Kingdom’s Bloodline

Heroic Spirit Palace late at night, at the door of Thales' bedroom. w.lws520.c

Thales was speechless and looked at the people in front of him in embarrassment.

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

"On the first night when you came here," the elf guard Ada looked at the helpless Thales and the timid little cunning behind him, and said sadly under the cloak: "You started bringing girls into the bedroom?"

"She's cute alone..." Thales said aggrievedly.

"So I need your company!" Ada interrupted him with a bad face.

Rolf and Wyah beside her looked at each other, and they both looked at Thales with strange expressions.

"Ada, listen to me..." Thales subconsciously felt something was wrong.

"How old is she! Is she nine years old?" Ada shouted angrily, raising her right fist habitually, protruding a knuckle.

Thales shuddered, he raised his hands as fast as he could, and tightly protected his forehead.

"Boom!"

Thales clutched his right forehead in pain—foul!

Ada's violent chest attack came from the side!

Rolf and Wyah looked at each other, pretending not to see the scene of the prince being violently violated.

Little Slick looked worriedly at Thales, who was dazed and moaning while covering his head.

"Mindis didn't touch a woman for the first time until he got married at the age of twenty-seven! Even the most lustful and carefree Keira is still thirteen years old!" The angry elf guard shouted:

"At your age...you can't even reach a bed!"

Thales smiled awkwardly.

This is an exaggeration, sister.

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

"I think Your Highness has another reason, isn't it?" Xing Chen's deputy envoy said indifferently: "Go back, I will communicate with Your Highness about the rest."

Under Puttilai's repeated insistence,

Only then did Ada leave without resentment and anger. Before leaving, she still had the look of "you little bastard", while Rolf and Wyah still had the intriguing and strange expressions.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief, and sent the little slippery head into the bedroom first.

"It seems that a lot of things happened?" Puttilai sighed, looking at Thales who closed the door.

Thales' face darkened.

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

The second prince was about to speak, but he suddenly remembered the helpless eyes of the little slippery head and Alex's painful expression.

The two little girls met him in the library, but they each experienced a fate that they didn't know whether it was misfortune or luck.

Thales' eyes darkened.

No.

The truth about the identity of the little slippery head...

It's not for me to say it.

In the end, the traverser still sighed in his heart, and continued:

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

Puttilai's eyes moved, and he said thoughtfully:

"I remember that you told me before that the king's granddaughter 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 frightening Ramon, his lies became more and more fluent.

The demeanor is composed, and the face does not change color.

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

Having said that, Thales paused.

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

And to hide the previous incident, make up an excuse to keep Mrs. Walton in his bedroom overnight...

It's so hard!

"That...she, she comes," Under Puttilai's suspicious eyes, Thales showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Eh, come with me..."

Thales laughed along with him, stammered, and choked out a sentence in great pain:

"Together……"

"Discussing historical issues?"

As soon as the words came out, Thales felt the urge to slap himself to death.

Facing Puttilai's puzzled expression, Thales had a mournful face and an ugly smile: "You know...we met in the library..."

Thales felt his face hurt from laughing, and rubbed his hands guiltily.

"Her... is good at history..."

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

You continue to make up.

Thales looked at him with embarrassment and guilt.

After a few seconds, Puttilai sighed slowly.

"Well, about why you abducted the king's granddaughter into the bedroom late at night, and you got the permission of King Nuen," Puttilai showed a meaningful smile: "I won't get into it."

Thales twitched his face and forced a smile to show his gratitude and understanding.

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

After listening to the prince's narration, Putillai frowned deeply.

"So, King Nuen has made up his mind to tie us into his chariot?"

"Continue Walton's rule for him?"

Thales nodded sullenly.

"I'll report it to the country," Puttilai pondered, "From interests to standpoints, this matter involves too much..."

"Also, 'Shadow Shield', if they are also one of the members who assassinated me under the fortress," Thales thought of Peifite in that duel, worried: "Although I know that because of the bloody year, they They will never end with us—but according to Peifitt, do they have other purposes, or have they accepted other people's commissions?"

Puttilai's face darkened.

Scenes from twelve years ago appeared in front of his eyes.

"It's really not that simple." In the end, in front of Thales, Puttilai slowly shook his head: "According to what the Grand Duke said, they want to kill you for the purpose of 'entering the Renaissance Palace'. I'm afraid not only It's just buying murder or hatred..."

"Especially after the Bloody Year, the Shadow Shield has been hit hard and has disappeared from the sphere of influence of Star Kingdom and its allies for many years."

"But they still haven't given up and chose to assassinate Canxing's last bloodline in Exeter..."

