Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 94: Invitation card

The Hall of Valor in the middle of the night, in front of Thales' bedroom. w.lws520.c

Thyls looked at the people in front of him dumbly, awkwardly.

"How old are you? How old are you!" A hurried and unhappy female voice came from in front of him.

"The first night I came here," the elf guard Edda, looking at the helpless Thales and the timid little slicker behind him, said bitterly under the cloak: "You started taking the girl into the bedroom? "

"She's very nice by herself..." Thales said aggrievedly.

"So do you need your company!" Edda interrupted him with a bad face.

Rolf and Wya next to her looked at each other, both looking at Thales with strange expressions.

"Ada, listen to me..." Thales subconsciously felt bad.

"How old is she! Is she nine?" Edda exclaimed, habitually raising her right fist, protruding a knuckle.

Thyls is an agitated spirit, he raises his hands as fast as he can and protects his forehead tightly.

"Boom!"

Tyles clutched his right forehead painfully—foul!

Ada's violent shudder came from the side!

Rolf and Wyah looked at each other, and both pretended not to see the violent assault on the prince.

Shandian looked worriedly at Thales, who was dizzy and groaning.

"Min Disi didn't touch a woman for the first time until he got married at the age of twenty-seven! Even the most beautiful and carefree Kayla was thirteen!" the angry elf guard said loudly:

"Your age... can't even reach the bed!"

Thyls smiled awkwardly.

This is an exaggeration, sister.

Ada wanted to continue preaching, but was stopped by Putila behind.

"I think your highness has another reason, isn't it?" Xingchen's deputy envoy said indifferently: "Go back, and I will communicate with your highness for the rest."

Under Putila’s repeated insistence, Edda left unrelentingly and angrily. When she left, she still looked like "you little bastard", while Rolf and Wya were still intriguing. Strange expression.

Tyles breathed a sigh of relief, and put the little Sliphead into the bedroom first.

"It seems that a lot of things have happened?" Putila sighed and looked at Thales who closed the door.

Thyls's face sank.

"It's like this," Thales scratched his head. "That one is... uh, that is..."

The second prince said to his lips, but he suddenly remembered the helpless look in his little slick and helpless eyes and Alex's pained expression.

The two little girls both met him in the library, but each experienced a destiny that was either misfortune or luck.

Tyles' eyes darkened.

No.

The truth about Xiao Shuatou's identity...

I shouldn’t say it.

Finally, the traverser sighed in his heart and continued:

"That's Selma Walton, the granddaughter of King Nunn."

Putila's eyes moved, he thoughtfully and authentically:

"I remember, you told me before that the king's granddaughter that you met in the library should be called Alex Walton?"

"Yes, Alex," Thales exhaled slowly: "That's her middle name."

From meeting the black prophet to scaring Ramon, his lies became more and more clear.

He has a calm expression and does not change his face.

"I have a good relationship with her," Thales shrugged: "So she came with me..."

Speaking of which, Thales had a conversation.

He suddenly realized that it was four or five in the morning!

I have to hide what happened before and make up an excuse to stay the Walton lady in her bedroom overnight...

So difficult!

"That...she, come here," Under Putila's skeptical gaze, Thales gave a smile that was uglier than crying: "Uh, with me..."

Thyls laughed with him, hesitating, and suffocated a word in pain:

"Together..."

"Discuss historical topics?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Thales had the urge to slap himself to death.

Faced with Putila's puzzled expression, Thales cried and smiled ugly: "You know...we met in the library..."

Thyls felt his smile hurt, and rubbed his hands guiltily.

"She...is very good at history..."

Putila raised his eyebrows lightly, his eyes filled with a strange meaning-Thales thought it could be translated into one sentence:

You continue to make up.

Thyls looked at him awkwardly and guiltily.

After a few seconds, Putila sighed slowly.

"Well, about why you had to take the king's granddaughter into the bedroom late at night, and you got King Nunn's permission," Putila said with a deep smile: "I won't go into it."

Thyls smacked his face and smiled reluctantly to show his appreciation and understanding.

Then, Thales, who was relieved, began to talk about King Nunn's proposal.

