Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the corridor of the Palace of Heroes, Thales was arranging his sleeves with a headache, trying to even out the nine-pointed star emblem from his upper arm to his shoulder, while walking beside Thelma.

"According to the experience of the past six years, the king's envoys," the second prince said with some annoyance and worry, "don't they usually come when the seasons change? And they usually come for..."

"In order to check your situation," Thelma nodded absently. She looked at Thales who was in a hurry, rolled her eyes with a sigh, stretched out her hand to help him pull the shoulder emblem, and said angrily: "Come to confirm that someone The unlucky prince is still in the pet cage."

"Oh," Thales frowned, and hummed expressionlessly, "Thank you for reminding me."

The Earl of Lisbane behind him coughed lightly.

The Lord Regent stretched out his hand silently and pressed Thales' shoulder.

"...and come to monitor, remind, and warn Dragon Cloud City—we are the biggest threat in King Charmain's eyes." Even when he suddenly lost his throne and the people of Longxiao City were panicked, this point has never changed."

"Especially when Canxing and Walton's future is in Dragon Clouds City."

Thales raised his eyebrows, and looked at Lisbane who walked between him and Selma unknowingly.

When dealing with Thales, the Earl of Lisbane's attitude has always been full of alienation and vigilance, and even hostility that cannot be ignored. His vassals and assistants rarely showed the trust and goodwill of sharing the same hatred, and reminded Thales from time to time that they were on the same side.

Thales recalled what Puttilai had told him: "If I remember correctly, Ronnie of Qiyuan City and his allies are raising their flags, condemning the king's disrespectful behavior throughout the territory..."

"Seems like that's what Charmain should be worrying about first, instead of two powerless little kids?"

Selma rolled his eyes at him.

"So this is the interesting part," Lisbane seemed not to understand Thales' insinuation, his gaze swept the two teenagers left and right, "Guess why they came here?"

Thales exhaled: "Win Dragon Clouds City, win support for Luba's poor popularity in the country, and fight against opponents such as Ronnie?"

Selma's face darkened.

But then she took a deep breath and tried her best to show a solemn and indifferent expression, just like the past six years: "Then they made a wrong idea, Dragon Clouds City is the most unlikely force to stand with him—we all know What happened six years ago."

"No one can forget."

Thinking of that night, Thales couldn't help but slap his lips, and sighed: "So this is the part I'm worried about."

Lisbane snorted coldly, his eyes full of vigilance: "We will know."

The next moment, they turned a corner, Nicolai and Justin, who had already been waiting in front of them, nodded to them, and pushed open a door that both Thales and Selma were extremely familiar with.

Guarded by the personal guards behind him and on both sides, Prince Xingchen walked behind the Grand Duchess and the Regent, and stepped into the dignified oval stone hall.

Compared with six years ago, the Hall of Heroes has changed a lot. The biggest difference is that the thick rectangular table representing the king and the nine grand dukes has been removed.

It seems that along with the reign of the born king, it disappeared into history.

In the hall, there is only one heavy fir wooden chair, which is simple and heavy, and stands above three steps.

On the fireplace at the rear, the famous Soul Slayer Gun was still quietly lying on the gun rack.

Thales consciously stopped before the steps under the seat, while Nicolai and Lisban stepped up a step before turning around to face the hall. Only the Grand Duchess raised her skirt with a serious face , step by step up the steps, towards the seat.

The prince watched with mixed feelings Thelma sat on the table that was almost four or five people wide, skillfully but nervously.

A chair that belongs exclusively to the lord of Dragon Clouds City: First, like a kitten stepping into a strange territory, she carefully put her arms on the armrests on both sides, then took a deep breath, straightened her waist and straightened her chest, with a strong Pretending to be arrogant and cold, he raised his head and looked towards the hall.

Like a lion cub just learning to walk, it roared immaturely at the lion group.

It's just that judging from the girl's expression, sitting on it probably isn't very comfortable.

six years.

She is still not used to it.

Because of me, she took this seat.

Because of me, she has no choice.

