Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 74: Years caught me

"Theodora'The Bright Star'."

"This is the daughter of the oath-keeper, the noble royal princess," Noble paused and looked at Thales with deep meaning:

"Jianxing Lake Duchess."

The oathkeeper's daughter?

Tyles' breathing was slightly stagnant, looking at the female knight with sharp brows and thin lips.

"She was unmarried all her life and has no reputation in history, but she is the longest-serving secretarial intelligence director-the blood of the elf allows her to live long and healthy-so long that she had to retreat early and set up another director to avoid Caused controversy between the government and the opposition."

Tyl looked curiously at the heroic princess and the Duchess of Star Lake.

His... ancestor.

[Theodora·E·M·Star, 354-? 】

Her temperament makes people have to think of the flower of the fortress, but the latter is far from the silvery and dazzling brilliance of Theodora, which makes people bow their heads.

"But, the year of her death is not written on it." Thales wondered.

Nob smiled:

"Because we-Secret Section doesn't know it."

"It is said that when Princess Theodora really left Secret Branch at the age of one hundred and one, and went away, the reigning'surviving king' Elan III was already her great-grandchild."

In contrast, several of her brothers have much shorter lives.

Nob thought.

Thyls looked down and saw the princess embroidered with gold thread quotations:

[Look, look, look, look at this stupid thing. 】

Thyls petrified in place.

What the hell?

Thyls's face twitched in disbelief when he looked at this beautifully embroidered "Princess Quote" full of dirty words.

This is...

Princess Star?

"Can't you change words? Normal?"

Nob showed an awkward expression and hesitated:

"This, because it is her own will, so that is not, inconvenient."

In case she comes back someday—he bit this sentence in his mouth.

Tyles narrowed his eyes and got it.

He was kind, and stopped looking at Theodora's portrait.

"You have seen that although she is a woman, Theodora has a tough attitude and domineering means during his time in power, which is the best in secret science."

Nob explained:

"Since her, the Kingdom's Secret Department has seen the world widely spread secret agents, and the fierce and radical views will be reported."

"If necessary, she will not hesitate to issue the criticized overseas assassination mission, even if it may cause a war."

Assassination abroad.

Thyls was startled.

He remembered the fate of his eldest son that King Nunn told him that night.

"But it is said that in those years, the darkroom dreamed of being able to reach the needle forest in the south, and Quintana did not dare to cross the end of the sea.

Nob looked at this special star princess, and made no secret of the admiration and longing in his eyes.

Tyles exhaled.

Damn secret branch.

How many pens and inks in this place have not been written in history books?

"Oh, the next three, I'm afraid I have to watch them together."

Nob was leaning on crutches with great interest, seeming to be slowly getting acquainted with this new third leg.

He pointed out another painting to Thales, in the painting was a tall, handsome, and sunny man:

[Noah C.P. Almond, 434-462]

"'Lone Sail', Noah Almond."

"It is reported to be one of the lovers of Queen Elika of the "Northern Conquest"."

The queen's lover...

So.

This is the king's man?

Nob lowered his head and blinked, changing his former solemnity:

"Of course, some people say that the conqueror likes to hunt for beauty, and there is no one in her court who has never slept with the queen-regardless of gender."

Hearing the gossip, Thales looked at the beautiful man Noah's eyes differently.

Looking from a distance, Noah has a good-looking figure and a handsome face. He is indeed outstanding, and it is a temporary choice.

Nob shook his head:

"But unfortunately, as Queen Elika lost power, Gu Fan was guillotined by her deputy and successor."

"Deputy? By own deputy?"

Tyles frowned, thinking of my tavern at Camp Bladeya and its thought-provoking sign.

Nob nodded and sighed:

"Indeed, not every pair of partners are as happy as Leinster and Halva, and they work well together."

He looked at the next painting.

"And this is Gufan's deputy."

There is a faint awe in Nob’s words:

"The Pale Baron, Sancho."

