Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the Palace of Heroes and the Hall of Heroes, the four Grand Dukes looked at each other.

"He's in trouble, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry." Seeing Charmain Rumba walk out of the hall alone, Grand Duke Ronnie frowned: "Probably Prime Minister Lisbane."

Grand Duke Trudida snorted softly.

His hasty rubbing of his hands revealed his mood, and he let out a hard breath.

"The trouble now is not this." The voice of the Grand Duke of the Reconstruction Tower was as sharp and strange as ever. Trudida pouted at the back of Luba who was going away: "You know—how to choose?"

He looked at the other Grand Dukes seriously.

Ronnie sighed, with a suspicious expression on his face: "Do you believe what he said?"

"The people of the stars are... different?"

Ronnie clenched his fists unconsciously.

The princes did not speak.

Only Grand Duke Olsio stood by the brazier and shook his head.

"I don't know, Kulikun, I really don't know," the bearded Grand Duke looked worried, "But I think we all know one thing."

The three princes all looked at him.

Rebion Aurelius raised his head and walked slowly towards them.

At that moment, his heart was extremely heavy.

"In the ten years or ten years that we have been in turmoil due to the death of the king," the voice of the Grand Duke of Wellandland was full of inexplicable strength: "The population of the stars will return to the level before the war. Whether it's farming, animal husbandry or business, they will all recover."

The princes moved slightly.

"In the past, it was just another fight."

"But what Lumbard said just now..." Olsio shook his head slowly, his eyes serious: "You all heard it."

Trudida's eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers: "So?"

Grand Duke Ronnie hummed softly from the side, interrupting them.

"I don't know if you noticed,

The long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie glanced at the other three: "But it seems that after Lombard finished his story, you all forgot Exeter's pride and creed, and even put aside the fact that he killed the king." back? "

He shook his head slightly: "This is not what we agreed on."

Grand Duke Lecco, who hadn't spoken for a long time, tapped the table lightly.

"Please believe me, Kurikun, believe in my respect for Exeter," the old man raised his head, and he said slowly but seriously: "But if one percent of what Charmain Rumba said is Really, I don't want to take any chances."

The expressions of the three princes tightened.

"Punishing Rumba is to maintain the balance and tacit understanding of Exeter, and to ensure that the rights of our families are not violated," Lecco said indifferently: "But if one day, Exeter is no longer strong, foreign enemies can easily When tearing apart our defenses and setting foot on our territory..."

He frowned slowly, and his clasped hands became tighter and tighter.

"The family we have worked so hard to protect and maintain, we will do our best to continue the bloodline of glory..."

"The descendants and descendants who have worked hard to cultivate, the territory that has been painstakingly managed..."

"What about them?"

All the grand dukes were silent.

Trudida snorted softly: "You still expect the people of the stars to retain our rights and identities like their imperial ancestors, and let us continue to rule this land as lords?"

Ronnie didn't speak.

"Anyway, it won't be Olsio," the Grand Duke Olsio added coldly: "Hundreds of years ago, Tormund almost killed us, and then established a The Kingdom of the Stars."

Another silence.

But everyone knows they have to make a decision.

"Let's put it this way, I'm starting to think about Rumba's proposal," Trudida turned back, spread his hands, raised his eyebrows, and said tentatively: "But after I've finished thinking—in case, I am Just in case... I don't want to make excuses to deceive you, and then sneak out alone to find Rumba to reach an agreement, so I'll say it up front."

He shook his head and looked at the other three: "What do you say?"

"Do you know what this decision means?" Grand Duke Ronnie's eyes became sharper and sharper, and he said coldly: "Where do you put our joint king?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure his soul is not with his body," Trudida shrugged and frowned:

"Come on, you must admit that Rumba's offer is tempting."

Ronnie looked at him disdainfully: "The part that divides up the land, or the part about the stars?"

Trudida blinked and smiled slightly: "Both."

Both Lecco and Olsio pursed their lips tightly and did not answer.

A few seconds later, Grand Duke Aurelius raised his head with a solemn expression: "I participated in that war, and I have also seen how the people of the stars managed the city—but I never thought as much as Luba."

"Until now."