"The Fuxing Palace... so it's the things about seizing the throne again?" Thales scratched his head in boredom: "Do I have to find it again? Who are the people behind those assassins?"

Putillai stared at Thales' expression.

"No, let your father and the secret department bother you about this matter, we just need to protect your safety," the Xingchen Deputy Envoy who is good at observing words and expressions, showed a reassuring smile: "You have done enough tonight, and you can also take care of yourself." Good enough."

"The risk of war between Stars and Exeter...has disappeared, and the Kingdom of Stars is safe."

Thales' heart moved, and he looked at Putillai.

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

With a complicated and sighing expression, Putilei said slowly: "Not every prince can go far outside the border at this age to eliminate an inevitable military disaster for the country and its subjects."

Thales took a breath and slowly lowered his head.

yes.

At least.

The mission of this mission is completed.

Although the process was full of twists and turns, it was still safe and sound.

"Thank you, Putilei," the prince raised his head with a smile, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"Without you, without Ada, without Rolf and Wyah...my journey would probably have ended in the birch forest of the stars."

"What's more, there is everything after reaching Exeter and Dragon Clouds City."

Pete Lai chuckled lightly.

"That was our mission."

"And you made this mission smoother, with a happy ending," he nodded frankly, curling his eyebrows: "Gilbert will be very relieved to see you now—back then, the young Midil The prince's mission to the north is nothing more than that."

Thales raised the corner of his mouth, thinking of the elegant middle-aged uncle, then of the heroic Ms. Jiny, and of...the taciturn Yordle.

There are also bits and pieces in the Mindis Hall.

"Get some rest early," Puttilai pointed to the door, "No accident, we will be able to return home in a few weeks."

Thales nodded and opened the door.

"Also, the first batch of letter crows in Xingchen Country has arrived," Puttilai said with a smile, "One of them was written to you by Gilbert, and I put it on the desk."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you," he said with a smile after experiencing the ups and downs in the Hall of Heroes, "The letter from 'Xingchen Fox' is really exciting!"

Puttilai shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

"And one more thing……"

Thales turned around strangely.

Puttilai said hesitantly: "You know, your father was very romantic when he was young...know...sensible very early..."

Thales narrowed his eyes, showing doubts.

Puttilai opened his mouth, looked at Thales, and then at the door. Finally, with a worried expression on his face, he whispered:

"but……"

"After all, you are still too young, your body hasn't grown yet..."

Thales' smile froze on his face.

Puttilai blinked in embarrassment: "Maybe we should wait a few more years?"

The answer was Thales slamming the door mercilessly.

————

"Don't be afraid," Thales looked at the startled little slippery man in front of him, feeling sympathetic in his heart: "Here, they can't hurt you."

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

Her eyes were fixed on the floor, and her hands were clutching the rough dress.

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

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I have to become Miss Walton, don't I?" The little slippery man noticed his coming, and said in a daze, "It's like a dream..."

"Maybe so," Thales whispered, "No one can change King Nunn's will."

Xiao Huatou trembled, his eyes turned red, and he hugged his shoulders helplessly.

At that moment, Thales only felt deeply sad.

This girl was drawn into their dangerous game by the tide of fate.

He hesitated for a moment, and said:

"But it's not necessarily a bad thing..."

But the little slippery head just lowered his head and began to mutter to himself:

"In 1090 of the Imperial Calendar, the heir to the Duke of Ferret in the province of Tatoris Mingus was suspected of having a bad blood, and the law enforcement officers of the Empire burned him to death in the capital of triumph...In 552 of the Ending Calendar, Commas's The Marquis of Libra City, Grenfell was found to be an impostor, he was hung in the center of the square in the city, with four carriages..."

Thales felt his scalp go numb.

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

The little slippery boy stopped his voice, looked at him aggrieved and pitifully, and was about to cry.

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

Little Slick's expression slowly changed, she blinked and looked at him unexpectedly.

"You won't read it in any books - The Secret History of the Star Prince." Thales sat down in front of her and shrugged.

Little Slick's eyes lit up, he adjusted his glasses, and nodded.

"Do you know?" Thales recalled the past more than a month ago, and chuckled: "When I first became a prince, I was just like you, always worried."

"Become a prince?" Little Slick asked strangely, "Aren't you born a prince?"

"No, I was born to be..." Thales hesitated, and said: "The illegitimate child living outside - until he was found back to the court."

The little slippery head showed a sudden expression of "Oh".

"When they took me back," Thales smiled helplessly, "everything is very uncomfortable."

