Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 9: The spirit of contract

In the early morning of Longxiao City, a two-wheeled carriage drove through the chaotic streets and shuttled skillfully. Lewen Novels|

As the carriage progressed, the angry shouts outside the window gradually diminished.

In the carriage, Marquis Schlesy turned his head and looked at Thales who said nothing.

The Marquis shook his head silently in his heart.

After all...

"Are you okay, Your Highness?" the Marquis of Camus asked tentatively.

Thyls raised his head consciously, and gave Slaes a dreamy look.

The little slicker on the side sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and took a secret breath.

Under the subtle gaze of the Marquis, Thales sighed for a while:

"Yes."

"Just a little tired."

Silais pinched his cane, his face solemn.

"What are your plans, Your Highness?"

Tyles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, expelling all the panic and vacillation in his heart.

I have to cheer up.

The more at this time...

The prince squeezed his fist, feeling the wound cut by the dagger in his hand.

It hurts.

But...

"I seem to understand," he opened his eyes, his eyes firm: "As for why Rumba dared to take the risk of assassinating his Majesty, and also brought the army to Longxiao City-we must rush to the Palace of Heroes as soon as possible."

"It's war again, isn't it?" Marquis Schlesy sighed.

He turned his gaze to the street outside the window, his expression hesitated first, then he was worried:

"Is there any other circumstantial evidence about the assassination of His Majesty the King?"

Thyls saw the front and back of the Blade Guards, remembering how they used flesh and blood to block crossbow arrows for two children.

I remembered the scene of the last Blade Guard with a distorted face, struggling to turn around to meet the enemy.

Dragon's Guard.

Thyls came back to his senses and shook his head: "Maybe it's gone, Irumba's character will probably be handled very cleanly-is there any news about Nicolai or others? People in the shield zone ?"

"As far as I know, neither," Marquis Schlesz pulled his cuff slightly, and sighed slightly: "It seems that things are a little troublesome."

"Yes," Thales said in a low voice, thinking quickly about the situation in front of him: "No one would have thought that Lombard would use such a rapid, intense and extremely effective means...King Exter was subordinated I'm afraid there are not many examples of Grand Duke killing."

"No one."

An immature female voice rang in the carriage.

Tyles and Sleischi were taken aback, turned their heads to look at the little slippery.

"Recently, about two hundred years ago, the Tan family of Wellland led an attempt to assassinate the king at the time, but the conspiracy was revealed-King Xhosa gathered the armies of other princes and drove to the castle of the Tan family. Next, raise the banner of the'Knight's Holy Book' of the Ronnie family."

After saying this, Xiao Huatou blinked and touched his head, seeming to recall carefully:

"On the seventh day, the'Grand Duke of Mourning' Amos Tann, who violated the oath, was tied out of the city by his subordinates and the people whose citizens were filled with grievances," the girl raised her head and said affirmatively: "Dang Looking at everyone, King Xhosa personally pierced the traitor’s chest with the Soul Slaughter Gun."

"Jacob Olesiu was the first person to **** the deceased Grand Duke out of the city. Later, he became the first Olesiu Grand Duke of Welland."

Tyles and Shreis frowned, listening to Xiao Shuatou finished speaking with weird expressions.

Only then did Xiao Huatou notice the expressions of the other two, blushing, and quickly lowered her head timidly.

They looked at each other.

"You said, she is your maid?" Marquis Schlesy was puzzled.

"Yeah, I just fell in love with her." Thales touched his head, a little embarrassed, and stabbed Xiao Slider's head secretly, making the latter's head lower: "Hey."

"Really," Shreis glanced at Xiao Slick with deep meaning, showing a sly smile: "That's it."

Thyls quickly turned the subject: "So, whether you kill the king or rebel, it seems to be a serious sin in the North."

Sluis nodded, and sighed: "If you say so, the Northlanders will not allow a kingslayer... why does Rumba have such courage?"

Tyles lowered his hand, his face heavy.

He thought of the Viscount Cambeda from the black sand collar, and the fiery knight, one of the five generals.

"I'm afraid, we all underestimated Rumba." He said silently.

Thyls looked up suddenly.

"But Rumba still has a level that cannot be circumvented," the prince narrowed his eyes: "If his intention is indeed what I think."

Slaes's gaze stayed on his cane: "For example?"

"Too many things are still in the fog. It is necessary to sort out the clues." Thales shook his head, his face becoming more and more serious, his brain running wildly: "When did Rumba start planning and how he Implement it all."

The carriage turned a corner.

