Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 74: Red Witch

If Thales made a list of "most trusted people" in the Palace of Stars, then Yordel, who has never shown his true colors, is almost undoubtedly the first-escape from Red Square Street In distress at the vine grass manor, and then to the assassination in front of the Fuxing Palace, the mask guards rescued Thales many times and almost lost his life for him most recently.

Not only that, but the mask guard is the only person in the court of stars who knows his "disaster" status and still keeps his secret. Thales cherishes this.

But until now, when he heard the name of Yodel in the kingdom of dragons, Thales realized that he knew very little about this mysterious royal secret guard, regardless of appearance, age, birth, character, experience , Can be said to be ignorant.

He had to admit with shame that Yordel was more like a familiar stranger to him, paying a lot for him, but he never cared about the other party's situation.

No, there are still—Thyls thought to himself: Gilbert had told him that the "five generals" between Yordle and Exter were deeply hostile.

That's why he couldn't come to Exeter.

And now...

A roar of laughter came from the other side of the hall, and it seemed that a dozen or so Northland nobles were playing some game.

Tyles turned his attention back to the kind old woman before him.

This Exeter’s old woman claims to be Yordel’s...

"This lady, you, Yordle's," Thales looked at the old woman named Kashan, tried to find the similarities between the two other than "mystery", and hesitated: "Mother ?"

"Please don't doubt, when I am my age, I won't make fun of my son." Kashan smiled and shook his head.

Thyls nodded awkwardly and turned his plea for help to Putila.

What is going on here?

Who is this old lady?

But Putila still stared at the old woman warily, facing Thales' glance, he shook his head slightly.

"It's been a long time since I saw him, and I miss him especially," Kashan didn't seem to care about the eye contact between Thales and Putila, her eyes showed nostalgia and love, and she spoke to herself:" That kid has spoken very little since he was a child...stubborn temper and clumsy expressiveness. Being alone is really worrying."

"During his days of serving the royal family, he must have brought you a lot of trouble."

Thyls was taken aback.

Less words.

Stubborn temper.

Bad expression.

The silent figure guarded by the mask appeared before his eyes.

Followed, there was also what Yodel said when he confronted himself in Mindith Hall and appeared mysteriously in the Hall of Stars that day.

[You will be better than him. 】

"Please don't worry," Thales pursed his mouth in the memory: "I believe he is fine now..."

Another roaring noise came from the noisy hall—two guests actually started fighting at the wine table.

Thyls suddenly reacted, and he was unconsciously following Kashan's words and continuing to speak.

He closed his mouth quickly and looked at Kashan warily.

But the other person still smiles friendly: "I know that he is doing well, I feel relieved."

"Please bear with him for his shortcomings. After all, as a mother, I still know my children." Kashan nodded comfortably, and then sighed: "Little Yodd, but there is something rare. Kind heart."

Tyles smiled ugly, and there was a scene of Yodel flying a sword in the dark, taking human lives.

A kind heart?

I can't help but wonder: Yordel's mother? Why is it in Exeter?

This old woman...

Wait a moment.

Old woman?

A memory flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Ah!"

Tyles looked at Kashan, a sharp spirit, and exclaimed.

The old woman still smiled at the second prince of the stars, graceful and kind.

Thyls remembered.

On the day he left Wing Star City and set off for Exeter, the king and lords came to see him off.

And the last person to talk to him, the terrible old man in black and on crutches...

[At Exeter, please bring a sentence for my old man and an old woman. 】

[You will know when you see it. 】

"Are you..." Thales' eyes widened.

Kashan still smiles kindly: "Huh?"

"Uh, I'm sorry...but there is a...the elder who seems to have mentioned something about you," Thales realized his gaffe, and said: "You know..."

"Elder?" The old woman Kashan smiled brighter: "Let me guess, is it a sinister old man who likes to hide in the dark and wears black all day? I heard that he recently How many years have you started using crutches?"

Thyls frowned: "Do you know Morat?"

His vigilance rose to the highest in an instant.

The guy who can make the head of the secret department specifically named...except "dangerous", he really can't think of any other adjectives.

Hearing the name of the black prophet, Putila frowned and looked at his prince.

"I can imagine your feelings, Your Majesty," Kashan smiled: "I don't think it is a pleasure to know him, is it?"

