Kingdom’s Bloodline

The responses of the four archdukes varied, but one person set an example.

"That's fine," Olsio refused him decisively: "Let's end the topic of dividing up Dragon Clouds City."

"Please listen to me..." Rumba lowered his eyelids.

"Can't you understand human language?" Ronnie interrupted him coldly.

But Rumba's eyes lit up, and he hit him back with louder, more decisive words.

"I know you've sent the ravens!"

I only heard Rumba shout angrily: "Lisbane and his patrol team are coming, aren't they?"

His words fell.

Only silence remained.

The four princes were stunned.

They looked at each other, and their breath became tense unknowingly, as if they were worried that Rumba already knew the news.

Rumba took a breath to calm himself down.

"Don't worry," his eyes replied indifferently: "I didn't bring Saker, so I can't intercept your letters."

The breathing of the four grand dukes gradually calmed down.

"So please listen to what I have to say, the time will be longer, until they come to make a rescue... it is actually more beneficial to you."

I hope that the layout of the first city gate can be delayed for a longer time.

At least until I fix them.

Rumba said inwardly.

Ronnie narrowed his eyes and turned to the other three: "Are you going to continue listening to his nonsense?"

Trudida shrugged.

"Although it's boring, but," the Grand Duke of Reconstruction Tower whistled, expressing everyone's aspirations: "It's better than us facing each other with swords and blood spilling blood on the Palace of Heroes."

Olsio sneered, while Lecco kept his expression on and made a "please" gesture to Rumba.

No objection.

Rumba nodded.

"Walton," he said coldly, "I hold the last daughter of the Walton family closer than any collateral blood."

Grand Duke Lecco narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "There has never been a precedent for a woman to inherit the position of Grand Duke in Exeter."

"She doesn't have to inherit," Lumba's face turned cold, and he spoke faster: "But she can be used as a temporary pawn."

Trudida raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued.

"We can promise that after she gets married, the male bloodline she will give birth to will become the future Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds City," Lunba said decisively, rubbing his fingers into knives, and swiped fiercely: "This is better than hastily resealing Dragon Clouds City. The family is more effective and secure, and can stabilize the forces inside and outside Longxiao City."

"And before that, you all jointly managed Dragon Clouds City in the name of assistance."

Rumba said calmly.

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned, as if he couldn't believe it.

"And then?" Grand Duke Lecco remained expressionless.

Rumba looked back at them calmly.

next second.

"Then," Grand Duke Heisha slightly opened his lips, his eyes were like knives, and his words were like iron:

"It's war."

Grand Duke Olsio's face moved.

"Ha," Trudida beside him shook his hands unhappily: "Every family goes back to the territory to recruit troops and buy horses, and then take advantage of the unpreparedness to take away Dragon Clouds City? Please, if this is yours..."

Rumba cut him off.

The terrifying Grand Duke took a step forward and spoke explosively:

"No!"

Lunba's eyes were radiant: "We will unite the whole country and send troops to the south."

Grand Duke Ronnie clenched his fist: "What?"

The four Grand Dukes all looked at Rumba with serious expressions.

And the latter showed a ferocious and fierce expression.

It's like a man-eating beast before hunting.

"We are going to war against the stars," he gritted his teeth, and said harshly, "for His Majesty the former king Nuen..."

"revenge."

In another corner of Dragon Clouds City, Thales and Putillai were both squeezed into a narrow horse van. In front of them, Nicolai, who had put on makeup, was sitting in the driver's seat, leaving them a burlap cloth. Jacket's back.

Thales hid in the gap between a cart of firewood, fidgeting, frowning tightly, thinking hard.

Charmain Rumba.

The four princes.

King Nun.

Between them... how to break the situation?

There are two bundles of firewood between Putilai and Thales,

Saw the latter's expression.

Xingchen's deputy envoy sighed softly.

The carriage passed a low ridge and trembled.

At that moment, Thales only felt his eyes tremble, and then a familiar feeling came over him.

The prince stroked his forehead subconsciously: his eyes began to blur again.

