Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 80: It’s a pity (top)

"What the **** are you talking about!"

Grand Duke Ronnie couldn't help being angry anymore and shouted at Thales.

Thyls eased his breathing and looked at Ronnie calmly.

They didn't like the suggestion that the prince had a full view of everyone's expressions and came to this conclusion.

It's not just Ronnie. Except for Rumba, almost all the princes are extremely dissatisfied that even the slick Trudida exhaled from his nose, expressing disdain.

But Thales had long anticipated their reaction.

Next...

"According to me..."

Grand Duke Olesiu raised his epee again, his eyes burst into flames: "Shall we kill this viper first, and then kill each other?"

"Prince Thales!" Grand Duke Lecco's deep voice was full of sternness at this moment: "I advise you..."

Tyles took a deep breath, and Selma shook her head desperately at him from a distance.

"Two minutes haven't arrived yet," the prince put on the most serious expression he could imagine: "Keep your credit, let me finish. After that, you want to cut me into several pieces, no problem!"

Grand Duke Lecco said nothing, with a look of disgust and anger.

Thyls turned his head immediately.

Rumba is looking at him with a complicated expression.

I have to find what they care about... Thales said to himself.

"If you become their new king," Thales resolutely said to Lombard: "Even if you let them get out of here alive, the princes will not be against you on the bright side, and they will not be able to fabricate reasons to conquer themselves. Because this is a violation of the co-governance oath!"

"In addition to getting rid of their threats to you, you will also gain the status, prestige, and taxes of the king, and continue to practice your ideals in Exeter, without having to face the angry dragon after the death of the prince. City."

Rumba's brows gathered and loosened, and he stopped talking.

"Impossible!" Grand Duke Ronnie interrupted them through gritted teeth: "For the rest of my life, I can't choose a kingslayer as king!"

"This in itself is the biggest trampling and insult to the co-governance oath!"

I knew... Thales said silently in his heart.

Thyls could only close his eyes again and inhale, turning to them.

"This is a necessary compromise!"

The prince said decisively: "Your Excellency Ronnie, I know that your vassal has always been unstable, and Nunn also used this as an opportunity to try to interfere with you. Think about it: If your Qiyuan City loses its lord today ……"

"Think about the current Longxiao City again!"

Ronnie's words suddenly choked.

Thyls looked at the others, his expression anxious and earnest:

"Everyone, please put aside the extra emotions and think carefully: this is already much better than your original ending!"

"If I didn't show up, think about what you will end up with: stepping into the Rumba's "sage monarch" trap under unknown circumstances, falling apart in wars and interests, and weakening in his successive tactics, Unexplainedly, it became the power stepping stone of the Duke of Heisha and sacrificed his own family as a funeral for the co-governance oath."

"Laying the foundation for the new kingdom of Exeter, where there are no princes," Thales panted quickly: "I can't resist waiting for his family and territory to be wiped out."

Olesiu scowled and looked straight at Duke Black Sand.

And Rumba lowered his head when he heard the words, his eyes tightened, and his brows moved, as if a storm was brewing.

"But now you have successfully avoided that ending and learned such important information," the prince said again: "But you are going to die in vain in the Palace of Valor, leaving behind an Exeter who does not know where to go, let Your family and territory are in turmoil?"

"Accept my proposal. At least you can safely return to your territory, return to your family, go back and take a look at your siblings, wives and children, relatives and friends, arrange everything in an orderly manner, and then stand together again against you The new king of China, watch out for new threats in the undercurrent!"

Grand Duke Trudida snapped his fingers inexplicably, his expression subtle.

Thyls is eagerly waiting for the princes' response.

"You mean," Grand Duke Lecco calmed down his emotions and stated the essence of the prince’s suggestion word by word: "You want us to give this kingslayer the power and status of the king of a country, and take the initiative in the struggle. The power and the protection shield are given to this traitor in exchange for our own survivors..."

The bald old man's tone changed, his eyes were like a knife.

