Kingdom’s Bloodline

Puttilai didn't speak, just bowed his head silently.

Veteran Genard sighed, and the way he looked at Thales slowly changed.

"As for the Northland, as for Exeter, they will live under the lies and will of Rumba, and one day they will even enshrine this kingslayer as king." Thales turned his head.

Nicolai snorted.

"Walton has never recovered from it." The prince glanced at Nicolai and Michael, and sneered slightly: "This feels really bad, doesn't it."

Puttilai let out a breath, his eyebrows tangled.

"As for escaping?"

Thales continued, his voice somewhat hollow: "Leave such a mess, where else can we escape?"

The prince turned his head and scanned everyone around.

"In the future, I will die in Eternal Star City, which is full of wars," Thales said firmly: "Now, I will die in Dragon Clouds City, where conspiracy is everywhere."

"Is there a difference?" he demanded loudly.

No one spoke.

Until a thick and powerful male voice broke the silence.

"Of course there is!"

Everyone turned around in surprise.

The young police officer, Cohen Karabyan, came to the back hall with heavy steps, followed by Miranda and Raphael with delicate expressions.

The tall and strong security officer said loudly: "If you choose the latter, at least all of us can die like a man with a handle..."

Miranda gave Cohn a cool look.

Raphael covered his mouth and coughed just right.

The excited Cohen froze, and quickly added weakly:

"...and women."

Before everyone had time to ponder the wonder of this sentence, Thales smiled slightly.

"Thanks for your support,

"The second prince nodded and said in a friendly way: "Mr. Karabyan. "

When Cohen heard the prince's approval, his eyes immediately turned into crescents of laughter: "Just call me Cohen, Your Highness Thales!"

Miranda snorted.

"That's right," Thales turned around, "Horace Canxing once said."

"Since you can't retreat," he looked around the audience, his eyes sweeping over everyone: "why not go forward with all your strength?"

Putilai clasped his hands together, his eyes worried.

Cohen looked excited and eager to try.

Raphael's face was indifferent, but his eyes were focused and his fingers kept rubbing.

But Thales' eyes have shifted to the people of the Northland.

"What do you say, Nicolai?" he said firmly.

Nikolai frowned, staring at the prince.

"It's impossible," the meteorite shook his head and denied, "You? The current you, the current us, are nothing compared to Rumba..."

But Thales interrupted him again.

"Remember your White Blade Guard? Commander Nikolai?" The second prince looked at him firmly.

Nicolai's face was ugly, and his eyes froze.

"Maybe you don't remember," Thales snorted softly, his eyes extremely serious: "But I do."

Nicolai clenched his fists.

Behind him, Michael clasped his shoulders and shook his head slightly.

Thales let out a long sigh, gritted his teeth, and said bitterly while recalling: "I remember those soldiers."

"I remember that they stopped in front of the 'Locust Blade' with flesh and blood."

"I remember them arm in arm, blocking the deadly crossbow bolts for us."

"I remember them taking their last breath and charging against the enemy with their swords raised."

Nicolai's face became more and more cold.

Almost everyone frowned.

"That's the Dragon Guards, the last backs of many of them," Thales raised his head abruptly, and asked in a drawn-out voice, "Do you remember, Commander?"

Boom!

Nikolai punched hard, hitting the wall beside him.

"I trained them with my own hands, and I remember their names, faces, and skills..." The Meteorite gritted his teeth, his eyes were fiery, and said angrily, "Don't you fucking teach me here, Canxing's brat... "

"I'm fucking teaching you a lesson!"

Thales also seemed to be furious. Without flinching, he stepped forward unceremoniously, and shouted at Nicolai: "Lord Siri Nicolai, and **** cowardly meteorite— —Damn it, what a horrible title!"

Nikolai's eyes were breathing fire, his face was flushed, and he was about to step forward with clenched fists.

Wyatt and Rolf subconsciously protected the prince, while Cohen and Miranda put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

But Michael, who was beside Meteorite, stretched out his arms in time, stretched his muscles, and held down the furious Nicolai: "Listen to him!"

Speaking of swearing that he was not used to, Thales took a few breaths, gritted his teeth and said:

"And you listen carefully to me."

"I won't run away, I'll go back, back to the place where we were beaten by Rumba to save our lives in a hurry."

The prince looked at everyone in front of him, from Putilei to Wyatt, from Miranda to Raphael, from Michael to Xiao Slick, looked at their expressions, and said in a deep voice:

"We're going to avenge the White Blades, to bring justice and truth to them."

"We are going to prove that their sacrifices are not in vain."

"We're going to destroy Rumba's schemes and plans, whatever they may be."

"We're going to... save a city that's already shed too much blood."

After Thales finished speaking, he patted his chest.

