Kingdom’s Bloodline

King Charman and his subordinates regrouped under the strange eyes of others, and the king came to the prime minister who should be the former prime minister.

The Earl of Lisbane stood up from the side of the Grand Duchess and looked at the new king without showing any weakness.

Thelma watched the two nervously.

"Now, my people and I are going to leave the Palace of Heroes, the first city gate, and even Dragon Clouds City," King Charman said with a cold face, his left hand seemed to be casually pressing the saber at his waist, and his right hand held the broken soul. Lord Tuleha tossed the blade aside, "Earl Lisbane, the patrols under your command in the city should not stop you?"

The Earl of Lisbane showed a warm smile, and his eyes glanced at the hostile Heisha collar soldiers around him.

"How dare we interfere with His Majesty's itinerary?" The old earl said indifferently, "As long as the troops from Heisha can withdraw from Dragon Clouds City in a friendly manner."

Lisbane narrowed his eyes: "Except for the most unreasonable lunatics, no one in this country dares to disrespect the king."

Charmain I nodded slightly with no expression on his face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the earl's words.

"Then, I hope you can provide my people with supplies and garrison to meet the impending extreme cold," the king tentatively seemed to be indifferent: "There should be no problem."

This time, the Earl refused very simply: "I'm sorry."

King Charman let out a breath from his nose.

His eyes were cold and radiant.

"For some 'reason', there are still a lot of messes to be cleaned up in Dragon Clouds City." The Earl of Lisbane, who is used to the storm, said lightly, without changing his expression: "I apologize for the poor hospitality in Dragon Clouds City, but I must Serve my lord first, and then I will have the energy to share the worries of the lord of the northerners."

"You know, I'm no longer the prime minister of the kingdom serving the entire territory."

Charmain frowned imperceptibly.

He looked at the little girl in glasses next to Lisbane, at her stained platinum hair.

Thelma folded her arms nervously.

King Charman nodded slowly.

"In the end, even the king has to rely on himself, doesn't he?" Charmain said lightly: "We will find our own camp.

"

The Earl of Lisbane moved lightly and stood in front of the Grand Duchess with an expression of rejection.

The king then withdrew his gaze.

"I wish you a smooth reign, girl," King Charman said meaningfully, "After all, we are bound together."

"I'll watch you, and I'll watch the boy."

The king said lightly: "Please remember: he is our bargaining chip against the stars."

"Remember your oath too: to defend Exeter and the North to the death."

Thelma suddenly turned pale.

Without waiting for their response, King Charman, wearing the scarlet crown, turned around and walked out of the palace surrounded by soldiers.

Both the White Blade Guard and the palace guard watched them go away coldly, but their fingers never left the blade.

Among the crowd, the Flame Knight Tuleha was holding the Blade of Broken Soul, passing by the former commander of the White Blade Guard, with delicate eyes.

"Keep it well," Nicolai said while bandaging the wound on his arm without raising his head, "It's a great weapon that saved Westland."

The Flaming Knight frowned slightly, he stopped, and carefully looked at the Soul-Breaking Blade in his hand.

"I will send someone to send the "Book of the White Blade" to Heisha Ling. Of course, you have to pay for the creation of the White Blade." Nicolai said without any emotion, as if he was doing the most boring and rigid job: "From now on, the spirit of the White Blade Guard will be passed on to you."

"Don't disgrace its name."

What a fucking irony.

The meteorite said coldly in his heart.

Tuleha stroked the strange arc on the Blade of Broken Soul.

White Blades.

He looks up.

"Without this knife," the Fire Knight's words were aggressive and provocative: "What else can you do?"

"Meteorite?"

Nikolai stopped what he was doing.

His complexion also changed.

"Let me think about it..." Nicolai clenched his fists, his eyes were cold: "For example, suddenly appeared from an unknown dark corner, and then chopped off the head of a certain kingslayer?"

Tuleha looked at him quietly.