Thyls raised his head and saw a man in the painting with no blood on his face but with deep eyes.

Sancho's face is not bad, his posture is graceful, his fingers are slender, and he looks like a talented man with poetry.

Not the intelligence director of the underground world.

[Sancho D.D.Doyle, 438-489]

Talston was taken aback when seeing the last name:

"Doyle? His last name is Doyle?"

Nob doubted:

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Pale Baron, Doyle.

"It's nothing." Thales shook his head, remembering the previous "wisdom" Karabyyan:

"That is, whenever you put such nouns together..."

Thyls tried to drive out the other caring bodyguard and his equally wonderful father from his mind, and said with emotion:

"It always makes people wonder, ‘History, what have you done to them’."

"Please continue."

Nob is a little inexplicable, but continues:

"Sancho was once the head of the cruel staff under the seat of the Red King John II, the top of the powerful, powerful and bloody."

"Mike was just an intelligence agency before him. In his hands, he has become a terrifying monster that integrates supervision, control, trial, law enforcement, violence, propaganda, censorship, and stability."

Nob hummed and frustrated, as if telling a ghost story.

"As the most powerful intelligence director in history, he spread the anger and tyranny of the Red King to his heart, doing whatever he wanted, and ending the history of countless famous families."

Tyles frowned and looked at the different Doyle again: He is noble and elegant, and in any case he is not like a **** executioner.

Nob’s tone became urgent, as if seeing the blood of those years:

"Until the Pale Baron also died in the hands of his deputy and successor, the'Black Messenger' Mason Zonneveld."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

He died of his deputy again.

He followed Nob’s eyes and saw a third person:

[Mason H.A. Zoneved, 443-506]

He was alone in the darkness, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked mean, but looked mean and unkind, like a beast in a corner choosing people and devouring.

If you only look at the portrait, Gufan Almond is an upright and valiant young man, the pale baron Doyle is a gentle talent who appreciates himself, and the black messenger Zoneved...

Undoubtedly, he is terrible and terrifying in temperament like a villain.

Nob’s voice came:

"The black messenger betrayed his master for glory, but failed to surrender after killing Sancho. Fortunately, he received the first execution order issued by the'Xianjun' Mindis III after his succession: to spend the rest of his life in the prison of bones."

Thyls took a long breath:

"So, from the conquest of the North to the Red King period, the three intelligence chiefs of the secret department in the past were all damaged by internal disasters and could not die well."

Why, is backstab popular in Kingdom Secret Division?

As if feeling the Duke’s emotion, Nob said slowly:

"At that time, the kingdom was in chaos."

Thyls nodded.

"A little gossip," maybe to activate the atmosphere, Nob lowered his voice and smiled slightly:

"It is said that these three directors have slept with Queen Elika, or in other words, have been slept by the Queen."

Be slept by the queen.

Thyls raised his eyebrows and scanned the portraits of Gu Fan, the Pale Baron, and the Black Messenger, and suddenly found that they were heroic, gentle, or gloomy, but they were all mature men with their own characteristics.

Okay.

By virtue of her position... This queen really knows how to enjoy.

"It was really messy," Thales blinked:

"In various senses."

Just now.

"Enough."

They all turned around, and found Raphael standing behind them, looking uncertain.

He stared at Nob gloomily, then looked at the prince reproachfully.

"I said, don't walk around."

The waste bones said coldly:

"Especially with strangers."

Thyls looked at Nob, who bowed his head apologetically.

The Duke of Xinghu twitched his mouth.

"Sorry, I thought..."

Thyls glanced at the room behind Raphael:

"It’s not that fast to wipe your ass."

Raphael and Thales’ eyes met in the air, and they exchanged a wave of swords and shadows.

Nob observes his words, and walks up to salute at the right time:

"Raphael."

Raphael seemed to notice the man with the cane and replied coldly:

"Nobu."

For some reason, Thales felt that their relationship was a bit stiff.

