Kingdom’s Bloodline

Under the dim lights, the soldiers took Thales and the little slippery man, whose hands were tied behind their backs, roughly into the cell next to Cohen.

Hearing the sound of the thick iron door being locked, Thales comforted the little slippery man in a low voice, then turned his head and looked around through the fence.

Prison, why do you feel that I have a special relationship with this place?

There were only three prisoners bound - Wyah, and a man and a woman hiding in the darkness, all staring at Thales in disbelief.

However, there were six guards, and they stared intently at the prisoners in the cell with vicious expressions and extreme vigilance.

Thales squeezed the hands behind his back slightly, feeling sad: his dagger was taken away.

He gave up the only drier corner in the cell to Slick, and sat down on the wet and messy floor against the wall.

"Why are you here, Wyah?" Thales looked cautiously at the young man in the cell opposite him, and asked solemnly: "Puttilai, Rolf, and the others in the mission?" ?”

Are they all...

Huai Ya's face darkened.

"Mute and I, Lord Ada, and some soldiers were sent out to search for you, Your Highness." The prince's attendant's face was covered with scratches and bruises, and his clothes were also torn. "As for Mr. Putilei, They should still be waiting for news from us in the Palace of Heroes."

Thales frowned and began to think.

"You are not allowed to talk," a tall guard who looked like a leader walked up to their cell with his sword in hand, and said in a bad tone, "Do you want me to teach you how to shut up?"

Huai Ya looked at him angrily, clenching his teeth.

Thales ignored him, only to see the second prince raised his head and continued to ask, "Then how did you get caught..."

Wyah was about to answer, but he was interrupted.

"Clang!"

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing, the guard had unceremoniously pulled out a blade.

I saw him holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, and interrupted Thales coldly: "Little brat, I warned you..."

"No talking!"

The little slippery head turned pale with fright,

She moved behind Thales, pushed the prince's back with her shoulder, and signaled him to stop talking.

Thales sighed.

He slowly stood up from the wall and looked directly at the guard.

"The Exeter?"

The tall guard was slightly taken aback:

"What?"

Thales looked at the leader-like guard calmly, as if he wanted to see through his eyes what the other party was thinking.

"I'm asking you," the second prince said calmly, "Are you from Exeter, soldier?"

The guard in patrol uniform frowned.

"You were sent to guard me," Thales shook his head slowly, and he looked around at the surrounding soldiers: "So, you are insiders?"

"Including leaving no way out, ignoring sacrifices, trekking all the way here from Black Sand Territory at any cost, and following Luba to kill your king?"

When the other five guards heard this, they couldn't help turning their heads to look over, with different expressions.

The guard, who looked like the leader, suddenly became a little ugly.

"Kill the king?"

The prisoner in the next cell, a young man with blond hair opened his mouth in surprise, "So what Croesch said is true..."

"Shut up, Cohen." A young girl in the opposite cell interrupted him coldly.

Thales heard a somewhat familiar female voice, his heart moved, and he looked at the young girl.

she is……

The atmosphere in the cell became tense.

"You," the guard leader said with a gloomy face, his eyes were full of complex emotions, and his brows were raised: "You don't know anything, brat."

"But you know it yourself." Thales stared straight into his eyes without flinching, "When you took up your weapons and walked into Dragon Clouds City, when you saw the king's body, you felt so at ease. , is there no obstacle?"

The two guards looked hesitant. They turned their heads one after another and stopped looking this way.

"That's enough, self-righteous prince," the guard leader noticed his subordinate's movements, his face changed, and his expression struggled: "If you think this is the case, we will..."

"I'm not asking for anything from you," Thales shook his head slightly, and sighed, "Maybe you are all forced to do what you are told... But, after all, you are from the Northland."

"And the North shouldn't be like this."

The guard's expression froze, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

Thales raised his head again, and he looked at the guard leader with clear eyes: "I only ask for one thing."

The guard leader pursed his lips, stared at Thales, and frowned slightly.

"Before I was executed as a murderer," Thales sighed with a gloomy expression:

"Let me talk to them for a while."

The leader of the guard's gaze was fixed in the air, and his hand pressed and pressed on the half-unsheathed sword.

A few seconds later, as if he had come to his senses, he turned to look at his colleagues and subordinates.

But everyone else has turned their heads away, with different expressions.

Finally, the leader of the guard snorted coldly.

"Clang!"

He put away his sword blade, closed his eyes and turned around, like his colleagues, he ignored Thales.