Thyls has an answer.

Maybe Morat is reminding and warning himself.

The second prince sighed: "He said, if I meet an old woman in Exeter who voluntarily joins in... I'm sorry, this is... Morat's original words."

"It's okay."

"The old man looked polite, but he never knew what politeness is." Kashan shook his head indifferently, the wrinkles on his face unfolded, "The heartbreaker is best at teasing people, I don't eat His style."

The heartbreaker?

Tyles opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and then tried to close it.

In this sentence...the amount of information contained is quite large.

He turned his head and said awkwardly: "In fact, the Black Prophet... I mean Lord Morat Hansen, ask me to bring you a sentence."

"I asked a prince to bring me a message," Kashan raised her eyebrows, and under her squinted eyelids, a pair of equally smiling eyes appeared: "I really look forward to it, my lord."

Thyls only felt that the peaceful smile of the old woman in front of him put a lot of pressure on him.

Compared with the aggressive, if substantive, oppressive feeling when facing the Black Prophet, this grandmother Kashan used a gentle and friendly attitude to burst out frowning messages, which really embarrassed him. A sense of powerlessness who doesn't know how to resist.

"He said..." Thales smiled dryly:

"Don't cross the line."

The voice fell.

Thyls suddenly noticed that the old woman in front of her showed a strange expression.

Don't cross the line.

Kashan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then bowed her head with a sigh, her expression complicated and difficult to understand.

I saw her whisper quietly: "So what?"

Before Thales, who was full of doubts, could respond, Kashan put away his memory and smiled again.

"You are now in a difficult situation. Your Majesty, struggling to survive between the stars and the dragon, and trying to survive in the whirlpool of the king and the prince," Kashan looked at Thales with a soft gaze: "But please Believe me, compared to Morat... none of these are worth mentioning."

The next moment, in the unidentified expressions of Thales and Putila, the old woman nodded gracefully, then turned and left: "Thank you for your time."

Thyls looked back from the back of the old woman who was slowly leaving.

He couldn't help but notice that on the path the old woman walked, nobles and servants, big and small, all saluted her respectfully and gave way.

Thyls frowned.

He probably guessed the identity of the opponent.

"My God," behind them came Wiya's whispered exclaim: "I just saw the Red Witch?"

Tyles turned his head and looked at his attendant.

"I'm sorry, I thought they were all," Huaiya was surprised: "...you know, it won't easily appear in front of people."

"They?" Thales exhaled, helplessly grabbing a piece of butter bread: "So, I guess it's right?"

"The Kashan mother-in-law, she is..."

"Yes," Putila said solemnly, using the bardic poetry he is good at:

"The stars are shining, and the darkness is dark."

"The dragon volleys, and the shadows under the dragon's wings are endless."

Tyles and Wya look at the deputy bard.

"That lady is a terrifying figure with the same name as the'Black Prophet' of the Kingdom's Secret Division," Putila's eyes were full of fierce expressions, and he only heard him whisper: "The highest person in charge of Exter's Dark Room. ."

"Kashan'Red Witch'."

Tyles, with his head as big as a fight, rolled his eyes.

"Being able to stand in Exeter's court as a woman, and let people call her the evil witch legend-watch out, Your Highness, she is definitely not so simple to come and see the excitement."

"You may not believe it, but after seeing the lady," Thales bit the bread into his mouth in frustration, and looked at the two people in the distance who were beating fiercely with bare hands. Local people, listlessly said: "I miss Morat so much now."

"Also, who is Yordel?" Putila looked at Thales questioningly: "Serving the royal family?"

"This...well, a royal secret." Thales picked up an iron fork and thrust it into the onion before him.

The secret guard of the Supreme King of the Stars is actually the son of the intelligence chief of Exter...Alas, another bottomless gossip.

In this special banquet for the arrival of the star prince and the gathering of the five princes, the star prince, as a nominal welcome, is undoubtedly quite neglected. Fortunately, there is no trouble. When it happened, some noble-looking Northland nobles came up to greet him by chance, and Thales was able to respond gracefully under Putila's suggestion.

As for those who drank too much and stepped forward to provoke them... But Lord Mike can always mobilize manpower at the right time to pull away waves of drunks.

Thyls was able to enjoy his feast-even though seven or eight-year-olds could not eat much.

