Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 70: Kidnapping the Grand Duke?

When Thales finally saw Putila and others in the room specially prepared for him in the Palace of Valor, the second prince of the stars and his followers were greatly relieved.

"You mean, you are in their turf, and you refused to cooperate with King Nunn without hesitation, and are ready to use your own method to help him find the murderer?" Putila frowned and stood at the window. Next, looking at the snow scene outside, his thoughts flew.

Should I say that it is bold, or reckless.

When there are no outsiders, Putila has always been rude to him, and even his Highness is too lazy to call it. But this kind of arrogance seems to be much better after Broken Dragon Fortress, at least he has the title of "little prince" The irony is much less.

"Almost." Thales lay down on the chair indecently, looking tired: "The experience just now tells me that the gloomy old man wearing the crown will not have any good plans. I have already deeply understood the North The locals are rude and straightforward."

"Observe the attitudes and reactions of the princes to killing me, to find out the killer, he can't figure it out!"

"Then now this task is done by you, what are you going to do?" Putila turned steadily and walked by Rolf, who was adjusting the splint of his broken arm. And re-installed a spare Hidden Blade for the arm of the wrist.

"Long inheritance from the five, separate parties, old treacherous and cunning, more powerful than the six giants of the stars, and they are all expected to choose the king's kilometer..." Putila muttered:

"Find out the conspirator who murdered Moral and tried to assassinate you?"

"Good question," Thales gave a friendly and sincere smile, "So I need your help, my loyal subordinates."

Putila sighed helplessly: "You are really a prince who is sympathetic to your subordinates."

Thyls used a brilliant expression to cover up his guilty conscience, smiled and said: "Thank you, Lord Putille Nieman."

His attendant, Wya Casso frowned, pressing his left rib wound severely injured by the vampire and said: "According to your statement, if these five grand princes were in the chamber before The performance of King Eun is surprisingly consistent, without flaws... How do we determine who the murderer is?"

"If it is said that the murder of Prince Moral is to weaken the royal family, the Walton family," Putila's eyes were erratic, but Thales knew that this was the expression he was thinking about: "Then by Rumba's hand Murder you, one for the same weakening of the Lombard family, and two for...war?"

Thyls paused in his thoughts.

No wonder... King Nunn wanted to use his own life and death to test the five princes' attitude towards the war between the two countries.

"Faced with the option of war, their performance is still different," Thales thought for a second, recalling the scene just now, and silently said: "The words of five people..."

"What did you see?" Putila's eyes gathered and asked calmly.

"The first is a beard, the emblem is a circle with a right triangle inside. That guy speaks awkwardly," Thales concentrated on searching his memory: "No concealment of his hostility towards me, every sentence They all aim to humiliate me."

The bearded lord Thales who made him kneel begging for mercy was the first to put him on the suspect list

"Grand Duke Rebion Olesiu of Welland, the one of the three southern princes who has the best relationship with King Nunn," Putila replied very quickly: "The Olesiu family is not The Nine Horsemen Clan that followed Necaru. In fact, only six of the Nine Clan’s families are still in the position of the Grand Duke. It was not until two hundred years ago that Walton’s support became the ruler of the Wellland. Our Overwatch City borders."

"He does have a reason to humiliate you," Putila continued: "The land where the central government of the stars is located is the original Chauvin province of the empire. It is the territory that the Olesiu family has been ordered to rule since the ancient empire until His Majesty's army drove them out of their hometown. From this perspective, Olesiu and Canxing are feuds."

"That's really weird," Wiya shook his head: "Is someone really hostile to you because of the family hatred more than 600 years ago?"

"Perhaps it was deliberately pretended to be due to the reputation of the family... but it is hard to say. After all, there are still people who are worried about the ancient empire thousands of years ago." Thales shrugged helplessly, ignoring Pu Tilay's cold expression said, "It's so patriotic."

Wya nodded thoughtfully.

