Kingdom’s Bloodline

Rumba got out of the carriage alone.

The carriage door was re-closed.

Obviously, he had no intention of letting Thales go down with him.

Thales, who was still immersed in the news revealed by Rumba just now, supported the carriage, stabilized his figure in astonishment and confusion, and pressed his face to the glass of the carriage under the worried eyes of the little slippery head.

Rumba said someone wanted his life.

who is it?

Who would want to save his life?

Is it really what I think...

Thales' thoughts were interrupted by the scene in front of him.

This is a small alleyway, which has been cleared by the black sand collar soldiers in patrol uniforms, and a slightly larger open space has been cleared.

The Grand Duke of Lombard resumed his unsmiling and serious expression, leaned on his sword, and walked towards the center of the alley with steady steps.

There, a white man in a thick padded jacket waited for the Grand Duke's arrival with a relaxed expression on his face.

Thales frowned slightly: he didn't know this man who was almost no different from ordinary northerners.

The man smiled and raised his hands to press his chest, bowed to Rumba, his lips moved slightly.

Rumba nodded slightly and said something.

"Who is that?" The little slippery head moved to Thales' side.

"I don't know." Thales frowned, and the two of Rumba spoke in such a low voice that they couldn't hear them in the carriage.

But this is his survival, Thales told himself: he has to hear.

must.

So Thales squeezed his fist, closed his eyes gently, and recalled the unique feeling between life and death over and over again.

According to Hei Jian, he hinted to himself over and over again, as if there was another person living in his body.

It's about survival.

help me.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, finally, the familiar fluctuations struck again.

The crime of Hell River surged into his head like life, and Thales tried his best to concentrate it near his ears.

At that moment, he first felt that other parts of his body were a little heavy and a little weak.

But then a voice that he would not normally hear came to his ears.

The first thing Thales heard was the unsteady heartbeats of himself and the little slippery man, followed by the restless sound of the little slippery hand rubbing hands.

But Thales quickly mastered the trick. He turned his ear to the carriage, and in the noise at the alley, he could barely hear the voices of the two men talking.

"Yes, he is satisfied and delighted with our cooperation," came a strange male voice that Thales had never heard before, and the owner of the voice seemed confident and calm: "It seems to be going well?"

But the person who answered him didn't seem to have much patience for a conversation with him.

"Let's get straight to the point," came the gloomy and heavy voice of the Grand Duke of Lombard:

"The boy is in the car."

Thales shuddered.

He opened his eyes, raised a hand, and poked his cunning head curiously to be quiet.

"That boy?" The strange man's voice suddenly rose, as if he had found a long-lost treasure.

Thales raised his head and looked out of the car window.

There, the strange man in a thick jacket turned his head and glanced in the direction of the carriage.

This glance seemed to penetrate the glass, making Thales shudder.

It was a pair of eyes full of greed and desire.

Like a poisonous snake before the hunt.

The strange man's eyes lit up, and he looked back at Rumba: "Thales Canxing? Is it him?"

Rumba didn't say a word, still looking at him coldly.

"So fast?" The man narrowed his eyes, and after only two seconds, he confirmed the answer.

He put his hands together, hung up the corners of his mouth, and the originally tepid polite smile on his face suddenly became amiable: "The last gate and the Palace of Heroic Spirits are still in the hands of Dragon Cloud City—could you sneak in and tie him up?" Out?"

Thales' heart moved: The Palace of Heroes is still in the hands of the Walton family.

Rumba snorted.

"I have my own way," Grand Duke Heisha's emotions remained the same, not giving the man in front of him any good looks: "What do you say?"

The man was staring at the Grand Duke Lombard, like a small businessman looking at his biggest customer.

"Of course very good!" The man clapped his hands and said with a big smile, "We are very grateful for your help, and you will reap our lasting friendship..."

But his words were interrupted rudely by Rumba.

"Stop talking nonsense." Charmain Rumba, who was in uniform, snorted coldly.

He stared at the man in front of him with a cold face:

"What are you going to exchange for him?"

The strange man froze for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand: "Exchange?"

The man held his hands lightly, his face moved slightly, as if he was chewing the word slowly, and then he smiled heartily: "Please forgive my long-windedness, but since before, our help to you has been..."

"Help?" Rumba uttered again, blocking the man's words in his throat shamelessly.

Grand Duke Heisha snorted disdainfully:

"Except for contacting a reliable swordsman, you didn't do anything."

Rumba raised his chin slightly, with sharp eyes: "Want that boy? Then you'd better change the price."

Thales, who was eavesdropping, shivered slightly: Contact a reliable swordsman?

"A reliable swordsman?" The man quickly answered Thales' doubts. He frowned slightly, and with an aggrieved smile of "how is this possible", he argued:

"We're talking about the Assassin's Flower, and I promise you won't find better assassins than them in this world, especially if you're aiming at the most difficult targets."

Rumba didn't speak.

