Kingdom’s Bloodline

Under the bright sky, Nikolai the "Meteorite" stood in the ruins of the shield zone, supporting the seriously injured veteran Griveau. This article is sponsored by www. lwχs520. com first launch

With a blank expression on his face, he looked at the people who surrounded him—a dozen teams of patrolling soldiers in full armor.

"What's the matter?" Grewal asked impatiently, "It's just a patrol."

"It's nothing." Nikolai's sharp gaze swept over the patrol in front of him, his pupils shrunk, "it's just a little strange."

Griveau frowned: "Strange?"

"Yes, His Majesty's warrant," the meteorite said doubtfully, "It stands to reason that, except for the White Blade Guard, all troops are not allowed to approach the shield area..."

At this moment, a thick male voice came out from the patrol crowd:

"Is it Lord Nicolai?"

The soldiers holding on to the torch made way for a passage, and a middle-aged man in a thick and gorgeous winter coat with eight braids on his hair appeared in front of the two of them holding a long sword at his waist.

The moment he saw this middle-aged man, Griveau who was being supported was slightly startled:

"Urad?"

Griveau's eyes showed surprise: "Is it you?"

Nicolai's heart skipped a beat.

Urad?

He is the order officer who manages the market in the Sword District, and at the same time, among the underground forces in Dragon Clouds City, he is a bigwig comparable to Griveau.

The person in charge of the underground black market in Dragon Clouds City.

just why...

"I'm Seri Nikolai, the commander of the White Blade Guard," Nikolai said calmly, "Your Majesty ordered the lifting of the martial law?"

But before the other party could answer, a red flame suddenly rose in the distant sky!

Nicolai was shocked!

"Wait, I recognize this," Griveau looked thoughtfully at the fireworks in the sky, "Fourteen years ago in the deep valley battlefield, when Prince Suriel's troops were bitten by white elves,

You also shot once..."

Nicolai's face was very ugly.

Of course, because that's...

That is……

White Blade Guard's signal crossbow.

The highest level - emergency help!

Just as the meteorite was about to speak, the man with the patrol team in front of him spoke first.

"As you can see!"

"His Majesty has not ordered the lifting of martial law, but we have to come against the order."

The man with eight braids - Urad's expression was very bad, and he hurriedly saluted Nicolai while saying anxiously: "Please come with me as soon as possible, we need to get to His Majesty the King immediately! "

Nicolai's face changed: "What happened?"

Griveau narrowed his eyes solemnly. He is also a big boss of the underground forces, and he knows more about Urad than Nicolet:

"Wurad, you..." The crippled veteran asked calmly, "Did you learn something from your channels?"

Urad nodded, he let out a breath, and said with an ugly face:

"The underground news I just received..."

"We have reason to believe that tonight, some enemies took advantage of the chaos and sneaked into Dragon Clouds City!"

Nikolai was startled, and Griveau looked at each other.

Urad looked anxious, only to hear the man with braids say nervously:

"They... are trying to assassinate His Majesty!"

————

Thales grabbed the little slippery head who was almost frightened, and his lips trembled.

For several minutes, he blinked desperately, looking at the old corpse in front of him, doubting whether everything in front of him was real.

That horrible old man.

Ekster, who is heroic, majestic, majestic, fierce, and scheming, holds the king together...

"King Born" Nunn Walton VII.

Just die like that?

Thales stood dumbfounded, watching the soldiers of the White Blade Guard cover the king's body tremblingly.

Red fireworks rose overhead.

"The emergency signal has been sent," said the senior white-blade guard who recognized the assassin just now. He drew back his crossbow facing the sky and looked at the old king's body with a disfigured face: "Boss and the other white-blade guards. Brothers will come soon, come..."

He was a little choked up, and couldn't speak anymore, so he had to turn his head, not daring to look at the king lying on the ground.

"White blade, shame of the white blade," said another young soldier, clutching his wound and kneeling in front of a brother's body, gritted his teeth and sobbed tremblingly, "Your Majesty... right under our noses... we are all incompetent sinners ……sinner……"

"It's not over yet!" A guard standing on the other side held down the white-handled scimitar tightly in his hand, his eyes were full of anger, anger, and hatred, "We still have tasks... His Majesty's blood, we still need us protection... after this..."

Bearing the eyes of more than a dozen white-bladed guards, the little slippery bit his lower lip desperately, whimpering palely.

"Who is that?"

