Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Thales stared fixedly at the floor under his feet.

Six years ago, in the secret passage under the city gate, a group of people who had escaped from the sky were intercepted by the Scarlet Witch, unable to advance or retreat.

that time……

The Meteorites with a tired face stepped forward alone and exchanged "a big bargaining chip" for their safety.

Thales couldn't help but have deep doubts in his heart.

What exactly did Nicolai tell the Scarlet Witch to make Ms. Cassian turn around and leave, making her ignore existences like Star Prince and Miss Walton, as if they were just extra outsiders.

Could it be that the Dark Room is really so independent, that one moment he was determined to overthrow King Nun, who insisted on going his own way, and the next moment he can walk away without delay, without any involvement?

If, as Rumba says, Selma's existence is just...

Thales took a deep breath, and veins popped up on his hands.

"absurd."

He looked coldly at King Charman in front of him:

"An heir to Dragon Clouds City who is recognized to have been dead for six years is still alive? And I went north alone, the entire six years as a hostage, including our life-and-death contest in the Palace of Heroes six years ago, was it just a part of a certain conspiracy?"

"You expect me to believe you? Such baseless words?"

The prince looked offended, looked into the king's eyes with dissatisfaction, and retorted: "Why did Moral want to fake his death on purpose, why did he let his family be on the verge of collapse, and make Dragon Clouds City turbulent? Why did King Nuen Will you come up with such a strategy that the gains outweigh the losses, and you will lose your life in vain under your counterattack?"

boom!

"Because he didn't fake his death on purpose, and Nunn didn't do it on purpose either!"

King Charman punched his scabbard with a fist, and responded to Thales' aggressive words with a frosty face: "Do you think this is some fun thing? Do you think I will be bored enough to make up such a lie to drive you apart? With Dragon Clouds City? Ever since I got the damn news, God knows how many methods, time and resources I have used to get to the bottom of it, just to find out whether that useless prince is dead or not! How long can I wear my crown!"

The king's sharp eyes revealed a heavy murderous intent: "Trust me,

If he is not dead, no one in this world wants him to disappear forever as quickly as possible and without anyone knowing more than me! "

Thales looked suspiciously at the anger and coldness hidden on the king's face, faintly feeling that the other party's emotions were not pretended.

There was silence in the carriage for a few seconds.

"So, 'I didn't intend to fake death'," Thales calmed down, and he tugged on his sleeves: "What do you know?"

King Charman snorted coldly: "This is the news from the dark room—to be precise, from my insider in the dark room. It is said that the Scarlet Witch has been pursuing this matter for six years regardless of the cost, and she only found out about it half a year ago. "

Thinking Thales slowly repeated: "Six years."

The king nodded gravely.

"Six years ago, Prince Moral returned to Dragon Clouds City from his fief. In the Palace of Heroes, he had a fierce quarrel with King Nuen—although King Nuen cleaned up a large part of the palace before his death. People, but there are still people alive to prove this," King Charman said here, with a strange light in his eyes, hovering between contempt and disgust:

"A few days later, Moral disappeared without a trace."

Thales stared:

"From... what?"

"Yes, Thales," King Charmain snorted disdainfully: "A prince who bears the heavy responsibility of a country ran away from home in a fit of anger just because he was scolded by his dear father!"

The prince took a second to digest the news, and then looked at King Charman with burning eyes.

"Can you imagine Nuen's expression at that time? His son irresponsibly left everything behind, including his own identity, including the original mission of envoy to the stars, and disappeared overnight in Nuen, Dragon Clouds City and even the entire In order to escape safely, he even deliberately leaked the itinerary to Puffett as a cover-this is what happened later."

"Morral Walton, Nunn's useless son," the king gritted his teeth contemptuously and sullenly:

"He is simply the biggest disgrace to the Walton family for more than 600 years—even if you search all over Exeter, you probably can't find a waste worse than him."

Oh My God……

a prince...

leave it all behind...

runaway?

For some reason, the figure of another person suddenly appeared in Thales' mind: decades ago, Ms. Jiny, who was not as mature and charming as she was later, was penniless and embarrassed, but resolutely walked out of the family manor, Keep up with the prince's convoy and go to the unknown future.

It took the king a few seconds to adjust his breathing and recover from his anger and resentment.

"Therefore, while searching, the despondent king can only use a substitute with a similar appearance to replace his son who ran away from home and go to the stars—anyway, the symbolic prince only needs to smile."