"Then wait for him, as the king, to press us to death one by one? Build his own kingdom?" At this moment, the old man is like a volcano before the eruption, disturbing: "You look down on our Northland too much No one, Prince Thales."

"We would rather die here!"

Rumba sneered just right, catching the anger of the princes.

Thyls sighed in pain.

Damn the Northlander.

I have to resolve their worries.

The prince closed his eyes, pulled his head horizontally to the left to the fullest arc, and then threw it back fiercely:

"No!"

"Even if he becomes a king, he will not succeed," Thales squeezed his eyes with a headache: "At least, at this moment, you already know Rumba's plot, know his ambition, understand his threat, and be vigilant. For his existence, even as his vassal, you can use the corresponding countermeasures against him..."

Tyles desperately recalled the status quo of Exeter that Gilbert, Putila, and Slicker had told him, trying to put together a strong argument: "For example..."

The prince’s words were stuck in the middle of the way, and he didn't know what reason to persuade them for a while.

"For example..."

However, when Thales was embarrassed, a childish female voice intervened in the conversation.

"You are not the Duke of the Star Kingdom... The power and status of the Grand Duke of Exeter is much greater than that of the Guardian Duke..."

Thyls was stunned.

With suspicion and surprise, the princes' eyes all turned to one side.

I saw the young Selma trembling in her voice, with undiminished timidity, rubbing the ring of triumph on her hand, stammering:

"Even if the king has a higher status than you, even if you have to pay taxes to him, but just like before..."

"You..." Selma choked, but then she swallowed her throat, squeezed her small fist, her face flushed hard:

"Article 7 of the co-governance oath stipulates:'I follow the king's order, my land follows me' As long as you have a valid reason, you can still refuse the king's order and refuse to enforce his ordinances on your own land... …"

The princes were all startled.

"There is also the fourteenth article:'Under the righteousness, no resistance to war', its negative meaning is that in the face of a war that violates principles and righteousness, as long as you give reasons to persuade your vassals and leaders, You have the right to reject the king’s levy order. Even if you must send troops, you will decide how many people to send..."

Rumba's face became ugly.

Selma continued to timidly said: "Also, there are precedents that are not written on the vows, but there are recorded precedents: If the king wants to send officials to coordinate your internal affairs or conflicts between lords, there must be considerable Aristocratic status..."

"You may have to pay taxes to him, but the proportion of the payment is generally determined by your own collar meeting, which is determined according to the annual harvest and income. This is the practice after the'Tan Civil War'. The first Olesiu It was first proposed by the Grand Duke."

Grand Duke Olesiu's face suddenly became very exciting.

"So, you don't have to be afraid of the king," Selma took a deep breath: "In Exter, the king and the prince are the masters of the land. This is the power of the princes under the co-governance oath."

Rumba closed his eyes tightly: So, this is why the co-governance vow must be destroyed...

With such restrictions...

Exter will always only be a dragon with ten heads.

Selma continued: "In the past ninety years, under the high pressure of Longxiao City, many princes dare not openly raise them due to various pressures."

"But Heisha collar is not Longxiao City. He has neither pinched your business routes, nor controlled your grain storage and output, nor is your blood marriage interfering in your internal problems."

Selma let out a sigh of relief, her face flushed, she suddenly realized that the princes were looking at her after she said this.

The girl quickly bowed her head nervously.

Including Rumba, the princes looked at her in surprise, as if they had met this girl for the first time.

That girl...

What is it...

Tyls let out a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at Selma.

"Yes!"

Tyles firmly squeezed his fists and shook his chest firmly: "It's like you used the honor of the Grand Duke to counter the high pressure of King Nunn: what can he do if he is a king? You surrender? Could a frontier black sand leader be worse than the mighty Dragon City?"

Thyls added the last sentence emotionally: "As a Northlander, are you scared? Still unwilling to hold the throne together?"

Ronnie raised his head abruptly, gritted his teeth unhappily: "One more insult to the North..."

Olesiu answered coldly: "I'll cut off your tongue."

Thyls is an exciting spirit.

