Kingdom’s Bloodline

"So, my terminating power has the characteristics of the rumored 'Sword of Disaster'?"

In a side room of the temple, Wyah Castle folded his arms solemnly. M.LWxS Lewen Mobile Network

On the clutter in front of him, Cohen is bandaging his previously scratched arm.

"It seems to be like this—at least it feels very similar," the police officer scrutinized the attendant in front of him while he was absent-mindedly dealing with the injury: "Are you indeed Teacher Shatier's student?"

Huai Ya glanced at Putilei and Raphael on the other side of the room, and sighed.

"I swear on my life and honor," he said helplessly: "Three years ago, on the eve of awakening the power of the end, I was qualified to enter the House of Inheritance. Teacher Shatier taught me a set of...special swordsmanship."

Huai Ya's eyes stayed in mid-air, recalling the past.

The sharp and unparalleled front of no return was born at that time.

Cohen watched his expression carefully, recalling all the interrogation and identification techniques he had learned during his military service and working in the Police Department.

But he still couldn't see anything.

strangeness.

Cohen secretly said in his heart.

The Sword of Disaster is obviously the sinner and traitor of the Tower of End, and that kind of power is considered taboo by Jedi.

But why, why would Master Chatier's students...

Also, why is the power of the Bane Sword taboo? Is it too destructive? Fighting style is too fierce?

Something is not quite right.

Cohn thought instinctively.

Cohen had another question in his mind.

The sword of disaster, the secret department.

His gaze turned to Raphael who was discussing something with Putillai.

Cohen clenched his fist slightly: Not now, they are still in danger.

at last,

Cohen could only shrug his shoulders, but the vigilance in his eyes still did not let go: "I will remember to ask, Miranda is the seed of the 'Pegasus' line, she is very familiar with Master Shatil."

"Oh, 'The Undefeated Miranda'," Wyatt's eyelids moved slightly, and he and Cohen looked at each other: "I've heard his name for a long time."

"I guess so." Cohen looked at Wyah's expression and snorted softly, "After all, he is the nearest chief."

Wyatt looked back at him and nodded.

"Thank you," the prince's young attendant pondered, "whether it's your misunderstanding or your understanding, Sergeant Karabyan."

But he changed the subject immediately: "And should you tell me about the Sword of Disaster, after you chased us down half a street with the sword in this name?"

Cohen's pupils tightened slightly.

"I can't say any more," the police officer patted him on the shoulder, "but since you are the son of Earl Gilbert Castle and the prince's attendant..."

Cohen showed a smile to Wyah: "I think your suspicion has been released for the time being."

Huai Ya's expression was momentarily unnatural.

"Hmph," Huai Ya's cheeks moved slightly, and his tone raised, "What if I'm not his son?"

Cohn raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wyah.

But in the end he just shook his head and said nothing.

Wyah exhaled through his nose, seemingly dissatisfied.

"correct."

The attendant raised his head:

"Did you have a problem with Rolf?"

Seeing Cohen's confused expression at that moment, Wyah pouted his lips to the right, and motioned, "That cripple, dumb."

Across the room, Rolf, who wore a silver mask from throat to chin, stared hard as he endured a star trooper splinting his broken arm.

Cohen scratched his head, avoiding the other party's sight with some embarrassment.

"Uh, what about that?" The security officer shook his head helplessly, "Do you know why he is dumb?"

Wyatt frowned.

"That's our holiday," Cohen concluded, raising his eyebrows.

The attendant looked at Rolf, then at the security officer, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Huai Ya let out a breath: "You know, His Highness saved his life, so now he is serving His Highness..."

"Okay, I see," Cohen said with a headache, "I will try to talk to him as little as possible...if he can still talk."

At this moment, a small figure walked into the room, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

That was the second prince of the Star Kingdom, Thales Canxing, who was preoccupied and out of his mind.

"Wow," Police Officer Karabyan said to Wyatt with slight doubts in his tone, "Is he always like this?"

