Until a young voice sounds:
"Master Man, this room is called the'Ballard Room', right?"
The imperial monarchs turned their heads together, and then they were surprised to find that the person who responded was the first time to participate in the meeting. He has been cautious and has never spoken out.
Juke Man did not dare to neglect, sit upright:
"Of course, Your Highness, this place is the Great Ballard Room, so?"
Tyles looked at him for a long time, then squinted and smiled:
"Nothing."
"Let’s go back to that, the laughing stock country that depends on the ladies to save the situation."
Juke Man is confused.
The expressions of those present here are different.
Only Gilbert gave a light cough and motioned to Thales with his eyes, who then leaned back and stopped speaking.
"That girl did more than that."
Sodor's words brought everyone back to the battle.
The military adviser raised his head and gestured to the scarred man beside him: "The secret department has more detailed news."
The secret agent bowed and changed a file:
"Freedom Castle fell, high-ranking captured, the army disarmed..."
"The Grand Duke of Longxiao City, who was holding the winning ticket, gave an order: Starting from the Governor of the Alliance, take these prisoners, the backers of the Freedom League, the senior officials, the generals and soldiers, and none of them will fall..."
The scarred man's eyes lifted from the paper, showing a sharp look:
"All are sent to the guillotine."
Tyles took a breath.
What?
The monarchs at the meeting whispered to each other.
"Come back?"
Prime Minister Cullen frowned:
"It is worthy of being the blood of Nunn and Suriel. He has a cruel heart and a vicious method, not inferior to his father and grandfather."
"Well, you know," Jok Man exhales:
"It has always been small-minded, narrow-minded, and must be compared with each other, and will be reported."
"The loss is so great, I did the same thing after changing," Viscount Connie sighed:
"At least she was very simple and didn't torture them."
Thyls didn't speak, he just frowned in thought.
"How much?"
Gilbert turned his head and interrupted the discussion on the long table:
"How many people did she kill?"
The Scarface of Secret Department glanced at the adults.
He had no expression on his face, just changed a piece of paper and read out an unexpected number:
"Zero."
The entire Ballard room fell silent for a moment.
The adults stared and opened their mouths, unbelievable, and spent several seconds digesting this information.
From an invisible angle, Thales curled his mouth slightly.
"What, what?"
The scarfaced man nodded in agreement.
"On the guillotine, when the cutting blade will fall."
"The Grand Duke takes off the helmet and the armor."
The scarface man’s words are smooth and natural, but there is a vaguely different power that tells a legend thousands of miles away:
"The little girl left the army, walked to the front, and announced to the shivering people in the audience."
The people from Secret Division have changed a piece of paper, and the adults present are full of surprises, doubts, disdain, vigilance and so on.
"She said that there are enough dead people in this war."
"The blood shed by both sides is enough."
The ministers looked at each other, hard to understand.
"She said that the lives and livelihoods of thousands of people, and the children of families without hundreds of surnames, should not pay for the selfishness and mistakes of a few high-ranking people."
The scar-faced man raised his head:
"She said that someone had told her."
"War cannot bring peace, just like death cannot repay life."
Thyls's expression moved.
"And she, the ruler of Longxiao City, will not repeat the mistakes of her grandfather and father."
At the end of the long table, the king moved abruptly. He raised his head, revealing his eyes in the shadow of the backlight.
"In the midst of the heated debate, in front of everyone, the Grand Duchess forgave and forgive the prisoners on the guillotine, untied them one by one, and finally helped Ivan, who was heartbroken by herself. Borado, tell him..."
The scarface man changed the next file, his tone was solemn:
"'On the battlefield, you hurt my people, but in response,'Surprise Ivan', I will forgive your life in exchange for the end of war and hatred.'"
The voice of the secret agent fell.
The meeting room was silent again.
A few seconds later, Thales sighed with emotion, intentionally or unconsciously:
"Small mind, narrow pattern?"
Juke Man's expression became unnatural.
"Absurd!"
Viscount Connie couldn't help but speak:
"Women's benevolence! I dare to let the tiger go back to the mountain when I am in a foreign land. All that awaits her is perish..."
But before he finished speaking, the secret agent spies opened the next file:
"The Grand Duchess also issued a'Peace Order' in public."
"The whole army of Longxiao City, whether generals or soldiers, shall not kill or abuse prisoners of war, invade and looting residential buildings, or hinder public security, or affect the order of people’s livelihood while stationed in Freedom Fort."
The scarface man raised his head:
"If there is an offender, she will be punished severely in the name of slaughtering the soul with the dragon spear."
As soon as this statement came out, not only Viscount Connie, but also Duke Cullen was startled.
"No way?"
The Prime Minister frowned:
"Then her vassals, can her army bear it? How can she satisfy their greed? Why do they spend money and food to travel through mountains and rivers? Traveling to see the scenery? They have countless deaths and injuries, how can they even balance it?"
