Kingdom’s Bloodline

Dragon Clouds City, West Chi Avenue.

"I...I'm here!" A young man arrived at a butcher's shop while running, panting against the wall: "Prince Xingchen is entering the city today, so I'll go..."

"Are you looking for your future mother-in-law again?" The butcher shop owner unceremoniously exposed his lies, and snorted, "That's why you're late today?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense... I'm just going to give some gifts," the young man's face flushed. "And Secia is not mine...my..."

"You're such an idiot, Kevin," the butcher shop owner looked at the red-faced Kevin with contempt, as if he had just come by, "It's not enough to just send small gifts every now and then, you have to confess boldly, do you understand confession!"

Hearing this, the young man Kevin scratched his hair in distress: "You don't know, she has a vicious father with a weird nickname, what is it called a belt... It is said that she is still on the watch at Glacier Watch." I've been. I don't think he'll ever allow his daughter to marry a... a..."

"A poor boy who runs errands in the gang of poor people?" The butcher shop owner chopped open a pork shin.

"Yes," Kevin slapped his hands and nodded sadly, "That's it!"

"That's like a man, go and find him face to face, talk to the father of your sweetheart!" The butcher shop owner had a fierce expression, and slashed his knife into the cutting board.

Kevin was startled, he opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time.

In the end, I still dejectedly put the three words "I dare not" into the bottom of my heart.

"Hmph, you coward," the butcher shop owner despised him with hatred and contempt: "Don't dare forget about it... What about your job?"

"Here you are." Kevin was sullen, and stuffed a ball of paper indifferently: "It is said that it is the reply letter from Boss Griveau."

The butcher shop owner took the ball of paper and watched Kevin leave in frustration.

"It's such a leisurely life," a brisk voice sounded from behind the butcher shop: "Slaughter, sell meat, and maybe help some stupid poor boys find love ideas."

The face of the butcher shop owner changed slightly.

He turned around and slammed the door of the butcher shop.

"Come visit me at this time," the butcher shop owner from the Far East, Gu, slowly turned around, spoke a common language with a northern accent, and whispered to the dark corner behind him: "I'm not afraid of being caught by the black people who may come back." Sword found?"

"After all, it's your idea to use fake news to keep him."

The young man in white—Raphael Lindbergh, showed his face from a dark corner, and smiled softly.

Gu lowered his eyelids, raising his heart like a prairie wolf.

Appearing so confidently, it seems that he really has the means to not be discovered by Hei Jian.

Even Heijian's frightening, inhuman perception - knowing all the movement and movement within hundreds of meters in his heart, and there is no way for flies, mice, and birds to hide - can he hide it?

Gu narrowed his eyes.

Raphael didn't answer Gu, but only listened to him sarcastically: "Why, before you betrayed Wu Yiwei, were you also a love consultant? Are you very experienced in this area?"

Gu heard those three words.

Even after years of training and habits, the control of his body's reactions has been as fine and perfect as his, but his heart beats slightly and his blood moves a little.

Gu raised his eyes and looked at Raphael quietly.

The eyes of the two men were as calm as water.

But only they themselves know the dangerous undercurrent hidden under the words.

[Never rush to reveal and kill, but look for the enemy's weakness in endless temptations, make indirect and side attacks, take advantage of the situation along the current, push the waves to fuel the flames - this is the practice of the Kingdom's Secret Division inherited from the Secret Army style.

Since Suye formed an alliance with Xingchen, we have been secretly fighting against the Secret Division, and we are well aware of its unique style and means:

But the question is, how do we fight it? 】

The master's words echoed in his ears, making Gu Yue more vigilant.

"Looking at the ordinary lives and experiences of these people, it's very interesting," Gu turned his head and swept across the empty store with a relaxed expression - most of the people went to watch the excitement of Prince Xingchen's entry into the city - tidying up as if no one else was there on the desktop,

Consciously or unintentionally:

"You know, after staying in despair and darkness for a long time, I always want to breathe some hope and find some sunshine."

"I thought based on your experience, you'd already been used to things like 'interesting'." Raphael raised the corner of his mouth.

"Accustomed?"

"That boy, Kevin is a real poor man," Gu Dandan sneered, with a playful expression: "Wealth, family background, strength, status, he has nothing."