After listening to the prince, Putila frowned deeply.

"That said, King Nunn has made up his mind to tie us to his chariot?"

"Continuing Walton's rule for him?"

Tyles nodded glumly.

"I will report to the country," Putila muttered: "From interest to position, this matter involves too much..."

"Also, the'Shield of Shadows', if they were also one of the ones who assassinated me under the fortress," Thales thought of Peffert in the duel, worried: "Although I know that because of the blood In the year, they will never die with us-but according to Puffett, do they have other purposes or accept other people's commissions?"

Putila's face darkened.

Scenes from twelve years ago appeared before his eyes.

"It's really not that simple." Finally, in front of Thales, Putila shook his head slowly: "According to the grand prince, they are going to kill you in order to'enter the main restoration palace', I'm afraid It's not just buying murder or hatred..."

"Especially after the Scarlet Year, the Shield of Deception has disappeared from the sphere of influence of the Star Kingdom and its allies for many years under heavy blows."

"But they still didn't give up, they chose to assassinate the last bloodline of the star in Exter..."

"Renaissance Palace...so are those things that took the throne again?" Thales scratched his head boredly: "Is it necessary to find another time, who is behind the assassins?"

Putilla stared at Thales' expression.

"No, this matter will bother your father and Secret Science. We will protect your safety." The deputy envoy of the stars who is good at observing words and colors shows a reassuring smile: "You have done enough tonight More, and good enough."

"The risk of war between the stars and Exeter...has disappeared, and the star kingdom is safe."

There was a movement in Thales's heart, and he looked at Putila.

"This is your achievement," the latter nodded slightly to him, his eyes full of encouragement and recognition: "I don't say much about this... Although I was full of prejudice against you before, you are indeed a Your Highness Competent."

Putila said slowly with a complicated and sorrowful expression: "Not every prince can go far beyond the border at this age to eliminate an inevitable military disaster for the country and his subjects. "

Tyles took a breath and slowly lowered his head.

Yes.

At least.

The mission of this mission is completed.

Despite the ups and downs of the process, it is still a surprise.

"Thank you, Putila," the prince looked up with a smile, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"If there is no you, no Edda, no Rolf and Wya...my journey, I am afraid it will end in the birch grove of stars."

"What's more, there are all this after arriving at Exeter and arriving at Longxiao City."

Putila chuckled softly.

"That is our mission."

"And you made this task more smooth, and the ending is complete," he nodded calmly, and curled his eyebrows: "Gilbert will be very pleased to see you now-back then, young King Midil-the prince sent to the north, but that was the case."

Thyls cocked his mouth, thinking of the elegant middle-aged uncle, then of the heroic and heroic Ms. Ji Ni, and of... the taciturn Yodel.

And the bits and pieces in Mindis Hall.

"Take a rest early," Putila pointed to the door of the room: "No accident, we can return to China in a few weeks."

Thyls nodded and pushed the door open.

"Also, the first batch of letter crows in the stars have arrived," Putila said with a smile: "One of them was written to you by Kilbert. I put it on the desk."

Thyls moved in his heart.

"Thank you." After experiencing the ups and downs in the Hall of Heroes before, his heart is now much settled, and he smiled and said: "The letter from the'Star Cunning Fox' is really exciting!"

Putila shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

"One more thing..."

Thyls looked back strangely.

I saw Putila hesitatingly said: "You know, your father was very romantic when he was young... understand... understandable and very early..."

Tyles narrowed his eyes, revealing doubts.

Putila opened his mouth, looked at Thales, and then at the door. Finally, he showed a worried expression and said in a low voice:

"But..."

"You are still too young after all, and you haven't grown up yet..."

Tyles' smile froze on his face.

Putillae blinked awkwardly: "Maybe wait a few more years?"

The answer to him was Thales relentlessly slamming the door.

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"Don't be afraid," Thales looked at the horrified little slippery head in front of him, sympathizing in his heart: "Here, they can't hurt you."

Little Slick hugged his knees seemingly involuntarily, and sat on the floor beside the bed, leaning against the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Her eyes fixed on the floor, her hands clasped the crude skirt.