He glanced at the others, extremely dignified: "And the Wellandland and the Olesi family are too close to the stars."

Although not as good as Rudida, Olesiu's hints are obvious enough.

Ronnie frowned.

Grand Duke Lecco sighed deeply.

"Very good," the old man said wearily, and turned to Ronnie: "I understand what you're thinking, but I think the existence of Rumba is still within our control, and we can even postpone it, but the threat of the stars... ..."

"The unruly Rumba and the increasingly powerful Star Kingdom," Grand Duke Lecco said slowly, "Who do we prefer to choose as our opponent?"

The three Grand Dukes all looked at Ronnie with complicated eyes.

Ronnie stared intently at the gun stand above the fireplace behind the long table.

After a few seconds.

"Before that, you need to know," Grand Duke Kurikun Roni of Qiyuan City finally spoke slowly, and he looked at the others sharply: "No matter what, I will not choose Lumbah as the king."

Ronnie shook his head resolutely: "Impossible."

"Very well," Trudida shook his head with a sigh of relief, "I won't either."

Several Grand Dukes looked at each other, exchanging secret and subtle emotions.

A few seconds later, they all laughed in unison.

But their laughter died down slowly.

The sound of Rumba's footsteps came slowly from outside the hall.

"It seems that your consideration has come to fruition." Charmain Rumba's voice sounded in the hall.

The four Grand Dukes turned to Grand Duke Heisha together.

Rumba's footsteps are still steady, and his posture is still vigorous, but the vicissitudes on his face are only getting deeper.

"Is there anything we should know?" Grand Duke Lecco narrowed his eyes.

Rumba came to the long table, looked at his colleagues, and nodded slowly.

"Yes."

"Lisbane is beyond my expectation," Grand Duke Heisha sighed, "His people have already started attacking the city gate."

The complexions of the several grand dukes tightened.

Before the change, this news was like rain from heaven to them.

but now……

"So," Rumba's eyes became extremely sharp: "We must make a decision now."

He stared at the four Grand Dukes coldly, but this time, his aura was unprecedentedly powerful and compelling.

"It's a lose-lose with me here," Rumba gritted his teeth:

"Still join me in building your new foundation in Dragon Clouds City and saving Exeter?"

silence.

The suffocating silence lasted much longer than before.

The gazes of the Grand Dukes met countless times in the air.

finally.

Grand Duke Lecco nodded slightly.

"Charmain," the old man turned to Lumbard tremblingly, his eyes flashed with wisdom and vigilance: "First of all, you have to understand one thing."

Rumba narrowed his eyes.

The other grand dukes stared at Rumba coldly.

Grand Duke Lecco stood up slowly and walked to the center of the hall.

I saw the old man stretch out his hand slowly, put his palm sideways on his chest, and said indifferently: "This is for Exeter."

"Rogers, Lyco." Grand Duke Lyco said lightly.

There was a slight fluctuation in the eyes of Rumba looking at Lecco.

But his left hand pressed the saber at his waist, and the fluctuation immediately turned into firmness and cruelty.

"Of course." Charmain Rumba strode forward with a solemn face.

"Charmain Rumba."

Grand Duke Heisha stretched out his right hand and clasped Grand Duke Lecco's palm.

His tone is beyond doubt:

"For Exeter."

As the eyes of the two archdukes met, the clasped palms shook vigorously in the air.

According to the ancient rituals of the Northland, the covenant was concluded with an oath.

Grand Duke Trudida raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked between the two:

"Perseus Trudida."

"For Dragon Clouds City..."

The others frowned.

Trudida smiled slightly, blinked, and added: "...and Exeter."

He pressed his palms to the clasped hands of the first two.

Rumba sneered.

Olsio sighed deeply and walked across from Trudida.

His face became extremely serious.

"Rebion Aurelius."

"For survival."

Olsio nodded briefly and decisively to the others, clasped his right palm, and joined the oath of the three.

The four grand dukes held their palms tightly, and all looked at the only person left in the field.

Grand Duke Ronnie pursed his lips and stared at the ground.

one second.

two seconds.

