Kingdom’s Bloodline

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"The undulating land you see is the Hills of Sighs, distributed on the western edge of the Mountains of Sighs-look, those mountains in the distance that are covered with snow and go straight into the clouds are the Mountains of Sighs." Tilai pointed to the towering peaks in the distance, and explained the geography of the Northland to Thales.

Thales raised his head, widened his vision, and exhaled hot air in the freezing environment.

"The Mountains of Sighs used to be the highest mountain range in the ancient empire era. It was connected to the Quigul Glacier in the north, longitudinally separated the Northland Province and the Eastern Wasteland Province in the northern part of the empire, and gradually extended southward to the north of the Greenheart Province. The current Xingchen East China Sea Territory is the fiefdom of the Duke of Culun. The dangers of the Sigh Mountains and the difficulty of climbing all make travelers daunted, so they can only bow their heads and sigh, hence the name." Putilai put down the pipe in his hand, and also bowed his head Sighing slightly, as if echoing his own words.

"When the ancient empire was still alive, this place was known as a place of exile and chaos. After the empire fell, the turmoil became even worse. Until a branch of elves moved to the mountains, they took root here for nearly three hundred years and came and went freely between the mountains. , became a self-contained kingdom in its heyday... After the War of the End, the northwest side of the Mountains of Sighs belonged to the West Land, and the Mountains of Sighs in the southeast belonged to the Humble Dynasty in the East Land."

Elves in the Mountains of Sighs? Wait, it seems that it was mentioned in the book "The End of the War: The Fall of the Earth"?

Speaking of "elf", Thales couldn't help but glanced at Ada behind him.

"What's wrong?" Ada noticed Thales' eyes, and spread her hands angrily: "I don't know how many generations of relatives those are, and I don't learn history well!"

Thales shook his head, turned back and continued to listen to Puttilai's explanation.

Can't count on this elf who can't even remember his own name.

Even if it is an extreme situation.

"...the precipitous Mountain Range of Sighs in the northwest stretches across the eastern part of Exeter and the Star Kingdom. The Reconstruction Tower of Grand Duke Trudida and the Lonely Old Tower of the Forrest Family of the Star Kingdom are located on the two peaks facing each other across the valley. They are all very afraid of each other, but they are both easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"The mountains extend to the north and south, and are the fiefdoms of the Grand Duke of Exeter Elk City and the Guardian Duke of the Star Cliff Territory respectively. The territories of Elk City and Xingchen Cliff are both faced with the dilemma that their territory is close to the End Sea, but there are only a few ports, and the few ports are located on the edge of the sea cliff..."

Puttilai took a sip of his pipe and looked at the distant mountains, showing a fascinated look.

"In the First and Second Continental Wars, across the End Sea, the coalition forces that invaded from the Eastern Continent all landed from the East China Sea Territory or the South Coast Territory of Xingchen. The ports on the east coast are all surrounded by steep, towering, easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack natural sea cliffs endowed by the Mountains of Sighs... Until the Third Continental War, the Eastern Army troops pretended to attack the East China Sea port of the stars, but unexpectedly attacked the coastline of Exeter , attacked the sea cliff with a small number of troops, and received the effect, finally broke through the Elk City, and went straight into Exeter's heart..."

Continental War?

Another question popped up in Thales' mind.

"The war started from the conflict between the two continents—such as the end of the whales in the sea. After the end of the war, we found that the eternal oil in their bodies is the best fuel, even better than charcoal," Puttilai answered his doubts :

"Fishing qualifications, quotas, areas and rest periods have always been the focus of disputes between the countries on both sides of the strait... These were the main issues during the four continental wars. Of course, after the third continental war, the political situation on both sides of the strait has changed too much. We and Exeter completely turned against each other, and Suye fell into the Eastern Continental Hegemony with Humble, finally, under the new policy of the wise lord Mindis III, we allied with Suye, and Exeter became close to Humble..."

"This has turned the Fourth Continental War, which began in 468 years of the Ending Calendar, into a veritable world war. The flames of war are no longer limited to one side's entanglement of forces, and cross-sea invasion of the other side.