"We have tracked down the information about that substitute. He was born in a small noble family in the suburbs of Longxiao City. His ancestors are related to Walton by blood. He was found by the White Blade Guard eighteen years ago, and he has since entered Longxiao City to 'work'. , of course, is actually being trained to be a stand-in for Prince Moral."

I only heard King Charman continue coldly:

"You know what happened later - Moral's substitute died in Xingchen. I guess Nunn was very surprised, but he took advantage of the trend and made the fake come true. Externally, he seemed angry and demanded corresponding compensation from Xingchen, internally. Clean up the restless princes."

Thales tried his best to pull himself out of the shock Moral gave him, and looked at the king with an unspeakable mood.

"That's why I began to doubt the identity of the Grand Duchess: Nunn has no reason to leave a Grand Duchess and at the same time retain a son who is enough to overthrow the former, from the terrible vortex that plunged Dragon Clouds City into a succession dispute— Believe me, from Alesio in Welland to roses in the Principality of Anrenzo, this is the most terrible disaster in the noble family."

"Of course, his biggest surprise should be you, Thales, who can save the dragon in the future when Moral disappears, when Dragon Clouds City is in trouble inside and outside, when his power is fading and even passing away. Star Prince of the Gun Family."

"An excellent tool."

The king looked at Thales with complicated eyes, as if the prince in front of him was an object.

"In this way, Nunn used a pretending female archduke to snare you and Xingchen, stabilized the Walton family's rule in Dragon Cloud City, let the Dragonlance family safely pass through the years when the king was not here, and at the same time concealed the truth from you. The biggest secret: maybe one day, Lisban or the meteorites will welcome back Moral who is tired of playing outside, Dragon Clouds City will return to Walton's hands, and all the calculations of the stars will come to naught."

King Charman finished his words and looked at Thales quietly.

Thales didn't say a word, frowning from time to time, thinking silently for nearly two minutes.

how so?

The back of King Nun appeared in front of his eyes: that former king who was both heroic and sophisticated turned around in his mind, revealing a sneer that made people shiver.

Noon Walton.

He can resolutely end a duel in front of the officials, and he can use poisonous tricks without hesitation.

He can poison a young girl to death without changing his face, and he can also put the family inheritance in the hands of him and the little slippery head without paying attention.

And now...

Nunn, born king.

What kind of person are you?

"Is that what you wanted to say?"

The second prince said in a weary tone: "Everything that happened six years ago, the grievances and grievances between our two countries - the conspiracy in the Fuxing Palace, the confrontation in front of the fortress, the disaster in Dragon Clouds City... all originated from Moral's willfulness run away?"

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" King Charman sneered: "But the origin of everything is so absurd, ridiculous, funny, and unreasonable."

"You were a hostage in the north, and you were imprisoned for six full years for an unjust charge..."

"I bet almost everything and lost almost everything..."

Every time he said a word, the hatred in King Charman's eyes gathered.

"Aaronde became a prisoner, Peifei was twisted and his neck was broken, and Exeter even changed a king..."

"Since then, all the bloodshed, all the turmoil - all of it, all because of a piece of trash running away from home!"

The king suppressed his resentment, his eyes were ruthless, as if he was about to open his mouth to eat people in the next second.

There was silence in the carriage for a few seconds, as if they wanted to remember the heaviness of this moment.

The prince closed his eyes lightly, then slowly opened them again:

"But what Nunn didn't expect was that his nephew in Heisha collar was beyond his expectation. When he just started to lay out the layout, he killed the king first and put on the crown himself?"

"That's why you're sitting here and telling me these things." Thales looked at the king calmly, without wind or waves.

In the carriage, King Charman's panting gradually calmed down.

"It's not just me, Thales," King Charmain leaned back into the carriage, his eyes sparkling: "And you."

Taylor's eyes narrowed.

"Don't forget, we built my crown together." The king said lightly.

Thales sighed softly, then sneered.

"It's still groundless nonsense," the prince rubbed his forehead sleepily: "The death of Moral—everything is just empty words you told me."

"Yes, so I will stop here," King Charman replied without hesitation: "But I believe that you have your own conclusions in your heart, and you have stayed here for six years, and you have no doubts about the people and things in Dragon Clouds City. I am more familiar with it than I am, so I can find the truth by myself.”

Thales lowered his head, only feeling tired of thinking.

Whether it was Moral's life or death, Selma's identity, Nunn's calculations, or Charmain in front of him, he had the illusion of a brain explosion.