Huai Ya shook his head with a puzzled look on his face.

Putilai stepped forward.

"Your Highness," the thin Deputy Envoy asked mockingly, "is the date with Goddess Haoyue over?"

Thales came back to his senses, he raised his head with a confused expression.

"Pitilai," he mused, "what is the meaning of the existence of gods?"

Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly, and he poked Wyatt beside him.

"Ah, I knew it," the security officer glanced at the prince's face, and said helplessly: "Never discuss life with the priests, they will only mess up your mind."

"Fortunately, it's not the priests of Ming Ye," Huai Ya shrugged: "They are even more crazy."

Putilei cast a reproachful glance at the other two.

"I don't know the answer to this question, Your Highness," the Deputy Envoy raised his chin slightly, condescending, and looked at Thales with sharp eyes: "But I'm pretty sure that no matter what kind of existence they are, they can't be changed. Your present condition—as an unlucky prince in trouble."

Thales was slightly startled, and then broke away from the conversation with the high priest just now, and focused his attention on his eyes.

"Yes, the current situation, the current situation," Thales shook his head, forcing himself to start thinking about the current situation.

He shifted his gaze to Puttilai, and then remembered when they had just fled here.

Thales looked at this thin man who was habitually rubbing the pipe in his hand, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, and looked at him carefully.

"You, Putillai," Thales frowned, thinking of something: "When I was captured by Lumbardy, it was you... who found Mike and Nicolai and rescued me? "

Puttilai raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head slightly, and calmly approved of his words.

"Probably so." He said softly, as if he didn't care.

Thales was surprised: "You... how did you do it?"

Putilei sighed slightly.

"It's actually not that difficult, Your Highness."

The thin Deputy Envoy stared at his pipe closely, as if there were some nice lines on it.

"Shortly after you disappeared, a disaster occurred, the city was under martial law, and the White Blade Guard followed King Nun's elite troops out, but the king disappeared during the battle," he said flatly, "Simple things suddenly became complicated."

"But the smell of conspiracy in the air is getting stronger and stronger." Puttilai nodded his chin lightly.

"But how do you know, know where I am..." Thales' eyes flashed with confusion.

Puttilai turned his gaze to the Wind Follower at the other end of the room.

"Rolf came back in a panic," Puttilai withdrew his hand that was about to grab the flint and steel: "The only news he brought back was the three words 'Black Sand Collar', 'Stars' and 'Abducted'—in After considering the ramifications and connections of these things, including the pitfalls, everything is clear."

Thales' face moved slightly.

"While King Nun's order was still in effect, I evacuated everyone in the mission from the Palace of Heroes of Spirits as quickly as possible," Puttilai said, "Then I contacted the Secret Division."

"Secrets?"

Thales opened his mouth wide: "Do you still have contact with the Secret Division?"

"When I was young, I worked with them for some time." Puttilai shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk more.

Thales's heart moved, and another thought arose; "What about Nicolai? White Blade Guard?"

"It was purely a surprise—I didn't expect others to help, but the people who disappeared with the king also included Nikolai and the personal guards of the White Blade Guard." Puttilai shrugged: "So I guess , whoever our enemies may be, the White Blades are our only remaining allies."

"Allies?" Thales showed doubts.

"Yes," Puttilai nodded: "Although time is tight and resources are limited, a temporary tripartite alliance of us, the Secret Division, and the White Blade Guard has finally been formed."

Although not very solid.

Each side is wary of the other two and hides a lot of secrets.

Puttilai thought to himself.

"The Secret Division has intelligence and enemy channels, and the White Blade Guard has manpower and internal advantages." Puttilai glanced at Raphael, shaking his head with a sigh: "So the rescue plan began—although we are not sure about that at all. Is the person inside you?"

"Of course, the result is very good." Speaking of this, Puttilai glanced at Miranda and Cohen: "There is also a pleasant surprise."

Thales lowered his head and was silent for a long time.