"You know, guys in the Extreme Realm, the most effective identity is not a fighter," Nikolai said softly, "it's an assassin."

Tuleha stared at him silently, allowing the subordinates behind him to leave in groups.

His complexion was as cold as ice.

Nikolai didn't seem to notice it, and continued to stare at the enemy without showing any weakness.

A few seconds later, the Flaming Knight laughed coldly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

I saw Tuleha hanging the unsheathed Soul Severing Blade on his waist, and looked at the pale meteorite with interest.

Nicolai looked at him grimly.

But what happened next was beyond the expectations of the meteorites.

Tuleha grabbed another weapon at his waist without hesitation, attached it to the scabbard, pulled it outward, and then threw it hard!

Nikolai was startled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Catch the weapon thrown by the opponent from afar.

A second later, he saw clearly the weapon in his hand, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

He suddenly looked back at the Flaming Knight with a calm expression.

"What does this mean?" Nikolai clenched his teeth, looking at the Sun Saber in his hand, with an expression of displeasure.

Tuleha looked at his old weapon with nostalgia and nostalgia in his eyes.

"Keep it well," the Flaming Knight said softly, seemingly feeling infinitely emotional: "Compared to saving Westland... this is a great weapon that has saved the world."

Nikolai held the golden saber in his hand in a daze, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Remember, Meteorite," Tuleha turned around and tapped the Soul-Breaking Blade on his waist, with a strong voice and delicate eyes: "We have no victory."

Wearing torn armor, the Flame Knight took iron steps and left without hesitation.

Nikolai looked at his receding back, frowned, and clenched his teeth more and more.

hateful.

this……

This guy……

"A good man," Michael came to his side leaning on a cane, looked at Tuleha's figure, and shook his head sighingly: "It's a pity that I stood in the wrong position."

Nicolai closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.

The Meteor turned to his old friend.

"I'm here to say goodbye." Michael patted Nicolai's shoulder with a bitter expression: "We'll meet later, my friend."

He glanced at the Grand Duchess Walton surrounded by the crowd in the distance, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"You know, you can stay." Nicolai whispered.

"No."

"In the book of White Blade, my story," finally, Michael still sighed, looked into the distance, turned and left on crutches:

"That's where it really ends."

Nikolai looked at his back as he left after a pause, without saying a word.

He just reached into his pocket and grabbed an ordinary rock.

Among the crowd led away by Heisha, Cambida followed King Charman.

Your Excellency the Viscount watched the Flaming Knight coming up from behind, his eyes glanced at the lone Soul-Breaking Blade on the latter's waist, his expression was hesitant.

"That's the Rising Sun Saber. It is said that it is the first legendary anti-magic weapon that changed the world," Cambida said dissatisfied, but the latter ignored him, so the Viscount could only turn to His Majesty the King: "You just let him Send out the sharpest weapon in the world like a piece of junk, Your Majesty the Grand Duke Pavilion?"

Tuleha snorted lightly.

King Charman didn't look back, but his eyes turned slightly.

"The sharpest?" The newly promoted King Gongju lowered his head and pondered.

But Charmain I only paused for a second, then raised his head again, and returned to indifference and calmness.

"My sharpest weapon," the king said slowly, stepping on the floor tiles of the Palace of Heroes and the simple and rough decorations, step by step:

"Aren't you standing behind me?"

Cambida's expression paused for a moment, and he frowned.

Behind the king, the tall and strong Lord Tuleha raised the corner of his mouth imperceptibly.

His Excellency the Viscount slowed down, allowing others to overtake him.

Tuleha passed by his side and nodded slightly to him.

"What a loser."

Viscount Cambida looked at the backs of the king and the lord, closed his eyes, and sighed softly:

"But it is also because of this that I am willing to follow him and regard him as my king."

"Until the end of my days."

He crossed his arms, with a calm expression and sharp eyes.

