Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 88: The secret of “Triumph”

Everyone left the meeting hall.

There are only two figures, one large and one small, sitting side by side on a step at the edge of the hall.

Thyls felt a little uneasy.

This old man, what is the purpose of keeping me here?

Is it really for "a drink"?

King Nunn wore a thick cotton robe, showing wrinkled skin but sharply contoured muscles. He looked at the bandage on his body with an unfavorable expression and raised his wine glass.

"I'm old after all," King Nunn took a sip of wine, moved his left arm, and showed a pained expression, "In the past, I was able to fight a day and a night in such an intense battle, but now... "

The old king snorted and poured the rest of the wine into his throat.

Thyls didn't speak, he was trying to calm his slightly nervous breathing.

It’s not that he didn’t have the experience of being alone with the king of a country—in fact, his nominal father, King Kessel of the stars, puts him under even more pressure—but Thales sits in the Seventh of Nunn. When I was around the world, I always felt very uneasy in my heart, especially when the smell of medicine and light blood mixed.

Maybe it’s because King Nunn had just killed someone with his own hands, maybe because the old king has lost his blood and is unpredictable, and maybe because...

"Your strategy is very risky," Thales' thoughts were interrupted, and King Nunn once again scooped a glass of wine from the barrel, and slowly said in his old voice: "If the murderer-Paffi Faced with such a situation, if you still don’t panic and don’t respond at all, what should you do?"

Tyles exhaled.

What to do?

"There is still a way," the prince of the stars tried his best to show a warm smile: "Then you declare to the princes that you will take them to speak frankly with Chaman Rumba, shake hands with... Guess the murderer will not be willing to go-he knows that the combination of the intelligence that you and Rumba have is enough to drive him into despair."

King Nunn turned the wine glass in his hand and listened quietly.

"Of course, we didn't have to be so risky. We can make arrangements slowly and reveal those two messages to the princes little by little," Thales shrugged, "but there is no way, Sly The Marquis de Bermora informed me that the two grand princes are leaving in the morning. We only have one night left and we can only think of a way at the banquet..."

At this moment, King Nunn suddenly grinned.

The laughter lasted for several seconds.

The old king's unexplained smile caught Thales for a moment, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Thales's mind.

No way.

"Wait, could it be said," Thales showed an incredible expression, mixed with surprise and dissatisfaction, and looked at King Nunn: "You..."

King Nunn turned his head and looked at him with a playful expression, but there was an unsentimental indifference in his turquoise eyes, which made Thales' heart cold.

Thyls figured it out.

"There is no grand prince leaving, right," Thales closed his eyes, and sighed in disgust, "That is the false news you deliberately gave us."

As the princes, they can't just look at me and leave.

"A proper urging," King Nunn nodded indifferently: "It seems very effective."

Appropriate urging?

Very effective?

Thyls remembered today's panic and hustle and bustle, and resisted the desire to ridicule.

He adjusted his emotions—this was in the Palace of Valor, after all, and the Star Prince was just a weak guest.

"But I have to say," King Nunn put down his wine glass and looked at him intently, with complex colors in his eyes: "Good job."

Thyls was slightly startled.

"Thank you, but..." Thales turned his head and snorted softly: "That plan was actually thought of by Putila, my deputy and instructor. He reminded me that you can use Rumba as well. Bargaining chips..."

"Yet you are the real executor," King Nunn interrupted him, his eyes sharp: "You deserve this compliment... For your age, it is a miracle to have such a performance. ."

Thyls gave a false and ugly smile.

He didn't want to behave like a monster-he was forced out of this world.

"Maybe, the Canstar royal family is really rich in such geniuses." King Nunn sighed.

Tyles' eyes moved.

"The genius of the star royal family?" Thales asked keenly: "Who else?"

King Nunn chuckled lightly, a look of memory on his face.

"Your father's brother, your grandfather's eldest son, Midil Canxing," the old king said flatly.

Tyles' eyes lit up.

Midil Canxing.

Thyls remembered Gilbert and Ms. Gini's attitude towards the eldest son of the prince, the wise prince who was praised by everyone.

But he also thought of the desperate Northern Duke Aaron in the Fuxing Palace's evaluation of Midiel: "The sullen-minded eldest brother Wang".

"When he was thirteen years old, he came to submit his credentials. Before the two sides fought, he coordinated the dispute between the Weiland collar, the black sand collar and your Watch City about the hunting scope of the Big Needle Forest. That was the first time I was crowned. Year."