Thales looked at the dagger on the ground, which was still stained with the king's fresh blood, and asked in a daze, "That assassin?"

The eyes of the soldiers moved to Prince Xingchen in unison, many of them were filled with anger and accusation.

"You should be more familiar with him than us," the senior guard replied to Thales in a low voice: "That's the little Sariton in 'Assassin's Flower'."

"Baannet, who is known as the 'Blade of the Locust'."

Thales touched JC's dagger on the back of his waist calmly.

The senior guard glanced at Thales meaningfully: "Twelve years ago, his elder brother killed another king named Canxing."

Thales subconsciously took a deep breath.

A few minutes later, after sending out the signal crossbow, they finally came to rescue.

The sound of uniform footsteps sounded, and countless soldiers came in front of them.

That was the patrol team in Longxiao City—two or three hundred people.

Thales raised his eyebrows.

Somewhat strange.

The White Blade Guards frowned in unison, looking at the soldiers who came in front of them.

"Why the patrol!"

The senior White Blade Guard yelled at the soldiers in front of him, "Where's the White Blade Guard?"

"My lord, we saw your signal, so we came here in a hurry," a patrolling soldier with the appearance of an order officer said worriedly: "I didn't meet anyone else on the road—what happened? Is there anything we can do for you? "

The senior White Blade Guard and one of his companions looked at each other, and said slowly: "Your Majesty is injured and needs to be healed."

Thales was startled, and he turned his head to look at King Nun's body, which was blocked by the white blade guards.

What?

Could it be that……

"What? Where's Your Majesty? Does it matter?" The order officer's face changed, "My lord... please come with us immediately, we can escort you back to the Palace of Heroes."

With a big wave of his hand, soldiers from the patrol team approached from both sides.

However.

"Shua!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

More than a dozen soldiers of the White Blade Guard had fierce faces, and they drew their swords without warning but without hesitation!

The blade pointed straight at all the patrol members who tried to approach, with an astonishing momentum.

The movements are neat and tidy, just like one person.

The little slippery head trembled, and looked at Thales in surprise.

Thales pressed her hand back calmly.

calm.

He gestured with his eyes.

"My lord?" The order officer of the patrol team looked shocked, not knowing why: "You are..."

The senior guard interrupted him.

"If you really agree to your escort, go to your team," the soldier of the White Blade Guard said coldly: "I'm afraid we will be rounded up."

The order officer was stunned: "My lord, I don't understand..."

"Before I joined the White Blade Guard, I also worked in the patrol team of Dragon Clouds City for a while," the white blade guard who negotiated said coldly: "After I offended Urad, I was forced to go to the front line as a conscript and fight It was a big fight, and finally Kaslan picked him."

The Order Officer frowned.

The senior white-bladed guard stared at the patrol team looming in front of him, glanced at their palms pressed next to their weapons all the time, looked at their calm eyes, and said sharply: "Why don't I remember, we Has your patrol team become so elite, strong and excellent?"

Thales was shocked when he heard the words.

So to say……

The way he looked at the patrols was different.

The order officer pursed his lips, as if he was thinking deeply about the other party's words.

Another soldier of the White Blade Guard nodded, and solemnly said: "It can be seen that the elite is even comparable to a standing army trained three times a year-you are not soldiers near Dragon Clouds City!"

The Order Officer suddenly smiled.

"My lord, this is Longxiao City, and the quality of recruits alone is the top in the Western Continent." He shook his head.

"Please don't doubt our strength because of past experience," the order officer spread his hands, his face full of helplessness and anxiety: "Besides, can there be troops from outside who come to us without anyone noticing?" Dragon Clouds City?"

Hearing this sentence, Thales was stunned for a few seconds.

Seems like something... slipped through?

The next moment, he was shocked!

The White Blade Guards exchanged glances with each other, and the senior veteran said slowly: "In any case, we must wait until the arrival of the White Blade Guard colleagues."

"With all due respect, on the way I just came here, I saw a lot of corpses of the White Blade Guards. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to come here in an organized way." Under the astonished eyes of the White Blade Guards, the order officer sighed: " If His Majesty's injury can't be delayed—we can just escort you on the periphery and not get close to you..."

"No!"

A childish voice sounded.

Everyone's eyes moved slightly, and they turned to the boy who made the sound.

Seeing the prince of the stars, Thales clenched his fists.

Thales panted heavily, and at that moment, it seemed as if a string was suddenly opened in his mind.

He figured something out.

