Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 8: Murder Madness

　　Mindis Hall.

　　 On the training ground with Xiaoxue floating, a small figure clinging to a heavy thick wooden sword and shield, between the staggered footsteps and the sword and shield block, knocked open the wooden sword of a guard in front of him.

　　Tales panting and propped the wooden sword, straightened up again, and shouted: "Come again!"

　　His object of practice, the leader of the Star Private Soldier in Mindis Hall, Jorah is looking at Thales embarrassedly.

　　"His Royal Highness, how long has he been like this?"

　　 On the side of the training ground, Earl Gilbert Caso asked with a worried look on a Shining Star private soldier beside him.

　　 "The training has been going on for three hours from the morning till now, my lord." The guard said with the same worry: "And last night, the light in the study room of your Royal Highness was on for the whole night... Master Chora even asked us to stay overnight. At the door, no matter what happens inside, you must rush in immediately."

　　 Gilbert sighed.

　　 After the unusual meeting with the envoy yesterday, the second prince returned to Mindis Hall.

　　 Gilbert received his Majesty’s most urgent order: to make the most comprehensive preparations for the prince’s mission to the north.

　　 After all, the sturdy letter crows can go back and forth between Yongxing City and Longxiao City within a few days...They may leave at any time.

　　 Yesterday all day, he and a group of officials and lords and nobles, large and small, were involved in various matters-from the servants of His Royal Highness, travel schedules to the wording of the credential, and even after the Duke of the North was in prison. Waiting for the aftermath of the Northern Territory is busy, and it is only now that I have time to take a look at Min Dis Hall.

　　 But what really worries Gilbert is Thales’ mental state—after all, not every child can face it calmly when his father is used as a bargaining chip to quell the war.

　　 For example, now, His Royal Highness, he is probably in the midst of his seemingly ruthless decision...

　　 Gilbert raised his head, and was surprised to see Thales panting, waved his hand, and dropped the sword in his hand.

　　 "Take a break and go to lunch-I've been practicing for so long, why didn't you remind me." Thales waved his hand, tiredly.

　　Relieved Jora quickly nodded in agreement, and Thales began to untie the shield in his hand.

　　 Gilbert hurried forward.

　　 "His Royal Highness," the former foreign minister said cautiously: "With all due respect, your old wounds have not healed. You really shouldn't be like this...wasting your body."

　　 "Don't worry, Gilbert... Look, my injury is almost healed," Thales skillfully and swiftly took off the shield on his left, moved his left arm, and said with teeth: "In just three days... Maybe I really am some kind of monster."

　　 Gilbert was at a loss for words, he said with a calm face: "His Royal Highness, please don't be so nonsense..."

　　 "It's okay-it's my own body after all, and I have lived in this world for several years..." Thales interrupted him and sneered: "Don't I know yet?"

　　"This strange physique is mostly due to my mother who is more mysterious than the magician?"

　　 Thales smiled, observing Gilbert's expression closely.

　　 He was looking forward to seeing something in the opponent's reaction.

　　 Gilbert frowned deeply.

　　 really.

　　 Your Royal Highness, he has already begun to doubt.

　　 "Your Majesty," Gilbert exhaled and shook his head: "I can't put your beak on your origin, but you have to know that you inherited your Majesty’s Canstar bloodline, which also originated from the ancient empire. In the end, the empire is the most noble bloodline in human history-the imperial bloodline, the Carlosser family... Maybe there are hidden secrets in this ancient and great bloodline..."

　　 Thales sighed secretly: As expected, he is a diplomat, from expression to wording—no water leaks.

　　 had to think of another way to "the little tadpole looking for mother".

　　 "Okay, don't worry about me thinking too much," Thales, who was sweating and panting, sat down, shaking his boots, and pouring the sand out: "It's not a bad thing for the time being anyway."

　　 Besides, how can there be differences between bloodlines and races?