Selma seemed to sense it, and the girl turned her head stiffly to look at Thales, with a sense of discomfort that only a prince could understand in her eyes.

For a moment, Thales didn't dare to look at the seat and its owner anymore. He turned his head slightly and looked at the floor tiles with a gloomy expression.

The next moment, the herald's powerful and melodious shout sounded in the hall:

"The Viscount of Menton City from the Heisha Territory, the king's special envoy and goose officer, the second assistant advisor of the imperial council, and Lhasa Kambida!"

The atmosphere in the Hall of Heroes suddenly became tense.

Nicolai threw the handle of the knife on his back to his right shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, while Lisban put his hands behind his back habitually.

The guards on both sides raised their chests and raised their heads, and pursed their mouths tightly. Even the veteran guards who had been White Blade Guards unconsciously adjusted their breathing, showing the most serious and fierce expressions.

They know who is coming.

Following the sound of two footsteps from far to near, a man and a woman appeared at the gate of the Hall of Heroes.

Thales narrowed his eyes.

I haven't seen you for six years. Cambida, King Charman's number one adviser, the tall son, His Excellency Jue, who once "escorted" the prince to Dragon Clouds City with 2,000 troops, seems much more mature. The clothes are simple, but his steps are still neat, coupled with a polite smile with a sense of scrutiny, Thales can't help but feel that he is more difficult than ever.

But the most eye-catching person is not him.

Cambida's companions passed by the herald, but stopped.

"how?"

This is an inch-cut female warrior with light armor, her imposing manner is not weaker than the latter, and the long sword hanging around her waist has a familiar white handle.

The female warrior turned sharp eyes and looked directly at the herald at the door:

"Don't you have the habit of signing up for female guests?"

At the far end of the hall, several people around Selma looked towards the door strangely.

The herald looked back at the female soldier vigilantly without showing any weakness, and snorted softly through his nose: "Welcome to the Northland."

The female soldier chuckled lightly: "Really?"

"Even if you have been ruled by a woman for six years?"

The herald frowned, seeming to choke on this sentence.

Cambida, who was walking ahead, had to stop.

"Ash." He held his forehead and whispered to his companion with some helplessness.

"It's okay," the female soldier seemed to have not heard Cambida's reminder, she still stared at the herald with a disdainful face, "I will do it myself."

In the next second, the round-faced female warrior turned around and faced the entire hall!

She looked straight at the other end of the hall, and said loudly without hesitation: "The deputy commander of the White Blade Guard from Dragon Clouds City, Iron County, and Peck Village, the officer and personal guard of His Majesty Charmain..."

"Lady Crawley Michael!"

"Come here to meet..."

"The Grand Duchess of Dragon Clouds City!"

The female voice is round and bright, echoing in every corner of the hall.

Even for Thales who was standing at the other end, this voice was clearly audible.

The faces of the guards on both sides of the hall changed one after another. They looked at the deputy commander of the White Blade Guard who signed up for themselves in surprise, as if they were looking at a rare thing in the market.

Thales frowned slightly, but then he raised the corners of his mouth.

Lady, see the Grand Duchess.

Six years ago, could the Northlanders have imagined this scene?

"Have you learned it now?"

Croyce raised his eyebrows, looked back at the herald who was too surprised to speak, and snapped his fingers undisguisedly in front of him, waking up the other party who was distracted: "And..."

"Welcome to the North."

The herald stared at her blankly, unable to react for a long time.

Viscount Cambida sighed, closed his eyes, and urged the people behind him pitifully: "Ash—"

But before he could finish speaking, he was pushed onto his shoulder by Croaish mercilessly, and staggered forward!

"Concentrate on doing the right thing," the female soldier stepped back and snorted coldly, "And don't call me that again."

Cambida, who was caught off guard and pushed, smiled awkwardly, turned around and waved to the herald embarrassedly: "Sorry, Ashe has always been hot-ah-love!"

The cold-faced Croaish pushed him again, His Excellency the Viscount could only show a compromising smile, rearranged his clothes, and walked into the hall.