"Don't believe them!" Thales gritted his teeth, and tremblingly said under the strange and terrified eyes of the little cunning head:

"A group of elite foreign troops are indeed stationed near Dragon Clouds City."

The White Blades frowned.

Thales calmed his breathing and thought about some things. He tried his best to speak calmly:

"A group of people who can come to Dragon Clouds City in a fair and just manner—the elite standing army..."

"You are the army."

The order officer frowned again, looking at the prince who spoke.

At this time, a burst of loud applause sounded from the crowd.

————

Two blocks away, several people from Xingchen were confronting each other nervously.

Wyah, the second prince's attendant, wrestled with Miranda's long sword as he struggled to raise his single-edged sword.

Wyatt tremblingly looked to the other side: Rolf, who had a broken arm, had been easily defeated by Police Officer Cohen.

The prince's attendant yelled, "Don't kill him! We mean no harm!"

"No malice?" Opposite Wyatt, Miranda holds a sword in one hand, firmly suppressing the attendant, with sharp eyes: "You guys made the first move!"

"I don't know why!" Huai Ya shouted anxiously: "But Rolf... this supernatural being belongs to His Royal Highness Thales!"

"Thales? You mean His Royal Highness?" Cohen's face was dignified and serious. He held a sword in one hand and Rolf in the other. Looking at his sad and angry eyes, he shook his head: "Just this gangster? "

"That's right!" Huai Ya nervously argued: "We are all members of the Star Mission, Miss Miranda, we met in Broken Dragon Fortress, didn't we?"

Cohen raised an eyebrow and turned to his female companion.

"I know you are the son of Earl Gilbert Castle and the prince's attendant." Miranda said calmly.

"But why are you here? In the most dangerous place in Dragon Clouds City?" Miranda looked at the surrounding ruins with clear eyes, then looked at Wyatt and Rolf, with a suspicious expression on her face: "Not in the Palace of Heroes Here, guarding the prince's side in this disaster-ravaged night?"

"Isn't it too suspicious?"

Huai Ya gritted his teeth, only feeling that the opponent's sword was pressing on the most difficult part of his own sword, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The prince disappeared in the capital of the enemy country...

this kind of thing...

"I have no obligation to answer you!"

The attendant shook his head stubbornly: "The prince has taken risks all the way in Exeter, and you—two heirs of great aristocrats with outstanding skills, sensitive identities, and enmity with the royal family, appeared here for no reason—isn't it more Suspicious!"

"Suspicious?" Cohen snorted softly.

"Then how do you explain this?" He held Rolf by the collar, ignoring the hatred in his eyes, and said coldly: "I remember his nickname—the Wind Follower, a scum of the Bottle Gang, Dozens of days ago, he was still killing people on the streets of Eternal Star City, why did he suddenly become the servant of the prince?"

Wyatt choked on words.

"Don't try to lie to me," Cohen showed his true colors as a police officer and frowned, "You know, I'm the one who crushed his throat!"

Rolf's eyes were burning, feeling his numb arm, he took a sip.

No.

you are not……

Not this green skin!

but that woman...

That Surriton woman with two knives!

Huai Ya only felt a splitting headache: "How do I know what this bastard did in the past!"

He took a step forward against Miranda's sword and roared, "But he is my companion now!"

Cohn and Miranda exchanged a look.

Wyah resisted Miranda's sword forcefully, but out of thin air, she had the illusion that "the strength is not as strong as her".

Damn.

Every move, every style, was eaten to death by her!

Miranda Aarend, last top seed -- really as perverted as Terry legend says?

Wyah clenched his teeth, and a burst of terminating force surged into his arms, making him feel a slight tingling pain, and at the same time he moved the long sword, desperately blocking Miranda.

The female swordsman holds the sword in one hand, and with a skillful turn of the blade, she releases the opponent's strength.

This time, it was Miranda's turn to change her face!

This is……

She gritted her teeth slightly.

"Your sword skills are good, and your intuition is also great."

"It should be more suitable for the power of ending like the sword wash." Miranda took a step back, narrowing his eyes slightly: "But your current power of ending can make the opponent feel stinging during the battle..."

"Wyah Castle," Miss Arend said with a look of vigilance on her face, "this strange power of ending—what is your relationship with the Sword of Disaster?"

This time, even Cohen's face changed drastically!

Huai Ya was taken aback.

"Strange ending power?" Wyatt shook his head doubtfully, "What I learned was the 'Front of No Return' taught by Mr. Shatier! It was her..."