After a while, he raised his head again.

"Thank you, Putillai." He heard himself say this, his tone was lost and his words were at a loss.

"Thank you."

Seeing the prince's appearance, Putilei couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

"It's just my job."

Thales turned his head and glanced at other places.

Then he was startled.

"Wait, where's Ada?" Thales widened his eyes, trying to find the elf guard.

But Puttilai just shook his head with a worried look on his face.

"She set off to look for you a long time ago, and she hasn't returned yet." The deputy envoy lightly squeezed the pipe in his hand: "I thought you would come back with her."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

"I know," he murmured, "She...she said she was going to stop a powerful enemy."

Unknown thoughts flashed in Putilei's eyes.

"Really." He stared at Thales closely.

"Then you can only choose to trust her."

Thales didn't speak.

Ada's appearance came to his mind.

He clenched his fist involuntarily.

"And before that..." Puttilai's eyes flashed a strange light, he turned around and looked at the other star people in the room: "We have to plan the next step, Your Highness."

After Thales heard this, his breathing slowly slowed down: "Next step?"

Is there a next step?

Thales suddenly remembered the letter from Gilbert.

In the letter, the former Minister of Foreign Affairs tirelessly encouraged Prince Xingchen, and he did not hesitate to impart his experience and insights in dealing with the Northland, and he was full of confidence in him in words.

Thales lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

For a moment, the moment he read the letter, he thought he had perfectly fulfilled Gilbert's entrustment.

Successfully eased the conflict between Exeter and Star Kingdom.

However……

Putillai's sharp eyes flicked over the surrounding stars, Willow who was teaching skills with the veteran Genard, Rolf who was conditioning his arm, Miranda who was meditating alone, and others before returning to Thales.

"Yes," Deputy Xing Chen's tone suddenly increased, extremely serious: "Our next step is to leave Dragon Clouds City, leave Exeter."

Thales slowly frowned.

leave.

What an easy word.

A month ago, a week ago, or even a few hours ago, when he heard this word, his heart would jump, and he couldn't wait to cheer secretly.

Leaving at that time meant liberation and an end.

Leaving this rough hostile country ends the damned itinerary.

but now……

Now.

leave?

"To put it simply..." Raphael's voice came from behind Puttilai, and the figure of the secret department appeared in front of Thales.

"Just run, run for your life." Raphael's expression was still calm, and his tone was still relaxed, but it made people unconsciously tense: "Before the dragon kingdom under the conspiracy and lies swallows us all."

escape.

Thales' breathing became disordered.

He clenched his fist again.

leave.

escape.

leave?

escape?

"Wait, Exeters—I mean what did the White Blade Guards say?" Seeing Raphael coming, Cohen also stepped forward and asked his question: "After all, they brought us out .”

A cold voice came from the door.

"Not much difference."

Everyone was slightly taken aback, only to realize that Nicolai was already standing at the door of the room, with a pair of cold eyes cast on them.

Michael stood by his side, his expression still dim.

"Our staff will take Miss Walton away." The meteorite seemed to have dealt with the newly added wounds on his body and replaced the damaged clothes: "I will inform the Prime Minister of Lisbane alone, he is the most trusted by His Majesty one of the people."

Hearing the plan of the meteorite, Thales's heart moved, and he couldn't help frowning.

"prime minister?"

"Will he help you?" The prince couldn't help but asked, "For example, to resist and even destroy Lumbard, and to prove the truth?"

"Is there still room for redemption?"

Nicolai said nothing.

But his eyes are getting colder and colder.

Thales also realized something.

He also loosened the lips that were about to ask, panting unconsciously.

It was Michael next to Nicolai who answered the prince's question aloud.

"It's hard," said the man who suffered a huge blow overnight, the former White Blade Guard, and the king's former officer, Byrne Michael, who seemed very tired, his voice was very hoarse, as if it had been ground by sand: "Wo The direct bloodline of the Dun family has been cut off, leaving only a little girl who cannot inherit."

