Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 76: Who is coming (part one)

"Charman Rumba?"

On the corridor outside the Feast Hall of the Palace of Valor, Grand Duke Olesiu chewed on the name delicately, but he turned his gaze to look at the little Thales with a very disgusting expression on his face.

"Exter's next co-elevating king?"

The Grand Duke sneered.

"I have heard about it, kid," the bearded man said coldly, "They said you are a genius with early wisdom...very well, you are indeed a little smarter than ordinary children, but this is the most exciting What I hate..."

Thyls looked startled.

It seems that the initial impression is very bad.

"Use sensational gimmicks to bluff people, don't you? Fight the king, Rumba, what else?" Olesiu's eyes were cold and his tone was vicious: "A kid like you who has been good at these since childhood, when he grows up It must be a poisonous snake full of conspiracies."

"Maybe I should grab the sword today and stab it in your chest." Olesiu sipped fiercely: "For the stars, we have enough trouble, and you don't need to add another one. Fire... the imp of the empire."

Oops.

Tyles felt tight and found that there was a tendency to collapse.

"Then why did you come to Longxiao City?" Thales quickly organized his own language so that the conversation could continue without interrupting the other party’s dislike of him: "If you really feel like you Say, my arrival is a trouble, so why do you come over and cause this trouble?"

He was calm on the outside, but inside he looked up nervously at the ruler of the Welan collar in front of him.

Will it succeed?

"Causing trouble? You may be a trouble, but it's far from daunting, kid," Olesiu sneered, "Let me take a look at the game between the stars and the dragon twelve years later. What can we get from a prince and see if our king is dim-eyed."

"What about your conclusion?" Thales said with a smile: "Did your king disappoint you?"

Olesiu raised an ugly smile, but under his beard it looked a little bit fierce.

"You should be fortunate... he still has his sanity, and he has not been dazzled by anger, so you are safe," the Grand Duke looked at the little devil in front of him: "I have a chance to speak out here."

"Safe?" Thales turned his gaze to Olesiu's heavy saber, and smiled mockingly: "I think the sword on your waist may have different opinions... it's almost I got the honor of "Prince Buster"."

Grand Duke Olesiu tilted his head and gave a chuckle.

"Don't pretend, kid, I know you actually know it well," he turned his head, his eyes filled with stern expression: "Forcing you to commit suicide... it's just a farce."

Tyles felt tight.

He...

"Don't look at your Majesty's appearance today, he will not go to war easily," Olesiu's eyes were sharp: "You have your father's vow to protect, and the princes will not support him in a full-scale war."

"As for his attitude towards you, huh, most of it pretended to be shown to us." The Grand Duke Weiland sneered, shook his head and said, "It's an old trick to test loyalty or something."

"As for you and him..." Olesiu looked at Thales with a subtle expression, raised his eyebrows and showed a strange smile:

"It's actually acting on the same stage."

At this moment, Thales finally changed color.

He knows?

He saw it?

Thyls was stunned firmly.

"He insisted on killing you, and then see our reaction, right?" Grand Duke Olesiu said with disdain: "When his family is about to die, he is deliberate."

Starting from entering the Dragon City, King Nunn’s strong aura, the princes chattering endlessly, Nicolai and Shreis sang red and white, and Putila tried his best to make him relaxed The attitude more or less bewildered the prince of the stars.

The ever-increasing and reverberating memories of the traverser in his mind also made Thales feel complacent. He always felt that even in this dangerous world of cannibalism, he should be a smarter one.

So much so that he had the illusion: Exter’s five grand princes, like flat paper figures, can be folded and rubbed with a little force, and they are also like a laboratory mouse with a little stimulation. Will respond appropriately.

But it wasn't until now that the seemingly rude Grand Duke Olesiu unabashedly broke through his self-righteous tricks with King Nunn when he uttered bad words, and Thales suddenly realized that the one standing in front of him, Is a person.

A living person.

Even in an abandoned house, facing a few years old children, he can't clearly grasp their behavior and psychology.

Not to mention...

The person in front of me is a Northland nobleman with a long history, noble status, and respectable Northland. He is a strong man who has been in the position of ruling for many years, and is an Axe whose power is comparable to a king. The Grand Duke has stood for many years in the harsh and cruel cold wind in the north.

How can such a person's wrist and scheming be bad?

Tyles lowered his head, gritted his teeth under Olesiu's slightly mocking gaze.

No.

I haven't lost yet.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them.

"Do you know him well?" This time, the second prince of the stars seemed to lose his former ease, but with a trace of dignity and calmness: "Your Majesty Nunn?"

Olesiu looked at Thales, who quickly recovered from the shock, his eyes flashed.

"Yes, I know him from the first time I was taken by my father to see him in Longxiao City."

"But I better understand the feeling of sitting in this position to master, maintain, and protect a family, a city, a territory, and a group of subjects," the Grand Duke said quietly: "After Walton’s tragedy, for the family’s Continuing the future of Longxiao City, Nunn has a lot of things to clean up, make up, and arrange."