This helpless scene reminded Thales of his past in the abandoned house—and the unfortunate beggars.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I have to be Miss Walton, am I?" Xiao Qiantou noticed his arrival, and said desperately: "It's like a dream..."

"Perhaps," Thales whispered: "No one can change the will of King Nunn."

Xiao Huan's head trembled, her eyes flushed, and her shoulders hugged helplessly.

At that moment, Thales only felt deeply sad.

This girl was involved in their dangerous game by the wave of fate.

He hesitated for a moment, and said:

"But this is not necessarily a bad thing..."

But Xiao Shuatou just lowered his head and began to mumble:

"In 1090 of the imperial calendar, the heir to the Duke of Farret in the province of Tatoris Mingues was suspected of being improperly descent, and the imperial lawman burned him to death in the capital of triumph... 552 in the end of the calendar. The Marquis of Libra of Mars, Glenfield was found to be an imposter. He was hung in the center of the square in the city in a carriage..."

Thyls heard his scalp numb.

"Stop!" he said loudly: "Now is not the time for you to use your memory!"

Slider stopped her voice, looked at him aggrievedly and pitifully, crying.

"Want to hear a secret?" Thales sighed: "A secret no one knows."

Slicker's expression slowly changed. She blinked and looked at him unexpectedly.

"You won't see it in any books—The Secret History of Star Princes." Thales sat down in front of her and shrugged.

Xiao Huatou's eyes lit up, he fixed his glasses and nodded.

"Do you know," Thales chuckled, recalling his past more than a month ago: "When I first became a prince, I was just like you, all day in fear."

"Become a prince?" Little Slick said strangely: "Aren't you born a prince?"

"No, I was born..." Thales hesitated, and said: "The **** who lived outside-until he was found back to the court."

Little Slick head showed a sudden look of "Oh".

"When they took me back," Thales smiled helplessly: "Everything is very unaccustomed."

"It feels weird to bite the food in my mouth, because I am used to eating brown bread-in winter, that thing is hard enough to kill people..." Thales raised his eyebrows:

"Also, the first time I drank a smelly liquid... Uh, maybe except for the smell, do you know what smelly water feels like..."

Little Slick grinned.

"The clothes I wore were too slippery and too soft. It always made me feel like I was naked, so I added three more buttons on the belt hoop. Although it hurts to walk, I always feel safer. To be more realistic-oh yes, the first night, I didn't even know how to wear pants..." Thales couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, remembering the ridiculous history.

Xiao Huatou listened intently, and gradually forgot the tear marks on his face.

"I have never walked on such a flat and smooth black stone ground. In the past, it was either a dirt road, a dirt road, or a masonry road... When I saw the study room was actually covered with wood..."

"Every night, lying on such a soft bed is a kind of torture. I feel suffocated under the quilt, so I can only go underground, hide in the corner, and sleep under my clothes..."

Thyls shook his head.

Little Slick looked at him sympathetically, blinked and nodded.

"But I can't sleep well. Instead, I went to Exeter. When I was camping in the wild, I slept better..."

"Gilbert is very strict and the course is very tight. He asked me to write two hundred words a day... By the twentieth day, he actually forced me too much to write a poem in ancient imperial language... "

"When I was in the carriage for the first time, I had to pick up the door handles on both sides so that I would not fall down..."

While talking, Thales himself became fascinated, and Xiao Huatou listened very carefully, echoing him from time to time.

When he told the story of being fell by the same pony fifty-eight times, Thales suddenly discovered:

Xiao Huatou has leaned against the bed, tilted her head to her right shoulder, and fell asleep.

Her glasses are tilted to one side and her head rests on the edge of the soft bed.

A pair of small hands are bent on the knees, resting on the chest, and the whole person heaves up and down with breathing.

The little girl's long platinum hair fell softly, and a few strands of her hair fell in her mouth, making her sleep soundly, and smashing her mouth from time to time.

Tyles looked at her falling asleep, smiled and shook his head slowly.

He gingerly pulled her long hair away and pulled the strands of hair out of her mouth.

Then pull down a corner of the cup and place it on Xiao Shuatou's body.