The corners of the mouth curved into an interesting arc.

"I deliberately put on a pose when I came, and then threw out such a cool word," Croethy on the stretcher was just being carried past Canbida, and the female soldier snorted disdainfully: "The technique is too old Set it up."

Cambida frowned.

"At least cooperate with me a little bit and say something like 'ah, that's why we fight'." The Viscount started walking again, dissatisfiedly following Croath's stretcher.

"Stop talking." Croaish interrupted him coldly: "Because of that boy, the co-government oath was even stronger. In the end, we returned to the same place and nothing changed."

"Work for nothing."

Viscount Cambida raised his brows with an amused expression.

"You've worked hard but you've returned to the original place, nothing has changed?" His Excellency the Viscount seemed to have heard something funny.

He turned around and looked at the grand dukes who were discussing something in a low voice from a distance: "Only those who live in the past and don't want to wake up think so."

Croese looked at him suspiciously.

"Actually," Cambida turned his head again and chuckled, "People including His Majesty Charmain, the Grand Dukes, and that prince..."

"They've changed everything."

Looking at Cambida's deep expression, the female soldier suddenly felt that this man had become a little scary

"Believe me, from today onwards, severe cold is coming," Cambida sneered, looking past the countless historic decorations and furnishings in the palace, and lightly stepped on the floor tiles that have been around for an unknown number of years:

"Kingdom of Exeter..."

"There's no going back."

"Fortunately, Prince Thales, if it wasn't for that little girl's insistence," Grand Duke Lecco stood in front of Prince Xingchen, looked at the listless boy, and sighed, "The place where you live forever is Black Sand City. What a wonderful experience to be around the king."

Thales was slightly moved.

He turned around and looked at Thelma, who was talking to Lisbane in the distance.

The prince took a deep breath and turned around again: "He, King Charman proposed this order at the king selection meeting as one of the conditions?"

"Oh no," Grand Duke Lecco shook his head, his cloudy eyes showed an interesting color: "It's not the conditions he proposed."

"It's all of us who think it's safer."

"Your Highness."

The preoccupied Thales was suddenly speechless.

A second later, the prince hung his head as if deflated.

"all of you?"

"Is it."

He closed his eyes, feeling gloomy.

Yes.

After I desperately did that....

Grand Duke Lycco watched him quietly.

"You know, Prince Thales."

"After today, except for the threat of the stars that Charmain said..."

"There are also many people who are afraid of you, just as they are afraid of the prosperous Canxing family that has produced many talents over the years."

Of course, it's not just talents that come out in large numbers.

Grand Duke Lecco silently added a sentence in his heart:

And madmen.

The old man's eyes lit up, and his expression became lively: "But I am also looking forward to you."

Thales opened his eyes: "Expect me?"

Grand Duke Lecco nodded quietly.

"I don't know how Charmain became like this," the old grand duke said solemnly, watching the king's back slowly being overwhelmed by the soldiers, "but we can all feel that he is getting more and more dangerous."

"The extreme cold is coming." He sighed.

Thales thought about this sentence.

"Maybe one day, we will need your strength to fight against him," Grand Duke Lecco looked at Thales seriously: "Just like today."

Thales, who was in a state of confusion, didn't know how to respond.

"finished?"

Grand Duke Olsio stepped forward coldly, and glanced at Thales: "I've had enough, I don't want to stay in this damned place for a moment and leave my life in the hands of others."

In the distance, Grand Duke Ronnie and Trudida watched them quietly, one was silent and the other was smiling.

Lecco looked at the Heisha leader who had gradually left, and let out a breath.

"There will be a period later, take care of yourself, Prince Thales."

The old grand duke said indifferently: "Be careful of the king, and also be careful of the grand duke."

He blinked meaningfully: "And the Grand Duchess."

Telston was at a loss for words.

Puttilai watched the grand dukes leave with their personal guards, and came to Thales with a frown.