But spread to every corner of the world. "

Thales thought of the smiling young king of the Three Kings of the Stars holding a stick in the Mindis Hall, his head engraved on the silver coin, and the burn scar on his chest, and then he thought of the pair of blood sisters in Corleone and the so-called "Starry Night" alliance".

Thales shook his head, driving these out of his head.

"Do you disapprove of Mindis's foreign policy?" the traverser asked kindly.

"That's not the case," Puttilai shook his head: "Alliance with Suye is the trend of the times—there is an old saying in the Far East, make good allies far away, and attack nearby enemies."

"Although the scale of the Fourth Continental War was huge and the price was heavy," Puttilai said slowly while pondering, "But in my opinion, the new political situation has also strengthened the connection and connection between the two continents, and a world war broke out. The conditions are all eliminated in the increasingly complex linkage situation, such as our western continental conflict with Exeter - from the Fourth Continental War to the present, we have not had a cross-continental war for two centuries, and we have enjoyed more than two hundred years Peace... In almost every century before that, we had a continental war after the contradictions between the two continents accumulated to the extreme."

Thales frowned—he always felt that with such a country's productivity and political system, the so-called continental war was a bit weird.

Cross-sea expedition to the mainland... How much mobilization and logistical supplies does this require? Can the price paid by the countries really be compensated by the eternal oil?

They looked forward from the soldiers on both sides of the road, and after a while, a village appeared in front of them.

Thales raised his eyes, and he found that the trees outside the village were tied with ropes, and many of them were tied with food, such as dried meat, bread, etc., and even prey such as deer, fox, and snow rabbit.

Is this a custom in the North?

"My soldiers have confirmed the safety of this village," at this time, the vassal of the Grand Duke of Lombard, the Viscount Kanda followed from behind, he passed the crowd, rode into the village, got off his horse, and handed the reins to a Soldier, "We will disband some conscripts whose hometown is nearby. You can take a break and have lunch in a tavern inside."

With the help of Rolf, Thales kicked off his mount, breathed a sigh of relief for being able to get rid of the horse temporarily, then raised his head full of interest, and observed the village beside the Leman Pass.

This was supposed to be a peaceful small village without walls, but now it was full of burly and well-armed men. Although most of the escort troops were stationed and rested before and after the village, Thales saw with his eyes that under the eaves of the one-story houses built of bricks, wood, earth and stones, there were still bustling soldiers from the Northland coming and going.

But what's special is that these soldiers didn't seem to disturb the cleanliness of the village. They mingled with the village men and women dressed in sackcloth and thick jackets, especially in the square area of ​​the village, which was already full of soldiers and villagers at the moment. sky.

"I'm going to beat you this time, Cronton!" There were two people sitting at a large wooden table that seemed to usually sell goods. A villager-like man vigorously smashed the table full of wine glasses, looking at a Not to be outdone, the soldier shouted, "I can drink ten cups in one minute!"

"We know you're bragging right now." The soldier dropped his axe, took off his breastplate, and slammed the table in frustration, "Whoever wins can get Arosha's wreath!"

A circle of onlookers booed enthusiastically, and a young girl carrying a basket of flowers laughed heartily.

"What nonsense!" She put down the flower basket, lifted her skirt and sat down boldly, and joined the round table drinking party: "Only those who can drink well with me can get my wreath!"

Thales couldn't help chuckling. At that moment, he even forgot a little that it was these Exeter soldiers who fought against his guards on the battlefield and killed each other.

Different from the well-behaved philistine society that Thales came into contact with in Yongxing City, the society with distinct class status, the rhythm of this rural village in Exeter appears wild and brisk, the atmosphere is warm and relaxed, and the villagers are basically tall and strong A native of the Northland, he has a rough appearance and a bright smile.

"Hey, Tuleha, how long are we going to stay here?" A bearded soldier with the appearance of a senior officer shouted at them with a warhammer in one hand and a wooden wine glass in the other: "Please, please tell me that I can stay overnight!"