"Is this important? The situation is already so bad," Marquis Schlesz took out a delicate pocket watch with a copper chain: "I'll be honest, besides clarifying the facts, maybe you should think about how to escape, I Can provide some ways..."

"This is very important," Thales nodded slowly, straightening out his thoughts step by step: "The reason why the situation is so bad is because we underestimated Rumba before."

"I will ask you again," Shrei said with a serious face: "Now I can send you out of the city quietly, and even back to the stars-are you sure you want to return to the Palace of Valor?"

"Go back to that unfathomable whirlpool?"

Thyls seemed to have not heard him, and said to himself: "We still don't know the whole picture of the Rumba plan, so we might as well go back to the beginning of his plan..."

Sléace watched the young prince silently, and his evaluation of him rose slightly.

In this situation, how many people can resist fear and think calmly?

It's a pity.

The Marquis sighed silently in his heart.

The prince's eyes suddenly stopped.

"Master Marquis," Thales thought of something. He subconsciously asked, "Why did King Nunn find Puffett and find this Rumba's collaborator?"

"Huh?" The Marquis of Shanliu City raised his eyebrows.

Why would King Nunn...seek Puffett?

Is this question still needed?

"Because, Grand Duke Peffert happened to kill his son?" Shroud's eyes rolled, it seemed that he didn't understand the prince's question, but he had a strange expression, and tentatively replied: "And Nunn Your Majesty happened to find this again?"

Thyls shook his head.

"Because King Nunn obtained Rumba's investigative intelligence-Sword of Disaster, remember?" Thales' eyes became clearer and clearer, "This intelligence assassinated Prince Moral and I was breaking the dragon The assassinations in front of the fort are linked together."

"That's why you concluded that Rumba has a partner, and King Nunn would want revenge."

A piece of ice and snow appeared in front of Thales.

That was the words Nicolai and Slace said to him the night before arriving at Dragon City.

Sléace did not answer immediately, he paused slightly, thoughtfully: "What do you mean..."

Tyles breathed out slowly, his eyes were unprecedented solemn: "I'm afraid, when I set off from the black sand collar, Nicolai received the news of the Sword of Disaster, when King Nunn decided to take revenge, We all fall into Rumba’s calculations."

He lowered his head slightly, his face was ugly, and the little slicker on the side saw his expression, but he didn't dare to take a breath.

No.

Not enough.

There are still some clues missing, some key clues.

"Can execute such a big, so long plan," Thales murmured: "From planning to execution, from Black Sands to Longxiao City, from assassination to troop transport, from operation to secrecy— —It is by no means a remote grand duke can do it alone, Rumba must have an internal role as a helper."

"On this point, I agree with you," Marquis Schlesz nodded solemnly: "To accomplish such a big thing, I think Rumba does have a helper."

"You have a broad social network, do you have any clues?" Thales' eyes lit up:

"In your opinion, who is most suspected?"

Just now.

Little Slick raised her head suddenly consciously and stretched her head to look out the window.

She paled, and stabbed Thales.

Tyles noticed that their carriage had stopped unknowingly.

The Marquis of Slaes put his pocket watch in his pocket after rubbing his hand for a long time, and sighed: "Your Highness, we are here."

Thyls' heart moved: "So fast? I remember the Palace of Valor is in..."

"The Hall of Valor is still a bit worse," Shreis interrupted him, blinking his eyes: "Another adult will **** you on the next journey."

Thyls was slightly startled.

What?

The next moment, their car door was opened.

A rough voice that made Thales's discoloration horribly discolored, passed into the small carriage:

"Master Marquis, thank you very much for your help."

A middle-aged nobleman in military uniform that Thales could not be more familiar with, holding the door of the car with one hand and his saber in the other, boarded their narrow carriage under the guard of densely packed soldiers.

"Otherwise, we will have to spend a lot of time looking for this guest."

The visitors sat down heavily, and those sharp, sword-like eyes swept across Thales and Xiao Slick:

Thyls was struck by lightning, a heart like an ice cave.

Little Slick was so scared that he covered his mouth, and his eyes were full of panic.

I saw the ruler of the black sand collar, Grand Duke Charman Rumba, sitting securely beside the smiling Marquis Schlesy, and closing the car door neatly.

In the face of the Grand Duke of Lombard, the Marquis of Schlese smiled with the friendliest smile, just like seeing Thales for the first time.

The Marquis leans forward slightly, his tone polite: "My honor."

Rumba snorted, he turned his head, a pair of cold eyes swept at Thales: "You can really run, my lord."

Little Slicker thought of the **** scene just now, already shivering with fright.