"Next is an uncle with a shining blade embroidered on his body, speaking yin and yang, and doing his best to provoke King Nunn's ill feeling towards me," Thales rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "From sarcasm to sneer , Weird accent, but I always feel that his irony is too strong, and it is not good."

The lid of the pot, Thales said silently: The grand prince who dared to tell everyone that he would not send troops without benefit.

Thyls thought of this and chuckled: "Neither is naturally natural and just right as Duke Cyril Falkenhausen, nor is it as direct and sharp as yours, which makes people helpless."

Putilai didn’t know if he didn’t care, or pretending that he didn’t hear the prince’s positive derogation, he nodded and replied, “That’s Parsius Trudida who rebuilt the tower, and it’s also the third in the south. One of the great princes, he is said to be cautious and wise, but he is often ridiculed as selfish and conservative."

"In that case, he seems to want you to die at the hands of King Nunn more?" Wiya raised his head: "Will it be him?"

"The reconstruction tower is on the northeast side of the stars, and the territory is adjacent to our lonely old tower," Putila exhaled: "Compared with the local conflict, the benefits of the full-scale war between the two countries are actually limited... Of course, the damage may be limited."

"The third person is an old bald, very old," Thales took a deep breath: "This person feels very complicated to me. He speaks no less than the first two, but he rarely expresses exact emotions. , More often it is echoing and agitating."

"Rogers Lecco, the bald head, guarding the city, marked by chains," Putila lighted his pipe and his eyes flashed: "He is one of the two northern princes of Exeter. , The number of times I participated in the affairs of Exeter’s central government is not so many. This time I was invited to come, which is really suspicious."

"It sounds like a neutral party who doesn't care about it." Wiya wiped his sword.

"If I were the man behind all this," Thales opened his hands and said noncommittal: "I would be happy to be more neutral."

Putila did not reply.

"The fourth grand prince has long hair and a book of classics is painted on his clothes." The second prince reached out and grabbed the armrest and pulled himself out of the chair: "He gave me something similar to the Duke of the North It feels, heroic, majestic, and seems to value...at least on the surface, I value my honor."

The long-haired man who is unwilling to tarnish the honor of the family seems to have no reason... But didn't the Duke of the North also betrayed King Kessel, his own North, and the stars?

"Kulkun Ronnie, the territory is the city of Qiyuan adjacent to the Conmas Alliance, west of Exeter, near the northern end of the Great Desert," the thin star deputy stopped your lord: "He There is cooperation with the West Wilderness of the stars... The orcs and the desolate people in the desert are our common threats. The war between the two countries or weakening the stars will only increase their pressure."

"Don’t forget, the Duke of Arund in the North and the Lombard of the Black Sands have also worked together, and the target is Prince Morar," Thales looked at him sharply: "Even the war between the two countries It will also damage the former’s northern border."

"And the last and youngest one, Conkley Paffert, looked a little childish," he jumped off Exeter's hardwood chair: "Speaking is gentle, hesitant, and seems respectful King Nunn, thinking about things is also based on Exeter’s overall interests... and said two words for me."

The thirty-year-old young man who was choked by King Nunn's strong words.

"Childish? Say this from your mouth..." Putila chuckled and shook his head: "That's the bloodshoe's Conkley Perfeet, Grand Duke Fengzhao City, the territory is close to Long Xiao In the city, the Peffert family is also one of the most trusted generational supporters of the Walton family. Young people are often passionate and impulsive, and have a natural resistance to conspiracy."

"That's not necessarily. There is a young duke in our country." Thales recalled the Duke of Iris, recalled the accident along the way, and sighed: "I believe you have also experienced his organization. It's not worse than any old man."

"I heard you say that, no matter which Grand Duke is suspicious," Huaiya frowned. "Still still not sure who it is?"

Thyls and Putila both fell silent.