"How long will it take?" It was a few hours later, looking at Thales in the hall, and asked the Waiya next to him boredly: "I feel like I'm almost becoming a Northlander Up."

Just now, a few drunk feuding nobles triggered a group fight that spread to three battlefields, making the continuously noisy hall more exciting, until the Blade Guard and the court guards all stepped forward to stop-with fist.

"It's been a long time, now it's only eleven o'clock in the evening." Wiya frowned and looked into the distance in disbelief. A customer with a swollen nose was seated on the dining table again, and she continued to drink a glass of wine without cursing. Then he threw the glass to the other person's face.

The prince’s attendant shook his head and said: "I have heard from friends from the Northlanders that Exeter’s feast often lasts until dawn—especially this is the king’s feast, which represents the face of Longxiao City. , Five more grand princes gathered."

Tyles shook his head blankly in his eyes.

The random order in the field began to disintegrate. There were even drunks crooked and swayed. Some nobles walked out of the hall with their maids around them, and strange noises came from outside the hall.

Even around the five grand princes, the subjects and entourage began to leave the original seat and participate in the drunken banquet.

King Nunn and Nikolai have been away for a long time, only Mike is still watching the banquet calmly.

And Putila...Thyls squinted and looked at the thin star man in the field who was hanging on his shoulders with countless people from the North, laughing from time to time, and daring to fight for alcohol. He couldn't help but slander.

Why does this guy blend in so well?

Tyles pressed his face on the table and exhaled in pain: "Please tell me, the banquet in the stars is not so crazy."

"Probably not." Wiya smiled awkwardly.

"Of course not!"

Thyls raised his head and saw Putila holding a barrel of rye wine specially provided by the Palace of Valor, walking with his eyes closed, shaking his mouth, and said: "The banquet of stars is more civilized and more decent. The craziness is covered underneath, such as the rendezvous room specially prepared by the host of the banquet, such as the grass in the garden, such as the quiet and unmanned basement."

"As far as I know, your father, our Majesty Kessel was a good player when he was young."

Tyles gave him a blank look.

But Putila opened his eyes and his expression changed slightly.

Xingchen’s deputy envoy said lightly: "I have received a signal from Shreis."

Thyls was refreshed.

"The king has left the table, and the people around the five princes have also staggered," Putila nodded solemnly:

"I think it's time to talk to them."

When the banquet was almost twelve o'clock in the night, Grand Duke Welland, Rebion Olesiu, accompanied by two entourages, walked out of the hall and stood by a deserted window outside the banquet hall. Looking at the moon outside the window.

Someone seems to be waiting.

Until the sound of two footsteps, one large and one small, came from behind.

Grand Duke Olesiu turned around.

He frowned immediately~IndoMTL.com~You are the one who asked me out to meet? "

The Grand Duke pinched the note that was just passed to him, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief—the Prince of Stars, Thales Star.

With Huaiya’s company, Thales looked at the grand prince’s beard and smiled brightly: "Yes."

Olesiu looked at Thales in front of him, then looked at the note in his hand, the expression on his face gradually changed.

Thyls took a deep breath.

Here it comes.

It’s about to start.

He heard himself speak slowly: "Your Excellency..."

At this moment, Grand Duke Olesiu suddenly snorted and interrupted him.

Talston was taken aback when he was half talking.

"boring."

Olesiu glanced at him disdainfully and shook his head.

Then turned and left.

Tyles' eyes widened.

Am I being so disgusting?

"I tried my best to find this chance to meet in private, Lord." Thales followed, frowning behind him: "At least listen to what I will say!"

"There is nothing to tell a seven-year-old." Olesiu had no intention of turning around.

Thyls gritted his teeth.

No way.

The next moment, the second prince of the stars said loudly to the back of Grand Duke Weiland:

"Rebion Olesiu!"

"Do you know who is about to become the next King Exeter!"

Grand Duke Olesiu's footsteps gave birth.

He turned his head slowly, looking at Thales with a strange expression.

In Olesiu's strange gaze, Thales gasped excitedly:

"Rumba..."

Olesiu's face changed slightly.

Tyles calmed his breath a little, raised his head, and looked at the bearded man firmly:

"Grand Duke of Black Sand, Charman Rumba!"