Thyls stood up and sighed slightly.

I hope she can get a good night's sleep.

Before becoming a Walton.

Thinking of this, Thales turned around in a low mood.

He came to the desk, climbed up the chair with all his might, and picked up the volume of Gilbert's letter on the table.

Thyls looked at the letter scroll, the familiar handwriting, and shook his head nostalgic. Then unfold the stationery.

That was a text message.

[His Royal Highness:

I hope you have reached Longxiao City safely.

We learned what happened to you on the road—Ms. Ji Ni was very worried about your safety and repeatedly asked me to inquire about your health.

Also let me express my concerns and concerns about you.

His Majesty has notified the lords of the northern and central regions along the way, and has taken note of the two commanders of the Broken Dragon Fortress. They will send patrol manpower and troops to ensure that the path to the birch forest is safe when you return.

The information and affairs related to the blood magician have been transferred to the Kingdom Secret Division for processing. Lord Morat personally assured me that they will handle it well.

His Majesty, in the name of the kingdom, has officially sent a letter across the sea to the kingdom of night, and has not received a reply from the Queen of Night.

In addition, after in-depth talks with His Majesty, Duke Jane Kevin Deere generously donated a high-yield bitumen deposit to the royal family recently, and increased the share of eternal oil transported to the central government, and agreed to transfer the South Bank The three barons leading to the north led to the transfer of jurisdiction to the royal family-Your Majesty often tells me that this is all thanks to your Highness (seeing this, Thales curled his lips).

His Majesty has commended Baron Araka and Lord Sutherley, and once again sent a number of additional troops to Broken Dragon Fortress, urging the nobles in the north, and instructing the two commanders to put the pressure on the black sand collar. As a solidarity with you and a protest against the rudeness of the Grand Duke of Lombard.

Let me express again, my concern about your accident in front of the fortress, and my gratification and joy-after learning that you are safe.

Nevertheless, I am fully aware that your Royal Highness is not easy after you enter Exeter, the real test and difficulty are just about to come.

For this, I must be the former Minister of Foreign Affairs and remind you of three important points:

First, Exeter’s political system is very different from ours. In addition to the status of king, King Nunn is the grand prince of Dragon City and the owner of the Walton family, Aix Special interests and Walton's interests are completely different to him-please pay special attention to this.

Secondly, although the great princes of Exter are strong and full of military strength, the relationship between the princes and the princes is quite complicated. From the actual interests to the past history, they are entangled and divided even more. Collar, I believe this is something you can use. For example, facing the stars and facing Longxiao City, the three great princes in the south have completely different interests, and the attitudes and interests of the three of them are different. Here, you may wish to humbly ask Lord Putille Nieman for advice. .

Thirdly, no matter what kind of predicament you face, please always firmly believe that you are the only heir to the throne of stars, the descendants of Tormund and even the imperial family. Starting from this, please do not worry about your safety. At the same time, please believe that King Nunn’s interests at this time are similar to ours. Regardless of prestige or strength, it is unmatched in the North. Therefore, trying our best to draw in and use him is our best strategy to direct his hatred towards Rumba. Grooming is the best practice. In order to quell the scourge of war, you might as well turn the conflict between the stars and the dragon into a contradiction between the king and the princes in Exeter. This is my suggestion.

The above is some of my experience, for your reference, and it is convenient for you to discuss the response plan with Putila. But I know that real politics and diplomacy are always swinging back and forth between plan and accident. Therefore, grasping the essence of things and adapting to changes is the truly clever approach—just like you are in the Hall of Stars. The performance is the same, and I have confidence in you.

One more thing, you asked me to send someone to search for the sunset bar on the Black Street in the Xiacheng District. The owner has changed a few days ago. The bartender and the children you mentioned seem to be completely gone. I suspect they have gone far to avoid disaster.

The specific situation may be learned with the help of the secret department's personnel-after all, we are not suitable for blatantly heading to the Xiacheng District in the name of the royal family to search. This will make many interested people guess your past, but it will be detrimental to them.