"Leave in the afternoon," Tuleha shouted back dissatisfiedly: "Before then, tighten your pants for me, iron-headed Quoc!"

"It's a pity," the bearded officer took a sip of wine with a disappointed face, and the wine flowed down his beard, and muttered, "I remember that there was a beautiful cook at the Hero's Tavern..."

Thales didn't care about pointing at the soldiers and villagers on the side of the road, and there was no shortage of contemptuous and malicious eyes. He followed Kanda and Tuleha all the way forward, followed by the people of the mission.

"The way you confirm safety is to let the soldiers enter the village and drink with the villagers?" Looking at the soldiers from the Northland who passed by, arming their shoulders with the villagers and laughing heartily, the prince's young attendant, Huai Ya Ka Suo pressed the sword on his waist vigilantly, not approving: "If I were an assassin, I would mix among these villagers."

"Don't be too nervous, it's not the stars here, it's Exeter!" Viscount Kanda laughed and said, "This village is almost full of retired veterans, and they can be trusted... In fact, out of honor and dignity, between them , the prince who is a guest will only be safer."

Wyah shrugged and curled his lips to express his doubts.

"Don't worry," Thales nodded to his attendant: "The soldiers have all scattered and infiltrated the village. Even if they are assassins, they have to consider the possibility and cost of a violent assassination."

"This is Aikou Village, isn't it?" Puttilai looked around nostalgicly: "I remember there is a tavern here, and the owner in it is very famous..."

"The Hero's Tavern, a tavern opened by a retired veteran thirty years ago," Tuleha said plainly, "and the rye wine inside is famous far and wide."

Hao looked around Thales, followed Kanda and Tuleha to a larger stone house, and a huge wine glass sign was hung on the door of the stone house. The Flaming Knight pushed open two doors and walked into the Hero Tavern, which was full of people.

Thales followed into the warm stone house, leaving the cold behind, watching the tavern full of guests quiet down instantly, many people turned their eyes to them, Thales recognized that many of the guests were soldiers from the Northland, Apparently just arrived here not long ago.

But a few seconds later, the tavern regained its warm atmosphere, as if only a few ordinary people came in.

"You didn't clear the tavern," Wyatt said with a frown, "Then His Highness..."

A rough and old voice sounded like an explosion:

"Boy, this is my tavern," a frowning, silver-haired, stout old man leaned on the wooden bar with his elbows, and said with a disdainful expression:

"Whether it's a king, a priest, a foreigner, or even a god, no one can drive away my guests here!"

Wyatt frowned.

The old man then squinted his eyes and lowered his head to look at Thales, showing a strange expression: "You have a lot of people... I only entertain guests who pay for wine."

Thales smiled at him.

The traveler couldn't help noticing that although the vicissitudes of life in front of him were a bit older, at least over sixty, his arm muscles were still well developed, his waist was thick and straight, and his eyes were direct and fierce.

"Caslan! Don't worry about the number of people and the money for the drinks!" Kanda laughed, sat down at the bar unceremoniously, and took out a money bag, "We have a small golden disc with the head of Nakaru here...By the way , Grand Duke Heisha asked me to say hello to you!"

Thales' eyes moved: A retired veteran, an ordinary tavern owner, can let Grand Duke Heisha intervene in person?

But Kanda obviously didn't get the response he deserved.

"Each glass of rye wine is six Exeter coppers, and the price for nobles is sixty," the old man Caslan, the owner of the tavern, glanced at the money bag with a cold expression, and then pushed it back, snorting coldly : "Also, I don't accept gold coins."

"Especially the gold coin from that kinslayer Rumba."

Kanda's face froze suddenly.

Thales was also shocked: Killing relatives?

Kanda spread his hands towards Tuleha behind him, showing a helpless expression.

"It was a duel of succession according to ancient rituals." Tuleha came forward, calmly took out a bag full of Exeter copper coins and silver coins, and said lightly: "The Grand Duke defeated his elder brother, That's all... the casualties were accidental."