The prince just stared at the Grand Duke Black Sand ahead, motionless.

Fear and panic instantly climbed into his heart, and he was forcibly suppressed.

No.

Chaman Rumba.

Slice Bermuda.

This means...

A few seconds later, Thales reacted from the shocking scene before him.

"Slées Bermuda, you!" He turned his head and looked at the Marquis of Shanliu City in disbelief: "You betrayed us!"

Rumba said nothing, his face as cold and serious as ever.

"Don't be so surprised, Your Royal Highness," Marquis Schlesz sighed regretfully and shook his head slowly: "This doesn't fit your usual genius image. Besides, I didn't betray you."

"Did you not betray me?" Thales laughed angrily. "Don't tell me, you started from the beginning..."

Thyls's words changed, and his face changed.

No way.

At that moment, he realized that he might be right.

"You are the helper," Thales looked at Marquis Schlese with a smile on his face, and said with an incredulous face: "You have been with Rumba from the beginning?"

"Wake up so quickly, my lord." Rumba said sarcastically.

One second later, Thales shouted in shock and anger: "Slaes, you have betrayed King Nunn!"

Little Slick head shook slightly.

Rumba chuckled disdainfully.

The Marquis of Schlese frowned.

Tyles squeezed trembling fists and looked angrily at the black sand-collared soldiers in patrol costumes outside the window.

They fell into Rumba's hands again.

More desperate and worse than last time.

"Tsk tusk," the Marquis of Comus shook his head, seemingly disgusted with Thales's words: "Don't say that, I hate betrayers and repetitive villains the most-I have never betrayed Nu Your Majesty."

Thyls desperately suppressed his impulse and anger: "I thought you had an agreement with King Nunn and you were doing things for him!"

"Of course, he needs to take revenge on the black hand who betrayed Moral," Shroud shrugged, seemingly indifferent: "For this, I need someone like me who can move freely among the princes, no A third-party candidate who will raise suspicion."

The Marquis blinked: "It's fair to exchange the bitumen mine contract for revenge."

Tales panted heavily and glanced at the unsmiling Rumba: "But you betrayed Nunn!"

"No, no, my lord," Shreis sighed, raised a finger, and shook it gently: "You misunderstood."

Slaes opened his eyes, his eyes were shrewd, but there was a trace of sincerity that people could not argue with: "I am an honest and promised person, and the spirit of contract is the first creed of the Bermuda family."

"Contract spirit?" Thales clenched his fists, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Yes," Shrei nodded, spreading his left hand: "I faithfully fulfilled the agreement with His Majesty Nunn and helped him find and kill his enemies. He is very satisfied, and I am very happy."

Sluis raised a finger, raised his eyebrows and shook his head, as if accusing Thales should not doubt him: "The spirit of contract."

The eyes of the marquis are very clear.

A trace of guilt and embarrassment is also owed.

As if this is his true color.

Thyls took a deep breath.

The crime of the prison river flooded his head at the right time.

Finally, Thales slowly eased his breathing, and his brain began to calm down.

The Marquis of Schlesz continued his friendly smile and blinked: "As for now, it's just that I am fulfilling another contract with Lord Rumba."

"And as always, I keep my promises--see, it's still the spirit of contract."

Tyles loosened his clenched fist, looked at Rumba's hand that had been resting on the saber, and gave up his plan to touch the dagger.

"How much did you do for Rumba?" Thales said coldly: "Help him prepare supplies? Or just kill the king?"

Sluis exhaled and looked at Rumba, who was full of coldness in his eyes.

"Let’s think about it, it’s not too much," The Marquis drew out his cane and smiled slightly: "Provide the Grand Duke with some news in the Palace of Valor, about the whereabouts of the king and the progress of the plan..."

"Activate some of the business associations of Comus, use regular channels to pass news and items, and cover up some news..."

"With your majesty's special permit, prepare some weapons and transport some people into the city..."

"Of course, as for disguising and replacing it with a patrol, that is Mr. Ullard's task..."

Listening to the chilling news one after another from Sluice, Thales looked up suddenly.

"When did it start?"

"When Nicolae came to look for me? When I entered Longxiao City?" The prince said indignantly: "Or you are Rumba's internal correspondent from the beginning?"

The Marquis of Schlese laughed and said nothing.

"Enough," said Rumba on the side, and he glanced at Schlese mercilessly, "We are tight on time."

But Thales didn't even care about his enemies.

"What did he give you to make you risk the biggest taboo and cooperate with a kingkiller?" The prince said angrily: "Contract? Money? Power? After deducting the price you paid, it can be better than Nunn How much did the king give you?"

