Kingdom’s Bloodline

After Thales tried every means to evade the glass of rye alcohol, he was relieved under the eyes of old Caslan who felt extremely sorry.

After they rested for a quarter of an hour, Viscount Canbida turned his head and nodded to the Flame Knight Tuleha.

"Get ready!" Tuleha ordered to his soldiers: "We are ready to go! We have to arrive at Welland before tomorrow night!"

Hearing the officer's words, Exeter's officers and soldiers got up together, left money for the drinks, and walked out of the tavern.

Everyone in the stars looked at Thales.

Thales glanced at Puttilai, shrugged, and jumped off the bar.

But just as he waved to the old man Kaslan, he was about to leave.

"Little devil, wait!"

Kaslan left the bar and walked in front of Thales.

It was only then that Thales realized that this old man, Caslan's figure was extremely tall, almost seven feet tall, and he had to raise his neck to an angle that could not be higher, so that he could barely look up at him.

Fortunately, Kaslan knelt down in front of him.

"You're going to apologize in front of King Nunn, aren't you?" Old Caslan said slowly, "And I've also heard that it's to repay Prince Moral for his misfortune in the stars."

"Yeah," Thales exhaled, "Let's see if King Nun is interested in my head."

Kaslan looked at him slightly.

"When I was your age," the old man sighed, "I would only follow my brother's ass and chase sparrows."

Thales smiled slightly.

But before Thales could speak, Kaslan said to himself: "Damn, messy aristocratic political conspiracy, they never show mercy, don't they?"

"It doesn't matter if you are seven or seventeen...God knows how Prince Moral died. It's a pity, he was a good boy."

"This..." Thales showed a surprised expression: "Thank you for your understanding...Mr. Kaslan..."

"Listen," Caslan said lightly:

"I served under Nuln,

To some extent, I am familiar with him. "

This tavern owner knows King Nun?

Thales was slightly taken aback, and he turned to look at Cambida not far away.

Why did they bring themselves here? Is it really for a break?

Kaslan sighed softly: "He was a good king when he was young, a standard Walton burly man."

"I still remember the scene where Nunn Walton stood at the Thirty-eight Watch and swung the chain hammer at the incoming orcs."

"At that time, he was generous, tolerant and fair, and he could personally stop the orc's ax for an unknown soldier—every warrior thought he was proud to die."

"Oh?" Thales' eyes lit up: "That's good, it looks like, at least he won't be a king who ordered my head to be cut off every now and then."

"But people change."

Old Kaslan exhaled, his eyes became blurred and wandering: "Nun is also a human being, he will grow old, and he will be confused by slander and teasing, and will be swayed by lust and impulse one day."

"Although he has the blood of Necaru Ax, he is not a perfect dragon or a hero after all."

"Especially... he is also a father who lost his son."

Thales couldn't help being taken aback.

Kaslan lowered his head and stared at Thales closely: "Be careful, the second prince of the stars."

"Exter takes the dragon as its banner, but for six hundred years, we have only worshiped the power of the dragon, learned the pride of the dragon, and left the wisdom and wisdom of the dragon behind."

"Although we claim to be the sons and daughters of the north wind and the dragon, the shackles of the empire we carry on our bodies are no less than the stars."

"What do you mean?" Thales widened his eyes: "You mean: Exter's domestic situation may be worse than imagined?"

"Son, take care." Kaslan just shook his head, and lightly put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Since you gave the money but didn't drink, then this is my advice to you."

Thales could only spread his hands: "Thank you for your advice..."

Unfortunately, it doesn't help.

What should come will still come.

No matter what, he had to face Nun VII.

"By the way," Kaslan hesitated for a while, then let out a breath suddenly, and said with a smile, "If you encounter some irreversible crisis in Exeter...even King Nunn can't save you..."

King Nun can't save me?

Thales was suspicious: what does this mean?

"There is a butcher's shop on the westbound road of Dragon Clouds City, the sign is a dagger," Kaslan snorted, and whispered under Thales' frowning expression: "The boss is a Far Easterner named Gu. He owed me a favor back then, he was a daring guy who often dared to do things that violated the law."

"If you want to ask him for help—just say 'six and a half.'"

