Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 87: Drink 1 cup

Thyls was dull for ten seconds.

The Shield of Deception.

He heard Gilbert described the name.

It appeared in the tragedy of the Scarlet Year together with the name of the Surrington family.

The direct murderer who murdered the Royal Family of Can Star.

He thought of the small stone urns in the Tomb of Can Star in the Fuxing Palace, from the eldest son Midil, to Horace, to the twin princes Bancroft and Hyman.

And the youngest princess, Constance Canxing.

But, the Shield of Deception-Thales looked at Perfit in disbelief-assassinated me?

How come...

His thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"Enough."

The voice of King Nunn sounded in the hall.

"As long as I am in Longxiao City for one day," the king said with a gloomy expression, and he threw Pefitt down: "The assassination will not be allowed to happen again."

"Hmph," Puffett grinned, and bit a word between his teeth: "Tyrant."

King Nunn narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy who was unable to fight back.

"Let's end it all," Puffett raised his lips with a cold expression, "I will be under the prison river, watching how your family is destroyed!"

"End it!"

King Nunn gently squeezed his fist, and was silent for several seconds.

Complicated emotions rose in his eyes.

Finally, King Nunn closed his eyes and exhaled from his nose.

"The duel is not over yet, but I can give you a chance." Under everyone's gaze, the old king opened his eyes and spoke lightly:

"Now open your mouth to admit defeat, and then fully confess your crime, confessing your conspiracy with Rumba."

"You can still earn your own life."

Paffert was completely stunned.

What.

What?

"But the rest of your life will be spent in imprisonment...Your brother will inherit Fengzhao City, and Pafit will still rule that land."

"Except for you, Fengzhao City will not be punished," the old king said sharply: "How about it."

Everyone in the hall was startled.

Paffett looked at the king blankly.

He lowered his head, short of breath.

Thyls was thinking about the choice given by the king, and at this moment, Putila said softly in his ear: "If he agrees, if the future Fengzhao City wants to rule firmly, then Never be an enemy of Walton."

Thyls nodded suddenly.

Nicolai next to him gave a cold snort.

After a few seconds, Paffett slowly raised his head, with a bitter smile on his desolate face:

"Really?"

"Yes," King Nunn said lightly: "As long as you say that word, you can continue to breathe the air in the north."

The hall was silent for a while.

But it didn't take long for Puffett, who was lying on the ground, to put away his smile.

His face is like ice, his eyes are like iron, and his expression seems to be covered with snow that cannot be melted for thousands of years.

The young prince looked directly into the eyes of the king.

Paffett gritted his teeth, but categorically said another word:

"Never."

Thyls shook his head.

"This is the North," Nicolai whispered behind Thales: "It is also a shame to be forgiven by the enemy."

King Nunn sighed.

But he immediately raised his head, showing a gentle smile at Paffett:

"Good boy."

The old king smiled complicatedly.

Suddenly, Peffert kicked his left leg and slammed up from the ground, screaming and ramming at King Nunn!

He was greeted by the old king with a light pedal, centered on the calf bone.

"Boom!" Puffett lost his balance again and fell face down heavily on the ground.

Paffert made a final howl of unwillingness.

King Nunn shook his head slowly.

He stood up, knelt down and pressed Puffett's back, then leaned out his hands, grasped Puffett's head tightly, and lifted him up to the sight of the four princes.

The four grand princes, Olesiu, Trudida, Ronnie, and Lecco, all stared at their king dignifiedly.

The next moment, Exeter’s co-existing king, Nunn Walton VII, yelled with his old but heroic voice:

"Look!"

The roar echoed in the hall.

King Nunn looked angry and roared out the next sentence:

"This is Walton's enemy!"

Paffett's face is sullen, with a relieved smile.

In the inhalation of many people, the king of the old country twisted his hands.

"Hey!"

The crisp sound of broken neck bones reached Thales' ears.

"Pump!" Puffett fell to the ground.

This time, his head is facing up, staring at the ceiling blankly.

King Nunn sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the enemy's body.

No one speaks.