He was in a bright room, three or four young people were sitting around a middle-aged man scatteredly holding a computer, looking at the projection on the wall.

"If you take this course, you must already have the most basic understanding of social networks, such as nodes, such as edges, such as out-degree and in-degree, and even concepts such as two-mode networks and structural equivalence..."

"Now, I want you to imagine a network diagram. Well, let's use a network of people. It is easier to understand the relationship between people instead of a geometric diagram."

"a, b, and c are three people. Suppose they know each other two by two. Well, draw three points and connect them with edges. We get the simplest triangular social network diagram. Three points and three edges, you You can use the methods you have learned to analyze this network."

"Let's add a sign to this simple network, to these numbers-only connections: a and b are badly related, and the connection between them is assigned a value of minus one, and b and c are well related, even The line is exactly one."

"The question is: what will happen to the relationship between a and c? This leads to a new problem: the balance of the social network."

"Triangles have been discussed since Simmel's time... Balance, for example: if your friend hates someone, if you as a friend don't hate him, you will be in this triangle We are in an awkward position in the relationship, and this triangular relationship may be out of balance at any time...How do we show this balance in the concept of social networks?"

"For an unbalanced interpersonal network, how will it change itself to achieve its own stability?"

The balance of the network.

The... stability of the relationship?

Thales took a deep breath, rubbed his forehead vigorously, and buried this newly acquired memory in the deepest part of his heart.

The relationship between Rumba and Nunn is negative.

However, the relationship between Nuln and the Archdukes... is also negative.

If this network is to be stabilized and balanced, then between Lombard and the Grand Duke...

etc.

This network is not complete.

What am I missing.

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

Thales, who was rubbing his forehead in thought, was taken aback, and turned around:

"ah?"

Putilei looked at him with a worried face.

"Um, sorry, I just haven't had a good rest..." Thales reacted, shaking his head with a smile.

"No," Puttilai interrupted him, "not just now."

The deputy envoy shook his head lightly: "From the very beginning"

Thales was slightly taken aback.

"When you're nervous, you'll talk a lot," Puttilai exhaled, grinding his teeth, as if he was tortured enough by the addiction to cigarettes: "I still remember that you were like this when you first entered Dragon Clouds City. "

Thales was stunned.

"Yeah?"

He was ecstatic.

Putilai nodded silently.

"Although you were very confident before, but for the next action," the thin deputy envoy sighed:

"Actually, you're not sure about it yourself, are you?"

There was a thoughtful gleam in Puttilai's eyes.

Thales didn't speak.

He quietly looked at the firewood in front of him.

After a few seconds, the prince bowed his head and sighed.

"I'm sorry," Thales said with some frustration, "I just..."

"I don't know if we can... make it."

Putillai looked at him quietly.

At this moment, Nikolai in front of him turned his head, his eyes were like stars.

"We are from the Northland," he said coldly, "People from the Northland don't ask 'can you'."

"Just ask 'Do you want to do it'."

Putilai snorted.

Thales' heart skipped a beat, he took a strong breath and pulled himself together.

"We're here?" Feeling the carriage stop, Thales raised his eyebrows.

"Of course," Nikolai knocked on the carriage, with a calm expression: "They have already gone to explore the way first."

Thales let out a breath.

"I thought it would take more time, from finding the place to starting to act..." The prince said silently, "After all, we can't see the light..."

"This is Dragon Clouds City," Nikolai interrupted him, his dark skin trembling slightly due to the oil on it: "No one is more familiar with who we are looking for than us."

and.

Neither the real patrol nor the Black Sand Collar impostors seem to be in sight.

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, a disguised White Blade Guard came to the driver's seat and gestured to Nicolai.

Nicolai returned a thumbs up.

"We can go in now." Nicolai threw off the reins of the horse, jumped out of the carriage, and turned to them, "They have found the way, let's go in directly."

Thales was slightly startled.

"Go straight in?"

The prince's eyes widened: "Aren't we going to sneak in? It won't disturb too many people"

"Shut your mouth..." Nicolai said contemptuously, "We are sneaking in."

Putilei pushed away two bundles of firewood, jumped out of the carriage first, and then stretched out his hand to catch the second prince.

