Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 77: Children who can’t drink

Heroes Palace, Hall of Heroes.

"Do you know, I have a guess," Thales said blankly: "The Scarlet Year is a catastrophe that almost destroys the stars. The entire kingdom is swayed by civil chaos and contradictions, and it is precarious."

He raised his eyes, his voice trembling slightly:

"Until you go south."

At that moment, Thales caught a strange and suspicious light in the eyes of several princes.

"What do you mean?" Olesiu asked coldly.

Good.

Thyls said to himself silently in his heart.

Benefits and threats-the two weapons that Rumba used to persuade other princes have now gone to one of the two: the princes probably understand that to some extent, Rumba’s threat is higher than the stars.

And now.

Tyles glanced at Selma. The girl held her fist slightly trembling and nodded slowly at him, her eyes pretending to be firm.

Now he has to convince the princes: The benefits that Rumba promised to them are not as delicious as imagined.

Thyls raised his head.

"I have never seen the tragedy of twelve years ago," Thales thought of Gilbert's narration of the Bloody Years, and said sternly: "But I can imagine from what the old people said: The catastrophe of the Canstar royal family brought the disaster to its peak: the nineteen vassals were all in danger, the nobles were rumored, the army had no leader, the king’s national sentiment was indignant, and the city of Eternal Star entered the most urgent state. Perhaps the Star Kingdom was on the verge of extinction."

Speaking of which, Thales sighed.

"Mindise III probably never expected that the chess game he set would usher in such a storm more than a hundred years later."

The princes exchanged a few worried glances, and Rumba clenched his sword.

"But in the autumn and winter twelve years ago, when Exeter's army-for whatever reason-went south, especially when the news of the fall of Broken Dragon Fortress came, the entire star was probably shocked. Now," Thales continued:

"I guess the new war broke the original situation and injected new excitement into the dying stars."

Grand Duke Lecco's cloudy eyes lit up slightly, his expression becoming more serious.

Olesiu and Trudida looked at each other suspiciously.

"Exter, the strongest of the Westland, invaded in an all-round way. This is no better than the rebel civil strife and the assassination of the royal family."

"While trembling in fear, most of the people in the stars had to choose compromises-great vassals, little nobles, officials, merchants, troops, farmers, etc.," according to known intelligence and the princes approved Thales deduced the logic step by step, thinking hard about the next sentence to make it sound more credible and convincing:

"Under the shadow of the dragon, they quickly reached a consensus: to end the current chaos as soon as possible, to welcome the last prince back to the royal capital, to crown him in blood and death, the power that should have been divided into one in the stars , Just to resist the greed of the northern dragon."

Grand Duke Lecco's eyes shrank: "What do you mean?"

Tyles took a deep breath and tried to make himself look more neutral and less concerned about the stars:

"It's ironic, but it's also very possible-it was Exeter's menacing invasion, forcing us to bridge the internal contradictions and conflicts, and save the star kingdom from division and decline."

As soon as this statement came out, all the princes' breathing changed.

Although they have kept their face from being a master for a long time, Thales still felt the strangeness in the air.

"You are older than me, wiser than me, and more experienced in the past, you might as well think again: if you didn’t go south twelve years ago, then you just lost the king and the chaotic star kingdom without a leader, what kind of situation will you usher in? ?" Thales said lightly.

"Just now, Rumba urged you to blame the star and sent troops with him, did he tell you by coincidence: The star is at the most embarrassing and most incompatible stage, and the northern border is isolated and helpless, it is convenient You take it?"

"You sent troops to the stars, can you really get the effect you imagined?"

"It’s different from someone who can’t wait to tell you the answer and directs you to do things," Thales nodded slightly to the princes: "I raised the question, but I stop here. Please think for yourself , Make your own decision."

A strange and complicated look appeared on Rumba's face.

The princes looked at him one after another.

Tyles exhaled in his heart, but there was a lingering haze: Regarding Exeter’s invasion, what he said just now was just a guess, just to make the princes think again about the cost of invading the stars .

But—Thyls has been trying to convince himself that this is just a guess—what if that's true?

If Exeter’s invasion really forced the Stars to stand together again for a while?

He couldn't help but remember the words of the natural king when King Nunn told him about the death of Suril last night:

[Tels, twelve years ago...we sent troops to the stars, not without reason...]

[Is an assassin from your stars...]

When the stars were most precarious, the strange assassination from the stars detonated Exeter's southward invasion.

King Nunn mentioned the assassination...

Prince Suril died in that assassination...

In the negotiation between Nicolai and the Red Witch, the assassination was mentioned...

Even Putilai hinted that he was related to the assassination when he parted with the prince just now...

What was the secret behind that assassination?

Thyls clenched his fist lightly.

Rumba stared at the prince closely.

If his eyes could kill people, then Thales probably has no bones left.

But Thales ignored him.

