Kingdom’s Bloodline

Haoyue Temple, back hall.

In the not-so-large hall, the Star Prince stood calmly in the center.

Under the illumination of the unextinguished lamp, Thales looked at the statue of Haoyue God in the darkness from a distance, and quietly observed the indifferent expression of Goddess Haoyue.

"Thales," behind him, the little slippery head supported his glasses, looked around nervously, and said timidly: "We'll just sneak out like this...Nikolai and the others will..."

"Ah," Thales said lightly, "I know, they are probably already on their way to find you."

The little slippery face turned pale: "Then we..."

Thales interrupted her softly.

"Little cunning," Prince Xingchen looked at the dimly lit Goddess Haoyue in a daze, "I want to do one thing, but I need your help."

The little slippery head was slightly taken aback.

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

Thales didn't speak, he just clenched his fist lightly.

"You've read a lot, but do you know what we went through last night?"

The little slippery face froze slightly.

She lowered her head, thinking of everything in the Palace of Heroes and in the Shield Area, she clenched her teeth unconsciously.

Alex dropped his hand weakly.

King's ring.

The unbridled laugh of disaster.

The civilians ran and wailed, dying in despair.

A second later, Little Slick blinked his red eyes and nodded silently.

Thales turned his head, looked at the little slippery boy, and showed a soft smile.

"The little soldier just now, Willow Ken, do you know his story?"

The little slippery head showed doubts and shook his head.

"He was originally a commoner in the northern border. Although he was not rich, he had a lovely younger sister and healthy parents," Thales recalled the story in the snow, and said in a daze: "But just twelve years ago In winter, he suddenly learned to fish, learned to use a gun, learned to survive with difficulty, and learned to bear the departure of his relatives."

The little slippery head was slightly taken aback.

"It's not just them." Thales sighed.

"The veteran named Genard was probably a commoner when he was young, but it was also twelve years ago that he became what he is today." Thales narrowed his eyes, thinking of the veteran who was struggling to follow along, a little With emotion, "For him, he is still living in the years of continuous war, and he can't wake up, and he doesn't want to wake up."

"That big sister named Miranda, twelve years ago, her family was exhausted, and she spent her childhood in the Tower of the End."

Thales raised his head and looked directly at the bewildered little slippery head.

"It's not just the stars," the second prince said lightly, "Byrne Michael."

The little slippery head suddenly remembered something, and his face turned pale.

"Don't be afraid," Thales stepped forward, held her little hand, feeling the coldness and trembling of her palm, and said sincerely, "I'm here, no one can hurt you."

Little Slick's breathing gradually calmed down.

"But you heard it with your own ears. Twelve years ago, he lost his oath of protection and lost the love of his life. Since then, he fell into the boundless hell, lingering on his last breath and struggling endlessly."

Thales looked at her quietly.

"And Charman Rumba," Thales' eyes darkened. "Twelve years ago, his hands were stained with his brother's blood. In the vortex of his father's generation and power, he transformed into the current Grand Duke of Black Sand."

With a serious expression, Thales let go of the girl's hand, but held her shoulders.

The little slippery boy could only stare blankly at him.

"Look, the fate of so many people has been decided just like this." Thales' voice was intermittent, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, "It's all because of that incident twelve years ago."

The little slippery head took a deep breath and looked back into the prince's gray eyes: "The bloody year?"

Thales looked at her seriously and nodded:

"The Year of Blood."

The little slippery head struggled with his eyes, and nodded his chin slightly in a half-understanding manner.

Thales first closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he opened his eyes,

With his unprecedented solemn expression since he came to this world, he said seriously:

"Little slick."

"What we have seen and heard tonight is not just a family drama between a few people, but a major event that concerns the future of tens of millions of people in the two countries."

Thales looked seriously at the girl's blank eyes behind the glasses.

He gritted his teeth.

At that second, the "Potemkin Village" he saw after leaving the capital appeared in front of his eyes, the majestic star-shaped fortress Broken Dragon Fortress appeared, the villagers of Beidi in Pass Village appeared, and the village at Lyman Pass appeared. A black stone - the place where Horace died.

