Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 81: It’s a pity (below)

"But you didn't interrupt him, did you," Trudida put away the knife, folded his arms, and sighed: "Look, sometimes although his mouth is hard, his body always reveals his inner thoughts. "

He raised his eyes: "How is it?"

Olesiu frowned, looking back and forth between Lombard and Thales.

Ronnie watched Olesiu's expression.

And Rumba just held the sword blankly, making it hard to guess.

Just as Thales became anxious, Grand Duke Lecco broke his silence again.

"You know," the old man said hoarsely: "The election of the king requires the witness of the priest of the temple..."

Thyls is an agitated spirit, almost instinctively speaking:

"The main priest of Holm is outside the city gate at the moment, waiting for your call within five minutes."

"She is aloof, even Prime Minister Lisbane can't stop her."

The princes frowned.

"You planned it in advance?" Grand Duke Lecco asked in surprise.

Tyles shrugged, sweating.

Silence.

Grand Duke Lecco and Trudida looked at each other.

Two seconds later, the old man closed his eyes and let out a bleak laugh.

Trudida glanced at Thales, also laughing.

Thyles was at a loss.

Ronnie and Olesiu looked at each other, seeming to be shocked by their companions' decision.

Rumba sighed.

"It's impossible!"

Grand Duke Ronnie gritted his teeth and shook his head severely:

"There are only five of us here. The election of kings cannot be held with an uneven number of people. This is out of order."

He looked at Olesiu, as if trying to seek support.

However, the familiar female voice sounded again:

"Actually..."

"The election meeting...can be held when the number of people is not satisfied."

The princes moved, and their attention returned to Selma.

I saw the messy girl cautiously said: "In 346 years of the end calendar, the King of Wrath died in the army of the Nightwing King, and Longxiao City fell to the enemy."

"A group of dragons without a leader, the kingdom of Exter, which has been suffering from war, cannot gather the princes to choose the king..." Selma's words gradually became smooth, and her voice was clear and nice:

"So, the Grand Duke of the Sentinel Watch, Duke of Glacier Sea, and Duke of the Guard City gathered together to cast their votes, and at the same time notify the remaining six territories, and send it by letter crow Their choice."

Selma lowered her head and glanced at Duke Ronnie secretly.

"This is how Lazaroni got four votes, and thus took the throne in the flames of war," the girl said softly, "and he is one of your ancestors, Grand Duke Ronnie."

Ronnie opened his mouth and was speechless.

Listening to Selma's timid explanation, Thales only felt that he had seen the savior.

But some people still disputed.

"It was only a special case, and we didn't have time to wait for the votes of other princes," Grand Duke Olesiu shook his head: "When Lisban takes the city gate, the illusion of peace you created will be broken. Finally It's still a fight to death."

Rumba raised his eyes: "My people are stronger than you think. They can resist long enough, for example, after my army kills you all."

The sights of Olesiu and Rumba met in mid-air, and they saw a spark of hatred and anger.

Thyls raised his hand quickly:

"We don't have to notify other grand princes!"

He said in a hurry:

"Just make sure that you have an overwhelming number of votes and make sure that the choices of other princes will not affect the ending, then the choice of the king can be decided!"

"Overwhelming?" The bearded Olesiu shook his head in disdain, and pointed to Rumba: "Counting him, there are only five of us, even if all five of us choose Rumba as the king, there is still a lack of ……"

Speaking of this, he was suddenly stunned.

The princes including Rumba were also stunned.

The next second, they all turned their heads.

Look at the same person.

"Yes, everyone," Thales only felt the rock in his heart, and his arms trembling: "Ten princes, we need six votes to make a decision without objection when all the other princes are absent. A total of the king’s ownership."

His pupils shrink slightly: "Only six votes."

Under the incredible gaze of all the princes, Thales took a few steps forward and walked to the girl who was overwhelmed by the princes' stare and didn't even know where to put her hands.

"Let me introduce it again," Thales grabbed the girl's hand and solemnly raised the "triumphal" on her finger:

"Selma Alex, Suril Walton."

The princes looked at each other.

"The orthodox bloodline of the Dragonlance family, the next generation of Longxiao City..."

Tyles gritted his teeth, paused for one second, and then slowly opened:

"Grand Duke!"

There was silence longer than ever in the hall.

Selma greeted the stunned and puzzled gazes of the princes dumbfounded.

How...

How could this be...

The girl only feels terrified, she subconsciously turns to the prince beside her:

"But..."

Thyls grabbed her hand violently and blocked Selma's words in her mouth.

The penultimate brazier, slowly extinguished in silence.

"No, no," Olesiu looked at Selma who was about to cry in shock, and shook his head in disbelief: "She is a girl, Exter, no, there has never been such a precedent in the entire Northland. ……"

"Are there few precedents you have broken today?"

Tyles exhaled: "Trying to assassinate the king, cover up the truth, divide the territory, the princes draw their swords in the Hall of Heroes...If these things happen..."

"In contrast, the appearance of a female grandfather is simply too conservative!"