"Let him argue as he pleases, kinslaughter is kinslaughter!" the old man Kaslan accepted the purse with disdain, "As for the so-called ancient rituals of dueling...that was something used by the imperial people to make us kill each other .”

Grand Duke Heisha killed his elder brother and seized the right of succession, following what seems to be some kind of duel ceremony in the ancient empire?

Thales silently took this information into his heart.

And... Thales looked at the rough old man in front of him: The identity of the tavern owner is not simple, and he doesn't seem to be in the same position as Rumba.

Maybe some intel can be gleaned from here?

"So one, two, three... six, seven, eight..." Caslan weighed the money bag, counting the number of people in front of him.

"Wait!" Thales had an idea, and said at the right time: "The Grand Duke of Black Sand belongs to them, but we pay for the few of us... We have, uh, about a dozen people..."

Kaslan's eyes rolled, and he noticed Thales who couldn't even reach the bar.

Kanda frowned and looked at Thales thoughtfully.

Thales nodded to Putillai, who raised his brows, then walked forward and grabbed a few silver coins.

"Ah, I recognize this avatar... The King of the Oath Keeper, is Midil?" Kaslan took the silver coin, carefully studied the pattern on the face, then raised his head, smiled and showed his yellow teeth: "You come from empire?"

"No," Thales smiled and shook his head: "We come from the stars."

The face of Huai Ya beside him changed, while Putilei was thoughtful.

"I see, kid, you are the prince of the stars... come to apologize." Kaslan stared straight at him: "It's really a long journey."

Thales shrugged.

"Okay," Kaslan snorted, "it doesn't make sense to have trouble with money."

"Hey!" Kanda protested, "Isn't the gold coin of Grand Duke Lumba money?"

"Hey, Bryn!" The owner of the Hero Tavern ignored His Excellency the Viscount. He let go of his voice and knocked on the wooden window behind him: "Twenty glasses of ale...ordinary will do!"

A tall, black-haired man in his thirties walked out from behind the bar. He had a burn scar on his left face, and he snorted coldly.

The tavern buddy raised a thin wooden stick with a displeased face, turned to the cabinet at the back, shook his arm, and skillfully strung up the ears of a dozen wooden wine glasses, pulling them up like a skewer.

His arm shook again, and more than a dozen cups hit the bar counter together. Bryin deftly pulled out the wooden stick, then picked up a large wooden wine barrel, and began to pour wine into a row of wine glasses. While pouring, he watched the crowd with an unfriendly expression, and gave Thales a hard look.

"It's not something you can do with your arms." Wyatt looked at the guy's movements, his expression moved, and he said in a low voice, "I bet, he's a master with a sword."

"Don't be surprised," Kaslan laughed, "The guys here are all old soldiers who have been in the army..."

"Of course, the Hero Tavern," Tuleha said indifferently: "The distribution center for retired soldiers from the Northland."

Thales found sadly that he couldn't even reach the chairs at the bar, and it was too embarrassing to speak directly in full view.

At this time, it is very important to have a guard who can sign language.

Rolf hugged Thales to the high chair at the bar (the servant Wyatt who found out that he was unemployed again frowned again), Kanda and Putile sat down on the left and right sides of him, Xingchen and Exter's The people were divided into two distinct groups, and they sat down at two round tables, and the soldiers stared at each other covetously.

"My God," Willow looked at the boisterous Northland drinkers around, and said brightly, "I've never been to a place so far away to drink."

"Hold your guns," veteran Genard said with a frown, "Maybe when they will pounce."

"Mr. Kaslan," Thales curled his lips, using his memory to talk to people: "When did you open the Hero Tavern? Why is it called that?"

"Thirty years," Caslan lazily watched as Bryin filled his wine glass, then brought three of the glasses to the bar, and asked Bryin to serve the others: "Going home after being injured and retired Opened a tavern... As for why it is called the Hero's Tavern, hey, my mother-in-law chose a boring name."

"By the way," Thales touched the wooden wine glass half as tall as his own head, and rationally decided not to touch it: "When I entered the village, I found that the trees at the door were tied with various kinds of food. What's going on? ?”

