Kingdom’s Bloodline

Outside the corridor where the atmosphere is still tense.

Indistinct voices could be heard in the Hall of Heroes, but they couldn't be heard outside the hall.

And Thales was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to mobilize the crime of prison river.

Nikolai let go of the hand supporting Michael and let him rest on his own. The latter stared at the female soldier on the stretcher in the crowd of black sand collars in pain.

"Boss!" Lord Justin of the White Blade Guard stepped forward, looking at the meteorite with surprise on his face: "You have been missing since last night, why..."

"Ah, Justin," Nicolai looked gloomy, and he waved his hand to his deputy commander from a distance: "You did a good job at least defending the court."

"Leave a glimmer of life for us."

Justin was stunned.

Nicolai walked towards Thales with a complicated expression: "Actually, I never thought that you would have the possibility of success."

The prince, who was sitting on the ground with his hands on his back, raised his head and stared at him weakly.

"I know." Thales replied hoarsely, feeling like an unlucky guy who just returned from drowning: "You probably think: this guy is going to die."

Nikolai looked at him, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking.

"It must be admitted." After a few seconds, Nikolai nodded subtly and pursed the corners of his mouth: "You still have some tricks."

"little Prince."

After speaking, the meteorite turned around and walked towards Prime Minister Lisbane.

Thales exhaled and rolled his eyes.

"Will saying 'thank you' kill you?" He said angrily behind the meteorite.

Nikolai stretched out his hand to the back of his head, and waved it indifferently.

Awkward guy... Thales slandered in his heart.

In the strange eyes of the two groups of people in front of the hall, their people came back one by one.

Wyatt was ashamed and guilty, apologizing for not being able to fight beside His Highness.

Rolf took off a prosthesis,

Showing his bleeding knees, he made a "really bad" gesture to him.

Cohen told him excitedly and relieved that it was an honor to fight with him.

Thales could only smile at them over and over again.

On the other side of the wall, Raphael helped the weak Miranda to sit down slowly.

But Miranda grabbed Raphael's hand.

The female swordsman lifted her head weakly, enduring the pain in her abdomen, and looked at the expressionless Raphael sadly.

A second later, Miranda, with reddish eyes, stretched out her hands and embraced the man's neck, exerting a little force, trying to pull him towards her.

Raphael was slightly startled, and his heart tightened.

"No," he subconsciously pressed Miranda, shaking his head with an ugly face: "We are still on the enemy's territory..."

The weak Miranda said nothing, just stared at him silently.

this……

idiot.

The next moment, Miranda's hand clasping the man's neck suddenly tightened!

Raphael was slightly startled, and was pulled forward by Miranda.

The distance between the two was only a few inches.

The female swordsman looked at him seriously and solemnly.

those eyes...

Just like it was all those years ago: the girl who said "smile" to him earnestly in the snow.

"Listen to me word for word."

Miranda paused every word, as if teaching his own recruits, and said to him softly but sternly: "I almost died there today."

"I almost never came back."

"Did you hear clearly?"

Miranda's eyes shot straight into Raphael's eyes, which made him feel sour and didn't know how to react.

Raphael sighed, seeing Miranda's fierce expression, he felt complicated.

That girl in the snow... has grown up.

The two looked at each other quietly.

"So," she said firmly, "when I want to kiss you, Raphael Lindbergh."

The young man from the secret department looked at Miranda in a daze.

Looking at her face getting closer and closer, looking at her black hair that was wet on her forehead due to sweat.

Miranda smiled slowly:

"Then I just want to kiss you."

The next second, the female swordsman raised her head and kissed his lips without hesitation.

Regardless of the eyes around.

At that moment, Raphael trembled in his heart.

The pain and soreness he had been suppressing in his chest for a long time seemed to disappear in an instant, only the pounding heartbeat remained.

Overwhelming other pulses in his stump.

Even the things in his body quieted unconsciously.

On the side of the black sand collar, Viscount Canbida frowned and came to a stretcher, looking at the wounded on it.

"How is it, Ashe?" the Viscount asked lightly.

"Ankles," Croythe on the stretcher withdrew his gaze from Miranda and Raphael who were kissing, and then glanced at Michael and Cohen, who looked gloomy, and smiled coldly: "I have to lie down for a few minutes." It's been a month."

At the last moment, both she and Miranda held back.

Maybe they all know that this will never be their end.

In the next second, the face of Croyce, who was enduring the severe pain, twitched: "Also, don't call me Ash."

"That title doesn't belong to you."