"There may be tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of people who will change their fates because of this," Thales said with difficulty: "No, in Dragon Clouds City, the fates of countless people have changed their trajectories, and many people have even changed their lives. It's come to an end."

Thales lowered his eyelids and said sadly: "For example, Alex, for example, the shield area we walked through."

"Like us."

The little slippery head froze for a second.

"If we just walk away and leave everything behind," Thales sighed, feeling heavy in his chest: "That kind of burden will make me feel out of breath."

The little slippery bit his lower lip tightly.

"Thousands of people were killed, tortured, and displaced," Thales tried his best to show an ugly smile: "That's too uncomfortable."

The hands clasping Xiao Huatou's shoulders trembled slightly: "We can't go, we can't escape..."

The little slippery sniffled lightly, interrupting him.

"I see," the girl opened her lips with difficulty, her platinum blonde hair color was particularly conspicuous: "You want me..."

With a sad face, she didn't continue, and seemed to be hesitating.

Thales swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded: "I want to make up for all this, avoid the worst consequences, and repair the wounds we left—whether it is our responsibility or not." 4

The little slippery figured out something, and his face turned pale.

"I understand, what you need is not a slick guy." She trembled, looking at Thales in disbelief: "What you need is Selma Walton."

"You want me to become her, the... granddaughter of His Majesty."

At that moment, the little slippery eyes turned red.

Thales paused for a while, and couldn't continue speaking for a while.

He lowered his head, remembering the conversation they had in the butcher shop.

[Choose who you want to be. 】

but now……

Thales clenched his teeth, feeling the weight of his tongue.

"No." After a second, he raised his head abruptly, staring straight into the eyes of the little slicker: "What I need is still the slicker, not some Selma!"

The little slippery head widened his eyes with surprise.

"That cunning little girl who has been with me through all the disasters and never left," Thales said seriously, "That silly little girl, that little girl who didn't know how to hide when she was in danger."

"I need her to accompany me for another ride." Thales looked at her silently with soft eyes.

"Although this request may be excessive."

The little slippery stared at him blankly, as if he had forgotten to think.

"I know you're scared," Thales put his hand on the little slippery shoulder, clenched his fist unconsciously: "I know you want to escape from all of this."

"but……"

Thales' face contorted, but after only a few seconds, he raised his eyes again and stared directly at the eyes of the little slippery head.

"Keep your head up and face it as you would face a dragon."

The little slicker didn't answer.

She just looked at Thales with tears in her eyes.

After a few seconds, tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.

"There is no such drama in the book," the little slippery head said with two lines of tears, "I don't know at all..."

She bit her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Thales sighed in his heart.

"Maybe there are," Thales said softly, "It's just that we don't know."

The little slippery sniffled his nose.

"If it's really not there," Thales sighed, moving his hands to her head, "that would be even better."

Thales stretched out his fingers and gently wiped away her tears.

Then he held onto her black-rimmed glasses and straightened them, which were crooked and full of damage, with light force.

He looked at Xiao Huatou with a solemn expression and a serious tone.

"After reading so many books and reading so many other people's stories, it's time for you...to write your own story."

The little slippery sob subconsciously

The girl looked at Thales with a dazed expression and blank eyes.

As if flipping through a book you found at random, instead of looking at a boy with a determined look.

A few seconds later, Xiao Huatou pursed his lips, and then slowly opened them.

She only heard her whisper: "Will you always be by my side?"

"Yes." He nodded.

Her eyes lit up: "Will you face this with me?"

"Yes." He smiled.

Her expression changed, and she clenched her teeth: "You will protect me."

He sighed, raised his head forward, and touched her forehead.

They looked at each other through their glasses.

The boy spoke softly, with a decisive tone:

"Will do."

At this moment, Thales heard footsteps behind him.

He gently let go of the dazed little cunning head, and turned to the visitor.