"It is also in this hall, he faces my father, and the two grand princes of the Willan collar and the black sand collar," King Nunn looked at the discussion hall that was shining in the fire, and said slowly: "I Looking at the last Grand Duke led by Weiland, poor old Olesiu was choked by a child to speak in full view."

"So that's it," Thales nodded quietly: "No wonder, Olesiu—that beard always looks unpleasant to me. It seems that we are indeed feuds."

"Yes, I guess," King Nunn smiled: "My father passed away a year later, and Midiel's contribution is also due."

Thyls did not answer the conversation awkwardly.

"Do you know that before, your weird so-called genius made me extremely jealous," the old king tightened his robe again, his eyes were subtle: "Especially you are still the first of the stars, no, Is the only heir."

Tels frowned slightly, and King Nunn's gaze made him quite uncomfortable.

"Midil's death is really a pity...I have always been curious about what kind of king someone like him will become," King Nunn sighed, turned his head, and looked straight at Thales: "But you still have a chance."

"And the opportunity is great."

"I believe that once you are crowned king, you will be the new birth of the Star Kingdom," King Nunn's eyes began to become sharp: "Exter will usher in a terrible opponent."

Thyls was agitated, and the nerves that had just relaxed became tense again.

Not really.

What are these words?

What does this guy want to do?

He can't figure out King Nunn's intentions.

Thyls endured King Nunn's gaze, trying to calm his faster and faster breathing.

King Nunn suddenly laughed strangely.

"Don't be so nervous," he said lightly, his tone full of the majesty of a king: "I am not a beast that can eat people."

Thyls resisted the desire to refute, pulled out an ugly smile, and glanced at the center of the hall from the corner of his eyes—that's where Puffett had just broken his neck.

King Nunn noticed Thales' gaze and couldn't help but laugh.

"As the heir of a king, I will see blood sooner or later," the king took a sip of wine, his eyes sharp: "This will help you."

Thyls frowned.

See the blood.

The look in Quaid's eyes appeared before his eyes, remembering the touch of the dagger in his hand that pierced the flesh.

There is also the juvenile supernatural assassin who can make a harsh magic sound, and his wet, warm and beating...heart.

A burst of discomfort was forcibly suppressed by Thales.

"Do you have any thoughts after watching the duel just now?" King Nunn put down his glass and asked slowly.

"Impressed," the restless Thales replied truthfully: "Especially how an elderly veteran can bring down a young and energetic rookie."

King Nunn sneered.

"And the heroic dueling customs of the Northland also opened my eyes." Thales carefully pondered his words: "Of course, as well as your courage as the king of a country, but resolutely set foot on the battlefield."

"Huh."

"When I started the duel, I saw your expression," King Nunn looked at Thales with deep eyes: "You don't think so, do you?"

Thyls was slightly startled.

King Nunn continued to watch him.

"Okay," Thales took a deep breath and whispered: "You know, considering your age-after all, it's such a big country, what if there is a mistake?"

In a few seconds.

In Thales’ tense gaze, King Nunn suddenly said something headlessly: "You know, the relationship and connection between the Walton family and the Stars family began a long time ago. "

Thyls was puzzled.

I saw King Nunn gently stretched out his right hand and showed the black ring on his little finger: "Do you know what this is?"

Thyls frowned.

Then shook his head honestly.

"This is ‘Triumph’." King Nunn smiled mysteriously: "It is also one of the origins of our two big families."

Thyls couldn't help being taken aback.

Triumphant?

He watched King Nunn take off the ring, turn to the inner ring, and show it to him.

Thyls narrowed his eyes and saw a pattern engraved on it at the inner ring pointed to by King Nunn. It seemed to be a horse...

A horse with wings?

"This is the coat of arms of the Tianma." King Nunn said lightly: "It is the family crest of the Carlosser family of the imperial family since the establishment of the empire by Emperor Komora."

Thyls was slightly startled.

Tianma.

Imperial room? Carlosser?

"More than six hundred years ago, when the stars first established the country," King Nunn's tone was deep and far-reaching, "because of King Tormund's **** methods, Exeter and the stars broke out for the first time. "

"Nicaru and Tormond, the northerners and the empires, leading the elite soldiers and powerful generals fought out in the Battle of the End, meet each other around the cold fort."