"Your Highness, regarding your future..." the deputy envoy hesitated to speak.

"I know." Thales replied calmly.

"I'm a bargaining chip and a threat."

Puttilai showed the color of inquiry.

"Among conflicts and compromises, the Grand Dukes must also hold the bargaining chip and curb threats," Thales thought about the cause and effect, and shook his head distractedly: "Restraining the stars also restricts Charman..."

"It also restricts Dragon Clouds City."

Raphael stepped forward.

"As far as the effect is concerned, you have made the ten grand dukes vigilant against each other, which is very close to the goal that the secret department wants, even worse."

"Maybe you are more suitable to work in the secret department." The cadre of the secret department smiled mysteriously: "We will meet later."

Thales rolled his eyes.

Putilei didn't know what to say, so he could only pat the prince on the shoulder.

"I will report to the country as soon as possible and come up with a countermeasure."

He turned to the weak Raphael: "You know what to do."

The cadre of the secret department nodded lightly: "Your Majesty and Lord Hansen will know everything that happened here in the shortest possible time."

Thales watched them assign work and thought of what he would encounter in the next few years, only feeling depressed.

"There is one more thing," Putilei came to Cohen and Miranda, with a solemn face: "You two, although the injuries are not light... But you must hide your identity immediately before the enemy intercepts you, and leave Aix. special."

Cohen opened his mouth, and Miranda was thoughtful.

"As noble family members of the two major families, especially Miss Arend, who holds the right to inherit the Duke of the Northern Territory, you are inestimable to the value of Lumbard to King Charmain."

"This is Dragon Clouds City, and he has just been crowned, so he can't attack directly, but once he leaves Dragon Clouds City, he will definitely not let you go."

The vice uses a few sentences to sum it up.

Raphael also sank his expression.

"I'll take them away immediately, taking advantage of the fact that Nikolai's people are still friendly to us," Rafael coughed, "I know a secret way back to China from the Big Needle Forest, which can be hidden from the eyes and ears of Heisha Ling. "

Putilei nodded to him: "Go."

So, under the annoyance of Cohen's sighs and Miranda's preoccupied expression, they followed Raphael and left.

When passing Thales, Miranda glanced at him.

"Take care, Your Highness," the female swordsman's expression was a little conflicted, she frowned slightly: "Don't give up."

Enduring the pain, she said meaningfully: "You are a good prince, unlike others."

Putilei turned his head away, pretending not to hear.

Thales touched his head, so embarrassed that he could only smile in response.

other people?

Cohen, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, moved closer to Thales.

"Your Highness," the police officer's robe was burned off at the shoulders, and there was a terrible burn on his neck. Although it was initially treated with the power of finishing, it still looked very hideous. He seemed hesitant at first: " You... I just want to say..."

Cohen opened and closed his mouth many times. After a few seconds, he pursed his lips and nodded heavily: "Thank you."

Thales, who was in a complicated mood, forced a smile:

"It's me who should thank you, Cohen Karabyan, for your hard work."

The sergeant blinked.

"No, no, Your Highness, we just fought desperately." Cohen raised the corner of his mouth and touched his head, as if he was a little embarrassed: "But you..."

He seemed to be unable to find a good word for a while.

After a while, Cohen, who was scratching his head, straightened his face and said sincerely: "You saved the world."

"You're exaggerating," Thales laughed, a little embarrassed, "I just tried to mediate a conflict, and it's not my turn to save the world."

Cohen paused, his eyes moving slightly.

He looks down.

Cohen's face darkened.

"Believe me, Your Highness," the security officer seemed to have thought of something, and said with some emotion: "For those who will be affected by the war..."

Thales cast a questioning look.

The police officer took a deep breath, showed his shiny teeth and a bright smile again, and bowed to him: "You really saved the world."

"It is my honor to fight side by side with you."

Thales looked at him strangely, nodded subconsciously, and watched him go away.