"With all due respect, due to your intelligence error, the migratory locusts wasted too much time looking for the target in the Palace of Heroes," the man shook his head and sighed, "If our people hadn't discovered the target's whereabouts in time, the migratory locusts would not have It is possible to complete the task, and it is impossible for you to..."

The man stopped his words, he frowned, and saw Rumba shaking his head slowly.

"As far as I know, Biannette Sarriton is not one of you. He eats with his own knife, so I will discuss payment with him alone." Rumba's voice was not loud, but there was an unquestionable smell:

"As for you, don't use other people's chips to bargain - if you still want to take that boy, that prince."

Thales in the carriage listened to these two conversations with him as the main character, and a certain joint suddenly came to his mind.

Biannette Sariton, who plunged down from the cliff of the sky, and then assassinated King Nunn in the shield zone.

But according to that man...

In other words, the reason why Rumba brought the army to appear in front of him...

The man didn't speak anymore, he just looked at Luba quietly, with complicated expressions in his eyes.

Rumba continued to stare at him blankly.

In the end, the man was still defeated by Rumba's eyes, and he sighed:

"You are so greedy."

"We're not talking." Rumba shook his head, said something coldly, and turned to leave.

The man's expression changed.

What a stingy Grand Duke—he said impatiently in his heart.

"Okay, okay, Your Excellency the Grand Duke!" He stopped Rumba somewhat annoyedly.

The strange man shrugged, seemingly helpless, but there was a strange light in his eyes.

"If only you would give us that boy..."

The man let out a breath slowly, and his expression returned to the previous sly smile.

"We have a wide range of resources and manpower, from the Principality of Anrenzo to Vallier State, from Jingbi City to the Three Devils Islands, and the same is true in Exeter," the man chuckled twice: "I bet, the newborn Exeter will have a lot of needs for us. After all, not everyone will obey a vicious lord who is suspected of killing the king. We can help you calm down the domestic situation. If there are any vassals who are not good-looking of……."

resource.

manpower.

It's not easy to start...

Thales' heart shuddered!

At that moment, he suddenly knew the identity of the man in front of him.

But Rumba's answer was only two cold words: "Not enough."

The man was slightly taken aback.

He frowned, as if he was thinking carefully. After a while, he loosened his frown, and said cautiously: "If this doesn't satisfy you..."

"We still have a lot of information. Whether it's political scandals or state secrets, as long as some operations or even adjustments are added, it is enough to cause an uproar in some small countries," the man's tone was no longer as relaxed as before, and in Thales' ears , His speech speed is getting faster and faster: "As far as I know, Exeter has always been concerned about the situation on the west side and the front line of the Golden Corridor, and we can make the Liberty League fall into civil strife for several years and be unable to draw a hand. It can also cause Baishan to suffer, if your ambition is not limited to..."

Thales clenched his fists and swallowed lightly.

Not good.

it sounds like...

"Not enough." To Thales' expectation, Luba's answer still only had these two cold words.

At this moment, the man's expression finally stiffened like never before.

He looked at the Grand Duke Lombard for several seconds.

The man closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of hot air from his nose, and when he opened them again, apart from seriousness, there was also a chilling coldness in his eyes.

"Then what exactly do you want?"

There was already a hint of impatience in the man's words, and his tone began to calm down: "Power? We can serve as your eyes and ears, swords and shields, and serve your ambitions. Wealth? Although our inventory is not as large as that of a country , but some rare treasures are rare even for the royal families of various countries. Beauty? We can... No, I believe you are not such a vulgar person-so, Your Excellency, what is the price in your heart?"

The man took a deep breath, and the smile on his face had disappeared:

"As long as you say it, we can discuss it."

Luba stared at him fixedly, and at some point, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"My price?"

Grand Duke Heisha snorted coldly, which caused a trace of displeasure to flash in the man's eyes.

"Assassins, the signature killers of the organization, and even the intelligence secrets you rely on for a living—you are willing to pay such a price just for that boy, without hesitation," Lombard suddenly moved, and slowly approached the strange man, his eyes burning, Like a long-dormant beast:

"It just proves one thing."

The man's heart shuddered, and he unconsciously took a step back, feeling Luba's oppressive gaze.

Thales, who was in the carriage, heard Rumba say every word: "The value of this boy is much more than all the above things put together."

With supernatural hearing, Thales heard his breathing start to speed up.

my worth.

what is that?

What has it to do with them?

The man's face changed again.

He stared, watching Rumba slowly press the sword on his waist, and the military uniform on the Grand Duke made a sound of rubbing.

"Is there some secret about him that I don't know," Luba said in a low voice, his eyes resting on the man's uncertain face: "My request is very simple: I want that secret."

"That's why you've been trying so hard to get him."

Rumba's voice fell, and the two stopped talking.

Negotiations returned to silence.

In the arena, only faint human voices could be heard from outside the alley.

The atmosphere of the conversation became weird.

The two remained motionless facing each other.

Even Thales, who was so anxious, couldn't help it, and wanted to get out of the car and urge him.