"Okay, Ashe," Cambida nodded suddenly, "Would you like some medicine to relieve the pain?"

Croese frowned.

She looked at Viscount Cambida unhappily and snorted coldly.

His Excellency the Viscount looked back at her without any guilt.

"You should take less medicine." A few seconds later, Croyce turned her head and said bluntly, "I've had enough of your medicine."

Cambida laughed dumbfounded.

"You're still holding grudges..." Canbida rolled his eyes and curled his mouth: "What about me drugging you?"

Croythe turned around sharply!

She stared straight at Cambida, fiercely.

"Hmph." Croyce snorted coldly.

Cambida patted his head helplessly.

"Maybe I had too much to drink that night, but..."

"Apart from taking off a few clothes of yours, I didn't do anything else?" The Viscount of Menton City shrugged, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Croath's plump chest: "You know, I'm very impressed with you. Boobs aren't interested."

Croese watched him silently.

His Excellency the Viscount felt a little chilled.

"Yeah, you didn't do anything else."

Croych said softly, "But you destroyed my faith with a night of drinking."

Take Lhasa Cambida.

It was you who destroyed my belief in living by the sword.

It was you who made me realize for the first time: what I really am.

Where is my worth.

"Also," Croeth looked coldly into Cambida's eyes, "It doesn't matter what you are interested in, it has nothing to do with my chest size."

Cambida smiled.

"If it can destroy your faith, then the wine talk is really worth it."

"Besides, you think your chest size is only related to you," the Viscount sighed, and stretched out his fingers without hesitation, like poking a piece of ordinary pork, and poked the leather armor on Croaich's chest : "But the world doesn't think so."

Just when Croyce's eyes could kill, the door of the Hall of Heroes opened.

Everyone outside the hall turned their heads in unison.

With the sound of steady, light, heavy, or apprehensive footsteps, a group of people filed out.

The soldiers and guards immediately retreated respectfully to make way for them.

Thales frowned: the figure of Grand Duke Heisha was at the forefront, and the other grand dukes accompanied him with different expressions. Especially after seeing the murderous and nervous Heisha leading the army, their expressions became more ugly.

The first to respond was the long-awaited Prime Minister of Lisbane.

The Prime Minister patted Nikolai on the shoulder, ended the whispering between them, and strode forward to meet him.

"Charmain Rumba," the old prime minister said with steady steps and a bad tone, "what a surprise."

"Whether it's last night or today."

Rumba's expression was very complicated, he pursed his lips lightly, and his vicissitudes of face became more and more serious.

"The Earl of Lisbane."

He did not hear Lisbane's meaningful greeting.

The Grand Duke turned around and nodded to Cambida, then looked at the other people who came out with him.

Olsio got out of the way with a serious face, while Ronnie looked away with disdain.

In the eyes of everyone, the High Priest of Haoyue Temple, Huo Mu, slowly stepped out from behind them.

Thales was nervous and held his breath.

She was still covered with a veil, her eyes were melancholy and misty, and she only glanced at Thales occasionally, which always made the prince feel uneasy.

The high priest held Thelma's hand, looking peaceful and quiet.

Selma was looking for something nervously and anxiously, until her eyes met Thales, the girl let out a breath as if she had let go.

Thales responded with an encouraging smile.

The girl still looked embarrassed, but at least her little gray face had been cleaned up and the original appearance could be seen clearly.

As a vassal of Dragon Clouds, Earl Lisbane's serious and dignified eyes focused on Selma, as if he was thinking about something.

Rumba slowly raised his hands, and the whispering audience suddenly fell silent.

I only heard Rumba said indifferently: "I am here to declare to the whole Exeter."

"Last night, under the attack of disaster, our respected king, His Majesty Nun VII, unfortunately passed away."

His voice was not loud, but it was very powerful, and it echoed in the corridor, quite imposing.

At that moment, Thales clearly saw that, except for Lyco, who was expressionless, the expressions of the other Grand Dukes were very ugly.

The Earl of Lisbane fixed his gaze on Lumbard's face.

silence.

Although it has been prepared, despite the rumors, even though the king's delay in returning has already explained something.

But at the moment when they heard the news, everyone's breathing still trembled.

The looks of Nicolai and a white-bladed guard were even more ugly.

In an instant, the soldiers of Heisha collar and the soldiers of the court were all commotion, whispering to each other.

It was just whispers at first, and then it turned into a louder and louder noise, like an inexplicable panic spreading.

Until Rumba raised his hand again: "Quiet!"