Raphael nodded slightly to him: "Good job, Your Highness."

After sending away batch after batch of people, and adding that he was about to be placed under house arrest in Dragon Clouds City, Thales suddenly felt depressed.

Forget it, he comforted himself: at least the result wasn't too bad.

At least, they are still alive...

Eh, did you forget someone? (In a certain corner of Dragon Clouds City, a short figure burped and sneezed loudly.)

at this moment.

"I'm sorry I got you involved," the girl's voice came from behind him: "They, they insist on keeping you..."

Thales turned around and looked at the apologetic Selma.

"No, this is their interests and calculations, and has nothing to do with you." The prince let go of the depression in his heart and shook his head in relief.

and……

Those involved...

The person who should say sorry...

Thales shrugged dejectedly: "For King Charman, I'm under house arrest here. The Grand Duchess of Dragon Clouds is too close to the prince of the enemy country, which will weaken your prestige and reputation."

"For all the princes, I would rather be in Longxiao City, where my vitality is seriously injured, than let the black sand leader control this bargaining chip."

"And to all of them."

"A prince who grew up in an enemy country and has been a hostage all year round will be far away from the power and influence in the Star Country," the prince shook his head. "If I return to my country one day to be crowned, I will definitely be a new king with unstable rule."

even.

"It's in everyone's interest."

"So, I'm probably doomed to be unlucky."

He raised his head helplessly, summed up his fate, and sighed sadly: "Besides, Rumba hates me so much, he definitely doesn't want to see me go back alive like this..."

The muscles on Thales' arm tightened.

The prince looked in amazement at Thelma, who had seized him.

"No, I told them, you must be in Dragon Clouds City," the little girl puffed up her mouth and shook her head desperately: "You are my friend, you will not be unlucky, you will be fine."

Thelma pursed her lips, as if she was about to cry, guilt and worry came from her green eyes.

Thales was dumbfounded.

Selma blinked her crystal eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "You will have a good time here, nothing will happen... Lisban is a very nice person, he will not make things difficult for you, and Dragon Clouds City will also protect you. you!"

"We..." As if to prove something, Selma said anxiously with panicked eyes, "We can read books together..."

Her eyes behind the glasses suddenly lit up.

"By the way, there are a lot of books in Nakaju's library that I haven't read yet." Thelma's breathing became short, as if she was afraid that Thales would be unhappy: "I remember you were very interested in the book about the end war……"

Looking at the little girl with an anxious face, Thales' depressed mood seemed to gradually improve.

"Yeah," the prince scratched his head and chuckled softly, "I'm very interested..."

Like magic.

for example……

dragon.

"So," Thelma seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, she asked cautiously: "You will be fine, stay in Dragon Clouds City, and read books with me?"

Thales let out a breath.

"Ah, please," he smiled, pressed his hands to his chest, and bowed slightly: "My lady."

Thelma then slowly curled the corners of her mouth, and turned away amidst Lisbane's urging, turning her head from time to time. The ghost with the wind came to Thales.

"How do you feel?" Thales smiled at the sluggish Rolf: "It's been more than a month..."

"Compared to your gang life?"

The eyes on the half of the silver mask of the Wind Follower moved slightly.

He gestured with difficulty with his right hand in the splint: 【It's bad. 】

Thales raised his eyebrows.

Rolf shrugged and gestured again:

[But, also, very good. 】

Thales laughed lightly.

The prince raised his head, looking at the sky of Longxiao City outside the window with complicated emotions.

There is a long-lost sense of relaxation in my heart.

"Did you see it?" He slightly parted his lips, and said in a low voice that no one could hear, "This is my answer."

This time, there was no sound in his ears.

"hoo hoo"

The wind and snow outside the window suddenly increased, and the cold wind howled, mixed with ice crystals.

The Dragon Clouds City in the field of vision seemed to darken in an instant, turning gray.

The severe cold covering the entire Northland has officially arrived.