"But he has his own sweetheart, in his heart, he will imagine her as the most beautiful in the world."

"Think of her with a smile, think of her with joy, think of her with hope."

"The most important thing is that no matter how difficult it is, he has the right to pursue these happiness and get close to an infinitely beautiful goal." Gu turned slightly and looked directly at the surprised Raphael: "He is truly alive."

The sun fell into the storefront and sprinkled on Gu's body.

"Compared to scum like you and me who live in darkness and secrets," Gu's eyes were calm and his tone was flat, "he is a complete person."

"Isn't it interesting?"

Half of Raphael's body was hidden in the dark corner, quietly listening to Gu finish speaking.

"If you are used to seeing beautiful people, you will also be used to being weak." Raphael's face remained unchanged: "Just like those things that made you weak, think about it, King Yao..."

"I don't need to be tough," Gu interrupted Raphael suddenly, his tone was flat but unquestionable: "I just need you to fulfill the deal."

[Compared to your senior brother's sharp sword scabbard, your senior sister's long sleeves are good at dancing. You are like a dagger in the dark. Therefore, you should avoid any unnecessary battles and confrontations, and concentrate on nurturing your last, most crucial, and most fatal blow. 】

The master's words echoed in his ears again, making his face dark.

Daggers in the dark.

The light of day is never seen.

Waiting for the moment delivered.

such a pity.

Gu took a deep breath, expressionless.

Rafael stared at him steadfastly, never moving his eyes away, but smiled lightly at the end.

"Don't worry, our information will not be wrong," Raphael said with great interest: "The method of assassinating His Highness Thales under the fortress is their usual style...you will definitely find what you want."

Gu nodded silently.

Raphael smiled perfectly and lowered his head.

"The prince and his party have already entered Dragon Clouds City, and are currently in the Palace of Heroes." The young man in white did not dwell on the topic just now: "And what about your news?"

Gu stared at it, then slowly spread out the ball of paper Kevin sent, and swept it slightly.

"According to the news from the local guild, the whereabouts of the monster has been basically confirmed," Gu put down the ball of paper, and pondered: "Although I don't know what you are going to do..."

Raphael chuckled and nodded.

"Don't worry," he said in a weird tone, "We are the party of justice, aren't we?"

"As a scavenger of disasters, contribute to the safety of mankind."

Gu Leng snorted, turned and left.

"Shit."

Raphael shook his head and chuckled indifferently.

He turned his head, looked out of the window, and looked at the Palace of Heroes on the mountain.

In a moment of ecstasy.

Raphael couldn't help but think of what Gu said about the young man just now.

He has his own sweetheart.

In his heart, he would imagine her as the most beautiful in the world.

Think of her with a smile, think of her with joy, think of her with hope.

The eyes of the young man are getting darker and darker.

Until he gently closed his eyes.

—

Thales looked at the cross sword on the ground dripping with cold sweat.

What's happening here?

Cut your own throat?

The faces of Nicolai and Shiles flashed before his eyes, but in Thales' eyes, their expressions were extremely ironic.

[For the common benefit of your Highness and His Majesty Nunn, he invites you to join his revenge. The hunter has sharpened his sword, snares and traps are in place, and the game is doomed. 】

The traverser raised his head and looked at the old man who was supposed to be the "Alliance" in disbelief.

King Nun's indifferent and threatening gaze was fixed on him.

Who is the prey and who is the hunter?

The scene of confidently explaining the "Alliance of Two Kings" to Gilbert in the Mindis Hall earlier seems to be vivid.

It seems so ridiculous now.

"Go on," Nun VII's old and hollow voice urged him: "Show your courage and courage as a descendant of the Canxing family..."

"Blood for blood!"

Thales' eyes were firmly attracted to the sword, his breathing quickened unconsciously, and his brain kept spinning wildly.

He looked up at King Nuen again, but the indifference and hatred in his eyes remained unchanged.

what to do?

There was no time left for him to wonder and reason.

Facing such a predicament, Thales couldn't help but frown.

what to do?

King Nuen really wants to put himself to death.

Thales closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists.

what to do?