Just when Trudida began to worry, Grand Duke Ronnie suddenly threw off his cloak, walked to Luba's side, and looked at Grand Duke Heisha.

Rumba looked back at him without flinching.

Ronnie looked away and glanced at the others.

In the next second, the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City stretched out his hand without hesitation, and clasped the palms of the four people.

"Kulikun Ronnie."

With deep meaning, he spoke softly:

"For the North."

Heisha Ling, Jieshou City, Rebuild Tower, Weilan Ling, Qiyuan City.

The covenant of the five grand dukes was thus concluded.

————

On the upper floor of the Hall of Heroes, in a remote corridor, the soldiers of the Heisha collar guarded the surrounding tightly, leaving the open space in the middle for the commander and the captives.

"You know, after that conversation in the snow, I have been very concerned about you—Mr. Deputy Ambassador, Lord Nyman."

Viscount Canbida of Heisha collar looked at Putilei who was a prisoner in front of him, and sighed: "I asked some friends to investigate you again."

Puttilai frowned slightly: "Then what did you find out?"

Viscount Canbida approached the bound Puttilai and smiled slightly.

"Not a lot," the Viscount of Menton City nodded slowly, "As the attendant of Prince Midil, you are far from being as simple as you appear on the surface."

Puttilai narrowed his eyes: "For example?"

"The people in the dark room don't know much about your system, and they always regard you as the servant of Prince Midil," Canbida snorted softly, "I don't know much about what happened in the Department of Foreign Affairs after you left the palace. care."

"So I focused on investigating your whereabouts after you left the palace during this period of time."

Puttilai's face moved slightly.

"Laorden twenty-four years ago..." Cambida said flatly.

Putillai frowned.

But Cambida continues:

"Changyin City 22 years ago, Steel City 19 years ago, Kylin Capital 15 years ago, Golden Corridor 14 years ago, Broken Dragon Fortress 12 years ago, Crystal City 10 years ago Bicheng, the ruins five years ago," Viscount Canbida smiled and counted out the names of the places, and said happily:

"You have been to so many places."

Puttilai looked solemnly at the Viscount in front of him, and sighed slightly.

"The Department of Foreign Affairs has a lot of work," he said briefly.

Cambida shrugged.

"I'm afraid it's not just a lot of business." The Viscount walked behind him and shook his head: "Do you want me to remind you?"

Putilai didn't speak.

Cambida started pacing around him, talking while pacing.

"Twenty-four years ago, there was a dispute over the succession of the Hamble royal family. Twenty-two years ago, Anrenzo's annexation rebelled. Wang ascended the throne, fourteen years ago, the Liberty Alliance civil war that swept the surrounding area, needless to mention the Bloody Year, there was also the mermaid attack on the ship ten years ago and the desert war five years ago."

As before, Cambida said several nouns.

The viscount stopped in front of Putillai, and also stopped his narration, looking at Putilei's face in a leisurely manner.

But Puttilai just stared at the other party, without saying a word.

"The attendant of the eldest son of King Midil, the former second-class civil servant of the Department of Foreign Affairs, the former viscount, Lord Putilai Nieman." Cambida let out a breath slowly, narrowing his eyes:

"It seems that where the war is, where are you?"

Puttilai frowned slightly: "Really? I don't even remember."

"Or..." Viscount Canbida's eyes turned strange, and he changed the topic

"Where have you been?" Cambida raised the corner of his mouth, "Where is the war?"

Putile burst out laughing.

"You really have a sense of humor." Mr. Deputy Envoy shook his head and laughed, "According to what you said, the current chaos in Dragon Clouds City is also the reason why I came?"

Cambida's expression changed.

The watertight guy.

"You don't seem nervous?" The Viscount's tone turned cold: "Your Excellency."

Puttilai raised his eyebrows: "Should I be nervous?"

Cambida sneered.

He turned around, glanced at the surrounding decorations, and took a good look at the rough and messy style of the Palace of Heroes: "I know that you are divided into multiple groups, trying to distract us and cover a crucial step in the complicated palace— —Maybe you're one of them."

Puttilai narrowed his eyes and nodded seriously.