Under Thales' surprised eyes, the old man Kaslan slapped him hard again on the shoulder!

The second prince staggered again.

In the eyes of the grinning Thales, the old man in front of him stood up slowly, and laughed boldly:

"Next time you come, remember to drink my rye wine!"

"That's the symbol of a man!"

Before Puttilai showed his murderous eyes, Thales smiled awkwardly and left.

Cambida frowned, watching Thales and Xingchen go away.

Then he walked slowly to the bar and turned to old man Caslan.

"You see, the next king of the stars," Cambida's eyes radiated cold light: "you see how different he is, his maturity has changed—what were we doing when we were seven years old? What were you doing when you were young?"

"Well," the old man Caslan stared at the door of the tavern, and said slowly, "The kid's eyes are indeed different from other people's."

In the child's eyes, he saw no awe or nervousness, only interest and curiosity.

There is also a mysterious self-confidence and firmness, as if it has never wavered.

This is not the look that a frightened child who is thousands of miles away from home should have.

"This is the next opponent that Exeter will face... I am almost sure that when he grows up, he will become Exeter's great enemy." Cambida raised the corner of his mouth and knocked on the bar : "Unfortunately, the Grand Duke cannot directly attack him."

"When did we northerners become cowards that even seven-year-olds are calculating and afraid of?" Kaslan said in a low voice with disdain: "Maintaining the country amidst conspiracy and fear... this is what a precarious empire can do." matter."

"Of course," the counselor of the Grand Duke of Lombard said softly, "For this reason, we need a better king, not an old, fatuous corpse and a vegetarian, nor a youngster with a hot blood and a brain."

"Hmph," Kaslan grabbed two wine glasses and put them in the back kitchen window, "So Charmain Rumba is really a good candidate?"

"I believe that you still love Exeter and the kingdom of dragons deeply," Canbida looked at him firmly, "even though His Majesty Nunn kicked you out of the White Blade Guard."

"Hey!" The old man seemed particularly unconvinced by this sentence: "Nunn didn't drive me away!"

"I left by myself!"

Cambida didn't speak, just stared at the old man.

Really?

After a few seconds, he said slowly:

"So you still don't agree?"

"Ha!" Kaslan shook his head mockingly: "I'm just a tavern owner, what can I promise?"

"'Caslan the Earthshaker', as the previous leader of the White Blade Guard, your reputation is still spreading among them, and your story is still being told in the Thirty-eight Sentinels." Cambida said slowly : "As long as you say a word..."

"Why, you want me to use my influence and connections to persuade my old subordinates to side with Charmain?" Caslan snorted disdainfully.

"I believe you will make the choice that is most beneficial to Exeter," Cambida said calmly, but with sharp eyes, looking straight at the old man Caslan:

"Caslan Rumba..."

"After all, you are the uncle of His Royal Highness."

Caslan looked up sharply.

"He's still the most famous commander of the White Blade Guard since the founding of Exeter." Cambida said lightly.

"You are not destined to be alone in the coming storm."

Of course, it may not only "convince the old subordinates", but may go further.

Cambida thought silently: After all, the White Blade Guards are the king's personal guards, responsible for the personal safety of Exeter and the king...

"You know what this reminds me of?" Kaslan interrupted his thoughts.

Cambida smiled politely.

The old man looked at him coldly.

"Queso Rumba was requested by the empire to persuade his hometown people to cooperate with the empire, pay taxes obediently, and stop resisting."

"If I say no, will that kid Charman want me to be exiled to the Reconstruction Tower?"

Cambida frowned.

"You just go back and tell my nephew:" Kaslan said slowly, but firmly:

"Fuck the Rumba."

"Well," Cambida sighed and shook his head unsurprisingly: "Then at least you should be able to do a second favor."

Kaslan snorted coldly: "You always care about your interests, don't you?"

"This time," Cambida narrowed his eyes, "it has something to do with that prince."

Kaslan put away a few cups again, ignoring His Excellency the Viscount.

"Someone in Exeter wanted to assassinate that prince—whether it was to blame the Grand Duke or to disrupt the situation," Cambida said with a dark face: "They even activated the officers lurking in our magic gun unit spy."