"Why," came a strange voice from the five dakilometers: "As a bright star, as a descendant of the oathkeeper, don't you even have the guts to atone for your sins with death?"

"Then what are you doing here? Playing!"

The speaker leaned forward, finally allowing Thales to see the face of the first Grand Duke clearly.

The other party was sitting on Nun VII's left hand. He was a bearded and mature man in his forties, with a rough appearance and simple attire. He was staring at him with disdain and disgust. Thales, showing undisguised hostility:

"If you don't dare."

"Then kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Xingchen's brat." The bearded man said viciously.

Thales gritted his teeth.

hateful.

Damn Northlanders.

The other Grand Duke also turned his head sideways, and the firelight illuminated his ear-level, front-to-back jarhead.

This is a tall man from the Northland, about forty years old, with a sharp face, a prominent chin, younger than a beard, and a glowing sword blade pattern embroidered on his clothes.

"Perhaps these noble imperial people think," Jarhead said coldly, echoing the bearded words: "Sending a seven-year-old brat to condescend to come to a northern countryside like ours is to treat us barbaric and backward people." It’s the greatest charity and favor for the Northlanders.”

"Maybe that Kessel will still think: Isn't it just killing one of your princes, what's the point?" The pot head sneered, and organized his words with ulterior motives: "Look, my son is here to give you candy, stupid Northerners!"

The atmosphere in the field became more tense.

Thales' breathing became faster and faster. He raised his head and stared at the grand dukes with sharp and terrifying eyes.

"Oh, are you angry?" The third grand duke revealed his face from the firelight. It was a rather old lord, about fifty or sixty years old, with a bitter expression on his face, and only the top of his head was bald. Around the ears, a pair of copper-colored headbands surround the forehead, and a piece of chain is painted on the robe.

"I said, do you dare to touch that sword?" The bald lord's tone was flat, but his words were sharp: "Whether you commit suicide with it or rush up to chop us..."

"It's much more effective than using eyes, right?"

Thales took a deep breath, his eyes swept over the beard, the pothead, and the bald lord one by one.

Nun VII was indifferent.

At that moment, the six men sitting in the stone hall stared indifferently at the boy in front of them.

And the sword in front of him.

Enduring their stares, Thales felt a surge of anger in his heart.

This is what they want?

The shock of being betrayed and calculated slowly turned into anger and resentment.

what to do.

Think of a way.

blood debt.

revenge.

king.

Grand Duke.

A vague thought flashed through Thales' mind.

He looked up sharply.

"Very good," Thales's breathing became heavier and heavier, with resentment, dissatisfaction and injustice in his words: "blood for blood... quite fair..."

Under the playful, contemptuous, or indifferent eyes of everyone, Thales slowly bent down.

He grabbed the sword on the ground.

It was such a scene again.

Another choice.

I've had enough.

These rotten people.

His gaze gradually became firmer.

But I won't die here.

Won't.

Thales exerted force in his hand and raised the hilt of his sword.

Wait...the sword! He was startled.

Why is it so heavy?

Thales, who was not ready, didn't pay attention, and the hilt slipped from his hand.

"Clang!"

The cross sword fell to the ground again, and the lingering sound continued.

Looking at this scene, the five Dakilometers burst into laughter.

It's like watching a monkey show on the street.

"Relax! Child," the bald lord said with deep meaning, "Have a good experience, this is the weight of the Northland."

Thales closed his eyes and took two breaths.

It's so heavy.

Compared with the heavy wooden sword used to practice with Jine in the Mindis hall, this Northern Lord's saber is even heavier.

In the next second, ignoring the mocking eyes of the grand dukes, Thales took a breath, and grabbed the hilt of the sword again with a firm expression.

This time he used both hands, at least he didn't let go.

Thales struggled to drag the hilt of the sword.

"Hiss..."

The blade of the cross sword scraped against the floor tiles with an unpleasant sound.

"Come on, try harder..." The lid of the pot sneered at Thales: "It will be lifted to the neck soon!"

The Grand Dukes laughed louder.

King Nun's expression remained indifferent and numb.

It seems that Thales is still waiting.

The traverser gritted his teeth, and pulled the hilt of the sword with both hands, barely dragging the sword in front of him.

Holding the epee in his hand panting, he raised his head and looked at the five lords.