　　 Then the traveler said happily: "As for my mother-I will know one day anyway, and my top priority is the country with the dragon flag floating in the north."

　　 Gilbert stunned, he glanced at Jora who was packing the training equipment in the distance, and looked at Thales embarrassedly: "Your Majesty, I think, what your Majesty said when he sent you out yesterday, By no means literally..."

　　 "I know, the king has his own considerations." Thales shook off his last boot and got up from the ground.

　　 Gilbert looked at him worriedly: "It's... so, you don't have to be so... uh... depressed..."

　　"What?"

　　 Thales frowned.

　　 But he immediately understood something.

　　"How?"

　　 The traverser turned his head and laughed aloud: "Do you think my swordsmanship practice just now...Is it self-defeating or venting my anger?"

　　 Gilbert raised his eyebrows.

　　"My God..."

　　 Thales patted his head and smiled bitterly:

　　"Well, since I'm going to that strange country...how do I prepare myself too, although the seven-year-old body can't do much, but at least I have to master the swordsmanship of the North Army. Learn to ride a horse, and at least know how to keep your life in danger, right?"

　　 "If you are lucky, you will develop the power of ending..."

　　 Gilbert couldn’t help interrupting him: "His Royal Highness, even in the Tower of End, which has a special training tradition, people who have special encounters and who awaken the power of end early will have the youngest record to reach ten. Two years old-generally speaking, the awakening time is sixteen years old...... and seven years old...... uh......"

　　 Thales laughed awkwardly when he heard the words.

　　He scratched his head and whispered in a whisper, "Is it right, I thought it was the same as proficiency."

　　 "But," Gilbert still looked at him suspiciously: "Do you really...know and without any complaint...understand your Majesty's intentions?"

　　 "What are you kidding me, I am also a graduate student with the ability to withstand stress-ahem-the second prince with excellent mental quality..." Thales patted the dust on his body dismissively and walked to the study. , Ready to start lunch and text homework:

　　 "Well, I was actually taken aback when I heard him say to kill me to make up for Exeter."

　　"But I spent the whole night looking through the literature to search for information-there are too few materials in Mindis Hall, and the arrangement is not scientific-somehow I understand some of your majesty's plans."

　　 Gilbert noticed that Thales used either "King" or "Your Majesty" when addressing King Kessel V. He sighed in his heart: Sure enough, His Majesty's recognition of His Majesty... or Is there any grudge?

　　 "Want to hear my opinion—about my trip to Exeter?" Thales squeezed his sore neck and grinned.

　　 Gilbert bowed respectfully: "My dear, listen carefully."

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　　 in the dark.

　　 Morat's unique and hoarse old voice came in a deep voice: "This made him run?"

　　 replied with Raphael with a lively and bright voice: "Our people also find it weird--it seems that the doctor has seen through the trap and returned without hesitation. The assassination team's hands rushed to us. For several days I have been patrolling the eastern border between Exeter and the stars, between the lonely old tower of the Forex family and the reconstructed tower of the Trudida family, but there is no trace of Ramon anymore."

　　 Morat put his chin on his hands and murmured, "Even though the inheritance has been perished for more than six hundred years, the wizard is the wizard—it can’t be overestimated, but he clearly has Come prepared..."

　　The black prophet raised his head slightly: "Our net can't be empty, he must have a helper... Black sword will not be mentioned for now, what about the other two brothers' killers? Reverse scimitar and prison lock sickle? Or close to the extreme. Cenza and Roda?"

　　Raphael shook his head helplessly: "From the beginning to the end, we didn't find any news that the scimitar and the prison lock sickle appeared nearby, and the help of other fraternity officials was not seen at all, but..."

　　Raphael frowned slightly.

　　 Morat's eyes dazzled.

　　Raphael continued: "In the past week, Anton and Roda of the six giants have all returned to Wing Star City--except for the "Iron Skin" Locke who is still in the south, Chencha, Roda, and Lancer , Anton and Morris, five of the Big Six gathered in the capital..."