"Okay," Thales swallowed his throat, nodded, and did not answer sensibly: "I know you are not afraid of death...but it is better than you die here unexplainedly, making Exter fall into Chaos, let your territory fall into confusion, isn't it 10,000 times more?"

"It takes more courage and responsibility to live with hope than to die with despair."

Lecko did not speak any more, but fell into thought.

Tyles' chest rises and falls, a sigh of relief.

This time, it was Rumba's turn to clenched his fists and asked him with hatred.

"In that case," the Grand Duke Heisha's face was cold: "Why should I let them go and sit on the dangerous and unstable throne and become a nameless king?"

"Leave the scourge, let these mortal enemies who conceal the evil heart use various means to fight against me in private, will one day cause a catastrophe?"

The color of the rumba is stunned: "I am in love here, so I will take their heads, and I don't want to play cat and mouse tricks with them."

As soon as this statement came out, the three confronting people suddenly looked grim, and immediately showed signs of reopening the fight.

Thyls raised his hands in pain and scratched his hair hard.

Ah!

These bastards!

"Rumba!"

Thyls took a sharp breath: "If you don't do this, you are ready to say goodbye to your future!"

"Six princes died in the Palace of Valor in one day, and you, who came out with the army, tried to explain to Prime Minister Lisban’s army and the angry Longxiao City: This was all done by the stars. I just passed by?"

Rumba snorted coldly.

His hand on the hilt became tighter and tighter.

This kid...

This...

Damn it.

"As for the threats from the princes to you, aren't you Chaman Rumba?" Thales suppressed the inexplicable anger, and said solemnly: "Fuxing Palace, Broken Dragon Fortress, Shield District, and now! We are fighting each other So many times, you, who will never give in, can earn hope in the Jedi every time..."

"Don't you dare to risk another bet, for your ambition and ideals, for your Exeter, sit on the dangerous and unstable throne, and continue your dangerous game on the second battlefield?"

"Do you die here hopelessly, or go to danger with a ray of life... Do you still need me to tell you how to choose?"

Rumba's breathing gradually became confused.

Thyls remembered Rumba’s past and subconsciously added:

"Believe me, after killing several princes in a row, your ambition has ended. Your half-life preparations and hard work have been ruined, and the tragedy of your family will continue!"

"Think about your family, think about your subordinates...are you willing?"

Rumba froze in place, staring blankly at the saber in his hand, speechless for a long time.

Harold...

"Boy," Grand Duke Olesiu said with a heavy face, "Which side are you on for a while?"

Thyls had to turn to the four princes again.

He just felt like a firefighter, running back and forth, exhausted.

"No matter which side I am on..." Thales sighed, exhausted physically and mentally:

"But all of you, surely no one wants a precarious, faltering Exter who knows where the future is in the chaos, whether facing it alone or leaving it behind, right?"

The princes still looked unhesitating, but Thales keenly noticed: Lecco had put away his anger, put down his hands thoughtfully, and Trudida pursed his mouth.

You have to work harder.

Thyls frowned, his heart moved.

"You may not understand, but I dare to guarantee..."

"Kaiser...my father, Your Majesty Kaiser must be very, very happy to comment on such a scene," Thales sketched out the cold image of the iron-fisted king from his heart, trying to find the most in line with the thinking of the princes Angle:

"As for whether he will take advantage of Exter's fall into six places after the stars have recovered...maybe the terrible civil strife after the death of the seven archduke, sending troops northward, with Exter's blood, Integrate domestic nobles..."

"That's not what I can imagine," Thales narrowed his eyes. "Especially, the seven also include the three grand princes near the stars in the south."

Olesiu's face changed.

Grand Duke Lecco sighed and closed his eyes.

"He made sense," Grand Duke Trudida, who was silent for a few minutes, said abruptly: "It's not worth it to die here, it's all unfavorable consequences."

Olesiu gave him a stern look: "Persius!"

Thyls' eyes lit up, as if he had found a breakthrough.