"Shut up," Miranda said with a cold face:

"Daphne Shatier, one of the eight extreme inheritors of the Tower of the End, is my teacher!"

The female swordsman shook off her long sword, tucked her ponytail into her collar - Cohen knew that this was a sign that she was going to be serious - and said solemnly: "And I have never heard from her that 'no answer' The Edge'!"

Wyatt's expression changed.

"This is the recently developed terminating power...you have all graduated five or six years ago..." he said anxiously.

But the blond police officer interrupted him: "Recently developed? I'm afraid this is the power of the sword of disaster!"

Huai Ya frowned tightly: These stubborn guys!

Cohen's eyes were terrifying, and he only heard him seriously: "Could it be that...you were also part of their plan to assassinate the prince, were they their internal response? The prince's attendant?"

Huai Ya only felt that his head was as big as a bucket.

"I'll say it again, Rolf and I are both responsible for the important task entrusted by His Royal Highness Thales, and what you are doing at this moment," the distraught Wyatt raised his hand again, with a hint of Angry: "It's a betrayal of the stars!"

"An important task entrusted by a seven-year-old child?"

"Although I know that our Highness is very smart," Cohen said coldly, "but there must be a limit to lies."

The finishing power surged in his left hand, and he threw out Rolf, who had lost the power of resistance!

"boom!"

The ghost with the wind smashed into the ruins, bringing up countless smoke and dust.

Rolf remained motionless, as if he had lost consciousness.

"You—" Wyatt snapped angrily.

But Miranda's sword was already attacking him in an erratic way!

"clang!"

The woman's long sword hit Huai Ya's hilt just right, making Huai Ya take two steps back with difficulty from his old wound.

"Clarify your mission—or your relationship with the Sword of Disaster, and what you plan to do to the prince, Officer Caso." Miranda said bluntly.

Wyah supported the ground with one hand, looked at the silent Rolf who disappeared into the ruins, and shouted angrily:

"Damn it, you guys got it wrong from the beginning - I'm not a sword of disaster at all! I haven't done anything against the prince either!"

Wyatt gasped for breath, tightly clutching his shoulders—the wound torn open by the vampire was a little cracked.

Miranda's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

Cohen frowned, and strode towards Huai Ya: "We have met your companions in Dragon Clouds...just try a little bit..."

But the security officer had only taken two steps when Miranda suddenly stopped him!

"Miranda?" Cohen looked at his companion's movements in amazement: "Why do you..."

"Wait!" Miranda turned pale, as if thinking of something.

The female swordsman's expression changed several times.

A few seconds later, Miranda trembled all over!

Cohen looked at his companion worriedly: "Miranda?"

"Cohen," Miranda's breathing became more and more intense, she frowned, and looked at Wyatt who was furious on the ground: "What he just said..."

"From the assassination of Prince Thales in front of the fortress, the rumors of Dragon Clouds City, the news Gu sold to us, the reaction of the two Disaster Swords, and Raphael's words... If these clues are all connected together, I suddenly figured it out..."

Cohen narrowed his eyes in doubt: "What? What do you want to understand?"

Miranda stared at the angry Wyatt, and said with difficulty: "What he just said reminds me - he is not a sword of disaster, and he has never harmed the prince... If it is true..."

"What do you mean?" Cohen scratched his head: "You mean, what this kid said is true?"

"It's not just this kid," Miranda said uncontrollably, and Cohen could clearly hear the tension in her words: "It's everything in Dragon Clouds City!"

Huai Ya looked suspiciously at the two family members of the star nobles in front of him.

I saw a rare dignified expression on the female swordsman's face: "The Sword of Disaster exposed itself by assassinating the prince, so we came to investigate..."

Her words began to tremble: "But if, if there is no sword of disaster in Dragon Clouds City, and the sword of disaster has never harmed the prince..."

"What are you talking about?" Cohen shook his head and interrupted her: "We saw them, the pair of master and apprentice in the alley—the power of the end can't fool anyone."

"No, you don't understand! What we saw was the real sword of disaster," Miranda squeezed the sword tighter in his hand, and his face became paler: "But it is not the sword of disaster we were looking for at the beginning!"

"The sword of disaster that I was looking for at the beginning?" Cohen showed a thoughtful expression: "You mean..."

"Think about it, what is it that caused Tari to ask us to find the Sword of Disaster?" Miranda turned her head and stared at Cohen.

