Kingdom’s Bloodline

Intrigue and trickery, crime and ugliness, many are born in chambers of darkness.

But conspiracies can also be created in broad daylight.

For example now.

In the approaching winter, at noon on November 16th, in a spacious horse farm, an elderly nobleman with a broad body and a fat body, dressed in a thick mink fur shawl, lowered his head and frowned under a parasol.

While watching the training of several horse trainers in the field, he tremblingly listened to the words of another nobleman on the left.

After a long while, he sighed leisurely, looking at a disobedient horse in the distance, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"What kind of royal family secret treasure is missing, worthy of our respected Majesty's indefinite blockade of the Mindis Hall? What a pity, I plan to go to the Mindis Hall next week to visit Master Kewen's posthumous work."

The nobleman beside him was younger and slender, with a relaxed expression, naturally and easily grabbed the agarwood pipe in his hand, and took a deep breath.

"Also, Gilbert rushed to the Mindis Hall overnight to report to His Majesty the situation of the gang war in the lower city." He said happily while puffing out smoke rings.

"Really? Your Majesty the Iron Fist King, since when have you ever cared about the life and death of the untouchables in the lower city? If your Majesty treats his people with half the kindness and kindness of the former King Eddie—" the fat old noble touched his heart in pain Thigh--The unruly horse kicked its front hooves.

"—then why should we meet at the riding grounds?"

"The Royalist Party must be planning something. I can guarantee that it will not be a trivial matter—maybe it is an action that can turn the tables in one fell swoop." The eyes of the young nobleman smoking a pipe were bright.

"Mindis Hall is really a good place. The secret treasure of the royal family is lost—hope it's not the paintings of Master Corvin—there must be increased vigilance there." The old nobleman suddenly said a word without beginning and end.

But the young nobleman nodded knowingly: "And I have news that Gilbert was ordered to find out the truth about the theft, and he will frequently inspect the Mindis Hall recently—with that man around, even the white eagle can't do it." .”

"We can try, but we can't go too far - we have to use other methods to disrupt their position."

The young aristocrat inhaled another puff of top-quality Fesola tobacco, which only produces 600 pounds a year, felt intoxicated for a moment, and then exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

"The Exeter mission will arrive in the country next month." At this time, the old nobleman showed sincere concern. "Alas, the peace between the stars and Exeter is hard-won after all."

"That's right." Compared with his predecessors, the young aristocrat couldn't hold back after all, and his sharpness and vigor were all shown in him: "If the envoys have an accident within the country, facing domestic and foreign pressure, it must be Our Majesty will also be very passive."

"If your majesty doesn't handle it properly," the old nobleman looked at the horse in the distance and got up, heaved a sigh of relief, took a sip of tea, and said helplessly: "Oh, sure enough, a country with a hereditary throne like ours is backward."

Both were silent for a while.

The old noble moved his body and asked casually, "What's going on in the West Ring District?"

"Don't ask me, my lord, you know I hate magicians the most."

"Well, what about the Black Street Brotherhood?"

"Those guys still don't let go," the young noble's face suddenly became displeased, "It's only been about ten years, and they have such a big tone. Presumably, their confidence in their backing is more confident than in our 'new star' It's still enough."

"Don't underestimate young people."

The old man grinned helplessly, with shrewdness and sharpness in his eyes:

"Children are frightening—that's what's scary."

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Compared with the quick glimpse from last night until dawn, the Mindis Hall that Thales saw in the afternoon seemed larger and more gorgeous,

Of course, it is also more spacious.

The first floor is the conference living room, the grand banquet hall and the open-air garden, equipped with a large kitchen and basement inventory, and even an armament storage.

In addition to the open-air balcony with a panoramic view of the outdoor garden (“For your safety, I do not recommend that you appear on the balcony or outside within a month.” - Gilbert), the huge second-floor There are three large rooms with different functions, noble banquet hall, meeting hall, game room and large and small rooms.

Although the corridors and entrances and exits from the first floor to the second floor are full of majestic guards in armor according to the rule of ten steps and one sentry, with faces hidden behind helmets, everyone is as scary as a sculpture ("Although they are members of the Canxing family Private swordsman of the end, but I still don’t recommend you to stab them in the stomach, Mr. Little.”——Gilbert), but from a distance, Mindis Hall is still cold and empty, scary.

But Thales' living room and bedrooms, including the dining room and the study room for class, are on the third floor. There is only one narrow staircase to pass from the second floor to the third floor, and the eight swordsmen of the end are fully armed and guarded here 24 hours a day, with shifts every six hours. As for the outside of the window and the roof of the hall, I heard that there are also guards standing in the open air ("There is a yordle here, please don't worry about threats from outside the window." - Gilbert).

Every dish, from broccoli and bread to beef and fresh water, is taken from the equally tightly guarded back kitchen and underground storage that has been equipped for a long time (“Excuse me, I can’t guarantee their freshness.” ——Gilbert), from cooking to delivery, has undergone strict detoxification, drug testing and drug testing procedures.