The only thing left in the hall was the howling of wind and snow outside the window and the explosion of the brazier in the hall, mixed with the uneven breathing of everyone.

The dead silence lasted for several seconds.

Until the light and moving vibrato came from the other side of the hall:

"Death..."

"Just a long-lost homecoming."

The Master Holm of the Haoyue Temple is indifferent.

She folded her arms again, lowered her body, and the eyes on the veil slowly closed:

"The outcome is divided."

"Holy duel."

"Yu Yan ended."

When the voice fell, the chief priest of Haoyue Temple turned and left.

The Red Witch smiled and turned and followed her.

In the hall, many people finally exhale slowly.

It's over.

Lord Michael waved his hand, and the servants and guards hurried to catch up. The doctors and healers who had been on standby for a long time rushed to King Nunn to bandage the wounds on his chest and face.

The king's subjects and the four grand princes left the place to be on the sidelines one after another, with different moods, leaving unconsciously.

"I was wrong. This duel can't last a year," Marquis Schlesy sighed: "Enough for a lifetime."

Nicolae glanced at him coldly, walked off the field, and began to command the White Blade Guard to deal with the aftermath.

"A complicated day, my dear Majesty," Schlesz helped his hat and politely saluted Thales: "Forgive me for my unaccompaniment, I have to go back and estimate the possible business losses we may suffer in Fengzhao City-- I hope it does not exceed the reward given by His Majesty Nunn."

Thyls shrugged and watched the Kangmas go away.

"It's really a rewarding day," Thales turned around, whispering sarcastically: "We have to talk, Putila--about the shield of deception."

More than that, he has many things, including many doubts, to ask this knowledgeable deputy.

"I agree." Putila nodded cautiously and solemnly.

Just now.

"Four of you!" The old king's old voice came from a distance: "Do you have any opinions on this duel?"

King Nunn raised his head, his eyes penetrated the crowd, fixed on the four princes.

The hall was quiet again, and everyone looked at the four grand princes.

The princes' faces differed, but Thales felt the solemnity and vigilance under their faces.

After all, a colleague just died here.

"No," the answer to the king was the indifferent Grand Duke Ronnie, who only listened to him softly: "This is a sacred duel, just vengeance, fairness, justice-Puffett also confessed His crime."

Trudida still smiled, Olesiu said nothing, and Lecco looked away, unable to discern his expression.

King Nunn looked at the long-haired Grand Duke for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"No wonder," King Nunn sneered, "Your dissatisfaction has a long history, right?"

Thyls suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall began to tense again.

Until King Nunn’s next sentence.

"Don't worry anymore." King Nunn sighed slowly: "I will send out a letter crow tomorrow. The Grand Duke Fengzhao died in a duel. Fengzhaocheng will be inherited by this guy's brother—he should I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time."

The princes were slightly startled.

"The Walton family has no hope for the next king's election," the old king bowed his head and said lonely: "We don't have enough prestige and orthodox candidates."

Grand Duke Olesiu frowned: "Your Majesty..."

"But at least," King Nunn kept talking, interrupting Olesiu, "Before I die, I can do one last thing for the family and for the city of Longxiao."

He lifted his head, a biting chill in his eyes.

The princes shrank one after another.

"For example?" Olesiu asked softly, using his most cautious attitude.

King Nunn smiled.

"Fight," the old king said softly: "The New Year will soon come, and after next spring, I will conscript the army of Longxiao City."

Thyls feels cold when I hear here!

No way?

The four grand princes were also breathing stagnant.

"Stars?" Grand Duke Olesiu glanced at Thales with an unkind expression, making him frightened.

Fortunately, the next words of King Nunn made the prince of the stars exhale.

"No."

"I want to go shopping in the black sand collar," I saw King Nunn sitting in the middle of the hall and under the care of a doctor, patting his thigh with ease:

"Go and see my dear nephew—Charman Rumba."

The princes frowned.

including Thales too.

"I miss him," the old king's eyes lighted up: "I want to be'deadly'."

The princes of Olesiu and Trudida, whose territories are close to the black sand collar, frowned.

