Kingdom’s Bloodline

After listening to his subordinates' reports, Viscount Cambida took a deep breath.

He turned his head and looked at Putilei again.

"What is this?" Cambida said coldly.

Puttilai raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

"What are you thinking?"

Cambida's face was ugly. He strode up to the opponent, his height advantage of being half a head taller made him look very powerful, "I've done so much, it's just..."

"Just to send a seven-year-old kid to see the Grand Duke?" Cambida frowned, his eyes were sharp and cold like a gleam.

Putile let out a breath slowly.

He misses the pipe and tobacco in his arms very much, but unfortunately, with his bound hands, he can only look at the smoke and sigh.

The Deputy Envoy had to grind his teeth and chat to relieve his addiction to cigarettes.

"In your opinion, what should we do at this time?"

Putilaiyan raised his head and looked at his opponent without nervousness: "Desperately charging? Desperately carrying out an assassination? Running all over the city to seek help? Trying to escape danger? Or trying to shake hands with you?"

He shrugged, as though this was just a light old friend chat.

Cambida took a deep breath, relaxed his mind, and restrained his surprise and anger at the accident.

With thoughtful and meticulous planning and broad vision, he climbed up as a lord and won his current position among the local vassals in Heisha, becoming the chief think tank of the Grand Duke.

In the Grand Duke's plan, if there is an accident, anyone can panic, get angry, and go crazy—like an ordinary and typical Northlander.

Only he can't.

cannot.

For the great future in their hearts.

A future freed from the heavy shackles, with infinite possibilities.

Thinking of this, the chill on Cambida's face eased slightly.

"impossible.

"The word came out slowly from the mouth of His Excellency the Viscount.

Puttilai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

Cambida shook his head.

"You can't pin your hopes on a child—it's not a romance."

"What tricks are you playing? What are you counting on?" Viscount Cambida snorted softly, with a strange smile on his face: "Or is there something on that boy? A letter from King Kessel? A promise from a certain grand duke? Powerful The legendary anti-magic weapon? A special alchemy ball? Even Queen Helan's edict? Or is he just a stand-in to distract attention?"

Puttilai lowered one eyebrow and glanced at him playfully: "You don't seem to believe it."

Cambida shook his head slowly.

"Let's put it this way, Your Excellency the Viscount, in your eyes," Mr. Deputy Envoy shrugged: "What should the game between us be like?"

"The deployment of troops between the two armies? The political strategy of exchanging chips? Or even the simplest and most direct conspiracy to assassinate?"

Canbida stared closely at Puttilai's eyes, but could only find endless depth and peace from within.

Like the most seasoned politicians, the most experienced spies.

The Viscount said softly, "No matter what, even if you send Nicolai or yourself, it's wiser than sending a child to five grand dukes."

Puttilai seemed amused: "He is not an ordinary person."

Cambida took a step back, tilting his head and staring at Putilei.

"Maybe in your revival palace, that child can follow the script given by the king, cooperate with your performance, and earn a reputation for being precocious," Canbida lightly clicked: "But here—— People, you will regret it."

Putile raised his head and met Cambida's playful eyes.

"Perhaps in your opinion, the Meteorite's extraordinary skill can charge the enemy's line and even turn the tide of the battle, and my one-two strategy is enough to make you panic."

"But in fact, we all know it well," the deputy envoy of the Xingchen people said slowly: "The key to this game of chess has never been these corners and details."

"The decisive battle has just begun."

very good.

Xingchen's deputy envoy rubbed his fingers behind his back.

He said silently in his heart: at least, the viscount was caught off guard by our actions.

That is to say, in terms of intelligence, the black sand collar and us have returned to the same starting point...

They no longer have the means to gain irreversible advantages step by step through prior preparations and secret actions.

From this moment on.

Puttilai closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.

Thales Canxing, you will face the fairest and cruelest duel.

what will you do

Cambida's face darkened.

He looked at the Xingchen people coldly, and after a long while, he said quietly: "A battle that will determine the outcome?"

"And what leverage does that boy have?"

His Excellency the Viscount said softly: "You don't know what kind of person the Grand Duke is, what kind of power he possesses, and where he is standing, looking down on the world from a high position."

Canbida narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "In the face of overwhelming power, all conspiracies and tricks are pale."

Putile did not speak, but after hearing this sentence, he looked at Cambida with a strange look, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He smiled slowly, and then let out a continuous laugh.

Viscount Cambida's pupils shrank slightly.

Puttilai's laughter continued.

"You're laughing," Cambida said flatly, "You don't agree?"

The laughter lasted for several seconds before Puttilai took a deep breath, stopped his muscle twitching, and showed a strange expression.

"I thought that even if you plan for others, you should be more or less enlightened when you reach my level." He looked at Canbida's face and shook his head slightly:

"Overwhelming power?"