Too much.

I'm so tired.

"Assuming it's true... so I was tricked and tricked by a dead man for six full years?"

The prince chuckled without knowing why: "This feeling is really strange."

Opposite him, the king's face moved slightly.

"It's only been six years, which is not bad."

Thales raised his head: "What do you mean?"

But King Charman just looked at him quietly and snorted softly:

"Don't forget, whether it's the grand dukes of Exeter who are grand and unrestrained from generation to generation, or the group of nobles who are good at calculating and scheming in the Kingdom of Stars..."

"They were all killed by a seemingly mediocre and cowardly star king, a dead man who passed away a hundred years..."

He said with emotion: "It has been cheating and juggling for more than a century."

The next moment, Thales' eyes returned to clarity, and he looked at Charmain Rumba seriously.

"What do you want, Rumba."

Finally, King Charman leaned forward and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It's as if this conversation has just begun.

"Lisbane and the Meteor are too close to the Palace of Heroes, I can't get close to that girl, but you can," Wang Wang said with deep meaning: "You also know what I want."

Thales snorted softly.

"Ronnie and Lyco, as well as Suster from the Outpost Territory and Cameron from the Glacier Sea, the joint denunciation of their four princes is not easy to deal with, is it?"

He shrugged his shoulders: "That's why you tried your best to instigate the Liberty Alliance, and even planned the position selection of Dragon Clouds City."

King Charman nodded.

"As I said, this is not a good job, and every Grand Duke is not easy," he said seriously, "but if..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"You know, six years ago you said in the Palace of Heroes..."

"Each of you was born forever in chains of constant struggle between King and Grand Duke - you want to break it."

The prince spoke in a tone that the king had never seen before, seemingly emotional, but with a slight joke: "But I don't know why, what you are doing now always reminds me of King Nunn."

For a moment, Thales saw King Charman's tendons trembling slightly.

"Those who want to break the shackles rack their brains to study the structure of the shackles, and are fascinated by this escape game," Thales said softly:

"Until one day, he discovered that the shackles on his body had grown into a part of his body."

"He can never leave again, the shackles he once wanted to break."

Thales sneered subconsciously, and asked the question he had asked another king six years ago: "Don't you feel tired?"

"Or, the pain the shackles have given you has made you unable to feel the heaviness it brings to you?"

King Charman didn't speak, his face remained motionless in the dark carriage.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Thales exhaled and laughed uncontrollably.

He turned his gaze to other places, ignored the calm King Charman, and shook his head himself: "This reminds me, maybe he—Morral's choice of running away just allowed him to escape from this shackle and be freed from then on. "

Not like us.

Whether he will be found by Lumbard or not, to some extent, Moral Walton, the wayward prince who left everything behind and traveled thousands of miles, has moved away from the shackles given by his blood.

But... what about himself? What about Thales Canxing?

When will he break free from this shackle?

At that moment, Thales suddenly thought of the Magician of Qi and the hand he stretched out to him.

But what followed was the warning look from the High Priest Huom in the Haoyue Temple.

King Charman's face was so dark that water could almost drip.

"He didn't."

A few seconds later, the king gritted out the words between his teeth, and gently squeezed his fingers tightly on the scabbard: "Going away is not escaping, and being weak and escaping is not relief."

"But he will," King Charman's words became more and more low, and there was a terrible meaning between the words:

"After we found him."

Thales let out a long sigh of relief, trying to drag his thoughts back to the vortex in front of him from his emotions.

"Morral, assuming he's alive as you say..."

The prince cheered up and forced himself to look at the king: "Then where is he?"

Hearing this topic, King Charman also recovered from his sullenness and annoyance, and he tapped his saber lightly:

"The last time, a person matching Moral's characteristics appeared on the southern side of the great desert, close to the Principality of Sera—we only found out here, and the other side is the territory of the stars, and the dark room is difficult to penetrate."

"But we won't stop."

"Let's work together to find Moral and kill him, Thales," the king said coldly, "No matter who does it, let us end this inexplicable threat together, and let Nunn and his fooling the world be damned go."

King Charman slowly approached his face: "Through this matter, I hope you understand, Thales: In the seemingly peaceful Dragon Clouds City, who is your friend, who is your enemy, and who treats you as an embarrassing thing?" Who will treat you as a puppet in a farce."

Thales bent his lips, imagining the appearance of the prince wandering the world incognito, and then thought about the appearance of Lisbane and Nicolai.

"You have a good idea, killing two birds with one stone."