"But I don't like being alone, and I don't want to go alone." King Nunn looked at the four grand princes sharply: "What do you say?"

The four grand princes did not speak.

Until the king's second sentence.

"After'visiting' him, shall we come to discuss the matter of choosing the king?" The old king said with deep meaning and authenticity.

The four grand princes glanced at each other, and this time, they quickly made a decision.

"Guardian City will send out troops to respond. We will always stand on the side of the king." The bald Grand Duke Lecco sighed first.

Grand Duke Olesiu nodded solemnly: "Wellen has no opinion, we will also send reinforcements."

"This is a legitimate revenge, a warning to those who are secretly plotting," Duke Ronnie's eyes burned: "Qiyuan City is willing to send troops to support."

"Since you all said so, if you rebuild the tower and don't send troops," Trudida said annoyedly: "Am I not even going out of Longxiao City?"

Of course-I heard Thales slander here: The king takes the lead and helps you eliminate a competitor. Why not?

King Nunn looked at them and laughed out loud.

At this moment, Grand Duke Olesiu couldn't help but say: "How about Hei Sha?"

"Let Chaman's son inherit the throne?"

King Nunn stopped his laughter and shook his head slightly.

"I have a personal choice, definitely a good candidate for the Grand Duke," he stretched his bandaged right arm: "Caslan Rumba...Charman's uncle, my former guard captain. "

Thyls was taken aback, thinking of the sturdy old man in the Hero Tavern.

"I heard that he is not interested in power and hates his family." Duke Ronnie said lightly.

"Yes," King Nunn chuckled softly: "But he can't be blamed."

The princes were slightly taken aback.

"Okay!" The old king pushed aside the doctor, stood up bravely, and shouted, "Everyone, go up!"

"The banquet is still open!" King Nunn looked around the audience and laughed: "Don't lose your interest!"

The four grand princes looked at each other and bowed and left with different expressions.

The members of the King’s Council also left.

Thyls noticed that when everyone else turned around, the old king's smile disappeared from his face.

"You guys leave too!" King Nunn shook his head and said to his blade guard: "Just keep guard outside the hall..."

Nun VII sighed, grabbed the barrel, walked up to the spectator's steps and sat down, looking lonely: "I'm sitting here by myself."

Nicolai and Mike looked at each other and nodded.

Thyls and Putila looked at each other, and the two followed the crowd cautiously.

Tonight is long enough.

Also substantial.

At this moment, King Nunn’s voice came again:

"Thyls! My dear guest!"

Thyls gave a sudden shock.

The people in the hall who had not left yet looked at the star prince together.

Especially a few princes, such as Grand Duke Lecco with a thoughtful look.

"Why don't you stay?" King Nunn patted the steps next to him, his expression calm: "I have to thank you very much-we have a drink together?"

Tyles opened his mouth wide and looked at the king awkwardly.

What a joke.

After I offended a bunch of princes, after you broke a prince’s neck, after you forced other princes to send troops with you...

You want me to "have a drink" with you?

What I want to do now is to disappear quickly, keep a low profile, and return to China as soon as the time comes!

You can't pull hatred like this!

He turned his head and glanced at Putila, who shook his head slightly.

"It's an honor to have a drink with you...but I'm only seven years old," Thales turned his head to look at King Nunn, and said politely and quietly: "And very tired..."

However.

"Seven years old shit!"

King Nunn interrupted him dissatisfiedly~IndoMTL.com~ raised his glass to the second prince:

"When I was taken by my father to drink for the first time, I was only five years old-as the future king, how can I not drink?"

Thyls looked dazed, ready to find another excuse.

"Or, do you want to refuse King Exeter's invitation?" King Nunn showed a playful look: "Even you, like the guy lying on the ground, look down on a person who has run out of time. Is the king?"

The atmosphere in the hall became strange again.

Tyles' heartbeat speeds up suddenly.

He had to lower his head and sighed.

Then turned around and took a step.

Putilla's worries, Nicolae's frown, Shrei's smile, and the peculiar eyes of the four princes.

The second prince of the stars, with a drooping expression, turned against the crowd and walked towards King Nunn.