Puttilai sneered disapprovingly: "The people who say this are mostly the weak who don't know anything about power, or the poor people who can't pursue power."

Cambida's expression slowly stiffened.

Puttilai raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued: "Because they have never understood power, they can only use poor imagination and self-deceiving assumptions to describe what they have never obtained, infinitely exaggerating the omnipotence of power, to come Fill the emptiness in your heart and excuse your failures."

"It's like weak mortals who are used to describing gods they have never seen before as omnipotent beings."

Cambida looked at him blankly.

"However, only those who have real power and have experienced it will know." Puttilai blinked and looked up at the ceiling.

"The so-called overwhelming power," Puttilai sighed slowly, with rare nostalgia and regret in his eyes:

"Never existed."

Cambida thought deeply, but remained motionless.

After a few seconds.

"As expected of someone who once stayed at Dragon Kiss Academy," His Excellency the Viscount said softly, "The eloquence of sophistry is really good."

Putilei smiled slightly: "Thank you."

"He's just a child," Cambida slowly shook his head, showing a playful smile: "With His Excellency the Grand Duke, he can't do anything."

"He's not just a child," Puttilai quickly responded to him, and the deputy envoy's eyes were filled with infinite brilliance: "He is Thales Canxing."

Canbida also laughed mockingly: "That is the fairest battlefield, and neither the emperor's family nor the blood of Canxing will bring him any help."

Putilai snorted softly.

"Yes, the fairest battlefield." Puttilai narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly: "Elhasa Kambida."

"Why do you follow Grand Duke Heisha?"

Cambida was slightly taken aback.

"Is it because of the orthodox blood of the Lombard family? Is it because of the powerful background of the Black Sand Territory? Is it because of the status of the Grand Duke? Or is it because you happened to be born in the Black Sand Territory?"

Putilei shook his head and closed his eyes: "The same is true, Your Excellency the Viscount."

"Kings don't respect bloodlines," Puttilai took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes:

"The child's biggest bargaining chip has never been his blood and origin."

silence.

The eyes of the two faced each other like sword blades.

Cambida frowned.

Damn.

This guy……

I can't even ask a word.

Cambida quietly clenched his fists.

How much do they know about our plans and methods?

No.

Cambida's heart suddenly moved slightly—not completely.

At least, looking at him like this...

They don't care about the Grand Duke's power at all - it's scary.

But what's even scarier is that they don't even care about their own strength.

because……

Cambida's eyes lit up.

He turned his head abruptly, and hurriedly said to the subordinates behind him: "Send a message to Your Excellency the Grand Duke!"

Putilei frowned slightly.

"Their target is not us," Cambida took a deep breath and tried his best to calmly say:

"Instead of using the fear of other Grand Dukes..."

"Turn them into our enemies!"

Puttilai's face changed slightly.

Cambida's subordinates led the way.

"I'm really impressed," Putillai raised his eyebrows slightly, with an uncontrollable surprise in his words: "Viscount Cambida."

Cambida turned his head back, and he looked at his opponent with a solemn face: "To each other."

"Lord Nyman."

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The five princes stared at him intently.

Until he cleared the black ash on his face to a place where he could see his appearance clearly.

Awkward.

For this moment, this is the only adjective Thales can find.

"Can someone explain this?"

Grand Duke Trudida whistled, looked at Thales delicately, and then turned to several grand dukes, as if asking for help: "About the story about a star prince who inexplicably drilled out of the fireplace of the Palace of Heroes?"

"As I said," Grand Duke Ronnie turned his head sideways and snorted coldly at Rumba, "surprises are never late."

Rumba looked at the embarrassed Thales expressionlessly, his eyes filled with endless chill, almost overflowing.

Under the eyes of the five grand dukes, Thales, who was struggling to breathe because of the chimney or nervousness, couldn't help but took a deep breath.

Calm down, calm down, Thales.

He clenched his fists.

I have come here.

The final battlefield.

He thought of all the people who had set out to draw attention and space for him.

As long as I win, they will survive...as many as possible.

Thales raised his head with a heavy heart, and his eyes swept over every Grand Duke.

first.

To open a conversation.

"Believe me, if it weren't for our Grand Duke Lombard who blocked almost every road from the city gate to here with heavy troops, and locked you all in a small cage isolated from the outside world," Thales tried his best to control his voice , making it sound relaxed and at the same time trying to remind each of the Grand Dukes of their situation:

"Actually, I would rather be neatly dressed and meet you in the reception room."

Grand Duke Ronnie narrowed his eyes and smiled lukewarmly, while Olsio looked at him solemnly.

"I admire your courage, kid," Ronnie said softly, "but you've come to the wrong place."

"What you broke into is the Hall of Heroes, which is the place where the five Grand Dukes of Exeter solemnly discussed their affairs."

His face was stern: "You violated the dignity of the Northlanders."