"The extreme cold is coming," Kaslan yawned, and took a few plates of brown bread that didn't look very appetizing: "It's a gift from the mountains."

Tuleha and Kanda both picked up the black bread as usual, and gnawed the ale into their mouths. The latter still had a look on his face, looking at Wyatt, who was sad and unable to speak.

"It's better to eat more," Kanda said flatly, "We have to go on the road in the afternoon...we will camp in the evening."

The pampered star people... Kanda smiled lightly: This is the signboard of the Hero Tavern, the common coarse grains of the villagers in the Northland.

Huai Ya frowned and looked at the black bread in front of him.

Puttilai sighed and grabbed the bread—it seems that this is the food for this afternoon.

It was probably Kanda's deliberate move to test the prince's attitude, or revenge for the prince's indifference, one of the two.

But then, everyone was surprised to see that the noble second prince of the stars, His Highness Thales Canxing, grabbed a piece of thick and hard black bread with both hands...

Then he took a bite without hesitation.

That expression seems to be eating not unpalatable black bread, but

"A gift from the mountains?" Thales chewed the hard bread in his mouth, and asked vaguely: "It's extremely cold?"

Well, the taste is actually not bad, you just need to grind it and bite it to bite it apart... Unlike the black bread in the brotherhood, when it is bad, it has to be baked with fire.

Kaslan's expression changed, and he looked at Thales more and more interestingly.

"The extreme cold is the unique weather in the Northland. At that time, the Northland will usher in the coldest time of the year, and the sunshine time will be shortened sharply. People who go out must wear extremely thick leather jackets and bring sufficient fire supplies. You can’t leave too far away, and the time for daily outdoor activities will be compressed to less than three hours.” Puttilai looked at Thales, who was eating with gusto, with strange eyes.

I have developed a pair of hard teeth and a good appetite because I have been traveling all the year round... But His Royal Highness, he...

Huai Ya took a bite of the bread with a bitter face, and felt nauseous, but seeing Rolf next to him also enjoying it, he immediately rekindled his appetite and fighting spirit.

"The extremely cold weather can range from a few weeks to a month," Puttilai continued, "As for the gifts of the mountains..."

"That's a gift for the gods," the tavern owner, the old man Caslan chuckled, and took over the conversation: "The first prey you hunt today, the first food you touch, hang on the treetop, and it belongs to the gods." ...Only travelers who have to go out during the extreme cold can take it, it is for the favor from the gods."

"God..." Thales swallowed the bread: "Which god is it, the setting sun, the bright moon, and the dark night?"

In his memory, the more famous gods in Eternal Star City who have their own temples seem to be these three.

But Kaslan smiled: "Neither, what we commemorate are the gods passed down from ancient times in the Northland and even the world, the generous gods who watch over the land and mountains and protect the travelers in the wild,"

"People call it..."

"Lord of the mountains."

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Kingdom of Stars, West Ring District of Eternal Star City, entrance of West City Security Office.

"Sorry, Captain Cohen Karajan took a month's long leave." The secretary of the West City Security Department, Ms. Qiao La looked at the young brown short-haired girl indifferently: "I mean, at least a month."

grow taller than me.

I have long legs.

My ass is up.

Miss Jorah thought irritably.

Fortunately, she has big breasts.

Immediately, Miss Jolla stood up proudly, brushed her long red hair over her head, and said proudly: "If you want to find him, you can leave a message... I see him often, so I can pass it to him for you. "

and.

Not as feminine as I am.

Looks like a boy.

Miss Qiaola looked at the brown-haired woman in front of her, only to see that she frowned slowly, and said, "Is that so, he's not here..."

Well, she also speaks in a rough voice... not at all like a woman.

Miss Jolla thought so, and immediately felt much better.

Well, that's a duck voice... She never admits that it's "heroic".

The woman with short brown hair was silent for a while, looking at Miss Jolla quietly.

Miss Jolla felt a little embarrassed.

The brown-haired girl then lowered her head, looked at the emblem of the twin towers and long swords on her right hand, and smiled.