　　 Morat raised his hand abruptly, stopping Raphael's report.

　　His expression kept changing, and after a few seconds of pause, the black prophet exhaled deeply.

　　"Five people get together?"

　　 "Huh."

　　 Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "I know who Ramon's helper is, not a member of the Brotherhood."

　　Raphael is puzzled.

　　 Morat opened his eyes lightly, his eyes full of sharpness: "It was the'dark room' that revealed the news to us first, but the elite assassination team of the secret department took the air on the border between the two countries-isn't it obvious? ."

　　Raphael suddenly looked up.

　　 Morat was silent for a long time.

　　 "Hehe," the black prophet said with a light smile: "It seems that Ramon is not a mage at all. We, we were put together by the old woman in the north."

　　"But she used fake news to attract our attention. It was not without reason... She helped the Brotherhood, so what does the latter... want to cover up?"

　　"Withdraw half of the manpower from the north, focusing on investigating the movement of the Brotherhood in the past few days... The gathering of the five people is definitely not for no reason..." Morat laughed dumbly: "Dare to talk to Exter 'Darkroom' is doing business, this kid Lanser is indeed my best disciple outside of Norfolk..."

　　 At this moment, there was a sudden violent noise in a cage covered with black cloth beside Raphael.

　　 Raphael opened the cage blankly.

　　 poked out a fist-sized head that resembled a bird and a mouse, covered in bright red mucus, opened his mouth with teeth, handed out a piece of paper, and quickly retracted.

　　 Morat didn't even look at the hideous, strange and weird creature, just stared at Raphael.

　　The latter looked at the little piece of paper, his face getting worse and worse.

　　Raphael put down the paper, his face solemn as never before.

　　 "We received a report that two of the eight powerful warriors of the Blood Bottle Gang, "Phantom Blade" Catherine and "Red Viper" Nekra, appeared one after another in Levol City."

　　"And two days ago, we were in the neighboring city of steel eyeliner..."

　　He solemnly said: "I found the traces of the blood magician."

　　 Morat's pupils shrank suddenly!

　　 "It seems that I caught a big fish..." Morat smiled.

　　 Raphael muttered and said to himself: "But...hidden in the City of Steel...for so many years...are the dwarves of the Palace of Kings not aware of it?"

　　 Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "Because of the goddess of the setting sun, the relationship between the Hall of Kings and the Empress of Heilan has been getting worse and worse for three hundred years, and the Cannon of Burning Wind has strangely fallen into a cooling state— —They don’t even have a useful legendary anti-devil weapon~IndoMTL.com~ Even if they know it, they can only pretend to be deaf."

　　 Raphael frowned and snorted.

　　 "Are you sure it is the blood magician, what's the specific return?" The black prophet squeezed the crutch in his hand and solemnly said.

　　 But he immediately noticed that Raphael just looked sad and sighed.

　　 The young man in white lowered his gaze and spread out the piece of paper.

　　 "No return."

　　 he said solemnly.

　　 Morat raised his head abruptly, his sharp, unstoppable gaze pierced towards Raphael.

　　 is waiting for his explanation.

　　The young white-clothed man exhaled and said quietly:

　　 "The reason why we discovered the blood magician..."

　　"Because of..."

　　"We went from the city of steel to the city of Levol, the eyeliner of the whole road...... thirty-four people......"

　　 "All died."

　　Raphael said silently.

　　"And..."

　　 "The flesh and blood are scattered, there is no corpse."

　　"In accordance with our record... the style of the blood magician..."

　　 He didn't say any more.

　　 a long while.

　　 Morat sighed deeply.

　　"It is demonstrating to Mikko: Outside the capital, it can find each of us at any time."

　　 "Sure enough, it's the damn..."

　　He is hoarse and authentic:

　　 "Murder madman."

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