"The feeling of biting food in my mouth is very strange, because I'm used to eating black bread—in winter, that thing is so hard that it can be used to kill people..." Thales raised his eyebrows:

"Also, it's the first time I've ever drank a smelly liquid... um, maybe except for the smell, do you know what smelly water feels like..."

The little slippery chuckled.

"The clothes I wear are too slippery and soft, and always make me feel like I'm naked, so I added three more buttons to the belt hoop. Although it hurts to walk, it always feels safer and more real. ——Oh, by the way, on the first night, I didn't even know how to put on pants..." Thales couldn't help shaking his head and sighing as he recalled the ridiculous history.

Xiao Huatou was absorbed in listening, and gradually forgot the tears on his face.

"I have never walked on such a flat and smooth black stone floor. It was either a dirt road or a dirt road, or a brick road... When I saw that the floor in the study was actually made of wood..."

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

Thales shook his head.

The little slippery head looked at him sympathetically, blinked his eyes, and nodded.

"But I always 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 class is also very intense. He asked me to write two hundred words a day... On the 20th day, he actually went too far and forced me to write a poem in the ancient imperial language..."

"The first time I rode in a carriage, I had to grab the door handles on both sides so as not to fall..."

As he talked, Thales himself was also absorbed, and the little slippery man listened carefully, echoing him from time to time.

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

Little Slick was already leaning against the bed, with his head tilted to his right shoulder, and fell asleep.

Her glasses were on one side, and her head rested on the soft edge of the bed.

A pair of small hands were pressed against the chest by the bent knees, and the whole person rose and fell heavily with breathing.

The little girl's long platinum hair hung down softly, and a few strands of hair fell into her mouth, causing her to smack her little mouth from time to time while she was asleep.

Thales looked at her in deep sleep, smiled, and shook his head slowly.

He carefully parted her long hair and pulled those strands out of the slippery mouth.

Then he pulled down the corner of the cup and covered the little slippery body.

Thales stood up and sighed slightly.

I hope she can have another good night's sleep.

Before actually being a Walton.

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

He went to the desk, climbed up the chair with all his strength, and picked up the volume of Gilbert's letters on the desk.

Thales looked at the familiar handwriting on the letter and shook his head nostalgic. Then unfold the letterhead.

It was a text message.

[Dear Your Highness:

I hope you have reached Dragon Clouds City safely.

We have learned of what happened to you on the road—Ms. Ji Ni was very concerned about your safety, and repeatedly asked me to ask about your health.

Also allow me to express my concerns and concerns for you.

Your Majesty has already notified the lords of the Northern Territory and the Central Territory along the way, as well as the two commanders of the Broken Dragon Fortress. They will send patrols and troops to ensure that the route to the birch forest is safe and sound when you return.

The intelligence and affairs related to the blood magician have been handed over to the Kingdom Secret Division with full authority, and Lord Morat personally assured me that they will handle it well.

In the name of the kingdom, His Majesty officially sent a cross-sea letter to the Kingdom of the Night a few days ago, but has not yet received a reply from the Queen of the Night.

In addition, after an in-depth discussion with His Majesty, the Duke of Jean Cavendeer generously donated a high-yielding asphalt deposit to the royal family recently, and increased the share of perpetual oil delivered to the Central Territory, and agreed to lead the South Bank to the North. The jurisdiction of the three baronies in China was handed over to the royal family—His Majesty often told me that this was all due to your Highness (Thales curled his lips when he saw this).

His Majesty has already rewarded the Baron Alaka and Lord Sutherley, and sent some additional troops to Broken Dragon Fortress, urged the nobles in the northern border, and told the two commanders to put due pressure on the Black Sand Territory—as a reward to you solidarity, and protests against the impertinence of the Grand Duke of Lombard.

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

Even so, I am well aware of the difficulty of entering Exeter, Your Highness, and the real test and difficulty are just about to come.

In this regard, I must, in my capacity as former Foreign Secretary, remind you of three crucial points:

First, Exeter's political system is quite different from ours. In addition to being a king, King Nun is also the Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds City, and the owner of the Walton family, Exeter's interests Walton's interests are very different from his - please pay special attention to this.

Second, although the Grand Dukes of Exeter are powerful and have plenty of military power, the relationship between the Grand Dukes is quite complicated. From real interests to past history, they are entangled, and the division is even worse. I believe this is something you can take advantage of. For example, facing the stars and Dragon Clouds City, the three grand dukes in the south have completely different interests, and the attitudes and interests of the three of them are also different. Here, you may as well ask Lord Putilai Nyman for advice. .