Thales stepped on the ground and felt more at ease in his heart.

This is a relatively remote house. It looks very large, but the exterior walls are very simple. I don't know which area it is located in. But the owner here obviously doesn't want to be too high-profile, and he doesn't even look at a neighbor from the Northland.

And they were standing by a small side door, guarded by two small soldiers, Willow and Genard.

"Good luck, Your Highness." Facing the prince's questioning eyes, Genard simply replied, "We will keep you safe."

Putilei nodded to them, turned around and said in a low voice, "We should hurry up."

Nikolai nodded at him, and walked into the side door first.

"Go directly to the door?" Thales followed Nicolai into this small side door, into a seemingly desolate backyard, and couldn't help frowning: "Will someone find out? What if we are exposed... ..."

"You know, we are in danger, we need to keep a low profile, it's better to climb over the wall or take the roof or something, and sneak in quietly..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Thales stopped his lips that were opening and closing.

He looked at the snow-covered yard with horror on his face.

"Dive...dive..." he repeated subconsciously.

Almost all of their White Blades stood in the yard, even Cohen and Miranda were among them, and the police officer showed his big white teeth to him.

Thales took a breath and lowered his head.

All around him, there were many people falling all over the ground.

There were bodies lying in pools of blood.

There are also people who are comatose or in shock.

There are also poor wretches with bruised noses and swollen faces, tied up with rags in their mouths, often with a knife on their necks, and next to them is a vicious Northlander or Starman.

"You..." Thales stared blankly at the scene, speechless for a long time.

"It's really a low-key 'sneak'." Puttilai heaved a long sigh.

The meteorite raised a thumbs up to the leader Michael.

Thales turned his head away from looking at the corpses, and cast a dissatisfied look at Nicolai.

"Come on, as long as no one knows that we are sneaking in," Nicolai raised his eyebrows, stretched out his palm to the bloody mess on the ground, and nodded complacently, "it is the most successful sneaking in."

This sentence……

During those few seconds, Thales' eyebrows changed various shapes.

He took a deep breath, turned to Nicolai, and with a serious expression, asked tentatively in a low voice: "Everything is empty..."

Nikolai was slightly taken aback, with a puzzled look on his face: "What?"

Thales clicked his tongue, retracted his head, and shrugged like a normal person: "It's nothing."

Nicolai had a bewildered expression on his face.

Thales shook his head to drive out unnecessary thoughts, while looking at the corpses lying around on the ground, holding back the complaints in his heart.

This will lose synchronization...

In the next second, he followed behind Nicolai, left the yard, and walked into the house.

"This is your plan, have you figured out how to do it?" The meteorite said lightly.

"Of course." Thales stepped across a threshold and took a deep breath: "Responsiveness."

Then Thales raised his head and turned his gaze to the two men behind a gorgeous desk.

One of them was Raphael.

The young man from the secret department happened to be leaning against the wall in his spare time, with his left hand stretched out, holding his saber.

The sword edge was on the throat of another middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man frowned tightly, but he was still calm and composed.

"Sir, I don't know how you found this place..."

"But I'll just assume that you already know who I am and know my value..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to Raphael beside him: "The question is simple Now, no matter what it is, we must have something to talk about..."

Thales took a deep breath, he walked out from behind Nicolai, raised his head and looked at the man whose throat was held by Raphael.

This middle-aged nobleman with golden ponytail hair and gorgeous clothes.

"Hi, it's a great honor to meet again." Thales tried his best to squeeze out his most hypocritical smile:

"Master Marquis."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that even the air was quiet.

The blond middle-aged man was startled when he saw Thales, his face was surprised, and his eyes blinked back and forth.

It seems that I can't believe it.

Immediately, the middle-aged man showed a complicated and subtle wry smile, and let out a breath slowly.

"It's been a long time."

"From sending people to ask for help, to the sudden appearance now..."

"His Royal Highness Thales, who has surprised many people."

Shiles Bermula, the Marquis of Shanliu City belonging to the Commus Alliance, sat upright behind the desk, with a helpless expression on his face.