"Remember well, boy, never use the situation behind you to threaten a Northerner." The bearded man spat fiercely: "We have nothing to fear, this is the way of the Northern Land."

"We are not afraid of your cowardly father and the weak country behind you."

Thales grasped the sword, his eyebrows tightened, and his hands gradually exerted force.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, before you slit your own throat," said the pothead who had been taunting him fussily, "We will definitely stop you, how dare our little country Exeter let the great empire Descendants, the future ruler of the entire star is injured and bleeding here? Hahahaha... we are..."

"It's annoying!"

Thales interrupted him coldly: "Jarhead!"

A grand duke next to him couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jarhead choked up his words, he closed his mouth, and stared at Thales.

"Don't you just want my life to repay Prince Moral's life?" Prince Xingchen said indifferently: "It's too simple."

"Then what are you waiting for?" The bald lord said in a low voice, "Waiting for us to dissuade you?"

"Die like this?" Thales endured the strange eyes of the audience, and took a sip: "This is too useless, too cowardly, and has no dignity at all."

"I heard that the ancient knights had to swear an oath to their lords, and from then on they would abide by the creed, maintain honor, and defend dignity." Thales raised his head and looked at the surprised bald and pot-headed dukes: "Even death shall be filled with glory."

"And I've heard that Exeter has inherited the glorious tradition of the ancient knights. He must value honor and dignity more than life and safety."

"I've said so much, isn't it because I'm afraid of death?" The bearded man snorted disdainfully: "Why, you want us to spare your life to protect your so-called 'glory'?"

"No." Thales sighed, "Since I came to this world, I never thought of going back alive."

Before the Grand Dukes could think about the logic in his words, Thales gritted his teeth and straightened up.

"Compared to being like a coward, ending one's own life on your own, there is no honor and pride." Thales had a strange look in his eyes, and he shot straight at the end of the long table, and fought hard without showing any weakness. King En looked at each other.

Looking at Thales, King Nun VII's eyes moved a little, and a different light shone from his blue eyes.

"I request, to follow the glorious Exeter tradition, with you," Star Prince said slowly, "Exeter's co-king, His Majesty Nun Walton VII..."

The next moment, the second prince of Xingchen, Thales Canxing, struggled to support the epee with one hand, and resolutely raised his right hand forward, pointing at the old king in the distance, and said firmly:

"duel!"

What?

The five princes were startled for a moment.

The field immediately fell silent.

In the frightening silence, Thales confronted the six people in front of him.

The bald man narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales, as if he wanted to dig a hole out of him.

Challenge the king? duel?

The bearded man had a gloomy face, his eyes wandering back and forth between King Nun and Thales.

In the tradition of Exeter ? snort.

The lid head rubbed his hands, his thoughts unclear.

This kid...

Thales shouted loudly with all his strength: "I would rather die by the hands of others like a soldier! I would rather stand face to face and watch your sword pierce my heart."

His voice echoed in the stone hall.

The five princes frowned one after another.

But the way they looked at Thales had changed.

On the other hand, Nun VII's face remained unchanged, still indifferent and numb, as if he had never gotten over the pain of losing a child.

Two seconds later, Thales' echo in the stone hall gradually disappeared.

Thales withdrew his right hand and pressed it on the hilt of his sword, his eyes still fixed on King Nuen.

Silence lasted several seconds.

Until the king of Exeter used his old and deep voice to speak slowly: "Oh? You want to fight me?"

"Why?"

Star Prince took a deep breath and replied loudly:

"By hatred and fairness!"

The two Grand Dukes who were still in the dark began to whisper.

The other three looked back at Thales with unfriendly expressions.

"Didn't we, the Starmen kill your only son?" Thales gritted his teeth, suppressing the trembling under his feet:

"Isn't it the most legitimate and reasonable for a father like you to take revenge with his own hands?"

The bearded Grand Duke snorted dissatisfied.

"Just because you are a seven-year-old brat?" He grimaced: "You dare to challenge our Exeter's co-lord? Don't you think there is too much difference?"

King Nun gently lowered his elbows, clasped his hands, and looked at Thales quietly.

For some reason, Thales actually felt that his hostility had dissipated a lot at that moment.