"The war will only make the Black Sand collar cheaper, people like Lombard, the territories, resources, and population of the neighboring stars... the enemy benefits, this is something he never wants to see."

"So, I also don't want to go to war, people who really have the same interests as him," Olesiu grinned and shook his head: "It's actually you, the empire boy."

"Why should he be your enemy?"

"No matter what drama you are playing with him... it's just those."

"You are on the same front, Walton and Can Xing." The Grand Duke snorted from his nose, his expression cold.

Thyls sighed slightly.

Yes, how can someone who was able to sit on the throne of the Duke more than a decade ago and rule to this day be a fool?

Thyls can think of, and these princes can naturally.

At least, they also have think tanks similar to what Cambida did to Duke Black Sand.

Where did he come from his self-confidence? He thought that he was relying on the memory of the so-called traverser that was incomplete for more than two decades, the background of the times was completely inconsistent, the civilized society was very different, and the identities and classes were very different...

Like countless predecessors, relying on superb interpersonal skills, outstanding memories, and ever-present aura and aura, so that these are countless times more fierce and cruel than the previous life. Surviving, among the elites from other worlds who stand out, obediently bow their heads and obey orders, and manipulate them as they please?

He couldn't even face Qued Roda, who manages beggars in an abandoned house, and his deputy Nar Rick, right?

Thyls lowered his head sullenly.

People's will and behavior are always elusive and mysterious.

Thousands of unpredictable hearts make up society.

Society is by no means a precision machine that can operate perfectly after setting parameters.

He must be like a most innocent social science researcher, facing a world completely different from the past, and always maintain the most humble, most humble, and most cautious attitude, instead of immersing himself in the “progress” consciousness in.

After all, he has no system, no chip, no technology tree like Civilization VI that can be gradually climbed with the click of a button.

He didn't wear it in the Shuangwen world either.

Not to mention, there is another author who likes to abuse the owner.

"Your gimmick ends here... Chaman Rumba becomes king?" Olesiu seemed pleased to watch the confident seven-year-old kid in his speechless speech: "Your Majesty Nunn's reason is still , Chaman can’t get profit through war, and he can never become a king."

"And... don't forget the enmity between them."

"Next time, find a better reason, think of a reasonable gimmick and then try to provoke discord."

Olesiu finished speaking, and was about to leave.

Thyls slowly clenched his fists behind him.

Maybe.

I really do.

Not suitable to be a prince, or even a king.

But...

Under Wiya's surprised eyes, Thales laughed softly.

At least, I will be a survivor.

Survive.

The next moment, Thales suddenly raised his head and looked at Grand Duke Olesiu who had not gone far.

"You are wrong!"

Olesiu stopped.

"Because of His Majesty Nunn's sanity..." Thales' voice came from behind him:

"Chaman Rumba is destined to become the next king."

"And myself, I am not as safe as you said. Therefore, we will have this conversation."

"Is it the same old language?" Olesiu sighed: "My dislike of you will only..."

The second prince did not give him a chance to speak.

"The key is not how I speak, but whether this is related to your interests," Thales' eyes reappeared with perseverance and stability: "Connected with the interests of Wellland."

"After listening to me."

"Then make your own choice."

Olesiu frowned.

"The next thing, I will only tell you." Thales looked at Oler's self-cultivation. His two sturdy, sharp-eyed, obviously extraordinary followers.

Grand Duke Olesiu narrowed his eyes, seeming to be thinking.

"Why, are you still afraid that a child will assassinate you?" Thales sneered: "Or, do you want to go back soon and have two more drinks with your four good colleagues?"

Looking at the alien king's son who was immature in appearance but mature in words, Grand Duke Olesiu felt a strange sense of absurdity in his heart.

A few seconds later, Grand Duke laughed hehe and let his entourage go far away.

Tyles secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and under his sign, Prince Wiyaa's attendant nodded and left with a solemn expression.

The brazier in the corridor was burning, two figures, one large and one small, quietly facing each other in the dark.

"Let's say, according to your theory, how does Rumba become king?" Olesiu didn't look at Thales, he indifferently reached out to the brazier and roasted his frozen hands.

"I was assassinated in front of Broken Dragon Fortress," Thales looked indifferent and went straight to the subject: "The murderer wants to blame Rumba."

Grand Duke Olesiu pouted and raised his eyebrows: "I heard it."

"It's a pity that he didn't succeed," Olesiu immediately said with disdain: "Whether it is killing you or blaming Rumba."

Thyls ignored Olesiu’s hostility, and continued: "This made Rumba realize that an enemy had reached out to him in secret, and his situation in the country was not good."

"Rumba is a strong man, which is nothing to him." Grand Duke Olesiu was expressionless.

"For this reason, Rumba proposed to form an alliance with me to fight our enemies together." Thales still didn't care about the other party. He was like a robot in a previous life, without any emotions, and expressed the truth in any color. But the facts:

"He provided all the resources I needed in Longxiao City in exchange for the help of a future king of the stars."

At this moment, Olesiu curled his mouth and smiled gaffefully.