Rumba looked at Selma with a strange expression, as if thinking of something, he showed a bitter smile that he didn't know why.

Grand Duke Lecco looked at Selma hard, but stopped talking.

"A woman," Grand Duke Ronnie narrowed his eyes: "Neither commoners nor nobles in the Kingdom of Exter will recognize a female grandfather..."

Thyls said seriously: "So she needs your support."

"The recognition and affirmation of the five Exeters in the kingdom are needed to secure her position and suppress opposition and dissent!"

"And her status as the Grand Duke will ensure that we..." Thales closed his mouth in time and changed the person: "Ensuring that you choose the king smoothly will solve the current dilemma of the two sides: whether you die in a melee , Or Rumba’s death by the Prime Minister’s sword, we can all avoid it."

"At the same time, make up for the loss of Longxiao City, and fill the vacancy left by King Nunn after his death."

Trudida glanced at Selma with interest. He stroked his beard and made a sound.

"I put the choice and its consequences before you, everyone," Thales wiped the sweat from his head and wiped off a lot of charcoal, but he didn't notice it and said solemnly:" I only implore you: keep your sanity to the maximum."

No one speaks.

Lico seemed to be a few years old, and the wrinkles on his face became more terrifying.

Olesiu pressed his lips.

Ronnie is still staring at Rumba, even if the opponent is not moved at all.

Thyls shook Selma's hand closer and closer: He knew that the princes were struggling and hesitating.

"The death of King Nunn," Olesiu looked at Selma bitterly: "Can she accept it?"

Thyls quickly stabbed Selma.

"Ah, ah!" The girl seemed to wake up from shock.

"I...I can compromise," Selma looked at Thales' encouraging gaze and bit her lip: "But, this is the blood debt of Longxiao City...I will not forget."

Rumba hummed ironically.

Olesiu closed his eyes: "Very well...Nun's death, what reason should I explain to Lisban?"

"Disaster." Trudida interjected.

A rare bleakness appeared in the eyes of the Grand Duke of Reconstruction Tower: "It is said that the king died in the attack of the blood disaster: anyway, they are evil enough, don't care about one more infamy."

Thyls thought of the sealed Giza, silently.

The hall fell silent again.

"Grand Duke, what do you say?" Thales whispered.

"How to say?"

Time seems to have passed a long time.

Everyone did not speak.

But someone moved.

It's Rumba.

Under the eyes of the others, Chaman Rumba raised his sword with a cool look.

Thyls's heart sighed!

But the next second, Rumba's wrist flexed slightly and the sword's edge turned.

He took the blade back into the scabbard.

Heisha raised his eyes and scanned the princes aggressively.

At that moment, Thales held his breath.

He has already given the answer.

Grand Duke Rebion Olesiu sighed deeply. He walked to the square table, buckled the epee on the table, and sat down angrily.

One.

Thyls counted silently.

Tludida sneered, shrugged, and pulled his chair away and sat down.

Two.

"Do you really know what you are doing." Ronnie watched their movements in disbelief.

"No." It was Grand Duke Lecco who answered him.

The old man's voice is tired. He shook his head, put away the knife in his hand, pulled the chair away and sat down: "No one knows."

Three.

Just now.

"Hahahahaha," Rumba let out a bleak laugh.

The princes looked at him dissatisfied.

"I dream of destroying the co-governance vow," the Grand Duke Heisha looked back at the others sadly: "Now, as a king, he must protect himself under this vow as a king."

Thyls sighed.

"And you are struggling to uphold the co-governance vow," Rumba scanned the faces of every grand prince: "Now you have to choose me as the king and trample on this vow."

He spread his hands and sneered: "Isn't this the biggest irony?"

The faces of the princes became ugly.

"Swipe..."

The sound of metal and leather rubbing.

"It's even more ironic that you used the co-governance vow to finally break it." Ronnie put away the blade and said coldly: "We broke the vow to better protect it."

Ronnie clenched his teeth and took a look at Rumba.

"There is no end to this, Rumba."

Rumba looked back at him coldly, without saying a word.

Ronnie walked over to the square table and looked at Thales sharply.

The prince trembled in his heart.

What's wrong?

"Listen, kid!" Ronnie grabbed the back of the chair next to Thales.

"This chair in this order has been the exclusive seat of the Ronnie family for six hundred years," he said coldly: "If you dare to jump on it again..."

Thyls hurriedly pulled Selma and withdrew ten steps back, showing an innocent and flattering smile.

Damn...

No wonder his face was so bad before...

Ronnie sits down hard~IndoMTL.com~Four.

Tyles let out a long sigh of relief, instantly relaxed, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant.

He just felt that his eyes shook, and his feet were empty, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

In Selma's exclamation, Thales felt that his back was stiff and someone pulled him by the collar and lifted him up.

Avoided the fate of falling.

Thyls calmed down the dizziness caused by his weakness, and looked at the person behind him suspiciously.

"Child."

Chaman Rumba loosened his collar and looked at the prince with a complex expression, with subtle eyes: "You didn't drink that glass of wine."

"It's a shame."