Taylor's heart skipped a beat.

The atmosphere is not right.

He frowned, carefully recalling what the little slippery boy, Nikolai, and Puttilai had said to him.

"Violation of dignity?" Thales took a deep breath: "Will it be more serious than a Grand Duke of Exeter killing the king and trampling on the oath of co-governance?"

The five princes all looked solemn.

Several people looked at each other.

"Be careful, kid," Olsio snorted coldly and glared at him, "Sometimes, saying the wrong thing can kill you."

Thales chuckled and stiffened his neck.

The eyes of the five archdukes are unbearable - especially from the two of Rumba and Ronnie.

"I don't know if you already know about this, but His Majesty Nunn has unfortunately passed away." Thales clenched his fists as hard as he could to prevent his breathing from exceeding the upper limit, making his voice tremble.

"But I was there, I saw it with my own eyes." Thales said firmly.

Trudida let out a long sigh.

Thales carefully observed their expressions.

"And that strange thing came after the incident, manipulating the mastermind behind everything from the disaster invasion to the assassination of the monarch," the second prince clenched his teeth, and threw out the next sentence: "Standing among you, trying to persuade you, for him Cover up the crime, clean up the mess, and get along with it."

Thales took a step forward and looked at Luba solemnly.

"Charmain Rumba," he said gravely, "do you really want to be in the company of this regicide?"

"Even if he breaks your iron law?"

"Become the most unstable factor in the big kilometer?"

A second passed.

two seconds.

three seconds.

To Thales' surprise, the Grand Dukes just glanced at Luba with a strange expression.

As if something funny happened.

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He instinctively felt something was wrong.

Grand Duke Lycco coughed forcefully, then frowned and turned to Rumba: "Is this part of your show, Charmain?"

Rumba still had that unsmiling and cold face.

"No, it was an accident." He said coldly, his eyes never leaving Thales.

Thales, who was anxious in his heart, looked at Luba, showing his white teeth.

What's wrong?

No.

Thales told himself: He has to take the initiative and test his opponent.

"Hey, Charmain, I worked so hard to get here," the second prince forced a smile, and said in the tone of an old acquaintance, "Won't you buy me a drink, old friend?"

Thales raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you still owe me a glass of rye wine when you proposed to form an alliance with me in front of the fortress?"

The eyes of the four grand dukes turned to Lumbard either explicitly or secretly.

Rumba snorted coldly.

"Of course, I have prepared a wine glass for you." Grand Duke Heisha said calmly and softly.

Thales showed a puzzled look.

The next moment, Lunba's eyes sharpened, and then he suddenly raised his voice: "Guards, come in two people."

The voice fell.

Thales' face froze.

An inquiry came from outside the hall: "Grand Duke Lecco?"

"Do as Charmain said," the bald old man exhaled, shook his head, and looked at Thales with a playful look in his eyes: "Send one of our guests out."

Thales' complexion changed drastically!

What are you doing?

Can't even open the conversation?

Why don't you play your cards according to the routine?

"Wait a minute!"

The second prince hurriedly raised his hands, and said to the other four great justices:

"At least listen to me, about Kingslayer, about his desire to engulf Exeter and strengthen himself..."

However, to his surprise, he was interrupted.

"Oh, Kingslayer Charmain Rumba," Trudida showed a malicious smile: "I heard that King Nun's death is a pity."

"Thank you, we know."

"Your Highness of the Stars."

At that moment, Thales felt a chill in his heart.

What's wrong?

They—princes, why?

Thales was breathing in a trance.

The other Grand Dukes all had subtle expressions, as if they were not surprised.

Olsio looked at him coldly, his gaze was compelling.

Grand Duke Lycco stared blankly at the floor tiles, as if he didn't care.

Trudida's smile is like poison, chilling.

Even Ronnie, who was outspoken when they first met, was expressionless.

Only Rumba gave him a creepy sneer, like a gambler who is sure of winning.

The sound of guards' footsteps came from outside the hall.

At that second, Thales swallowed palely.

No.

No, they shouldn't be reacting this way.

For a moment, he suddenly understood.

Those words they just said, "for Exeter", are not ordinary words.

The Grand Dukes and Rumba have reached an agreement.

What exactly did Rumba tell the Grand Dukes?

Incentives? promise? threaten? conspiracy?

Could it even make them disregard the mortal crime of regicide, the tradition and stability of Exeter?

Let them turn a blind eye to Lombard's attack on the palace and choose to conspire with a dangerous murderer?

The sound of footsteps outside the hall was getting closer - it was someone who had come to escort him out.

Thales looked at the Grand Dukes in disbelief—they were still sneering faintly.

As if at this moment, the stunned Thales was just a clown.

At that moment, Thales, who was standing in the Hall of Heroes, suddenly realized how difficult the task he had to face was.