"What's the matter?" Cohen narrowed his eyes, recalling the past: "Crowath was ambushed by the Sword of Disaster when he was investigating the truth about the assassination of the prince, and his right hand was crippled..."

at this moment.

Miranda and Cohen's expressions changed drastically at the same time. They turned around as quickly as possible, back to back, and looked up at the surroundings.

"Someone is approaching!"

Huai Ya propped himself up with the sword, felt the bursts of feedback from the front of no return, and said with difficulty: "There are murderous intentions in all directions - we are surrounded!"

Orderly and powerful footsteps sounded without hesitation.

Fierce and sturdy figures appeared from behind the ruins.

Soon, Miranda and Cohen watched groups of soldiers in Dragon Clouds City patrol uniform pouring into the small ruins from all sides with ugly faces.

More than a hundred people surrounded them tightly.

Huai Ya looked at these indifferent-faced, heavily armed soldiers in astonishment, seeing their murderous looks one by one, feeling terrified in his heart.

when are they...

"They are all good players. They have killed people and seen blood, and they have no good intentions." Miranda glanced at the cold eyes of the soldiers and said softly.

"Why didn't we notice?" Cohen looked at more than a hundred elite soldiers with a heavy heart, holding his sword vigilantly.

"First, we spent all our energy fighting these two men," Miranda replied calmly, "Second, these people are elites, not ordinary patrols."

The soldiers who surrounded them moved slowly, separated the two sides, and made way for one person.

"Third," Miranda stared at the figure slowly walking out of the crowd, with an unprecedentedly cold face: "their commander, to us—whether it is the hidden skills of the Terminator Tower or the personal habits of the two of us, or whether it is Our whereabouts these days..."

"It's all too familiar."

The figure emerged from the crowd and stood at the forefront of the line.

Huai Ya stared at the person who didn't know why.

Miranda lowered her gaze and let out a deep sigh.

With the light of the sunrise, Cohen could clearly see the person in front of him - a swordsman in gray armor with a sword on his waist.

He opened his mouth wide in shock and widened his eyes.

Cohen blinked in disbelief.

That is……

They had just met not long ago...

"K...Crowash?"

Cohen was full of astonishment. He recognized this female swordsman who was also a seed at the same time in the Tower of Terminator.

"Aren't you supposed to..." The sword in the police officer's hand trembled, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the right hand of the short-haired female swordsman.

His words stopped.

that right hand.

Croeth's swordsman, who should have been abolished by the Sword of Disaster, was still tightly wrapped in bandages just a day ago.

At this moment, he was firmly pressed on the saber at his waist.

Fiddle with fingers flexibly.

"So this is the truth?" Miranda looked at the calm Croath, with deep tiredness—and disappointment—in her voice.

But the new girl—Crowey—has absolutely no intention of reminiscing with them.

She just stared at the two contemporaries coldly, as if they never knew each other.

"In the name of Exeter!" Croethe yelled.

Cohen and Miranda both shivered.

coming.

the truth of the matter.

At the same time as their Tower of Terminator, the female swordsman Croyce Melker, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, gently stroked her short hair, and held the sword handle at her waist with a cold expression:

"Miranda Arend, Cohen Karabyan," Croaish glanced at his disheartened and hopeless expression a day ago, and cast a pair of shrewd and sharp eyes on his two contemporaries, his tone was cold and unequivocal. Hesitantly said:

"Because of being suspected of secretly sneaking into Dragon Clouds City..."

Cohen and Miranda's hearts sank.

The girl in military uniform continued: "With the Star Mission, we conspired to harm the Grand Duke of Fengzhao City, Your Excellency Conkley Peifeite..."

Huai Ya's complexion changed drastically in an instant.

"As well as the assassination of the king, His Majesty Nun Walton..."

This time, the three stars in the field were all shocked!

What?

Croaich's deadpan words continued:

"Conspiracy to stage a coup d'état in Exeter..."

"You are under arrest!"

Croythe finished speaking and looked at them coldly.

Every time she said something, Cohen and Miranda turned pale.

Wyatt bit her lip tightly.

Miranda quietly looked at the same period who was training under the same teacher, with a complicated expression on her face.

Cohen's eyes widened and he kept shaking his head, as if he still couldn't believe what he saw.

"Put down your weapons and capture them with nothing," Croaish stood in front of more than a hundred soldiers, his face unchanged, and he moved neatly with his sword in his hand, saying in a cold voice:

"The one who resists dies."