On the princess seat in the distance, Selma frowned, looking at the two people who had just caused a commotion: "Did they do it on purpose?"

Lisbane shook his head: "I don't know, but at least the Viscount didn't deliberately stop it."

"That says a lot about things."

"Having said that," Thales shrugged, looked at Croyce from a distance, and couldn't help but sigh, "But... she is really a special lady."

Especially in the north.

"It's unrestrained and unrestrained, which makes people have to marvel."

The prince stared at the graceful and unrestrained Croythe, and couldn't help but think of Sonia Sutherley, the flower of the fortress who laughed boldly in the pool of blood and fiddled with his hair.

The next moment, Thales realized that the three people on the steps were all looking at him strangely.

Only then did the prince restrain his smile, and coughed lightly:

"sorry."

The two of Canbida finally stood at a distance of five meters from the main seat. His Excellency the Viscount looked at the young Grand Duke sitting on the seat with great interest.

Selma accepted his gaze silently, and the hand holding the seat became tighter and tighter.

The Earl of Lisbane frowned slightly.

"Good day, ma'am, ma'am, Your Excellency the Grand Duchess Walton." Viscount Cambida bowed slightly, as if he did not feel the tense atmosphere in the hall at all, "Please allow me to convey the greetings and blessings from the king: The rule of Dragon Clouds City is going well."

Thales obviously felt that this etiquette was not very respectful. In contrast, Croaish's bow was more sincere.

Thelma nodded lightly. She glanced at Lisban first, and said cautiously and without emotion: "Of course, please also convey my thanks to Your Majesty."

She leaned back on the back of her chair and said nothing more.

Viscount Cambida's eyes moved, and his gaze passed over the silent Grand Duchess and Lisbane with a serious face, and he smiled meaningfully.

"I don't seem to have seen those familiar important ministers of Dragon Clouds City." His Excellency the Viscount looked around in a dignified manner, "What about the Earls other than the Lisbane Regent? Wasn't yesterday an hearing day?"

"This is not an official mission." It was Lisbane himself who answered him, and the former Prime Minister said coldly: "There is no need to alarm them."

"Is this really good?" Cambida made a slightly surprised expression.

"I heard that they were still discussing the marriage of the Grand Duchess yesterday? I heard that Earl Hurst and Count Nagel are both good candidates for the Grand Duke's husband?"

"But when the king's special envoy came, you left them behind?"

Thales' breathing stopped suddenly.

"Your news is really well-informed. Only the vassals directly under Longxiao City can know so accurately."

The Earl of Lisbane quickly took up the conversation after being imperceptibly stunned, with a bad tone: "Could it be that you bought another mouse in the Hall of Heroes?"

Canbida smiled: "How dare, the vassals of Dragon Clouds City have always been loyal, how could they buy for us?"

"I'm just saying the palace is overrun with rats," Lisbane replied bluntly. "Why do you think of your vassals?"

Cambida raised an eyebrow.

Charles Lisbane, the former prime minister who served the kingdom for decades, the most powerful assistant of the Born King, a man who was once called "Dragon Eye".

He lived up to his reputation as a formidable opponent.

And old and strong.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I am very glad to see that you are free from illness and disaster, and you are in good health." In the next second, I saw Canbida cast his eyes on the only boy with the nine-pointed star emblem in the field without hesitation, and smiled : "On behalf of the king, how are you doing?"

"Prince Thales."

Lisbane and Nicolai frowned together.

They looked at Thales.

Selma blinked her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief in surprise, as if she was a little thankful that the prince shared the pressure of the opening.

Thales frowned. He endured the stares cast by the audience—especially Lisbane, and looked back at the smiling Cambida suspiciously.

hell.

This guy……

Say it like I know Rumba well.

Although I do know him "very well".

"It's true that we haven't seen each other for many years, Your Excellency Viscount Cambida, but..."

Thales bit the bullet and said: "No disease, no disaster, stay healthy..."

"Why do your words... sound like you are comforting those old people who are dying soon?"

Thelma, who was aloof, chuckled.

Cambida's polite and contented smile stopped on his face.