"The Weiland collar and the reconstruction tower, like the black sand collar, are adjacent to the stars. The relationship between the two countries has the greatest impact on them," Putila whispered: "The city of Qiyuan is in the west, and the guard city is in the north. Fengzhao City is close to Longxiao City in the center...In short, if you just analyze the pros and cons to see who can ultimately benefit, the suspicions of the princes are in this order."

"Oh, but the suspicion is a suspicion and cannot be confirmed," Thales scratched his hair and said sullenly: "We urgently need a security officer who can solve the case."

In the armor area of ​​Longxiao City, the Cohen Security Officer, who was fighting fiercely with his opponent, sneezed firmly and was cut off by an inch of his hair with a sword.

"If we fail to help King Nunn find the murderer of his son," Wiya turned the sword from his knee and asked worriedly, "Are the consequences serious?"

The majestic expression of the born king and Nicolai's cold look appeared in Thales’ mind, and he rolled his eyes: “It’s better not to imagine that possibility... a man who is determined to do it for himself The father of his son's revenge..."

"Not only a son," Putila added, "Moral is also the heir of Walton and Dragon City. This hatred is far beyond our imagination. In addition, King Nunn must be doing his best. , Clearing out dangerous opponents for the family..."

"After all, as far as his age is concerned, Walton has not been in possession of the crown for a long time, and the Walton family may be inherited by an offshoot that he has no way of measuring, even..." Puti Lai said flatly:

"At the order of the new king, Longxiao City, which lost its direct heir, was sealed to another family. It is possible that Walton would decline from then on."

Thyls sighed.

Of course, I also threatened Nicolae with this.

Tyles sat on the ground, annoyed, and leaned his head on the edge of the chair, rubbing his face helplessly.

"Speaking of this," Thales opened his eyes, recalling what happened in the library. The figure of the scruffy little girl with glasses and the savage girl appeared in front of him: "I am in the Palace of Valor Have you ever heard of the granddaughter of King Nunn?"

"Alex Walton?" Listening to Thales' narration, Putila frowned: "I have heard that Prince Sussel, who died young twelve years ago, is Nunn Wang’s eldest son, he left a posthumous daughter. But perhaps because of her father’s experience, King Nunn kept his granddaughter very tightly protected."

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I am afraid that many people would not even know her name."

"Can't she inherit the Walton family?" Thales exhaled, thinking of the gorgeously dressed little princess: "Just because she is a woman?"

Putila shook his head.

"In the **** idea of ​​the Northlanders, a woman is nothing more than an accessory and property, only the value of being a mother to give birth to a child."

The three of them turned their heads together, and saw that Edda was sitting on the bed that should belong to Thales without any hesitation, wiping his exquisite scimitar, with a rare voice: "From hundreds of years ago to Now, it has never changed."

"In the fight around Walton, she is not important," Putila shook his head: "Let's think about how to deal with the immediate problem..."

"Fortunately," Thales closed his eyes and pursed his lips: "We are not in a hurry..."

At this moment, the door of the room rang suddenly.

Rolfe frowned and opened the door.

I saw the recruit who was rescued by Thales, Willow Ken was standing at the door, scratching his head and smiling.

"Well... the Lord Marquis of Comus, sent someone to pass the message," Willow seemed very happy to have a chance to see His Royal Highness, he smiled and said: "Listening to his subordinates, it seems that It’s quite important..."

Thyls frowned.

"He said, there are two grand princes, tomorrow morning..."

"We are about to leave Longxiao City because of something."

Willow smiled and finished his message.

But in the next second, he was surprised to find that almost everyone in the room, including Thales, changed their faces.

Ming.

Day.

One.

Morning.

Thyls' face was earthy, as if he had received the worst news.

No way?

The princes...Did you come and take a look at yourself and leave immediately?

After Willow left with an inexplicable expression, Rolf, who also frowned, gently closed the door.

"Tomorrow morning?" Huaiya looked sad.

Tyles' breathing accelerated, his eyes blank: "That means..."