But please don’t worry, our people have received information that a girl who is very similar to the female bartender you mentioned has visited the Xicheng District Security Department not long ago, and I believe they will be found soon .

During Exter, please don't leave your homework behind. When you return, I want to test your sonnets.

In addition, Ms. Ji Ni said that you will continue to practice swords, and you must not relax. She will train you in real swords after you return (Tyers breathed out helplessly).

As the royal guardian, Miss Edda’s loyalty and strength are beyond doubt, but after all, she is not perfect, and there are still some ill-conceived places (Tyers can’t help but roll his eyes when seeing this, and Gilbert’s euphemism is admired), I hope you can take good care of yourself on the basis of other entourages filling in the gaps.

Let me express my concern and miss for you again, and wish you all the best in the future.

Your Majesty is very concerned about your safety and the smoothness of your journey. He missed you very much during the days you left (Thyls is sure that Gilbert added this sentence later).

——————————Your loyal friend and subordinate, Gilbert Casso

—————————— December 27, 672 of the Ending Calendar, in Yongxing City

Also: Yordel seems to ask me to greet you with a letter. 】

Tyles put down the letter paper, and the image of Gilbert holding a cane and bowing in a bowler hat appeared in front of him, as well as his vivid, respectful and decent appearance, and he couldn't help grinning.

He re-read Gilbert's three suggestions about Exter in the letter, and shook his head slightly: Gilbert probably didn't know that they had completed the task on the first day they arrived in Dragon City.

At the same time, Thales couldn’t help but worry about the disappearance of Yala, Cindy, Ryan and Corlia in the sunset bar, but after all Gilbert mentioned that Yala had appeared. Pull safe, then those beggars should be fine.

What's more, the Brotherhood has experienced an event as big as the Battle of Red Square Street, so it shouldn't have experienced a few beggars.

He exhaled, thinking of the past as a beggar, thinking of everyone in the sixth house, and was deeply moved.

Fate is impermanent, isn't it?

Like the little slippery head falling asleep behind him.

Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help but stretched his waist and let out a contented moan—this trip to Exter, to plan out those weird things, actually everything went well.

Behind him came the murmurs and mutters of the little slippery head in a dream.

The rest of Exter will be easier.

Thinking about this, Thales happily rolled up the letter paper.

At this moment, Thales was taken aback.

On the original letter paper, he found the second letter-probably because his attention was attracted by the letter paper, he didn't notice.

No, Thales picked up the thin dark blue double-layered hard paper and frowned: This is not a letter.

is an invitation.

Strange.

Thyls looked at the blue invitation questioningly and scratched his head.

On the cover of the invitation, there were only four words "To my dear friend" written in beautiful swashes-which reminded him of the treaty writing in Nicaru’s library , Also beautiful.

Tyles frowned slightly, looking at this strange invitation with hesitation.

However.

Even after the difficulties of tonight, what else should I be afraid of?

Thyls shook his head mockingly and opened the invitation without hesitation.

It's another beautiful scribble general text.

[Dear Thales:

We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I miss you so much.

Especially after trying so hard to find your whereabouts, and knowing that you have recovered your identity, I miss you, and I am happy for you from the bottom of my heart. I hope you can be here as a prince. In a period of time, I learned enough, good enough, broad enough, and deep enough knowledge.

After all, both Canxing and Carlosser are a great name.

The last time we met was so rushed and short-lived that many things I wanted to tell you didn’t have time to say-there is simply no word to express my regret about it.

It also reminds me of our common, flexible friend. I am glad that he did not come to the North with you, so I was able to send you this invitation~IndoMTL.com~Of course, I also miss him very much.

Up to this point, I really can’t wait to see you. I take the liberty to send you an invitation to meet you next time.

The location is up to you.

As for the time, it might be 15 minutes after you open the invitation, how about?

I wish you a happy mood.

Look forward to our upcoming meeting.

Also: referring to your complaint on Hongfang Street last time, I specially prepared invitations this time. I have adopted a star blue cover design that matches your family, and I hope it suits you.

—————— I met you on Red Square Street, long-lost old friends,

—————— You are faithful and sincere,

—————— Ashida Sackern

———————— Written just now]