Nob smiled slightly:

"So, I heard that there was a sudden big case involving the nobles of the Western Wilderness?"

Raphael nodded, there is a slight alienation in the sentence:

"Yes."

Nob nodded clearly, he looked at Raphael's red eyes:

"Well, it's not my case, but if you need help..."

Raphael interrupted him without a word:

"If I need help."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to say much, Nob stopped talking to him, but turned to Thales.

"I have not had time to thank you, Your Highness Thales," Nob said respectfully:

"If you admire your face, I want to visit later..."

"His Royal Highness still has important business," Raphael suddenly stood in front of Thales, with a warning:

"And he is private."

Nob stopped indifferently.

"Of course," he looked at Raphael, who couldn't give up, and nodded disappointedly:

"Of course."

Nob paid another salute to Thales, limped and turned away, leaning on an unskilled cane.

The figure is lonely and pitiful.

Thyles couldn't bear it.

"What did Nob do?"

After Nob left, Thales asked suddenly.

Raphael frowned:

"What?"

Tyles follows in the footsteps of the Scavengers:

"What did he do wrong in the Scarlet Years that allowed him to be stationed in Xihuang, just like exile?"

Raphael's face tightened:

"You have to ask himself, or the lord."

"Really? Thales observed Raphael's face and hummed.

"If you want to take a day trip to Secret Section, Your Highness," Raphael said uncomfortably:

"I can fully meet your needs."

"Why, are you jealous of seeing me so popular?" Thales was happy to see Raphael's upset look.

Raphael snorted and moved on.

"Okay, so, guide Raphael, who is this?"

Thyls casually pointed.

Raphael glanced at it:

"Lisandro Esposito, no nickname."

In other words, there are too many nicknames to report.

Thyls leaned close to the portrait, a middle-aged man with a humble smile on his face, and a kind and humble face:

[Lisandedo Esposito, 530-602]

[When you know you are wrong, you do it right. 】

"He was born in the year Xianjun died. As the son of a humble tanner, he changed his destiny through a literacy test, and eventually became the head of intelligence of the'silent' Sumei IV and attended the Imperial Conference."

Raphael moved forward steadily, regardless of Thales being left behind:

"Since his start, the Kingdom’s Secret Section has been a clean sweep of old traditions. It is no longer the king’s personal toy, but a national intelligence agency with well-defined powers and responsibilities, efficient operation, adequate budget, and important status. One step is to take back one by one the disadvantages we faced in the dark room over the past century."

"So there is today's secret department."

Raphael has a respectful tone.

Thyls had to speed up all the way to keep up with Raphael's inconsiderate steps.

"And he is also Lord Morat Hansen's teacher."

Raphael walked out of the corridor and came to a special fan-shaped iron door. With the same imaginary finger, he opened the magic lock in the ripples of the air and turned into a dim inner room.

"You mean the black prophet?"

Tyles quickly followed and walked into this inner room:

"His teacher?"

But as soon as he stepped into the room, Thales suddenly panicked!

The Crime of Hell River was restlessly restless, but it was different from any previous danger. It felt ethereal, but creepy.

"His hiss..." A faint rustling sound rang in my ears, reminiscent of snakes sliding.

Fortunately, this feeling is fleeting, as if nothing.

If it were shorter, Thales would even think it was an illusion.

What's the matter?

Thyls adapted to the dimness of the inner room and followed Raphael's footsteps with fear.

"You know, we don't usually mention this nickname, Your Highness."

The Bone Man's tone became cautious:

"Especially in secret."

"Why?" In the dim light, they walked more than ten meters forward. Thales was still immersed in the fright of the talent, and subconsciously asked:

"Why didn't you mention it?"

The next second, a hoarse voice that had been away for six years rang out from the darkness:

"Just like us, we don't mention the'star under the skirt' in front of you."

"His Royal Highness Thales."

This is...

Hearing this voice, the prince stopped in his life and didn't even have time to understand the ridicule in the other party's words.