"You know I hate these dirty politics the most," Kaslan raised his head and said unceremoniously, "I don't want to know anything..."

"The next thing is related to you," Cambida interrupted him in a deep voice: "The Grand Duke sent a letter yesterday. We found the officer's spy's clue in the black market, but it was cut off halfway."

"What's none of my business?" Kaslan said rudely.

"Those who cut off the clues halfway used the sword style of the Tower of Ending, using an unusual power of ending!" "And they are definitely not from the Tower of Ending."

Kaslan was taken aback.

"Go on," the old man became solemn: "What power of end?"

"I know you'll care..." Cambida said sharply, "It's the frenzied and out-of-control power of the end that you mentioned a long time ago... I remember you are still working for the Tower of End?"

"It's just to repay Shao's favor," Kaslan's eyes showed nostalgia: "After all, how many years have I been graduated..."

But then he looked at Cambida seriously: "What else?"

"Our ultra-level finisher swordsman, Croaish—remember, he is the daughter of your comrade-in-arms, that strong little girl—was seriously injured at their hands, almost dying."

"She was the only one who escaped back."

Kaslan clenched his hands.

"The clues we are pursuing are broken, and the only clues are those strange powers of termination..." Canbida said sincerely: "We need your help... even if it is for the Tower of Termination, not for Luba. "

"The person who is as famous as the 'Grey Sword Guard' Shao, the pride of the Tower of the End, the pride of the White Blade Guard - 'Earth Shaker' Kaslan Rumba."

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A few days later, the Tower of the End, the lounge of the House of Inheritance.

"We can be sure that the sword of disaster does not have a complete inheritance of the northern military swordsmanship," one of the inheritors of the extreme world, Jedi Taffner, sat on the table and said to his students: "Even if it is outdated , after all, it is a set of swordsmanship refined by countless swordsmen and mages... and the House of Inheritance has the most complete security system."

"We can start here..."

"Okay, okay...you continue to look for books here, Jedi."

Cohen Karabyan leaned against the table with a tired look, knocked on the table legs, and rubbed his red eyes: "I can't stand it anyway-but I will remember this good time, sneaking with the teacher every night The day you enter the library of truth..."

Jedi's face suddenly darkened.

"Are you going to give up?" His teacher said angrily, "The pursuit of the sword of disaster?"

"It's not about giving up," the blond security officer, Cohen said angrily, "but do you know how many books there are in the library of truth?"

"Then, I just received a letter from a beautiful woman yesterday..." Cohen yawned regardless of Jedi's uneasy expression, "I have to pay back the favor."

Yala.

Is this her name?

Cohen touched the letter in his arms and smiled.

That cool double-knife girl.

However, at this moment, a stern and cold old voice came from behind the master and apprentice.

"Jedi Taffner."

"Korn Karabyan."

Both Jedi and Cohen trembled together!

"Plop!" Jedi jumped off the table in embarrassment, and accidentally fell to the ground.

"Boom!" Cohen jumped up from the ground nervously, and hit the table with his head.

The two were in a hurry, one rubbed his knees and twisted his face, and the other scratched his scalp and grinned.

They stood up with difficulty, tried their best to stand up straight, showed the most obedient and friendly smiles, and looked at the gray-haired old man from the Far East with a sword hanging from his waist and a cold face who appeared at some time.

"Ah! Shao! When did you come back? They all said that you went to the Valley of Edges to inspect..." This is the inheritor of the Tower of the End, Jedi Taffner, who raised his hands and bowed with a smile on his face.

"Master Shao! Oh, I'm going to be the first to visit you when I come back this time, and I even brought you special products from the stars..." This is the star kingdom's security officer and city defense captain, Keen, rubbing his hands and looking flattering. Karabyan.

But the gray-haired old man—Shao ​​ignored their smiles.

"The table in the lounge is not for dancing." Shao stared at the flattering Jedi, and his cold voice made Jedi's smile even more awkward: "The inheritors must set a good example!"

"Of course, of course." Jedi Taffner nodded humbly and sincerely.

Then, he turned to Cohen, whose iron-like serious face made the latter tremble in fright: "Since there are chairs, don't sit on the ground."