"She really thought that if she didn't kill dozens of leading examples, the Liberty League people would be obedient? There would be no smart people under her to stand up against her?"
The former ministers whispered, and many people were equally difficult to understand.
Suo Duo's words sounded smoothly:
"After experiencing the previous fiasco, and facing the prestige of the female grandfather in this battle, I guess her people have little courage to oppose."
The scar face of Secret Department nodded:
"As the deputy commander, the highest standing Kelke Gour was the first to kneel and listen to the order."
"The rest followed suit."
"Don't be suspicious."
Thyls was in a daze. He seemed to have returned to the political day in the Hall of Heroes. There, Selma shouted feebly, but all her vassals looked cold and unmoved.
"As for Fort Freedom..."
Scarface read his information:
"The Grand Duke strongly suggests that the Governor of the League should let the elders of the League use their savings and donate land to help the suffering people in order to relieve their difficulties."
"Even adjust laws and regulations, reduce or exempt servitude taxes, reset courts, and review cases."
"By the way, solve the'food and accommodation problem' of the army of Longxiao City."
As soon as these words came out, Gilbert beside Thales took a deep breath, looking complicated.
"She? "Suggest" the Governor of the League, "Suggest" those elders?"
Juke Mann gave two hehes:
"Ha, either the female grandfather's attitude is sincere and moving, or the elders of the alliance are of high moral character and listen to others..."
"This is not clear," Gilbert said quietly:
"But I guess, whether the sword in her hand or the blade on the guillotine, it must be sharp."
"In the beginning, there were people who were not very enthusiastic, and ‘suggested’ this," the scarfaced man frowned:
"So later, the Grand Duke sent Meteor to have a sincere talk with the elders..."
Talk to the meteorite...
Thyls only felt a phantom pain in his left wrist.
"It is said that a few people were said to be ‘ashamed to die’ by the meteorite’s eloquence, and the rest are just..."
The secret agent raised his head to make a conclusion, and stepped back respectfully:
"I'm much more enthusiastic."
The princes exchanged a clear look of "oh" with each other.
"The law is changed again, and the court is set up again," Secretary of Commerce Connie frowned:
"Why didn't she directly put the black red dragon banner on the head of the city, and then sealed it to a trustworthy northerner, declaring that Freedom Castle would be included in Exeter from now on."
Thyls smiled.
"Because of her, or the people under her are smart enough."
Gilbert's face is solemn:
"Know how to weigh advances and retreats to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."
"In this way, when she takes over, she does not have to bear the burden and pressure of rule."
"When you leave, you will only reap endless memories and fame."
Boom.
The king tapped his fingers on the long table, startling everyone.
But he didn't say anything, just continued to look at the military adviser.
Suo Duo got the signal and cleared his throat:
"In short, at this fate, the suffering people all cheered for joy."
"The veterans of the alliance are mostly emotionally stable."
"The armies of Longxiao City have also been comforted."
"In this way, the female Grand Duke Walton added both soft and hard and generous, plus the losses in the previous war, the formerly strong Freedom Castle lost the last bit of resistance and will."
With a complicated sigh, So Duo looked at the white chess that stood out from the crowd:
"The'Lady Blazing' effortlessly captured the city in peace."
Unconsciously, Thales pursed his lips.
But he knew that it must be far from "effortless".
"Ms. Blazing Blood?"
Viscount Connie frowned:
"Really?"
Suo Duo hummed softly:
"That's how everyone calls her, or do you want me to call her "Ms. True Dragon"?"
Connie smiled and said nothing.
Suo Duo continued:
"Since the capital has fallen, coupled with the surging of bitter people, the other towns of the Freedom League have no fighting spirit, and they look forward to the wind."
"The Exeters, just turn defeat into victory in such a dramatic way."
The military adviser sits down slowly, not moving any pieces that have been determined in the overall situation.
The Minister of "Pocket Bag" coughed:
"My question is that she was lost on the battlefield and far away from her home country. It was the most desperate time, with no soldiers and no money. How did she get the support of the bitter people in foreign countries?"
"You can't recommend your own pillow seats, so put them all to sleep, right?"
Thyls gave Jok Mann a blank expression.
This adult is really old...
In fact, you might as well retire early.
He thought so.
The secret agent's spies stepped forward again.
"I don't know, but we found out that the name'Blood True Dragon' came from these bitter people and then spread to the people of the North."
Connie was puzzled:
"Why is this nickname?"
"She set herself on fire, and then stood in a carriage and drove into the city?"
The scarfaced man shook his head.
"There are various versions of theories. Some people say that they witnessed the flying dragon descend from the sky and seized the city for her..."
Connie frowned:
"Really a dragon?"