Third, no matter what kind of predicament you face, please always firmly believe that you are the only heir to the throne of the stars, and you are the descendant of Tormund and even the imperial family. From this point of view, please don't worry about your safety. At the same time, please believe that King Nun's interests and positions at this time are similar to ours. Regardless of prestige or strength, there is no one in the Northland. Therefore, it is our best strategy to try our best to win him over and use him, and turn his hatred towards Rumba Guidance is the best way to do it. In order to quell the scourge of war, it is my suggestion to turn the conflict between the stars and the dragon into the conflict between the king and the princes within Exeter.

The above are some of my experience, for your reference, so that you can discuss the response plan with Putilai. But I know that real politics and diplomacy are always swinging back and forth between planning and accident, so it is really wise to grasp the essence of things and adapt to the situation-as you did in the hall of stars Behaves the same, and I have great confidence in you.

Another point, you asked me to send people to search for the Sunset Bar on the Black Street in the lower city. It has changed owners a few days ago. The female bartender and the children you mentioned seem to have disappeared. It is suspected that they have fled away to avoid disaster.

The specific situation may only be known with the help of the staff of the Secret Division - after all, it is not suitable for us to blatantly go to the lower city to search in the name of the royal family. This will make many interested people guess your past, which will be detrimental to them.

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

During your stay at Exeter, do not neglect your work, and when you return I shall examine your sonnets.

In addition, Ms. Ji Ni said that you must continue to practice swords and not slack off. She will train you with real swords after you return (Thales exhaled helplessly).

As a royal guard, Miss Ada's loyalty and strength are beyond doubt, but after all, she is not perfect, and there are still things that are not thoughtful (Thales couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he saw this, and felt sorry for Gilber I admire Tet's euphemistic tone), I hope you can take care of yourself while the rest of the suite fills in the gaps.

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

His Majesty is very concerned about your safety and the success of your journey. He missed you very much when you were gone (Thales is sure that this sentence was added by Gilbert later).

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

—————————December 27, 672 of the end calendar, in Eternal Star City

And again: Jodl seems to have asked me to send you my greetings with this letter. 】

Thales put down the letter paper, and the image of Gilbert holding a cane, bowing in a top hat, and his lifelike, respectful and decent admonishment appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help grinning.

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

At the same time, Thales couldn't help but worry about the disappearance of the people at the Sunset Bar—Yara, Cindy, Ryan, and Kelia. But after all, Gilbert mentioned that Yala had appeared. Since Yala is safe, Then those beggars should be fine.

What's more, the Brotherhood has experienced such a big event as the Battle of Red Square Street, so it should not have the experience to manage a few beggars.

He let out a breath, thinking of the past when he was a beggar, thinking of everyone in the sixth house, he was deeply moved.

Fate is unpredictable, isn't it?

Just like the little slippery boy who fell asleep behind him.

Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help stretching and moaning contentedly—this trip to Exeter, apart from those weird things, everything went smoothly.

Behind him came the murmurs and murmurs of the little slippery man in his dream.

The rest of the days in Exeter should be much easier.

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

At this moment, Thales was taken aback.

In the place of the original letter paper, he found a second letter—probably because his attention was attracted by the letter paper just now, so he didn't notice it.

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

It's an invitation.

strangeness.

Thales looked at the blue invitation card suspiciously and scratched his head.

On the cover of the invitation were only the four words "To my dear friend", which were written in beautiful cursive characters-this reminded him of the handwriting of the treaty in Nakaru's library. pretty.

Thales frowned slightly, looking at this strange invitation, hesitant.

but.

Even the difficulties like tonight have passed, what else is there to be afraid of?

Thales shook his head mockingly, and opened the invitation without hesitation.

It is another beautiful cursive font that catches the eye.

[Dear Thales:

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

Especially after I worked so hard to find your whereabouts and learned that you have regained your identity, I miss you and am sincerely happy for you. I hope you can spend your time as a prince , Learn enough, good enough, broad enough, and profound enough.

After all, both Canxing and Carolser are great names.

Our last meeting was too hasty and too short, so that many things I wanted to tell you didn't have time to speak-there are no words to express my regret about it.

It also reminds me of our mutual, agile friend. I'm glad he didn't come to the Northlands with you, so I can send you this invitation, and of course, I miss him very much.

As I write this, I really can't wait to meet you, so I take the liberty of sending you an invitation to meet next time.

The location is up to you.

As for the time, how about setting it fifteen minutes after you open the invitation?

I wish you a good mood.

Looking forward to our upcoming meeting.

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

————— I met you in Hongfang Street, a long-lost old friend,

—————You are faithful and sincere,

————Ashida Sacone

————————Written just now]