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"As expected of the White Blade Guard, which is one in a thousand." Amid the applause, a rough middle-aged nobleman in military uniform separated from the crowd and stood in front of Thales and the White Blade Guard. "Such shrewdness and vigilance, the Dragon Guard is well-deserved."

The White Blade Guards frowned and exchanged suspicious looks.

But no one was as shocked as the Prince of Stars.

"you."

Thales tried his best to control his breathing.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at the man standing in the crowd.

That strange yet familiar person.

The mood is complex and delicate.

Such a result was both unexpected and irrefutable.

"It's you."

Thales took a deep breath, and unconsciously clenched the little slippery hand.

The girl looked at him worriedly.

"It's you. From the very beginning, you have deliberately transported the army to the vicinity of Dragon Clouds City in the name of escorting me."

"I sneaked in secretly, hiding in the dark."

Thales felt his throat was dry and hoarse, and said with difficulty:

"For this moment."

The rough nobleman on the opposite side sneered disdainfully, but there was no expression on his cold face.

"And just now, the person who hired the assassin," Thales turned his head numbly, looked at King Nun who had been dead for a long time, and closed his eyes with difficulty: "It must be you."

The breathing of the white blade guards gradually became heavier.

The other party was silent, holding an old scabbard that was worn out by his waist, and did not speak.

"Is it."

Thales opened his eyes and stared at the person in front of him.

The other party still didn't say a word.

Until Prince Xingchen took a deep breath, and in the confusion and pain, spit out the other party's name word by word:

"Honorable Grand Duke Heisha..."

"His Excellency Charmain Rumbar?"

The rough uniformed nobleman—the Grand Duke of Lombard moved his eyes and cast a sharp gaze, looking straight at Thales.

Thales just felt extremely cold in his heart.

There was silence.

The eyes of the White Blade Guards were full of anger and hatred.

The eyes of Heisha's army were full of indifference and killing intent.

Until the rough middle-aged aristocrat - Charmain Lombard's deep and thick voice resounded like muffled thunder.

"What a pity," Grand Duke Heisha raised his eyebrows, and said coldly, "The great born king, His Majesty Nun Walton, why did he pass away unexpectedly tonight?"

"He should stay in the Palace of Heroes."

Thales clenched his fists, he felt: the little slippery head began to tremble again.

"You know, he is my mother's brother and my relative."

Rumba narrowed his eyes and walked to a place only two meters away from them, looking at the corner surrounded by angry White Blade Guards.

"Losing loved ones - it just breaks my heart."

Charmain Rumba coldly drew his sword from the worn and worn scabbard at his waist.

"Shua!"

The saber that he had sent into his brother's chest with his own hands in a duel.

The "Order Officer" watched the Grand Duke's movements and waved gently.

The already tense atmosphere seemed to be instantly ignited.

"puff!"

The Heisha collar soldiers in the first row took a murderous step forward.

Although the White Blade Guards were few in number, they were all short in stature without showing any weakness, with the arm shield of their left hand on the long knife rest.

"Stand back, traitors of Black Sand Collar," the senior White Blade guard warned coldly, "otherwise you will taste the wrath of White Blade."

However, the soldiers of the black sand collar were unmoved.

"Okay," the leader who looked like an order officer chuckled, "We've been waiting for a long time, gentlemen of the capital."

The atmosphere is getting tense.

"Can we talk, Your Excellency?"

Thales exhaled. He looked at the Grand Duke Lombard with a complicated expression, and at the disparity in the number of people in the field: "About tonight's matter... Maybe there are other ways to solve it."

Charmain Rumba turned his head slightly.

He looked at Prince Xingchen indifferently, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

It was like looking at a dead body.

"Did you forget, Your Highness Thales?" Grand Duke Lombard raised his brows, his face seemed to be covered with unmelted ice: "It's not that I haven't talked to you before."

The little slippery man hid behind Thales in fear.

"Unfortunately……"

The second prince frowned and looked at each other in disbelief.

He remembered their first meeting.

I saw that Lunba's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly shook his head and said, "Children can't drink alcohol."

well.

Thales closed his eyes and exhaled lightly.

Damn.

In the next second, Grand Duke Heisha pressed his saber lightly, let out a breath, and there was a bottomless coldness in his eyes.

"Be quick," the Grand Duke ordered to his army with a deadpan face, "don't leave a single one alive."

"Especially that boy."