This is really an unimaginable security measure.

It seems that I am much more important than I thought.

Should it be said that it is the ruling class that holds power?

I don't know if Yala can sneak in with her skill? What if it is a magician?

Thales sighed, frowned, bit the last bite of the sweet and greasy buttered bread, and quickly picked up the cup to take a sip of black tea.

At least the food is much better.

"If you are still satisfied with afternoon tea," Gilbert took his teacup from Thales who was in a hurry with impeccable etiquette, and bowed slightly: "We are about to start the afternoon tea." course."

In fact, Gilbert maintained his unchanged smile and said to himself: Maybe we should start with table manners?

"Where's Yoddle? Where is he?"

"He is a competent guard, and naturally he is always nearby."

Thales resisted the idea of ​​subconsciously looking around.

Knowing that Yordle was nearby, he inexplicably felt much more at ease.

So Thales pulled the tie that was so tight on his chest that he was uncomfortable, and followed Gilbert into the study under Gilbert's slightly frowning brows.

"First of all, Thales, I talked to Yodel last night."

Gilbert watched Thales stuff himself into a leather chair, and looked curiously at the decoration around the study, especially the bookshelves full of books on three sides.

"You are a special child. I can see it from Yodel's judgment and the few hours I have been with you since I met you."

coming.

Thales still had a curious look on his face, but he was vigilant in his heart.

"But it's as it should be. The heirs of the stars are naturally special." Gilbert turned his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the desk engraved with the nine-pointed star logo.

His gray temples looked solemn at the moment.

"I believe that since fate sent you back to the stars, she must have made arrangements."

Thales looked at the middle-aged nobleman without saying a word.

"I probably know your past. Life on the streets must be difficult."

"But please forget this past."

Gilbert picked up a book he had prepared a long time ago from the black agarwood desk, turned around and said seriously:

"You will have a new identity, a new life, and even a new name, but what really matters is the future you will face and take on."

Gilbert's piercing eyes shot at Thales' gray pupils.

forget the past.

Thales muttered.

He looked into Gilbert's sharp eyes and nodded solemnly.

How can it be.

Thales sneered in his heart.

"I understand. So," Thales said slowly, considering his own words:

"Now, what do I need to know about myself and my past?"

Gilbert's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded slightly in his heart: panic, fear, helplessness, these emotions that a seven-year-old child should have at the moment, did not appear in this child.

Some are just calm and cautious, with little excitement.

He really is unusual.

Was it training in a fraternity? Jodl refused to go into details, but the assassin admired the kid's performance, but can the gangsters in the lower city really have this kind of experience?

Or is it true that there is something extraordinary about the nearly three thousand year old star lineage that has been passed down from the ancient empire?

Or, it's the other half of him...

Thinking of this, Gilbert frowned subtly.

But the competent nobleman still bowed slightly.

"Thales, dear little gentleman, please allow me to call you that for the time being."

"You are 7 years old this year. On the evening of July 25, 665, you were born in Mann Manor on the outskirts of the Star King's capital, Eternal Star City." Gilbert said unhurriedly:

"Your biological mother was an aristocratic lady whose name cannot be disclosed. She died of heavy bleeding during childbirth. Before she died, she even named you Thales in the name of a star."

Thales frowned slightly.

"You grew up in Mann Manor under the secret care of the Canxing family. Another court lady and I will visit you from time to time."

"During this period, you have been growing up as the adopted child of Lord Mann when he was hunting outside, without knowing your own identity."

"Last December, Lord Mann died in battle on the border of the western desert. Because he had no heir, his property and territory were taken back by the royal family. At the same time, I will bring you back to the Mindis Hall in the Evening Star District."

Thales was silent and finished listening to this narrative.

"And in the next month," Gilbert squeezed the book in his hand, "you will be the illegitimate son of King Kessel V, the only surviving descendant of the orthodox Star Royal Family and the Canxing Family, and claim that you are born The right is jointly recognized by the royal family, the Temple of the Sunset, and the High Council of the Stars as—"

The look in Gilbert's eyes was solemn and serious, as well as slightly worried and sad.

"—Heir to the High King of the Stars."

After a long time, Thales exhaled slightly.

It seems to be more complicated than imagined.

"I see, some things are still unclear, but I will firmly remember that I used to be Thales of Mann Manor and the adopted son of Lord Mann." Thales' eyes flickered and he put his hands together.

His thoughts are rapidly arranging, combining the existing information, combining elements from Gilbert's rhetoric, and turning them into effective information.

Gilbert nodded and sat down on a leather chair opposite Thales.

"For the rest, I will summarize the details for you to recite and familiarize yourself with."

"This is your task at present, and you only need to know this is enough."

Sure enough, though he respected me a lot.