Thales' face turned pale.

more than.

In his heart, a small voice was speaking to him.

The consequences don't stop there.

It will be worse.

worse.

"Perhaps, Dragon Clouds City is destined to usher in the leader of a new family," Puttilai also sighed, and said in a low voice: "But Exter will continue to exist—even a prime minister cannot change it. "

Nikolai raised his head sharply.

There were two blushes on his pale face.

"But the truth still needs to be spread, and hatred must be washed away with blood," the meteorite gritted his teeth, with endless anger and hatred in his eyes: "Your Majesty's blood feud is a white-bladed insult."

Michael on the side sighed deeply, and Thales could feel it: he had complicated emotions about the late King Gongju.

yes.

that king.

The king who is unforgettable, the king who died not knowing whether it was a tragedy or a hero.

Noon Walton VII.

Thales lowered his head, feeling cold in his heart, as if King Nun's head was still spinning under his feet.

His words rang in his ears repeatedly.

"In that case," Puttilai changed the subject and asked seriously, "Miss Walton, where are you going to take her?"

"Everything is far away from the threat of Lumbard." Nikolai raised his gaze, his eyes sparkling, as if he had restored the image of the shrewd, capable, and crisp White Blade Guard commander.

"Fulfill our unfinished duties to Walton and the King."

Thales lowered his eyelids.

Little cunning.

her fate...

The day before yesterday, last night, this morning.

Her fate has been reversed countless times.

Every time, they fell into a deeper abyss.

Puttilai rolled his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"How about going to Star Kingdom?"

Mr. Deputy Envoy pondered, as if he was making a serious suggestion: "That's a place that neither Lumber nor Exeter can touch - far away from the disputes in Exeter's country."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He remembered what the Scarlet Witch said: "Since there is nothing to be done, let's capture a Walton's bloodline and bring it back to the stars as a bargaining chip, right?"

Nicolai snorted coldly, with a bad tone.

"We've discussed this issue," the meteorite said coldly, "You know my attitude, imperial people."

Michael also shook his head slowly, looking serious.

"Behind the conspiracy, the dark room is also involved," Raphael interjected. He stared at the ground tightly, and there was something in the words: "Even though the white blade is sharp, there must be a gap."

"I haven't forgotten where the origin of all these disasters is, you boy of the Mystery Department," Nicolai clasped his arms tightly, looked at Raphael sharply, and then smiled lightly. : "However, at this time, you stars should be too busy to take care of yourself - thanks to yourselves."

"Others may not be clear, but Rumba wants war," the meteorite said coldly: "With what happened today, maybe he will get his wish soon."

Raphael frowned.

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

Overwhelmed.

I got my wish.

war.

yes.

Kingdom of the Stars... Thales closed his eyes, and couldn't help but think of Broken Dragon Fortress and the people in the fortress.

The heroic and heroic flower of the fortress, Sonia Sutherley.

The fiery, unapproachable Wrath of the Kingdom, Alaka Mu.

There are also countless soldiers of the Fury Guard who died in the charge in front of the fortress.

Thales closed his eyes tightly, trembling slightly.

[More than half of my soldiers, including your mission, died. 】

[Just to send you here. 】

The voice of that volcanic and furious warrior, Baron Mu, echoed in his head.

[Don't let them die in vain. 】

Thales trembled more and more.

Dead in vain.

Dead in vain...

Looking at the provocative eyes of the meteorite, Raphael stopped talking.

"I strongly suggest that you reconsider my proposal." Puttilai insisted.

"Oh? Then you might as well consider my proposal?" Nicolai turned to Mr. Deputy Envoy, and replied with a sneer: "I may not be able to convince the Earl of Lisbane by myself, but if there is someone who is not afraid of danger while being stigmatized It should be more convincing if Prince Xingchen is with you."

His eyes turned to Thales.

But the second prince still closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless.