"So, I, the descendant of the Revival King Tormond, from the Star Kingdom Thales Thranjylana Kessel·Star..." Thales lifted his chest and looked solemnly. , I imagined the scene with the vassals in the Hall of Stars in my mind, and tried my best to show off the aura of a king:

"I'm standing here, with the most humble desire and the most peaceful expectation, I implore you: reconsider the war between our two countries and think about the cost and meaning behind it."

At that moment, the four Grand Duke Lecco, Ronnie, Trudida, and Olesiu looked back at him equally seriously, with a serious expression.

It seems that it is not a weak child, but a ruler who sits on an equal footing with them.

"You can't be sure that it will bring the most desired results--both for you or for us," At that moment, Thales thought of the many people whose destiny had been changed by the war, and said lonely:

"No one can guarantee."

The hall is quiet again.

The brazier went out again.

The princes all cherish words like gold, and each pondered. This time, they didn't even make eye contact.

Rumba didn't speak either.

But the back of his hand holding the saber has pale knuckles and bulging blue veins.

In a few seconds.

"Sure."

Grand Duke Lecco closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Please don't go on, Prince Thales, I think we all understand what you mean."

Thyls felt relieved, and his feet were soft, shaking slightly.

Selma pressed his waist behind his back, so that he wouldn't be embarrassed on the spot.

Tyles turned his head in pain, and gave her a reluctant smile.

"What do you say?" Grand Duke Lecco's voice echoed in the hall.

Appears hollow and tired.

"Obviously, isn't it," Grand Duke Ronnie was the first to raise his head, in a vague but resolute tone: "I'd rather fight a lion against an enemy than a wolf in the same boat."

Rumba's brows frowned and tightened.

These people...

"You know, Charman, although your conditions are very attractive," Trudida shrugged slightly, with a complicated look on his face: "But I don't want one day when my children and grandchildren wake up and find themselves Lying in ruins, so..."

Rumba sneered blankly.

These people...

Grand Duke Olesiu’s expression stiffened for a long time, and after a while, he opened his mouth and uttered a bitter sentence:

"We shouldn't come today, let alone participate in this **** Ecumenical Council."

Rumba lowered his head slowly.

These are these people...

Grand Duke Lecco knocked on the tabletop.

"I understand."

"No matter what we are going to do," the old man's face seemed to be more vicissitudes of life, "the matter of framing the stars and sending troops to the north, let's temporarily slow down - of course, today's things must be handled properly."

"Especially, regarding the death of His Majesty Nunn."

His eyes refocused and turned to Rumba: "If we don't intend to blame the stars, we must have a good reason."

His eyes are cold.

At that moment, even Selma felt the atmosphere in the air freeze.

In the lobby, everyone's position has changed.

The four princes stood together unknowingly, Ronnie and Olesiu took the lead, and Thales stood beside them.

Across from them, Rumba stood alone in front of the brazier.

Fire and shadow divided his face into two segments, one bright and one dark, which was strange and disturbing.

Rumba slowly raised his head.

These people... are the obstacles to Exeter's progress.

He scanned several grand princes one by one, and the latter responded with mixed expressions.

"You have all made a decision, haven't you." Rumba said in his most indifferent tone: "Four old and wise prince Exter, who were turned around by a few words from a star kid, said you with one mouth. Shaken his position."

He snorted and glanced at Thales: "Sad."

Thyls squeezed Selma's hand and silently watched the interaction of the princes.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that the situation was irreversible.

"He can't turn the situation around with just one mouth," Grand Duke Lecco's tone also calmed down:

"No one can."

The bald old man squinted his eyes: "But, isn't it you who helped him convince us with actions and facts, Chaman Rumba?"

Rumba sarcastically said: "So this is your answer?"

"First, for Exter, we decided to cover up the king's death together. A few minutes after we swore as our alliance, you rediscovered your conscience and decided to send me back to the Kingslayer's execution table again? "

"We can still talk about this..." Trudida said gently.

Rumba's blade-like gaze went at him.

The lord of the pot lid choked.

Rumba turned his head again and scanned the lords over and over again.

As if to see through their souls.

These people, is Exter relying on these people to come to the present?

It's ridiculous.

Sad.

Finally, after a while, Rumba dropped his head and let out a chilling laugh.

"Hahahaha..."

Thyls felt uneasy, and he knew that the matter was far from resolved.

"Charman," Olesiu frowned and said only one word: "Don't."

Rumba jerked his head up.

"Do you really know what you are doing?" Faced with the princes, Heisha's tone has never been so terrible: "Your hesitation and retreat are letting a golden opportunity slip through your fingers. Go."

"You have heard what he said, the status quo of the stars," Grand Duke Lecco responded lightly: "Your plan may not be Exeter's best choice."

"Boom!" Rumba's scabbard hit the ground again.

"Do you believe him then?" Rumba said coldly.

"Don't you understand? As long as we work together, power, wealth, status, all problems can be made up for with the benefits from our enemies," His eyes seemed to burn with flames: "For Exter , We must..."

Grand Duke Ronnie suddenly changed his face and said loudly, interrupting Rumba: "Listen well, Kingslayer!"