But I still feel in my bones that there is no need to talk too much to a seven-year-old child.

Thales' eyes flickered.

"Next, I need to understand your relevant foundation—"

Just as Gilbert was thinking about what courses to provide Thales next, whether it was basic etiquette or written language, the future heir of Stars spoke abruptly and interrupted him.

"So, we have decided on a unified speech to the outside world," Thales, who was curled up in the leather chair, raised his chin from his hands, his eyes shining brightly: "Then it should be time, tell me the truth, right?"

Gilbert was slightly taken aback.

"Such as the identity of my biological mother, and why she is the way she is—hidden."

"There is also the difficult current situation of the Star Kingdom, especially the series of problems caused by the succession of the royal family."

"Plus the predicament the king is in, and those overt and covert, our common enemies and allies?"

"Perhaps you should tell me the above in detail, so that I will no longer have doubts in the next course, and I will be able to choose and focus on the knowledge I want to learn. I think this is for the stars and for your king. the best choice."

The voice fell.

The middle-aged noble opened his jaw slightly, looking back at Thales in surprise.

Did Yoddle tell him this?

No, it's impossible.

Thales put his hands away, with a calm expression, calmly but firmly waiting for Gilbert's answer.

At that moment, Gilbert felt as if he saw the young Kessel Eddie Canxing.

At that time, the stars in Prince Kessel's eyes were still there, and the warm light had not yet turned into the biting north wind.

Gilbert just lost his mind for a moment, then immediately came back to his senses and sighed slightly.

Extraordinary child.

From the next moment, the middle-aged nobleman began to answer his little master respectfully and respectfully:

"I see."

"I'll answer it for you right away."

"In order to save a little time, if you have any questions, you can ask them together."

Thales frowned slightly.

"Very good," he stood up from the comfortable but unaccustomed leather chair: "Then I'll just order."

The traveler let go of the extraordinary thinking in his brain, pulled out all the intelligence and information, and summarized the key points just like sorting out documents in the past.

"You said that the bloodline lamp was a magical spell cast twelve years ago, but I am obviously only seven years old. Why did you start preparing for the method of finding bloodline descendants twelve years ago? I think this is probably the same as me. Who is she? Why did she leave me in the hands of gangsters after giving birth to me seven years ago? These questions can be boiled down to 'Where did I come from'."

"Also, Kessel—my father is still in his prime, so what is the reason why the Star Kingdom has no heir for twelve years? Why do all the hopes of an heir fall on an illegitimate son of unknown origin? My father told me If it is not a matter of personal character, then I have to ask: What is the relationship between him and my mother? Why is my identity so secret? These questions are probably 'Who am I'?"

"Finally, what does my existence mean to the Kingdom of Stars? What kind of problems will Stars face without an heir? Who are our enemies and who are our allies? Listen to what you say, the Sunset Temple is in my business What is their situation? If my identity is recognized, or if I just show up in the kingdom, what will happen? As an illegitimate child, what are my rights? As an heir, what exactly do I have to inherit? These questions , which boils down to 'where am I going'."

"Where did I come from, who am I, and where am I going?"

"Mr. Gilbert, please answer these three questions for me."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Gilbert stared at the boy in front of him.

For no reason, strangeness and fear emerged in his heart.

The ancestors of the ancient times, the ancestors of the stars.

He sighed inwardly.

Is this boy your descendant?

What kind of power does your bloodline contain!

After a long while, the middle-aged nobleman finally said a word.

"Mr. Thales," he exhaled with difficulty, organizing his words:

"You really don't look like a seven-year-old."

Thales suddenly realized that he had acted inappropriately just now.

But he was already stuck.

Forget it, a child prodigy who understands the world is better than an ignorant puppet, right?

"More than one person has said this. If you want to please me, you have to put it in a creative way, Mr. Gilbert." In order to ease Gilbert's expression, Thales had a rare humor, with a bruise on his face. smile.

Gilbert didn't reply, but just gave him a deep look, his eyes fixed for a long time.

Just when Thales wondered if time had stopped, the sculptural middle-aged nobleman suddenly spoke and began to answer his doubts.

"Dear Mr. Thales, first of all, where are you from?"

"It all started twelve years ago."

"In March of 660, although the former king Eddie II was old, he was still in power. His rule was long and stable, and he was known as the 'King of Changzhi'."

"But all of a sudden, the entire Star Kingdom fell into unprecedented turmoil due to an intensified rebellion, which even involved the entire Western Continent."

"War, catastrophe, famine, these are the themes of that year."

"Many called that year the 'Year of Blood'."

"In such chaos and bloodshed, King Eddie was murdered, and the entire Canxing royal family was almost wiped out."

"Among all the orthodox royal family members, only his fifth son, the 35-year-old Prince Kessel Canxing, survived and was finally crowned king."

"That is your father, King Kessel V, known as the 'King of the Iron Fist'."

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