Nicolai gritted his teeth and sneered, "This is suicide."

"Just choose a better way to die."

Thales raised his head again.

"That's right, our group of stars are going to commit suicide." He said coldly.

"Northern people," the second prince pushed Huai Ya away, walked in front of Nicolai, and stared at the meteorite with his eyes like swords:

"Are you coming or not?"

The air seemed to freeze.

Nikolai stared fiercely at the second prince of the stars.

The faces of the White Blades alternated before his eyes.

And that guy.

Kaslan.

And him.

Nikolai's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and sudden power surged in his body

Michael's face changed, and his hands clasped on Nicolai's shoulders became more and more forceful.

Everyone watched this scene nervously.

After half an hour.

Nikolai flicked his arm violently, breaking free from Michael's grip.

"Grass!"

He struggled and spat hard.

The Meteor looked behind Thales—the little sly guy with a nervous expression.

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"The orphan of the Walton family is here," Nicolai turned his head, his brows twitched, and his face was extremely distorted. He looked at Michael, as if explaining something, "I can't, I can't risk letting her Danger of damage..."

He gritted his teeth, struggling to convince himself.

Angry but unwilling.

"But I want to help him." A small female voice reached everyone's ears.

Nicolai froze.

"What?" He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the little girl.

The little slippery head seemed a little scared, but she still suppressed her fear and moved to Thales' side.

The prince gave her an encouraging and grateful look.

Thank you.

sorry.

The little slippery head trembled slightly, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"I said, I want to help Thales," the girl hesitated and lacked confidence, "I don't, I don't want to run away anymore."

Facing everyone's strange eyes, she still said the words firmly: "We, we are from the Northland, aren't we?"

Nicolai and Michael were startled together.

"Son of Walton, never escaped a battle." The girl closed her eyes, as if she could regain some courage, her eyes slid to the bridge of her nose: "Before the whole army was wiped out, the king of wrath, Solon Vol Dun fought with an ax all day and night."

"In the end, he opened his eyes angrily and watched King Nightwing twist his head off—even if he failed, he would have to witness his own death."

The little slippery head opened his eyes tremblingly, forced himself to look at Nicolai, who had a knife-like gaze, and said:

"We can't escape, and I don't want to escape."

Hearing this, Michael suddenly laughed softly.

"You are a real Walton." Seeing the sad eyes of the former king's officer, he didn't know what to think of: "this... Miss."

Thinking of Alex, the little slippery man flinched, and retreated behind Thales, not daring to look into Michael's eyes again.

"Your Majesty's choice is indeed not wrong." Michael laughed desolately.

"What do you say, old friend?"

Nicolai's face gradually relaxed.

He let out a breath.

A few seconds later, the meteorite also laughed.

The laughter was relieved but desolate.

"******," Nicolai gave Thales a hard look, and then said to Michael, "Isn't it written all over your face?"

Michael nodded, looking sad: "I'll let the boys prepare."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, what's your plan?" Nikolai said viciously: "I declare in advance that I refuse to charge the wild boar without thinking, Your Highness Xingchen."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "You will be satisfied—maybe."

"We're probably all crazy." The Meteor snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "You actually listened to the words of the two children—to die?"

Puttilai sighed deeply, and took a step at this moment.

His steady voice sounded: "What did Lord Hansen say?"

Puttilai looked at Raphael who had been taciturn: "Does the Secret Division agree? This is not a simple decision-it is about the future of the kingdom, and it is best to have the support and plan of the Secret Division."

Raphael instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Or, Thales secretly thought in his heart: it was the Black Prophet who attracted everyone's attention.

The young man from the secret department frowned slightly.

"I can't communicate with my lord for the time being," Raphael said indifferently, not caring about the various gazes cast on him: "So at this moment, here and now..."

His eyes focused: "I am the will of the secret department."

Putile reached into his bosom, took out his favorite pipe, and filled the tobacco absently: "Then what do you mean?"

Raphael glanced at Miranda, who just held his sword tightly, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

It reminded him of that little girl twelve years ago.

At that time, she also pursed her lips like this, curled up in the corner trembling.

Crouching among the dead.

Raphael chuckled inwardly.

The young man from the secret department turned his head, his eyes were decisive and firm.

"Since it is the prince's decision," he still had that cynical relaxed look, but his words were very formal: "Of course the Secret Division will fully support and provide all assistance."

Thales nodded towards Raphael.

"Besides, he's not completely unsure." Raphael glanced at Thales.

"Forget it," Puttilai lowered his head, lit his pipe, and said with tired eyes, "after all, he is a shining star."

Thales sighed: "Lord Putilai Nyman."

"Go ahead." When Puttilai raised his head again, his expression was much calmer, and he exhaled a puff of smoke: "If this is your will."