"Finally, the two kings took a step back and signed the first peace treaty in the history of our two countries. It was agreed that the two countries would divide the north and the south, expand separately, and not interfere with each other." Contact."

Tyles squinted. He remembered what he had seen in the library yesterday afternoon.

What King Nunn said should be the peace agreement signed by Tormund and Necaru.

"What is not recorded in the history books is that the two ancestors exchanged an ancestral treasure in private as a token of the covenant." King Nunn put the ring back on his hand.

"This ring is the token that King Tormund gave to King Necaru," King Nunn took a breath and said to Thales: "It passed from Necaru's hand The Walton family has been secretly passed on in the hands of the successive Grand Duke Walton."

"It doesn't have a name, but all the princes call it ‘Triumph’." The king’s tone was a little vague, and his eyes looked away erratic.

Triumphantly.

Thyls frowned slightly.

"Nice name," he said cautiously: "It sounds very exciting."

"Excited?" King Nunn laughed blankly.

"As I said, it was originally the ancestral treasure of the Revival King Tomund. It originated from the first emperor of the final empire and one of your ancestors." King Nunn stroked the triumphantly, his eyes sharp and authentic:

"Kaiser Carlosser VI."

Tyles rolled his eyes.

Kaiser?

An emperor with the same name as his father?

King Nunn raised his eyes: "This ring once belonged to the famous Emperor Kessel VI, and it spread all the way to the hands of King Tormund. Tormund gave this ring to Neckar. Witness each other's covenant."

"The reputation of this King Kessel VI is not very good. In his life that is neither long nor short, but sufficient ups and downs, countless opponents have fallen under his conspiracy," King Nunn Take a breath, with a serious tone:

"And his greatest achievement is to restore the prestige of Carlosser's house in the chaos after the collapse of the ancient empire, regaining the capital of triumph from the rebels and the princes, and finally the empire was established. One hundred years."

Thyls nodded.

The emperor who regained the capital of triumph, the ultimate empire founder.

That's it.

That's why it is called "Triumph".

"Do you know the nickname of that emperor?" King Nunn suddenly raised his head and looked at Thales playfully.

Thyls was taken aback for a moment, then continued to shake his head.

King Nunn looked at Thales with more subtle expressions.

This makes the latter extremely disturbed.

"This small ring is versatile." King Nunn sighed and flicked the ring of Triumph gently.

This time, Thales was truly stunned.

Widely used?

Tyles stared at the ring blankly, and a terrible thought crawled into his mind.

Sure enough, King Nunn’s next words made his heart cold: "There can be three different medicinal foams, two different gases, and even a poison needle hidden in the ring."

Listening to the old king’s narration, Thales even forgot to breathe.

But the words of King Nunn continue:

"For example, when two people in a duel are at odds with each other..."

"Turn the mechanism gently, and'Triumphant' can release the prepared cyr grass poison gas at close range." King Nunn's eyes are extremely cold at this moment, and his tone sounds terrifying:

"It is expensive to refine, but it can unconsciously anesthetize the muscles and mind of the poisoned person. During intense exercise, this poison will disperse with the blood, and the poisoned person will feel that their strength is reduced. Numb, getting irritable and restless."

Lost strength drops.

Muscle numbness.

Quick and restless.

The second prince was stunned.

Tyles turned his head and looked at King Nunn with a disbelief.

King Nunn also turned his head and looked back at him.

The next second, with a suspicious smile, the old king finally confirmed Thales's terrible conjecture.

"How?"

"Do you really think that I am an old man who is almost seventy years old," Exeter's Supreme King, the most respected ruler of the Northlanders, Nunn Walton VII, with a full face Looking at him profoundly: "A man who can overcome a physical reaction, his strength and speed are at its peak, and a man who has been trained in Northland fighting all the year round?"

Thyls looked at King Nunn in shock.

Nun gave a meaningful smile.

Thyls’s brain is chaotic~IndoMTL.com~ He played back every scene of the duel in his mind, and then grabbed the fragment that best fits the description before him:

Puffett gasped for breath.

Almost every time he chops the wrong axe.

And the last hysteria of the young prince.

Isn't it?

Thyls didn't know what expression to use at the moment, nor what expression he was.

He just stared closely at King Nunn.

"Did I forget to tell you?"

"The founder of the final empire, the nickname of King Kessel VI," King Nunn smiled, his expression mysterious, and he uttered three words softly:

"'The Poison Emperor'."