But he noticed that many ministers here were shaking their heads at him.
"Impossible."
Sodor Reid spoke again, seemingly annoyed:
"You may have just entered the Imperial Conference, Viscount Connie, so you don't know yet."
"But according to the secret agreement between the "Black Eye" John and the entire Kingdom of Exeter hundreds of years ago," the military adviser snorted coldly:
"The Queen of the Sky, as an extraordinary being, will only intervene in the affairs of the world when disasters reappear."
"Otherwise, we would have been reduced to ashes five hundred years ago."
Gilbert coughed, reminding his old friend to pay attention to the words.
"Just care about the disaster? I mean, it clearly appeared in Longxiao six years ago--"
Viscount Connie wanted to understand something, and his face was a little green.
"Oh, oh, that's it..."
Thyls thought about the scene where he danced with the dragon six years ago, remembering that the Queen of the Sky told him "you have a nice dragon name", and couldn't help but glance at King Kessel in the distance.
But unfortunately, the king is still as stable as a stone carving, motionless.
"Of course, Mr. Connie," the scarfaced man from the secret department said knowingly:
"For hundreds of years, we have always been alert to the possibility of the dragon breaking its oath."
"But, so far everything is fine."
Connie nodded awkwardly.
The scarface man continued:
"As for the nickname of the Grand Duke, some people say that she can shed blood into flames and burn the enemy, and that she can spread the dragon wings and fan the wind when she takes off her clothes. Some even say that she is right on the full moon night. With a howl in the sky, you can become a dragon..."
"The night of the full moon, that was the legendary werewolf." Hearing these words getting more and more outrageous, So Duo couldn't help interrupting:
"I was killed by the'wolf enemy' with the longevity hunter a long time ago."
The secret agent's detective understood the meaning of the military adviser, and stopped chanting information, and summed up:
"So these are not credible."
"Why did this nickname come from? It's still confusing."
The ministers were whispering for a while, Thales noticed that Gilbert showed an inquiring look at Lieutenant Stella Nides, who shook his head.
At this moment.
"What kind of girl is that?"
The thunderous and thick voice sounded, and the officials stopped talking and looked towards the end of the long table.
The scarfaced man bowed to the shadow of the king:
"According to our information, her parents were when she was one year old..."
But he was interrupted immediately:
"Thyls."
The king's voice came slowly, making Thales aroused:
"I'm asking you."
Juke Man’s eyes lit up:
"Yes, His Royal Highness has lived in Longxiao City for six years. He must know her very well, maybe he is still a friend..."
But the Treasurer immediately thought of the scene where the prince interrupted him.
After figuring out the cause and effect, Jo Ke suddenly turned pale, and quickly bowed his head, not daring to speak any more.
What kind of girl is that?
Is it the little girl in the library holding glasses with shiny eyes, or the shabby, shivering little girl in the Palace of Valor?
The little girl who gritted her teeth in the ruins and tried to drag herself? Or was it the grandfather in the Hall of Heroes who glared and raised her arms?
In an instant, Thales had mixed feelings.
The Duke of Xinghu took a deep breath, then looked towards the end of the long table, and met the pair of meaningful eyes.
"That girl, looks calm and gentle, safe and harmless," the prince said quietly:
"Sometimes, it looks a little... dull."
"But little...Selma?"
Remembering the scene where the girl refused to follow him, Thales lowered his head and curled his mouth unconsciously.
Gilbert frowned.
"She is a real fighter."
After recalling the past, Thales raised his head, every word and word was extremely firm:
"No matter what you face."
"Scourge, dragon, or... king."
The whispers of ministers came from around.
Until the other side of the long table, the king said coldly:
"Really."
Tels paused slightly: Gilbert's elbow touched him lightly.
The second prince reacted and coughed:
"Ah...I mean, she may be a tricky enemy, of course, she may also be a potential ally."
Faced with the scrutiny of the entire table, Thales said seriously:
"Fortunately, my relationship with her is not bad...I mean, I can talk to her."
The monarchs looked at each other.
The king was silent for a while before speaking:
"Is there any handle to deal with her?"
Thyls' eyebrows beat.
"It should be," his expression remained unchanged:
"I will go back and think about it."
Thyls could not see the face of King Kessel, but the voice of the other party still came steady:
"Can she be our ally?"
Thyls' eyes lit up:
"Of course."
"She holds real power in Longxiao City, not a puppet of her vassals?"
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"Of course--"
Huh?
Tyers' face changed before he finished speaking, and he hurriedly followed up the second sentence after reacting:
"—No."
The long table was quiet for a moment.
For some reason, Thales felt a fever on his face inexplicably when faced with many unclear eyes in the conference room.
A few seconds later, the king's gaze finally dropped from him.
Leave only a strange nasal sound for the teenager:
"Huh."
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