"As his granddaughter and blood relative," Lunba said with a complicated expression, turning his head, "Selma Alex Suriel Walton will inherit his position."

Following the Grand Duke's gestures, everyone could clearly see the bewildered little girl with glasses next to the High Priest.

"Become the next Dragon Clouds City..."

"The Grand Duchess."

This time, compared to the gradual panic caused by the death of the king, the entire hall was in an uproar!

that girl.

Grand Duchess?

Whether it was the soldiers of the Black Sand Territory, the subordinates of the Grand Dukes, or even the palace guards who were loyal to King Nun and Dragon Clouds City, they were all shocked and looked at each other.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the people were fighters, maybe the scene would have gotten out of control long ago.

Only the White Blade Guard, including Nicolai, seemed calm and abnormal.

But the Grand Dukes, including the livid Prime Minister of Lisbane, were not surprised.

Seeing Thelma, who was under everyone's gaze, turn from red to white, panicking, Thales felt very uncomfortable.

Rumba looked at the audience solemnly and remained motionless.

At this moment, Prime Minister Lisbane stepped forward and stepped forward.

His actions caught everyone's attention.

The Earl of Lisbane came to Selma and squatted down slowly.

"My lady, are you okay?" He whispered softly, as if to comfort a child.

Thelma looked at him blankly.

I saw the wrinkles on the earl's face trembling slightly: "I am Charles Lisbon."

"A vassal of your grandfather, and prime minister of his kingdom."

"Hello." Not knowing if it was the officiant's signal, Thelma timidly replied: "My lord..."

Lisbane shook his head, with love and sorrow in his eyes.

"No, please remember," the earl said seriously, "I am your vassal."

"Allegiance to you."

Thelma froze, she stared at the count's serious expression.

In the noisy corridor, Thelma nodded and pursed her lips.

"Hello," the girl tried to put on a determined look, "Charles."

A smile appeared on Lisbane's wrinkled face, and he got up slowly.

In the commotion of the crowd, Croyce, who was half sitting on a stretcher, shook her head sarcastically: "Oh, in the end, our enemies have chosen a grand duchess."

"It's ironic."

Viscount Canbida turned around: "You really think so?"

Croych returned a look of disdain: "Isn't it?"

Cambida chuckled and poked her head quickly.

"No, no, Ash," under the murderous eyes of Croash, the viscount deftly withdrew his right hand before the female warrior snapped off his fingers: "Listen carefully with your cute little brain."

Cambida's sharp eyes turned to Selma, and then to the figures of the princes, looking at their livid, quiet, or angry faces, and sighed: "The reason why the Northland has the first female Grand Duke, it is not by coincidence or any other reason."

"And precisely because we swung the first hammer."

"For the first time, those iron rules that have lingered in the Northland for thousands of years have been smashed."

Croyce paused slightly.

"Because we swung this hammer," Mr. Viscount thoughtfully, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "Among the debris and mess, the Northland and the Northlanders were caught off guard and were able to accept the first female grand duchess."

Maybe it's not just the Grand Duchess.

And something else.

"Do you remember?" Cambida said with a strange flame in his eyes:

"Those who don't work, don't get."

Croise lowered her eyes, thoughtful.

At this moment, High Priest Hom put down the girl's hand and walked forward slowly.

Grand Duke Lombard stepped back gracefully to make way for her.

The chief priest spoke quietly.

Mingming's commotion outside the hall has not subsided, and her words are not very loud.

But unexpectedly, the words of the chief priest sounded clearly and directly in everyone's ears:

"As Haoyue's spokesperson, I hereby solemnly declare to the entire Kingdom of Exeter."

Everyone was immediately stunned.

"The thirty-fifth king of Exeter, Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds City, Nun Naikaruka En Walton."

"Dead today."

It was still silent, but it was no longer as oppressive as the previous atmosphere.

Because everyone knows what's coming next.

I only listened to the High Priest Hom say indifferently:

"According to the co-governance oath of Naikaru six hundred and sixty-two years ago."

"The old king is dead, and the new king shall be established."

"Haoyue is here to witness."

"Under the sacred effect of the co-governance oath of Nakaru, in the great and solemn king-selecting meeting, one person has already received the most votes and has been elected as the next joint king."

At that moment, everyone's eyes turned to the few grand dukes present. Almost all the grand dukes had grim expressions, and Ronnie even turned his head in disdain.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the expressionless Charmain Rumba waved his cloak and walked forward slowly.

Stand under the gaze of everyone.