"Well, yes, yes." Cohen listened to the instruction seriously.

The two smiled and nodded again and again, as respectful as they could be.

Just kidding, this is the Tower Master of the Tower of Ending—Grey Sword Guard!

The lightest punishment he gave to a student was standing on his head for ten hours!

And crimes worthy of the lightest punishment—for example: walking with too much stride and bad manners!

Gray Sword Guard stared at them coldly.

Jedi and Cohen stood taller than the other.

Fortunately, Shao finally just snorted and didn't say anything else.

The two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Until Shao said the next sentence.

"I heard," Shao said slowly, "you have sneaked into the Truth Library in the past few days—many times?"

Jedi and Cohen petrified in place at the same time.

"This... let me explain," Jedi smiled awkwardly, "Well... you just happened to be away, and Cohen found some clues about the 'Sword of Disaster', so..."

"This is for the Tower of Terminus, for the 'Scavenger'," Cohen used the phrases he learned in the security hall, and patted his chest righteously: "We are for the 'Sword of Disaster'..."

But Shao's serious and deep voice rose slowly, interrupting them.

"Very good." Gray Sword Guard said with a serious expression, "Korn Karabyan."

Cohen immediately raised his head solemnly and stood up straight.

"Go to Exeter right away," Shao said slowly, "There is an old friend named Kaslan who needs help."

"Huh? Kaslan?" This is Jadi, and he looked at Shao in surprise: "You mean that drunken Northland uncle who uses a sword as an axe?"

Shao turned to him, his cold gaze forced Jedi to keep silent.

"But..." Cohen touched his head in embarrassment: "I have to go back to Xingchen to help my friend first..."

"Crowey, remember, your contemporaries," Shao said in a deep voice, "She was wounded by the sword of disaster... It is very likely that she will never be able to use the sword again in this life."

Cohen looked up, stunned.

Croythe...

In his eyes, there was a girl with a round cut head who was suffering under the scorching sun, holding a sword and gritting her teeth.

And her white teeth.

"Okay," the security officer turned around without hesitation, and firmly said to the two inheritors, "I'll go get ready right away... How serious is the situation? Do I need to bring the family's private soldiers?"

"Take the private soldiers of the star nobles into Exeter territory," Jedi said in a deep voice, "Have you lost your mind?"

Cohen nodded suddenly.

"You won't be the only one," Shao said in a deep voice, "There is another person who will meet you on the road... She just joined the 'Clearers' recently."

Cohen was taken aback for a moment.

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Broken Dragon Fortress,.

"Be careful on the road. Although the Rumba has withdrawn and the war has not yet started, it is Exeter after all." Sonia Sutherley, the flower of the fortress, looked at Miranda Arend who was ready to go, and said with a chuckle: " Although I really want to suggest that you bring those private soldiers of the Arend family..."

"This is the border between the two countries," Miranda said softly, "It is impossible to cross with troops."

not to mention……

Aaron De...

Miranda squeezed the white eagle emblem on her cuff tightly.

Seeing the appearance of her subordinates, Fortress Flower sighed: "It's good to go out and hide for a while, after all, your uncles and brothers from the Arend family are really annoying..."

Miranda bit her lip and said nothing.

"This is not to escape." She said lightly.

"Okay, okay." Sonia held the subordinate's shoulders helplessly: "This is for friends, right..."

Miranda patted the white sword hilt on her waist lightly, and nodded.

Crowey.

The girl who never gives up.

"We are studying under the same teacher," the daughter of the Duke of Allende said coldly: "When she is in trouble, I must be by her side."

There are not many things left in this world.

It must be cherished.

Miranda recalled the brisk and bright white-clothed figure in his memory, as well as his always cheerful and optimistic tone.

The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

She turned and stepped into the stirrups.

"Don't worry, sir, I'm not some helpless little cat."

"Besides, I'm not fighting alone," Miranda Arend nodded at Sonia on the horse, "An old friend will go with me."

"I'll be back when the matter is settled."

She flicked the reins and galloped out of the gates of the fortress.

Sonia looked at the back of Miranda who was going away, and the looming white eagle logo behind her, and sighed.

Is it really not for escape?