"And you coped very well, Your Excellency Viscount Canbida," said the deputy envoy helplessly, "you were neither easily mobilized by us nor rigidly defended, but instead sent out a small number of elites accordingly, with continuous harassment, hinder our approach."

Cambida turned around abruptly, and shot at Putile with his gaze like an arrow.

"Every road leading to the Hall of Heroes, up and down the six floors, is heavily guarded by us," Cambida's words became cold and decisive: "We know every secret passage in the Palace of Heroes, even the windows and lookouts. There are also people watching from the platform - I know you have a flying supernatural being, believe me, our crossbowman will impress him outside the window."

Cambida asserts grimly:

"Whether it's Nikolai or whoever, even if the Kingdom's Wrath comes here, you won't be able to get close to the hall at all, and you won't be able to harm the Grand Duke."

Puttilai looked into his eyes, with intriguing meaning in his eyes: "Really?"

Cambida frowned.

Why.

Why is he still so confident?

Cambida gritted his teeth and asked the biggest doubt in his heart: "Why did you throw yourself into the trap?"

Putilai let out a long sigh.

"Because I'm worried," Mr. Deputy Envoy said flatly, "I want to make a final confirmation—especially here."

Cambida's heart moved: "Confirm what?"

Puttilai blinked, showing a sly expression.

"Make sure you are not afraid of the cold, and did not bring firewood inside."

Cambida's expression changed.

Puti Lai smiled slightly.

In the next second, Cambida's face became extremely pale. He turned around suddenly and asked one of his subordinates: "Have you checked the fireplace in the Hall of Heroes and the chimney leading to the top floor?"

Puttilai raised his eyebrows: "Oh, your reaction is really fast."

Cambida's subordinates came to him and frowned: "We have checked it all. In order to guard against assassins, there is a metal grid on each floor of the chimney of the Palace of Heroes, which normal people cannot pass through."

He shook his head: "If they try to sneak into the hall from there, they have to break through at least six grids, and we will definitely detect their movements..."

At that moment, Cambida was struck by lightning.

"Grid, normal people... can't pass?"

Cambida turned to Putilei with difficulty, his face was ugly: "That prince, that boy..."

"Where is he?"

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In the Hall of Heroes, the five Grand Dukes clasped their palms together, looked into each other's eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Very good," Lombard looked at the other four with firm eyes, "as the first step of our sincere unity."

"It's time to explain to our prime minister the 'truth' of the king's death."

"From today, the Exeter Kingdom will open a new chapter."

The expressions of the four princes were serious.

at this moment.

"Boom!" There was a strange noise in the hall.

"Damn, the rope is not long enough..." A childish voice sounded:

"The last one... let me go... ah!"

The five princes were slightly startled.

"Clang!" There was a strange impact sound.

Before the five archdukes could react, on the other side of the long table, in the large fireplace under the soul-killing gun stand, a black ball suddenly fell down—a round ball?

Large clouds of dust were stirred up.

The five princes turned their heads in unison, and were startled at the same time.

I saw that little coke-like ball sticking out its limbs in the surging dust, and suddenly got up.

Amidst the intense coughing, "Ball" waved his hands desperately, and trotted away, escaping from the range of the fireplace's dust and dust: "Ahem——"

The "round ball" fell to the edge of the long table, barely escaping the dust attack.

The five grand dukes were still holding each other's palms, looking at this little black "ball" in surprise.

It stood up cursing, and pulled off a piece of black cloth from its dark face, revealing the lower half of its white face.

It coughed twice before carefully folding the black cloth and stuffing it into the dark pocket.

"Ah, Merry Christmas - bah bah bah - hello to you," Yuanqiu raised his scorched head, wiped away the charred black on his face, and showed his big white teeth at them, "Dear lords, I'm sorry, Chimney A bit narrow."

The five grand dukes slowly let go of each other's palms, looking at this little unexpected guest in disbelief.

There was suppressed anger on Rumba's face, Olsio was shocked, Trudida was thoughtful, Lyco frowned, and Ronnie looked cold.

"Do you mind if I join?"

The dusty, bottomless boy smiled at the five stunned princes, while wiping the charcoal on his face, he stretched out his right palm in a similar manner:

"Thals Canxing."

"For Exeter?"