"You'd better have a good explanation, little prince." The meteorite's pale and stern face appeared in front of his eyes, with a grim expression and a harsh tone: "About the kidnapping of Walton's blood..."

Siri Nikolai cast his eyes on the little cunning head who was hanging his head in deep thought: "Come back with us, you shouldn't have any more contact with this dangerous prince, ma'am."

Little Slick pursed his lips tightly and hid behind Thales.

Nicolai frowned.

Thales took a deep breath and looked up at Nicolai.

And Michael behind him.

Thales ignored the meteorite, but whispered to Michael: "Lord Michael, I'm sorry, I'm still used to calling you Lord."

Michael, who looked sluggish, was slightly taken aback.

Nicolai was slightly taken aback.

"Why did you come back to help the Walton family?" Thales looked at Michael calmly: "You are no longer an officer. As I remember, King Nunn has exiled you forever."

Michael's expression became sad and hopeless.

His muscles tensed involuntarily.

"In the eyes of King Nuen, you are the sinner who killed his son, aren't you?" The prince said calmly, "He took your child away for this...he treats you like this, and you should treat him fairly. "

Michael was shocked.

Nikolai looked at his former colleague, his expression changed.

"Hey, you, little prince," the meteorite said decisively, "if you..."

But someone interrupted him, but it wasn't Thales.

"Yes."

Michael raised his head tremblingly, his eyes burning with strange complex emotions.

"But that's his opinion," he said bitterly, "but I will always belong to the White Blade Guard, and my duty is to be loyal to the king."

The former officer gritted his teeth.

"It doesn't matter how he treats me."

Taylor's eyes lit up.

Michael's hands were trembling, as if he remembered many things from the past.

"That never changed."

"I did my job, that's all."

Finally, the former officer gritted his teeth and looked back at Thales firmly.

Nikolai stared blankly at his comrade.

Thales smiled slightly.

"Not only that," the prince said softly, "it's also because of Prince Suriel, right—you always feel guilty about him."

Michael shook slightly.

"It must be uncomfortable." Thales observed his expression, bowed his head and sighed slowly: "You do one thing with all your heart, but fate is playing tricks on you-you have made a big mistake and committed a big crime .”

"But it can't be undone."

Michael tilted his head and closed his eyes, his face struggling.

"So you want to make up for it," Thales said regretfully, "You want to make amends."

Nicolai took a step forward impatiently: "Enough."

"I don't know why you're talking nonsense, but..."

At this moment, Thales suddenly raised his head with sharp eyes!

"Because this is what we are facing now!" Thales almost interrupted Nicolai with a roar.

The Meteor was stunned. He looked at Prince Xingchen with a puzzled expression on his face.

Thales panted slightly, calming down his sore throat.

"Look around us," he gritted his teeth, "King Nunn's blood was sprinkled on his own land, Lumbard walked in Dragon Cloud City majestically, his palm covered the sky of the Northland, Kashan , Shiles, and Kaslan smiled at us in the dark."

Nicolai listened to Thales' words silently.

It's just that in his pair of eyes, anger gradually rose.

"Wars and disasters are coming, and there will be countless killings and countless destructions," Thales breathed out with difficulty: "And we are like bereaved dogs, exhausted and fleeing in panic."

"Hiding in the corner to comfort myself - 'I can only do this', and then fell asleep with peace of mind, as if nothing had happened in the dream."

Michael sighed, looking panicked.

Nicolai clenched his fists.

"Hmph," he snorted coldly, "Thanks to your secret department."

Thales ignored him, just shook his head with sharp eyes: "But, is that all?"

Nicolai frowned.

"Is this the end?" The prince raised his hands and waved them vigorously in the air: "Are you willing?"

"Nikolai, the meteorite?"

He called Nicolai's nickname brazenly.

Nikolai's face was sullen, his nails dug into his palm, and he managed to exhale a puff of air from his nose.

"Then what the hell do you want to do?" The meteorite gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Poor little prince?"