"I am also the master of this country, and I also own Exeter," the long-haired prince stood in front of all the princes like an iron warrior: "And you have neither the right nor the ability to tell me: What must I do for my country."

"Don't force others to follow your method and be loyal to'your' Exter."

Rumba clenched his fists.

"For ten of us, there are ten Exeters," Duke Heisha gritted his teeth: "This is the problem!"

Grand Duke Ronnie sneered: "So you still admit it--you want to kick the rest of us?"

Rumba looked like ice, almost scratching the hilt of his sword.

Trudida sighed and interjected like a peacemaker: "Charman, you have to understand us: imagine that one day, the son or grandson of the Rumba family lives on the streets, like the most humble... "

"So what?"

Rumba screamed, interrupting him like an angry lion: "Will it be worse than now?"

Trudida was speechless for a while, looking at Rumba's expression increasingly strange.

The other princes frowned and looked at Rumba.

At that moment, the four grand princes had a clear sense: the black sand grand prince may not be their kind, but a completely different existence from them.

Ronnie took the conversation coldly: "For those who benefit from it, of course it is better-but I am not among them."

Silence.

Rumba took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the rising anger.

"hum hum ......" He issued a disturbing laughter from the nose:

"Six hundred years ago."

He scanned everyone coldly, even Selma:

"From the first second of birth, we are like hounds tied to a collar, racking our brains to fight against the vassals, and do everything possible to fight against the king."

"Even if we ourselves become kings, we are just repeating the same fate in this sad shackle."

"For six hundred years, our generations, like headless ants, have been spinning around in place," Rumba twisted his face: "Don't you feel bored?"

"The co-governance oath? In order to break this sad cycle, for the future of this country," the Grand Duke Heisha gritted his teeth, his hands trembled:

"I bet everything."

"In the end, you can still only sit back and watch your selfishness and short-sightedness, ruining Exter's way out."

The princes looked at each other one after another, with an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.

Just now.

"Your Excellency," Thales whispered: "Please don't find reasons for yourself, as if you are noble, selfless and great."

Rumba turned his head abruptly, glaring at the prince like ice.

"If Exter can be saved, why must it be you?" Thales said calmly: "Why can't it be someone else? For example...King Nunn?"

Rumba's breathing stopped.

The other princes also had a slight meal.

"Yes, I just wanted to understand later-you are not the only one who sees the status quo of the stars," the prince sighed, remembering the few minutes before King Nunn died, he mentioned to himself Xianjun Scene: "There is also the Supreme Commander who led the army over the fortress, the natural king, Nunn Walton VII."

"If you really only have the Kingdom of Exeter in your heart and nothing else, why not hand over your authority to King Nunn?"

Tyles looked at Rumba with a distorted face and said, "In the struggle between vassals and kingship, you can accept the king’s officials, accept the king’s orders, accept the king’s penetration of the black sand collar, willingly Become the next Fengzhao City."

"Let the entire Exeter gather more closely under the Dragon Spear in the Clouds of Longxiao City," the prince suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the dragon spear in the Clouds carved on the ceiling: "By the most powerful The born king, come to be the sole ruler of Exeter!"

The hall fell silent again.

Rumba's expression is getting colder and colder.

"But you don't want it, your family doesn't want it," Thales replied softly: "This is the tragedy of today."

"You think that your past, the death of your brother and mother, gave you a reason to hate the co-rule vow-this will make your behavior different, unusually prominent, and special Is it tragic and heroic?"

Rumba took a meal and turned around to him.

The eyes are terrible, and the face is grim.

My past?

How dare he.

How dare you!

For the first time, Thales unreservedly endured the almost suffocating aura of Duke Black Sand.

But he just took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and raised his head.

At that moment, Thales thought of everything in front of Broken Dragon Fortress, and the sacrifice of Araka and the Fury Guard.

He also thought of the tragedy in Longxiao City, the destroyed shield area, the fallen blade guards, and their reckless posture.

"No, Rumba, peel off the shell, in fact, you are no different from others."

"They are all creatures that serve their own interests under the banner of ‘for Exeter’ and are struggling for power."

"I don't even care about the lives around me, and I don't even care about the land I belong to, but talk about the country and the future people," the prince said coldly:

"There is no high qualification."

The prince closed his mouth and finished his words.

At that moment, the eyes of the Grand Duke Black Sand and the Prince of Stars met in the air.

Rumba stood there, the temperature around him seemed to drop sharply.

"You."

Rumba stared at Thales~IndoMTL.com~ slowly speaking, with hatred and cold, biting out the word from his teeth:

"You!"

Selma shrank behind Thales in fear.

But she didn't succeed because Thales stubbornly grabbed her hand, dragged it back to his side, forcing her to look directly into Rumba's eyes.

"I don't call'you'," Thales responded coldly to him without showing any weakness:

"Listen, Charman Rumba."

"My name is Thales Canxing."

Rumba's pupils shrink slightly.

"Is a kid who can't drink," the prince stepped forward, his face firm:

"And your nemesis."

(End of this chapter)