"Yes," Putila worriedly pinched his pipe: "Leave us time..."

He didn't speak any more, but everyone silently said the next sentence in their hearts:

Only one night left.

"I'm still saying that," Huaya Casso took the sword into its sheath with a pale face: "If we fail to help King Nunn find the murderer of his son...are the consequences serious?"

Putila shook his head and sighed.

Waiah stopped asking.

"Welcome dinner in the evening, this is the last chance," Thales gritted his teeth: "Find a way to find the guy out of the five!"

Damn it.

Why am I so unlucky.

"Only relying on King Nunn's temptation and observation, I am afraid that no results will be obtained." Putilai's pipe is pinched tighter and tighter: "Your experience this morning illustrates this."

"Then..." Thales groaned.

This time.

"Then force them to say it!" Edda jumped out of bed viciously.

Everyone looked at the elf guard.

"Let Nunn separate the manpower to cooperate with us. We cover our faces at night and secretly tie up those princes!" Edda raised the blade viciously, waved it twice, reflecting cold light:

"Extract confessions one by one!"

"Look at the so-called princes, how long can they stand under the sword?"

Looking at this appearance of Edda, everyone was stunned.

Two seconds later.

Everyone turned their heads as usual without hearing her words.

"Think from another angle," Thales rubbed his hands, frowned and said to Putila: "The person we are looking for, cooperated with Rumba and killed King Nunn's son."

"Hey! Why do you pretend that you can't see me?" Edda gritted her teeth, obviously dissatisfied with the situation where she was ignored: "At least give me a reaction!"

"However, he reached into the Lombard army again, trying to plant your death in the hands of the black sand collar." Putila replied subconsciously.

"Are there any clues in it?" Wiya asked curiously.

The elf guards behind them waved their scimitar twice in the air in vain in protest.

"King Nunn and we know this," Thales shook his head and said, "It seems useless."

"No."

"Maybe we shouldn't be spinning in King Nunn's mind." Putila put down the unlit pipe in his hand, his eyes glowing with confidence.

Ada lowered her head sullenly, sighed, and threw herself back to the bed that belonged to Thales.

Thyls was taken aback.

He looked at Putila and frowned: "You mean..."

"Do you remember when we were in Broken Dragon Fortress, when we were besieged by Lombard's army?" Putila said lightly.

"Of course, impressive," Thales' eyes flashed with countless blood and cold light ~IndoMTL.com~ and the roaring Araka Mu, sighing: "It's a mess."

Ada flicked her machete on the bed boredly.

"Then you should remember what Baron Mu said to you before the charge?" Putila smiled mysteriously: "King Nunn is not our only choice."

Thyls gave a sudden shock.

Before charging...

The figure of Araka swinging a great sword appeared in his mind.

After a few seconds, he nodded his head

"Since I can't retreat," Thales took a deep breath, showing determination and determination: "Why not go forward with all your strength?"

Thyls looked at his deputy, his eyes burning: "He knows?"

Putila raised his mouth and nodded affirmatively: "He knows."

Wiya and Rolf looked at the dumb mystery between them, confused.

"So," Wiya swallowed hard, "What should we do?"

Thyls and Putila looked at each other and laughed.

"Ada is right," Thales looked at the elf on the bed and nodded under Putila's gaze.

"Ah," Edda who was mentioned by name suddenly looked up, obviously at a loss: "What?"

Amid Wiya’s surprise and Putila’s smile, Thales took a deep breath:

"We..."

"Force them to say it!"

Ada's mouth opened wider than ever.

Putilai looked down and put away his pipe: "I'll go to prepare and contact other people...maybe some help from ‘internal response’ is needed."

"Also, Wya, Rolf, you follow me."

Tyles nodded back in his chair, thinking quickly about the feasibility of the plan.

"That..."

He raised his head and looked behind him.

Ada's voice rang weakly:

"You guys, really want to kidnap Grand Duke?"