The prince shook his head, opened his arms, and leaned back on the carriage regardless of his image: "But you know, I can still shout out, or simply disclose the truth in the car, and then, your words, your secrets and Your ideal..."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Let's all go to hell with you."

Charmain stared at him and did not look away for a long time.

The temperature in the compartment seemed to drop to freezing point again.

"I have a question, Thales." After an unknown amount of time, the king said slowly, "Once Moral returns, what will be waiting for your little girlfriend?"

Thales felt gloomy.

"You know the answer."

"Could it be that the kind-hearted Lisban and the kind-hearted meteorites will send her a certificate of commendation after Moral is reset, in recognition of her contribution to the stability of Dragon Clouds City during the six years when she sat in the Palace of Heroes and pretended to be the Grand Duchess?" contribution?"

The king sneered again and again:

"If what happened with Moral is true, then this secret will not be buried with my death, and one day, it will, together with your enemies, fiercely attack you and that girl—this is The meaning of the choices you face today."

Thales looked at Charmain motionlessly, his eyes were dull and lacking in emotion.

choose.

Another choice.

He clenched his fists.

The prince said coldly: "I can walk away and just stand by and watch, and you can just play your own chess game."

The king smiled.

"You won't, you are different from many people, Thales."

King Charman shook his head confidently, his gaze was like a sword, pointing directly at people's hearts: "As long as you have the ability, spare power, and faith, you will not stand back and leave a hell behind you without any business, cold-blooded Watching others cry in pain, and then consoling yourself hypocritically: this is the best choice and the most realistic choice."

He raised his hand in the dark, and pointed outside the carriage, the highest place in Dragon Clouds City: "Otherwise, six years ago, you wouldn't have returned to the Palace of Heroes by yourself."

Thales clenched his fist tighter and tighter, almost scratching his palm.

hateful.

He sighed wearily in his heart.

No one in the carriage spoke again, and the silence lasted for a long time.

It seems like a century has passed.

"If you have nothing else to say, then so be it," Thales shook his head with a gloomy expression, "I'm tired."

"Of course." King Charman, who was watching him quietly, nodded casually, as if they were not enemies at all: "If...you know where to find me."

Thales sneered when he heard this:

"Still reluctant to leave?"

"You know, the storm is approaching, and the days ahead for Dragon Clouds City will not be peaceful."

At that second, the king's eyes became very subtle, and there was an indescribable meaning in them.

"I am not the one who is reluctant to leave, Thales," Charmain Rumba said thoughtfully in a calm voice:

"As you said, the storm is coming."

Thales frowned, he stood up while his throat was surging, and pressed his hand on the car door.

"One more thing, Thales."

Thales, with his back to the king, stopped and turned his head slightly.

King Charman turned his head and glanced at him with a strange look.

"Under the Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago, you dared to risk your life, but you also had to charge in the opposite direction, betting against me on a battlefield where swords and swords have no eyes,"

"But today, six years later, in the peaceful Dragon Clouds City, you dare not risk the life of the Grand Duchess, dare not speak out, and bet with me on the hidden battlefield."

Thales was stunned.

The king laughed and said, "Why, Thales, is it better to make a decision in the bloody moment of death than in a strange and difficult situation? Or is it because you are more comfortable with the lives of others than with your own? Is it more difficult to choose?"

Thales gritted his teeth and frowned.

That's different.

At that time, I and the people around me were in a dead end, and I could risk my life without hesitation, risking my life with little hope.

But today...

selma...

"Or did you become cowardly, hesitant, and merciful during the six years in Dragon Clouds?" Charmain said softly.

Thales maintained his posture of pressing the car door with a serious face.

"We are different, Rumba," the second prince said coldly, without turning his head, still facing Charmain, "You are a ruthless gambler."

King Charman raised his eyebrows lightly:

"how about you?"

"What are you?"

This time, Thales didn't hesitate any longer. He opened the door and got out of the carriage without looking back.

"Be careful, Thales," the king's voice came faintly from behind: "When the enemies smell your weakness..."

boom!

Thales closed the car door without hesitation, and locked all the words behind him in the car.

He has heard enough for today.

There is no need to shake your mood any more.

not to mention……

weakness……

The prince's heart tightened when he thought of the terrifying appearance of the Black Prophet.

In the carriage, King Charman looked at the slammed door complicatedly, looked down at his scabbard, and said the second half of the sentence seemingly indifferently:

"...They won't let it go easily."