"A seven-year-old kid who hasn't put on the crown yet promises that Rumba will form an alliance with you when he is stupid. It is just because he has no hope of attacking the stars, so he temporarily changes his position." The grand prince changed his hand to the back of his hand: "And that won't make him a king."

"Of course." Thales said coldly.

"That's all?" Olesiu snorted softly: "How do you help him become a king? Send a notice to support him?"

At this moment, Thales' expression changed: "But this is not Rumba's plan!"

In the flat tone of ten seconds, he raised the volume in a moment:

"I am not the one who can help him become a king."

Olesiu's eyes moved, and he turned his gaze back from the brazier to Thales.

"Of course he knows that I am not so valuable! I am useless except for branding the logo called'Stars'!" Thales sighed: "But believe me...I'm in his barracks I met him once, he is not a fool."

"Hmph, I know him better than you." Olesiu squeezed his fists on the brazier, his tone indifferent: "Twelve years ago, he crucified his brother to death in a duel field. When I was on the ground, I was there to witness with my own eyes."

Tyles took a deep breath and nodded: "He just pretended to form an alliance with me. In fact, I guess he has other plans."

"And he is about to implement it."

Olesiu tightened his thoughts between his brows, and looked at Thales in front of him.

"Go ahead, kid," Olesiu also sighed and said impatiently: "Very well, you succeeded in getting my attention."

Thyls was taken aback.

This line...Where seems to have heard it?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Tyles took a deep breath.

"Nun," he heard himself use the calmest and most heart-warming tone, and slowly said: "Chaman Rumba, we want to cooperate with King Nun."

"Allied with Walton, with the Dragonlance family, and Dragon City."

A few seconds passed.

"Hahahahaha!" Olesiu burst into a loud laughter.

He turned his head with a careless expression on his face.

Thyls just stared at him quietly.

Olesiu put down his fire-bearing hands, clasped his hands together, his eyes cold: "This is your guess? I thought you were just good at using gimmicks, but I didn’t expect you to be good at making gimmicks!"

"I saw with my own eyes that Rumba is trying to contact Dragon City!" Thales replied coldly.

"Impossible!" Olesiu put away his smile and said categorically: "Rumba is suspected of murdering Prince Morar. It is a blood feud. His Majesty Nunn will not cooperate with him."

"Why should we avenge the blood relatives?"

Tyles quickly caught up with his words, retorting with cold eyes: "To stretch out for justice? No."

"It is for our family to no longer suffer similar violations, to give the enemy the most severe warning, for the ultimate continuation and prosperity of the family."

Olesiu frowned.

"For this goal, everything can be abandoned." Thales nodded slowly: "Including hatred and honor."

"King Nunn did not lose his mind...this is what you said." Looking at the grand prince's deeply suspicious expression, the second prince said calmly: "Walton has lost the last direct heir, but it hasn't perished yet. , King Nunn will not let it die."

"It was Rumba's first move. He set the target on Longxiao City. He also killed the opponent's only heir. Trust has disappeared." Olesiu was still shaking his head, "It is impossible to find allies. It is His Majesty Nunn that Rumba will not go to trouble by himself."

"You just said that you know Rumba better than I do. You know if he has the courage to take risks and reconcile with the enemy for profit," Thales calmly countered the Grand Duke’s words: "Don’t forget, years ago, The Duke of the North of the stars, Val Allende wears a hood and has reached an agreement with Lombard... and Allende and Lombard are feuds."

Grand Duke Olesiu took a deep breath.

"Also, you see that we are acting~IndoMTL.com~ don't you?" Thales saw the wavering in the opponent's eyes and continued to throw his prepared bait:

"Why do you think Rumba is so solemn to send an army to **** me to Longxiao City! You think that His Majesty Nunn is really out of anger and anger, so that his hand-to-hand guards set off early and tied me 'Did you come to Longxiao City!"

Olesiu was startled slightly.

"It was indeed a scene!" Thales tightened his face, speeding up his speech, making his voice sound more urgent and excited: "For all of you! See your majesty's anger How does it burn."

"So as to confuse you and cover up his deepest purpose."

"It is not to stop the war between the stars and the dragon, to prevent the black sand collar or the princes of the south from gaining benefits in the war."

"It is for the covenant between Longxiao City and the Black Sands."

Grand Duke Olesiu closed his mouth and let out a deep breath, as if thinking.

"In those few days, God knows what Nicolai from Longxiao City and Cambeda from the Black Sand Collar were talking about in the tent!" Thales sighed: "We only saw them in Tensions outside the tent."

"But I can probably guess." Thales heard his tone return to calmness, and saw Olesiu's eyes gradually darken.

"The Walton family is doomed to decline," the second prince sighed slightly: "After the passing of His Majesty Nunn, after the next king election, Walton will even face the disaster of extinction."

"So, he must bet on a powerful grand duke, a future king, even if this person is suspected of murdering his son."

Olesiu turned around and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

Thyls closed his mouth slowly.

He is waiting for Olesiu's response.

This is the battle of the Grand Duke himself.

He can only do this.