"Look, this is where our consensus lies." The prince slammed his fist in his palm, and swept everyone with a sharp look: "The situation is progressing so fast that you are unprepared and have no choice. , Can only hurriedly draw their swords to each other, fight to death..."

"But in fact, none of you want such a costly result!"

Tyles turned around and said sincerely: "So, both of you need a step of relaxation, a choice that can take a step back."

"Use the throne for safety," Grand Duke Ronnie calmed down and shook his head: "This is not a choice at all. We can't solve anything."

Thyls nodded, feeling bitter.

"This may not be the solution to the problem."

"But please remember: this round, no one of you surrendered, no one surrendered, no one abandoned principles and beliefs," Thales stared at the princes who were gradually quieting, and said solemnly:

"You only temporarily covered the halfway game, temporarily withdrew the matching blades, geared up, and saved the victory or defeat until the next match."

Grand Duke Olesiu twisted his face and let out an uncomfortable growl from his throat.

He thought of his Weiland collar, and of the family motto and stories passed down from generation to generation...

This guy with the surname Canxing...

Can stars!

Thyls turned to Rumba who was hesitant.

"This is my proposal."

"You, Rumba, you will become a king, get rid of the guilt of slaying the king and the threat of the prince, and gain a new position of power. Although the road will be difficult in the future, you will still be able to restart your ideals without being trapped in the perilous Longxiao City."

Rumba didn't speak.

So Thales looked at the princes again:

"You, princes, survive the mortal situation, and at the same time know where the real threat is, re-allocate, return to the territory to protect your family, maintain the integrity of the co-governance vows, and prevent Exter from being shaken by storms Fate."

Thyls panted, praying for the princes' reaction in his heart.

Grand Duke Lecco slowly opened his eyes and looked at Trudida, who showed an ugly smile.

Olesiu stared at the Rumba in front of him, and a few words popped from his teeth: "Just choose the king like this..."

"This is not a trifle, it is politics."

Unexpectedly, it was Trudida who interrupted him.

I saw this sly man squinting his eyes: "It is a necessary compromise, an exchange of benefits."

Thyls seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He nodded gratefully: "That's right, this is another way of fighting."

"While knowing that there is a better choice, but still blindly suicide and charge, sacrificing soldiers is the trip of a fool."

Ronnie turned to their "traitor" Trudida, his face was ugly: "So you are on his side?"

"If we were all slaughtered by the black sand collar here, then there would be no need to stand on any side," Trudida said gloomily. "The same is true for Chaman. He slaughtered us and then was slaughtered by Lisban. "

Grand Duke Ronnie gave a low growl, seeming quite uncomfortable~ IndoMTL.com~ against our will, bend over to a king-slayer and choose him as the king," the long-haired prince gritted his teeth. His face was sullen: "Having covered the ugly act of killing the king for him, can you imagine something worse than this, trampling on the co-rule vow? "

The princes' faces darkened, looking at each other.

The atmosphere is very solemn.

Thyls can only bite the bullet and speak again.

"When you took the oath before, didn’t you plan to do the same?"

Thyls held his breath, only feeling sweaty palms: "At that time, facing the threat of stars, you made painful but necessary decisions, I can understand..."

"Now facing the threat of Rumba, you also have to make painful but necessary decisions..."

"This is the responsibility and responsibility of the lord of a place." Thales only felt that he was tired and paralyzed, and his brain was completely insufficient: "It is what you have to carry in this position."

Tyles shook his head helplessly, and said something ironic to himself: "For Exeter."

Hearing these words, Rumba exhaled, looked away, and showed a silent sarcasm.

Thyls finished speaking the last sentence, only to feel sweaty and almost collapsed.

He did his best.

If this doesn't work...

Then next...

"It's been far more than two minutes."

Grand Duke Lecco, who hadn't moved for a long time, opened his tired eyes, as if experiencing a fierce duel: "Prince Thales."

Olesiu and Ronnie raised their swords subconsciously and looked at Rumba who was also alert.

"Sorry," Thales swallows painfully, his mouth is dry:

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