Thales raised his head with a solemn and serious expression.

"I want to change, I want to redeem," he said seriously, "I want to do something."

"I want to fight back."

Nikolai's eyes were fixed, he lowered his head, and looked at the prince silently.

After a few seconds.

"Ha," Nicolai laughed out loud, his sarcasm was beyond words: "It's very humorous."

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Go ahead and laugh." The prince said softly.

"But this is my decision," Thales said firmly and unquestionably, "and what I'm going to do next - just to inform you."

"Do you want to come together?"

"Northern people?"

When Michael heard this, his expression changed.

Nicolai's face froze.

"If you ask me, it's really not a good idea."

A calm and mature male voice came.

"If this is the reason why you summoned us, Your Highness." Puttilai brought Rolf, Wyah, Willow, Genard and others, and appeared in their sight.

The deputy nodded slightly to the prince.

His eyes were full of worry.

Thales turned to his entourage.

"Puttilai."

Thales let out a sigh of relief, and his expression softened a little: "You have walked with me all the way and witnessed so many things, I am very grateful."

"Without your strategies and suggestions, I wouldn't be able to get to where I am today."

Puttilai frowned, and wanted to take out his pipe, but he put his hand down halfway.

He looked at Thales with extremely complicated eyes.

"Do you understand what you are talking about?" The deputy envoy hesitated but said with deep meaning: "I know you are very unwilling, but I have an obligation to persuade you to give up your unwise decision."

Thales forced himself to laugh twice.

"thank you."

But no matter how hard he tried, his laugh sounded forced and bleak.

"But I don't want to disappoint them."

Puttilai slightly raised his eyes: "Who?"

"A lot of people." Thales seemed to be in a daze, and he subconsciously said:

"Do you still remember, Putilai, Wyah, Rolf?"

"Remember, most of Canxing's private soldiers died in battle in the birch forest, under the claws of the blood clan and the conspiracy of the nobles?"

"Remember, Baron Mu rushed into the enemy line with me behind his back, and remember the guards of Kingdom Fury, who sacrificed countless lives before the fortress?"

Thales clenched his fists unconsciously, and countless figures flashed in front of his eyes: "It's all to send me into the territory of Exeter."

"In order to eliminate the disaster of war."

"To stop those scumbags who cheer for war but are indifferent to life."

"For a stable star kingdom."

Puttilai lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

"What I remember is the White Blade Guards, those people who have never met before, but gave their lives for me." Thales came back to his senses.

"As well as those in Dragon Clouds City and the northern border who will be burdened by our failure, as well as the people who will suffer another disaster because of the war in the future."

"We are already in danger," Puttilai pinched the three fingers of his right hand unconsciously, as if he was holding a pipe: "Any impulsive behavior may fall into a dangerous situation that we managed to escape again, and turn the situation into a mess." Worse."

Thales looked at his teacher quietly, remembering the first time they met by the carriage.

Oh, no, it was the second meeting—their first meeting was at the west city gate, and the beggars took the access certificate of the large library on Putilei's body.

Thales smiled.

"But we can't get any worse, can we?"

He said softly:

"Don't forget, I am the murderer who 'killed' King Nun."

Puttilai's expression froze.

"We have ruined the kingdom's hard-won peace and pushed it into the abyss of war." The second prince shrugged and laughed mockingly: "As you said, when I return to the capital, It's time for the northerners to go south."

"Fortresses will be burned, land will be trampled, and human lives will be ruthlessly harvested like straw."

"Thousands and thousands of people will curse the names of all of us."

The recruit Willow trembled slightly when he heard this.

Thales shook his head slightly: "And after we lose the northern border and our biggest barrier, soon, for the rest of my life, I will face a fragile kingdom full of sorrow, bruises and bruises."

"I will become a mediocre and stupid monarch, guarding a weak country, waiting for the day when the name of the stars will end in my hands," Thales concluded sadly:

"As the king of subjugation..."

"What was the mood of the last emperor of the ancient empire before he died?"