Silais shook his head.

"No, the problem is not what Lord Lombard gave me." The Marquis smiled apologetically at the Grand Bulletin of Lombard, turned his head and said to Thales: "Doing business can't just look at profits and figures, sometimes it must be a word of mouth. And people."

"Your Majesty Nunn is a good collaborator, but even in the most stable business, you must stay behind."

Thyls was taken aback when he heard the words, and then sneered:

"So Rumba and the black sand collar, are you behind the king of Nun and the city of Longxiao?"

The Marquis of Schlesy turned his head, he pushed the car door, his cane tapped on the pedal.

"You are wrong again. The back hand is not someone or something that is'prepared' to come out. It is an idea." Shreis smiled slightly, and gestured to Rumba with his palm: "Your Excellency has proven his Value and potential, so when he appears in front of me, even if we don’t say it in advance, he will naturally become my successor."

Thyls sneered disdainfully.

"Slizzi Bermuda," his eyes circled back and forth between Rumba and Slizzi, gritted his teeth and said: "After Rumba, are you ready for him too? ?"

Rumba lifted his head slightly and cast a chilling look at Thales.

As if looking at a dead person.

Tyles felt tight.

"If I were you, Your Highness," Shreis stepped off the carriage without looking back, and said with a smile: "I will start thinking about ways to get out, instead of trying to provoke discord in vain."

Rumba snorted coldly: "It makes sense."

Thyls clenched his fists and stopped talking.

His eyes glanced over the densely packed soldiers outside the window again.

No.

They have no chance.

His heart was filled with despair for that second.

The little slipper behind him hugged his arm tightly.

"Then the next thing is up to you," Marquis Schlesy turned around, bowed slightly to Grand Duke Lombard on the ground, and smiled at Thales: "Please rest assured, your highness, as I promised, the Grand Duke will send you to the Palace of Valor."

"Thank you," Thales snorted disdainfully: "Thank you for your contract spirit."

The Marquis of Shreis smiled, without any intention of being offended.

Rumba reached out and slowly grasped the handle of the car door.

"After the job is over, I will send someone to send the carriage back," Rumba exhaled a deep breath, and nodded slightly to Shireis with an indifferent expression: "I will remember the friendship of Shanliu City."

Sléez exhaled a breath of heat, and watched his rider step down to drive his seat, and another soldier with a black sand collar came up.

"No, no need." The Marquis shook his head, his eyes passed over Rumba and the two children with deep meaning, and his tone was a pity: "I think I don't need this carriage anymore."

Several people were silent for a few seconds.

"Farewell now, Grand Duke," Marquis Schlesz tidyed up the gorgeous clothes that had been wrinkled by getting on and off the carriage, straightened his hat, and said respectfully: "I wish you all the best, and your wishes come true."

The door of the car that Rumba was about to close suddenly stopped, and Duke Heisha had a slight pause. He turned his head and looked at Shreis with awe-inspiring eyes.

"Whatever you want to do?"

"Do you think I will succeed?" Lombard said flatly.

Thyls moved in his heart.

Success?

What do they want to do?

"Of course, you have a unique vision and tolerance," Marquis Schlesz exhaled with a sigh: "I am proud to witness such an important and crucial, magnificent and magnificent history."

Tyles' heart tightened.

Important and critical.

Magnificent and magnificent...

History?

Rumba sneered.

"For the future of your Excellency," Schlesz held the cane in both hands and nodded slowly, the smile on his face was as humble and respectful as ever: "I have full confidence and no doubt."

The Grand Duke Heisha looked at the Marquis with a subtle expression, and nodded in response after a few seconds.

"Good day, Your Royal Highness Thales," Shreis turned his head and looked at Thales, who had an ugly face~ IndoMTL.com~ and sent his blessing respectfully: "I wish you and your maid too..."

But what he said made Thales feel very ironic:

"Everything goes well, and everything you want comes true."

The door closed and the carriage moved.

Only this time, the person staring at Thales coldly in the carriage was replaced by a cold-faced Charman Rumba.

Tyles took a deep breath and tried his best to use the calmest and most outstanding state to turn to face Duke Black Sand.

"Little prince, I don’t know yet. Since when," Under Thales’ murderous eyes and the slick horrified eyes, Duke Rumba seemed absent-mindedly, gently softening his old sword Withdrawing a section, his scary eyes turned to the prince and the girl beside him:

"You have a maid?"

Faced with the cold light of the blade, Xiao Slick's head shook slightly.

At that moment, Thales only felt his scalp numb.