The flustered feeling hit again, especially just now.

The sins of Hell River are restless.

Raphael stopped a few steps in front of him and turned around.

Showing the person behind him.

Tyles' eyes widened.

He expected this scene, but...

"Lord Hanson," Thales stared at the thin black shadow before him:

"Long time no see."

In front of him, the current chief of intelligence of King Kessel, the head of secret science who had faded out of sight for many years, the black prophet, Lord Morat Hansen, was sitting in a dark wheelchair facing him.

I saw the old man in front of me panting in pain, while lifting up his dying years, leaving only his skinny and obnoxious face, showing a terrifying smile at Thales.

Thyls looked at Morat in surprise.

How...

He remembers that six years ago, although the Black Prophet was very old, he was very energetic and powerful, and could threaten Gilbert and Gini with a cane.

But now...

Thyls stared blankly at the wheelchair under the opponent's seat.

How could he be so dying?

But Thales quickly noticed something wrong.

"His...His..."

The **** sensory feedback gave him countless hairy rustling noises-from the pitch-black "wheelchair".

The crime of Hell River spread to Thales' eyes, allowing him to see the dim room clearly.

Tyles looked down instinctively: I saw that the black prophet's wheelchair was "wrapped" with countless sticky and moist black veins, like muscle texture, which also wrapped Morat's legs.

From time to time, he squirmed, stretched, and breathed.

That's not a wheelchair.

At that moment, Thales really stood upright.

It was a...living creature.

Like branches, vines, and tentacles.

Its rear part extends to the indoor wall, covering half of the room like vines, all the way to the ceiling.

And Morat, sitting in a "wheelchair", seemed to "grow" out of these vines.

Tyles breathed in a daze, suddenly remembering the once blood magician.

This is...

"Don't be afraid," Morat breathed hard, raising his skinny arm, connected to the endlessly squirming black vines like ten thousand snakes:

"Some necessary methods are like taking medicine to treat a disease."

Raphael stood by, his expression unchanged.

Take medicine for treatment?

Tyles took several seconds to calm down.

"Lord, you, what's wrong with you?"

Morat laughed, and the black veined vines around him shook.

"It's getting old."

"Your Excellency, the Duke of Xinghu," the black prophet's voice was a little vague, but still chilling: "The years have caught me."

"It's like it has caught Master Lisanddo, and also his Majesty Eddie."

"It's like it will catch everyone in the end."

The black prophet's eyes froze, showing longing:

"Of course, except for sprites."

Tyles breathed in a trance. At that moment, he didn't know how to face the monster-like opponent.

"I believe you have seen it, Your Royal Highness, the Kingdom Secret Division has gone through fifty-seven heads," Morat returned to his senses:

"They are all related to the stars, we share honor and disgrace."

"Inseparable."

"We are not your enemy, Thales," Morat looked at the disgusting creature entwining half of his body with emotion, and called out the duke's name:

"In fact, we are struggling like you."

Thyls stared at the black vines, only his brows twitched.

The black prophet raised his hand, not knowing what he had done, and the black veined vines spreading half of his body trembled together, and they pulled away from the back of his "wheelchair" and "released" Morat. .

"His hiss..." The shrinking voice of the vine was trembling.

Only the part that wraps the wheelchair is still moving back and forth, such as maggots surging, pupa twitching~IndoMTL.com~ Watching this scene, Thales felt a little discomfort in his abdomen.

Morat closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes weakly and nodding to Raphael.

"Let's get started."

The Desolate Man bowed his head respectfully, turned to open another door, and disappeared into the darkness behind it.

Seeing Raphael leave, Thales suddenly realized that he and the Black Prophet himself and...the black "things" were left in the room at this time.

The thought made him uneasy.

"Do you mind giving me a push, Your Highness?"

Morat stretched out his skinny hand towards Thales, opened his non-human-shaped mouth, and smiled like a dead man in a coffin:

"Don't worry, don't read your mind this time."

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