Is it an illusion?

But what has to be done...

"No!"

Thales Canxing raised his head, imagining the posture of Morris when he patrolled the streets in the fraternity, trying to show his arrogance:

"I am the future king of the stars, and he is the current king of Exeter. We have equal status."

"I have the blood of Tormund and Midil. He inherited the blood of Nakaru and Sara. We are of the same origin."

King Nun suddenly began to sneer lightly.

"And..." Thales returned the different gazes of the five Grand Dukes one by one without showing any weakness.

"I am seven years old, young and frail, with short hands and calves," Thales bit the words out of his teeth angrily, "And you, Your Majesty Nuen..."

"You are almost seventy years old, you are old and weak, and your eyes are dim."

Thales took a deep breath and smiled contemptuously: "We are evenly matched, and the opportunities are similar!"

"I think this will be a thrilling duel, and the excitement will not be inferior to the king selection meeting."

"how do you say?"

"Exeter's born king?"

As soon as this remark came out, some of the five princes frowned, and some clicked their tongues, with different expressions.

King Nun's eyes became more and more strange, and his smile gradually died down.

At this moment, a burst of laughter broke the weird scene.

"Hahahaha," the fourth Grand Duke laughed, turning around to expose himself to the light: "How dare you say that, boy? Old and weak? Evenly matched? Haha, my lord...it's so interesting !"

Thales was startled, and looked at the Grand Duke.

This is a long-haired and shawl-like grand duke in his forties. The emblem on his body is a classic book. His resolute face and heroic smile always remind Thales of the star Bei who is also from the Northland. Duke of the border.

I saw him laughing boldly, ignoring the faces of the others, and shaking the table: "You are so kind, kid!"

"Okay, I think," the voice of the last Grand Duke—a calm and pleasant voice came from the opposite side: "Maybe we can have a good talk...there is no need to be so tense..."

The firelight illuminates the owner of the voice.

"Your Majesty," the last Grand Duke who spoke was the youngest, about thirty years old, a neat-looking brown-haired young man with a bloody horseshoe embroidered on his shoulder, and he continued to say in his soft voice : "I advise you to think again..."

"Conkly Perfet," King Nunn's expression remained unchanged, he just turned his head slowly and shot his gaze at the young Grand Duke: "Do I look like I'm joking?"

The brown-haired young man, Grand Duke Conkly Perfitt, suddenly stopped talking.

The remaining four archdukes exchanged glances while adjusting their sitting postures.

They were a little surprised by the current situation, and they all waited for the king's decision.

Only Nun VII, who was sitting on the main seat, turned his gaze again and stared at Thales for five or six seconds.

Thales' feet finally stopped trembling.

At that moment, the old man Caslan's last evaluation of Nun VII came to his mind:

[Nun is also a human being, he will also grow old, and he will be confused by clever words and sensuality, and will be swayed by lust and impulse one day. 】

Thales chuckled in his heart.

"Of course, Your Majesty Nun," Thales said softly, re-attracting the attention of the six people: "I respect you for being about the same age as my grandfather."

"It does seem inappropriate to ask you to come and fight me."

Several Grand Dukes expressed doubts at the same time.

"I've been doing it for a long time, is it a bluff?" The bearded man said contemptuously, "So you still dare not..."

"No!" Thales interrupted him.

"The duel is still going on!"

"But if today is really going to end like this," Thales turned his gaze, and glanced at the five grand dukes one by one, bearded, pothead, bald, long-haired man, and brown-haired youth, and then said without doubt:

"I believe that the five grand dukes present are all loyal people, and one of them will definitely be able to fight on behalf of Your Majesty!"

As soon as these words came out, the long-haired man clenched his fists first!

The other Grand Dukes were suddenly suffocated.

"How? Dare to fight for your king? Grand Dukes?"

"I don't know which one of you," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his voice to the loudest: "Want to fight with me to get that honor!"

"Pierce the blade of revenge into the glory of my heart!"

"As a Grand Duke, personally kill Prince Xingchen to avenge Exeter!"

After Thales finished speaking, he couldn't help panting heavily.

A second later, the second prince raised his head.

He was satisfied to see that the five grand dukes had all changed their colors.