"Of course." Nicolai turned around and exchanged glances with Miranda who was wiping his long sword. "The same goes for the heir of the Duke of the North."

Raphael snorted lightly.

Cohen rolled his eyes.

Puttilai sighed: "Let's go back to the previous agenda."

Nikolai smiled and stopped talking.

Raphael calmly returned to the topic:

"What are your reliable routes out of the city? Avoid the eyes and ears of the black market, patrols, or darkrooms."

"Not many," Nicolai shook his head, "There were originally many, but Kaslan... he also knows a lot."

Raphael narrowed his eyes: "We do have one..."

Right now.

"What will happen?"

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

It took a few seconds for everyone to realize that it was Thales who interrupted.

He is the second prince who has been silent for a long time.

Nicolai frowned: "What?"

Thales raised his head, eyes bewildered.

In front of his eyes, many people seemed to flash past suddenly.

Kessel, Gilbert, Gennard, Sonia, Araka, Willow...

But in his mind, Thales couldn't catch any of them.

"Let's just go," Thales' voice became extremely hoarse, like a long-dried river:

"gone."

Puttilai seemed to sense something, he walked up to Thales keenly, pressed his shoulder, and motioned lightly.

However, Thales didn't seem to notice it.

He still spoke softly, with a tired and trembling voice:

"Exter, what's going on?"

"Xingchen, what will happen?"

Cohen and Huai Ya glanced at each other, their faces turned ashamed, and they turned their eyes away.

Raphael's expression remained motionless, but his hands were slightly clasped.

"We came with the mission of creating peace, but we just left." Thales' voice was low, but in the quiet temple, it made people feel uneasy:

"Ran away."

Thales didn't understand why, and sneered with complicated emotions.

He just feels tired.

very tired.

"The future of Xingchen and Exeter," he said through gritted teeth, resisting the discomfort in his throat, "what will happen?"

Miranda in the distance sighed, and the sigh was clearly audible.

Putilai didn't speak.

His eyelids droop slightly.

His face was full of exhaustion and frustration.

But he immediately raised his eyes and shot straight at Thales.

"Your Highness," the deputy envoy's voice was tired, "Actually, you know."

"Is not it."

Thales was shocked at that moment and couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Exter lost a king," Puttilai said slowly in his longest and deepest tone: "Dragon Clouds City lost its lord's family."

Nicolai's face was flushed, and his teeth were chattering, almost gnawing his back molars.

Michael turned his head, his eyes bewildered.

"But Xingchen became the scapegoat for the murderer." Puttilai continued.

Cohen lowered his head deeply, and Miranda clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand.

The Deputy Envoy slowly took out the flint and steel from his pocket.

Snapped.

He lit the tobacco in his pipe.

"Rumba solved his biggest threat and took the situation into his own hands," Puttilai chuckled lightly, but there was a deep chill in his words, "I still don't know what his next plan is."

In the room, the smoke from Puttilai's hands rose slowly.

Raphael watched Thales quietly, his expression as stiff as ice.

"Anyway, it won't be a good thing." The deputy envoy slowly sucked the cigarette holder in his mouth, his face was serious and his eyes were lost in thought.

The next moment, Puttilai suddenly bit the cigarette holder and took a deep breath.

He exhaled a mouthful of smoke suddenly, his expression struggling.

"Indeed, you and we, our entire mission, are carrying the expectations and burdens of the stars, and come with the mission of eradicating the scourge of war." Puttilai's speech speed gradually accelerated, and his breathing gradually became short of breath, "But when It’s time to recognize the facts.”

Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the smoke-smelling air.

really.

As Puttil said.

Tobacco produced in the Northland.

Very choking.

Very spicy.

feeling bad.

Thales exhaled the smoke in one gulp, his eyes were red from the smoke.

Tears don't stop.

In the haze of smoke, Puttilai turned his head slowly, and cast his eyes on Thales, with a painful and firm color in his eyes:

"Your Highness."

"We failed."