Thales let out a deep breath.

"Thank you," the second prince said sincerely with a tired expression, "Northern people."

His whole body was sore, and he really wanted to sit down slowly along the wall.

But from the corner of the prince's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the little slippery boy who was out of his mind, and the poor girl shrank back to the corner, staring at the empty ground in a daze.

Taylor's heart darkened.

Thinking of the predicament he was in, Thales shook his head, pulled himself together, and moved to the fence.

It's not over yet.

Can't rest.

"What is this place?" Thales leaned against the thick wooden fence, observing everything around him.

Compared with the dungeon in the Vinegrass Manor, this cell seems to be relatively simple, with only two permanent lamps burning a small amount of eternal oil.

strangeness.

"I don't know, Your Highness," Wyatt's face appeared behind the opposite cell, full of anxiety and anger: "We, we encountered an ambush, and then we were covered..."

Thales frowned slightly: "'We'? You mean..."

Before Thales could continue, in the cell next door, a handsome young man who was tightly chained to death had already struggled to move his head.

"Your Highness!"

The poor prisoner seemed to be enduring severe pain. He gasped and said, "Your Highness Thales, I am Cohen, Cohen Karabyan."

"You may not know me, but I am the police officer and patrol captain of the royal capital—I mean Eternal Star City..."

Thales looked at his face, and a scene from the past came to mind.

Karabyan.

It's him.

But how could he...

"I know you, a member of the Twin Towers and Longsword family," Thales looked at Cohen thoughtfully, his gaze passing over his blond hair: "I still remember that when you were in the Hall of Stars, your father almost hit you." stand up."

Cohen's face froze, he even forgot the sharp pain in his right arm.

That was his first impression of the heir to the kingdom?

"It's a great honor to see you again, as well as your attendant, the second prince, Your Highness Thales," Cohen said with a depressed face, glanced at Huai Ya who was snorting coldly, and looked listlessly To the little girl behind Thales: "And this young lady must be..."

"Uh," Cohen frowned, looked at Thales' age, then at the girl's age, and asked in confusion, "His Royal Highness?"

The girl opposite Cohen raised her eyebrows and burst out laughing.

Thales' expression twitched.

The little slippery boy looked at Thales nervously with a sad face.

Seeing his companion's laugh, Cohen reacted awkwardly: "That's right, you're not that old yet..."

"Ahem," Thales frowned, "Thank you for your concern, Your Excellency Karabyan."

With a dirty face, Cohen raised his head vigorously and showed a friendly smile to the prince.

"As for you, Miss Arend in Broken Dragon Fortress," Thales turned his head, looked at the lightly armored black-haired woman diagonally opposite, and couldn't help sighing, "I guess you're not here for sightseeing, are you? ?”

Miranda Aaronde, who was in a state of embarrassment, still showed no false expressions. She turned her head and said indifferently amidst the sound of the chains: "Same as you, Your Highness."

Thales stared blankly at Miranda, then at Cohen.

them……

The heir of the Arend family in the north...

"You two," he took a deep breath and started to turn his brain again: "Do you know what kind of trouble you've gotten into?"

"I heard a little," Miranda's cold voice said, "Is the king of Exeter assassinated?"

"It's not just being assassinated," Thales nodded, let out a breath, his face was ugly: "The king has passed away."

Several guards in the cell glanced at them unconsciously, but the leader stared back fiercely.

Miranda frowned, Wyah's eyes widened.

Cohen closed his eyes, put his head back on the ground, and said regretfully, "I knew it..."

The little slippery man in the corner of the cell trembled slightly when he remembered the scene of King Nun's death.

"So," the female swordsman's voice continued through the fence: "What happened?"

Thales glanced at the little slippery head, sighed slightly, and then turned to the three who were staring at him.

"I only know part of the truth," Thales frowned: "And now..."

He raised his head and looked at the three people with serious expressions: "I need you to tell me exactly what happened to you, whether it is the cause or the consequence."

"Just start with why you appeared in the Northland."

Ten minutes later.

"Caslan Rumba?"

Thales couldn't hide the astonishment on his face, nor could he suppress the volume of exclamation. Even the six guards glanced at him.

The prince's hesitant eyes wandered back and forth between the gloomy Cohen and the solemn Miranda.

The old man in the tavern.

It seemed so reassuring.

besides……

His character, the kind of compassion and open-mindedness in him, are not quite like the performance of a hypocritical villain.

Huai Ya stared: "That old man in the tavern? Isn't he the former commander of the White Blade Guard? He has a great reputation."