"Respected Your Excellency the Grand Duke, you haven't even taken down Dragon Clouds City and Exeter in front of you, and you are thinking about other things?" Finally, the strange man spoke slowly, and the words in his voice Contains a disturbing flatness and coldness:

"The future is as great as yours, why do you want to be so ambitious?"

Thales couldn't help pursing his lips tightly.

"I've already revealed my price," Lunba didn't have the slightest intention to argue with the other party, he looked at the man indifferently: "Tell me, why is he so important to you?"

The man glanced at the carriage, then lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"I'm short on time," Rumba added dryly, "You have ten seconds to make a decision."

The man's brows kept rising and falling, and his Adam's apple twitched.

He is hesitating.

At that moment, even Thales held his breath.

"You know, he is a prince..." The man exhaled and said slowly, "Princes are naturally very precious."

Rumba snorted disdainfully: "Don't tell me, you are going to exchange him for ransom with Xingchen."

"Why not?" The man showed a long-lost smile, but there was gloom in his eyes: "Everyone knows the wealth of the Canxing royal family."

"Then why don't I kidnap him for ransom myself?" Lunba asked him quickly, his voice full of majesty: "Why do you want to make a deal with you?"

The man clenched his teeth lightly.

"Your Excellency, I thought we were here today..." The man responded with an ugly face, but Luba interrupted the sentence again regardless of his feelings.

"Actually, I probably guessed something." The Grand Duke slightly raised his head, and the saber in his hand swayed softly: "When you arranged for our army's spies to assassinate him, you didn't hesitate."

"But today they said they want a living him."

Thales gritted his teeth lightly.

correct.

What Rumba was talking about was the assassination with the magic spear under the Broken Dragon Fortress.

If you contact Peifeit's last last words again...

"I thought he was dead before, but now I want to hold the living prince in my hands," Lunba said in a deep voice, "Your plan is related to the ownership of Xingchen's throne, isn't it?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking from a distance, he looked like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

But Rumba's next sentence made the man's color change suddenly:

"What you did in Xingchen twelve years ago is also related to this?"

It wasn't just the man whose face changed drastically.

And Thales in the car.

The Year of Blood.

He didn't expect that under such circumstances, he could come into contact with this secret that had troubled him for a long time.

"And the reason why you have changed back and forth and no longer want to put him to death..." Lunba has completely controlled the rhythm of the conversation, he tilted his head, his eyes seemed to contain the ice and snow of the whole winter:

"It's some big guy in your organization who came and overturned all the expectations of you little bastards, right?"

The man's face became increasingly ugly.

Lunba said indifferently: "Is it 'him'?"

Thales raised his head slightly, with a question in his heart: Him?

The man opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then raised his eyes.

"I won't bother you about these," the man's expression was full of indifference and rejection: "In one word: we need that boy."

"Of course." Lombard slightly raised his left hand towards the direction of the carriage, and said softly, "The premise is that you tell me exactly why you want this boy."

The man looked at Luba quietly, as if he wanted to find something from this face full of vicissitudes.

"Yes, that's right," the strange man said slowly, "If we control this boy, we will control the Star Throne, won't we? It will also be of great help to you..."

Rumba didn't let him go on.

"I'm tired of your nonsense, errands," Grand Duke Heisha said calmly, with a touch of indifference: "Where is your big man, where is the one who keeps his word?"

The man's face changed again.

Rumba looked at him blankly.

"Your Excellency, you are an ally we value and cherish very much." He let out a long sigh, as if he had made up his mind.

"For our more, deeper, and more important cooperation in the future, why can't we show some sincerity and goodwill to each other and leave some room for each other?" the man said silently.

Looking at the man's appearance, Rumba also took a long breath.

"The principle of cooperation is fairness." The Grand Duke's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "You didn't do anything, and you want to take such an important bargaining chip from me?"

The man raised his eyelids slightly, a different chill reflected in his pupils.

"did nothing?"

The strange man sneered softly: "Trust me, Your Excellency, if we get to the point where we really want to do something..."

"You don't want to see that day."

A strange color flashed in Luba's eyes.

"You, what do you mean?" Grand Duke Heisha whispered slowly, softly, word by word.

As if they were afraid of waking up the people who were sleeping soundly in the morning.

Thales subconsciously felt something was wrong.

But the man seemed to be unaware of the Grand Duke's expression and tone, only to see him slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

"I mean, no matter how confident people are, if they want to make an enemy of us, they'd better think twice."

The strange man raised his hand and straightened his robe, with a deep chill in his words.

"Look at Eddie II of the Stars," the man snorted coldly, "and his frightening eldest son, look at where they belong now..."

Taylor frowned slowly.

Rumba looked at him motionless, without any fluctuations in his expression, but with inexplicable colors dancing in his eyes.

The man put his hands down, looked up at the Grand Duke Lombard, and his tone was full of strange emotions: "Isn't their example arousing your attention?"

Rumba did not answer the man in front of him.

He responded to him with the most direct action.

In Thales' eyes, Luba suddenly raised his right arm and strangled the strange man's neck!