"Okay then, please leave him a message," the brown-haired girl looked at Miss Jora's expression, and said with a playful smile, "Say..."

Under the impatient eyes of Miss Secretary, the brown-haired girl licked her lips.

"The woman lying in his arms that day on Hongfang Street missed him."

Miss Jolla's expression changed, as if struck by lightning.

Red Square Street...

lying on...

In his arms...

woman……

miss him……

Miss Jolla stared in disbelief, frowning, looking at the woman in front of her with an expression of uncertainty.

how come.

this woman?

With the handsome Captain Cohen...

Actually...

Yara Surriton chuckled.

"Hahaha……"

"Okay, I'm just kidding," the descendant of Assassin's Flower rubbed his belly while waving his hands with a smile under Miss Secretary's murderous gaze, "I've only met that blond-haired green... police officer once."

Just saved his life by the way.

"You like him, you have a crush on him, you love him to death, you want to have children for him or something," Yala shook her head under Miss Secretary's strange eyes again: "I don't even care...I'm not you competitors or rivals in love, but only to ask him for a favor."

"Don't worry...he's not my type yet." The former female bartender smiled brightly.

Miss Secretary blushed in a rare way.

Looking at Yala's sincere eyes, she was at a loss for a while, speechless.

The silence lasted for ten seconds.

Miss Jorah finally let out a breath.

"Okay," Miss Jolla turned her head in embarrassment, the blush on her face hadn't disappeared, she said helplessly: "In fact, Captain Cohen...he has returned to the Tower of the End, and we can use the raven to contact him here. You could write him a letter and..."

Yala smiled.

"Okay, I'll write to him," the young former bartender nodded, thinking about something: "Thank you, Miss Jolla."

"Actually, if it's not too troublesome," Miss Secretary said with some embarrassment, "maybe I can help you too. After all, you are Cohen's friend..."

"...Although I, I am just a secretary of the department, but I still know many people... For example, my brother is serving the royal family, he can contact many important people..."

That way you don't have to go to Captain Korn.

Miss Jolla silently clenched her fists in her heart: Do you think it's over to say that you don't like him?

Are you kidding me...

Don't underestimate women's persistence, whether it's your own or your rival's!

Yala looked at Jorah in surprise, and then broke into a smile.

"You can't help me with this," Yala shook her head helplessly, "You're too..."

Yala stopped talking suddenly, she remembered something.

Miss Jorah looked expectantly.

"Maybe you can really help me," she said slowly, "Jorah, you are the secretary of the security department, whether it is a case, wanted, or intelligence, you can see it, can you help me pay attention to some information? "

Miss Jolla smiled, and she nodded: "Of course, if it's not confidential... what do you want to know?"

Yala exhaled, and said in a low voice: "I want to find out where Xingchen went abroad in the past few years, where a large number of arms smuggling cases took place... especially those related to the Brotherhood of the Black Street... There is a guy named Rhoda ..."

Miss Jolla took out a pen and paper.

"Also," Yala hesitated, and finally said: "I still want to find three children...the characteristics are obvious, they are likely to be abducted by the Brotherhood, but they are not in Yongxing City..."

Miss Jorah looked up strangely.

"A ten-year-old boy named Cindy, who is generally bigger than children."

"A little girl with a round scald on her face, named Kolya, about four or five years old."

"A seven or eight-year-old boy named Ryan, without a right hand."

"These?" Miss Jolla nodded, "I'll go back and read the recent notice on combating human trafficking..."

"Wait," Yala raised her head and said seriously, "I'm looking for another little boy."

"He disappeared near Hongfang Street, and he probably fell into the hands of the Blood Bottle Gang."

"Black hair, gray eyes, seven or eight years old."

"He's a..." Yala's eyes darkened:

"Not a normal kid's...kid."

Miss Jorah looked up in surprise.

"He's a little too smart and mature." Yala continued to explain with lowered eyebrows.

"Really, precocious child," the secretary shrugged, lowered her head and continued to take notes:

"My brother said he had seen two similar children - a boy and a girl."

"Well, anyway, I'll keep an eye out for you."

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