"It's surprising, isn't it?" Miranda's voice was still steady, but out of thin air there was a suppressed emotion: "It is rumored that he has a bad relationship with Charmain Rumba, and I thought he had always been loyal to the Walton family... ..."

"An old man with a human face and a beast's heart," Cohen struggled angrily to get up, and grinned again: "I can't even connect my right arm properly, so I know he is uneasy and kind..."

"You are the most intimate with him, and you hooked your shoulders when you met." Miranda's indifferent words immediately exposed Cohen's lie, making the latter look embarrassed.

Thales stared blankly at the ground, and some things in his memory began to become clear.

"No," Thales breathed slowly, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "Caslan, this explains a lot of mysteries."

"Nikolai told me that he learned from an old friend of the White Blade Guards that it was the sword of disaster that assassinated me under the fortress," Thales' eyes gathered, and the scene before he entered Dragon Clouds City appeared in front of his eyes. For a while, "However, before King Nun broke his neck, Grand Duke Peifit told me that it was the Shadow Shield that assassinated me."

The 'old friend' Nicolai was talking about was probably Kaslan.

Both Cohen and Miranda were taken aback.

"Shadow Shield?" Cohen frowned, "So they're back?"

Thales shook his head and did not answer the police officer's question.

He has to get to the point.

Wyah glanced at Cohn unhappily.

"Sword of Misfortune - whatever it is - is a lie and a sham invented by Kaslan and Charmain Rumba to lure you here in the name of the Tower of the End," after Cohen was embarrassed to find no one answering. At the moment, Thales murmured: "To be exact, I'm bringing you, Miss Arend, the heir to the Guardian Duke of the Northern Territory."

Miranda sighed.

"That's right, Croethe is just sending back the news, she has no right to decide who will send the Tower of the End," Cohen was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "But Kaslan can—he is a close friend of Master Shao, It is entirely possible to suggest and even appoint whomever he wants."

"Nobles from the northern border of the stars entered Dragon Cloud City secretly—if it was normal, that's fine," Huai Ya took up the topic in a deep thought, "but when the king was assassinated, the suspicious-looking star people were caught, and the secrets were caught. The heir to the Duke of the North who sneaked into Dragon Clouds City, the nature of the matter is..."

"The perfect scapegoat," Miranda slowly closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Compared to a weak young prince trying to assassinate the king, this is much more convincing."

But Thales didn't speak.

His brain was spinning faster and faster.

Finally, in the dark and oppressive cell, the second prince spoke softly.

"Not only that," Thales took a deep breath, the picture in his eyes became clearer and clearer: "Wyer is right, you are still the heir to the North."

"Northland," the second prince narrowed his eyes, recalling Val Arend's hysteria in the Renaissance Palace: "South of Broken Dragon Fortress, the starry northland that Rumba dreams of."

"When Rumba conspired with the Duke of Val, he was determined to win the northern region of the stars."

Several people fell silent.

Cohen blinked his eyes, as if he was still sorting out the clues, Miranda stared blankly at the iron chain on his body, and Wyatt bit his lip tightly.

"I am the scapegoat for the king's death, but you, Miss Arund," Thales sighed slowly, "As the most orthodox heir in the north after Duke Vaal was imprisoned, you are not just a scapegoat—you may not even be a scapegoat. scapegoat."

"Not a scapegoat?" Cohen was startled, struggling to get up in pain: "What does this mean?"

Miranda opened her closed eyes, she understood.

Thales raised his head, his mind became clearer and clearer.

"Think about it, the venerable Duke Val Allende was framed and imprisoned by the fatuous King Kessel," the prince said softly, "It just so happens that Prince Star assassinated the King of Exeter."

"And the daughter and heir of the Duke of Val, went to Exeter to ask for help, trying to get justice and take back everything that belongs to Arend."

Everyone in the cell held their breath.

Including the guards of the black sand collar.

"It's a good story, isn't it." Thales smiled and shook his head slightly.

"No way," Cohen said in a daze with surprise on his face, "They..."

"Charmain Rumba, he really kept his promise," Thales sighed slowly, his face full of helplessness: "It seems that the cooperation agreement between him and Val Arend..."

"It still works."

"And you, Miss Arend," Thales sighed, looking at the silent Miranda with a cold expression, "In the hands of Rumba, you will be between the stars and the dragons, in the coming During the negotiations or wars that affect the ownership of the northern territory..."

"The biggest bargaining chip."