Croythe next to him let out an undisguised breath, as if laughing at Cambida.

Coincidentally, the Earl of Lisbane, who usually didn't smile much, sneered in cooperation at this moment.

"Still as eloquent as before."

Canbida looked around at the unfriendly eyes, had to put away his smile, and turned around abruptly: "Your Majesty misses you very much, His Royal Highness, he often mentioned: You still owe a glass of wine."

Thales sighed again in his heart.

Lisbane's eyes flicked to him again.

"You know, eighteen years ago, my uncle Hyman died under a glass of poisoned wine," the prince scratched his head, "Owing a glass of wine—are you sure this is what the king said?"

Cambida kept his mouth shut.

It seems His Majesty is right.

Our journey is going to be fun.

At this moment, the Earl of Lisbane laughed.

"Cut out the useless nonsense and provocation, and get straight to the point."

"As the 'Night Falcon' who has gained fame in recent years as the black sand leader, Viscount Canbida," the Lord Regent's laughter spread throughout the hall: "Why did you come?"

Night falcon?

You northerners, can you have a slightly imaginative nickname?

Thales couldn't help complaining in his heart when he remembered that Duke Aarond's nickname was "Iron Eagle".

Lisbane turned his head and looked at Cambida.

"When he was troubled by Ronnie's anti-king alliance, King Charman didn't just send you to sow discord, did he?" The earl's voice had indescribable majesty, which once reminded Thales of the old man who had passed away many years ago. "Your Majesty, who is burning ass and constantly in trouble, can't be saved just by playing tricks."

"So, what important information did you bring?"

Cambida raised his head, the smile on his face gradually fading.

He looked at Lisbane slowly and seriously:

"I must admit that there are some small differences between the Grand Dukes and His Majesty."

Thales sneered in his heart.

Small differences?

"But I believe that we will be able to stand together for the common future of the people of Exeter,"

"For the common honor and disgrace of Exeter, no matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles, we can overcome them together."

Viscount Cambida's face turned cold, and he uttered a sentence that moved everyone present:

"Like now."

Thales' heart moved.

Now?

etc.

He said, for Exeter's common...

That means...

There was silence in the hall for a few seconds.

Sophisticated and sharp, the Earl of Lisbane had realized something.

"Shared honor and disgrace?" The old earl stared closely at Cambida's expression, paused every word, and said slowly: "What?"

He jumped right to his own conclusion: "Are there going to be wars?"

Thales' eyelids twitched.

Cambida raised his eyebrows slightly, as if surprised by the count's answer.

To Thales' uneasiness, the next second, Cambida smiled...

nodded.

??Wake, farewell, funeral, cremation, burial, so far, the grandmother's affairs have gone smoothly.

??Tomorrow is the first seven days. After some traditional worship ceremonies and banquets, even if there is a funeral, the matter has come to an end.

??When I was guarding the tablet, I took the time to code this chapter. Thank you readers for your understanding and support this week!

??Six days in a row, the book that can still stay in the top ten of the fantasy bestseller list every day is probably no one (/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~).

??Of course, this week, "Kingdom" also had a lot of twists and turns. The plagiarism incident has just ended, and this book encountered a supernatural event: between 12:30 and 14:30 on July 11, "Kingdom Bloodline" On the PC page of the starting point, there were a bunch of trumpets with no fan value, and more than 500 three-star negative reviews were posted continuously.

??No sword can only mean: dumbfounding, dumbfounding.

??The editor in charge also said helplessly that this is probably being targeted by someone, and it is allowed in the rules, and the technical background has nothing to do about it. I can only spread my hands and wait for the day when I get a sporadic review. Yes, alas.

?? Haha, just kidding.

?? Just like Thales' experience, Wujian believes that only the fire can forge real steel, and only the breaking can break the good chapter (heavy fog).

?? What's more, it just got more than 500 negative reviews, which is too far from "Agni".

?? (patting the reviewer earnestly) The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard.

?? Everyone, wait for me to come back!

??by Wujian who is guarding the memorial tablet alone and preparing to continue the incense

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