Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Swords and axes intersect. @乐＠文＠小说＠说|

Nicolai blocked Thales with a cold face.

"I try to be polite, Your Excellency, so I try not to think about it," Thales gritted his teeth, trying to adjust his breathing while trying to increase the strength in his hands: "But you know how serious things are , for the sake of caution, please forgive me for asking redundantly: Does the Scarlet Witch know this secret?"

"If she knew...was that leaked from you?"

In fact, Thales overheard their conversation back then.

The Scarlet Witch did know the secret, she had confided it to Nicolai.

But Thales still wanted to ask this question.

because……

"No," Nikolai pressed Thales's sword effortlessly, his face remained unchanged, and he replied firmly: "Of course she doesn't know—at least not from me—otherwise she wouldn't let it go." opportunity to take advantage of that.”

At that moment, Thales' eyes were different.

He looked into the eyes of the meteorite through the sword and axe, and his heart was full of thoughts.

He is deliberately hiding from me, concealing the fact that the Scarlet Witch knows the truth.

Why?

Is it because I am afraid that after I know, I will continue to ask "Why did the Scarlet Witch let us go"?

Still afraid, what secrets are hidden in the "Scarlet Witch let us go" incident?

A secret that will lead to "it doesn't matter if the Grand Duchess is not of Walton blood"?

for example……

Is it.

At that moment, Thales' mood only became more and more heavy.

He stepped back, removing the blade.

"Very good," Thales looked up with a smile on his face, as if he was relieved, and returned to the laid-back prince: "Although I don't believe it--but I heard you prove it personally,

Still feel more at ease. "

Nikolai looked at him with a frown, not smiling at all.

"Then let's change the direction," Thales breathed heavily, looking like he was thinking hard: "Anyone, anyone who knows this secret from you——is it possible for them to have contact with the Scarlet Witch? "

Nikolai flicked his ax blade: "Anyone?"

Thales felt sad.

He acquiesced.

He tacitly accepted that the Scarlet Witch knew the trickster's secret.

Therefore, the meaning of the sentence "how is it possible" just now does not mean "how could the Scarlet Witch know".

It's "How could the Scarlet Witch tell a secret".

Thales collected his thoughts and nodded calmly: "Does Lisbane know? The true identity of the Grand Duchess?"

"You haven't told him anything for six years?"

This time, he clearly saw that Nicolai's expression remained motionless.

Like being frozen in ice.

Thales let out a long sigh.

"Uncle Nicolai," the prince looked a little anxious, as if he was really worried about something: "We are not talking about some pre-dinner jokes to cheer up the atmosphere."

Thales' eyelids shrank: "It's the life and death of Dragon Clouds City."

He turned to the girl practicing the dagger aside: "And Thelma's rule."

"Rumba holds our greatest weakness, and your secrecy and hesitation will only add to our troubles."

"Northern people."

A few seconds later, Nicolai raised his head expressionlessly and looked at him calmly.

Not a word.

Thales looked at the silent Nicolai, couldn't help but sighed, and raised his sword.

"So you told him."

Nicolai raised the ax and absently blocked Thales's light sword, without strength.

"Impossible." The meteorite's face was stiff, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing: "He has no reason to betray us, and it is impossible to disclose the news to the enemy."

Thales snorted lightly.

"Who knows, Earl Charles Lisbane, the former prime minister of the kingdom, he is only loyal to Walton," Thales said meaningfully: "If he knows the truth about the Grand Duchess and knows that he is not serving Walton Don, will he feel that he is more suitable..."

Nicolai raised his head abruptly, gnashing his teeth: "Because he is loyal to Walton, that is even more impossible!"

Thales didn't speak.

He just looked at each other with complicated eyes.

Why are you so sure and confident?

Why be so confident that Lisbane, after the death of King Nunn, will follow his will and serve a girl who has nothing to do with Walton without complaint?

Thales sighed slightly:

"Don't forget, Walton's direct bloodline is actually extinct."

Nicolai shuddered slightly.

"Could it be that after the death of the born king, the will of the previous king conveyed by the personal guards is so supreme?" Thales pushed Nicolai away, sneering again and again: "So much so that a respected traditional northern lord can let go of his dignity and dignity." Habit, stooping to a girl who is not of his lord's blood?"

"Unless King Nuen is alive, how can a vassal who almost controls the power of Dragon Clouds remain loyal to a weak and fragile girl for decades?"

Thales shrugged: "You know, if it's Lisbane, then Walton's nominal rule probably comes to an end—the secret he's holding is enough to overthrow the Grand Duchess..."

"I said it's impossible!" Nicolai's dissatisfaction was extremely obvious: "You don't know anything, and you don't understand Lisbon either."

Thales sighed softly in his heart looking at the appearance of the meteorite.

yes.

Lisbon was not like that kind of person, and he would not be so stupid as to trade with Black Sand collar with a secret.

so……

There is only one explanation.

Because Lisbane knew that everything he had painstakingly managed was still for his loyalty to Walton.

His true allegiance is still the blood of King Nun.

"Your concern ends here, unless Heisha leader comes to contact you again," Nicolai said coldly:

"This matter is handled by me."

"You're not stupid enough to confront him directly, are you? Lisban?" the prince said indifferently, "Just because of the kindness and kindness of the late king?"

Nikolai turned sideways contemptuously, ignored him, and backed away a certain distance.

Until Thales' next sentence.

"Have you forgotten that traitor?" Thales sneered in front of him, "You have forgotten how you refused to believe his betrayal until he himself appeared in the Palace of Heroes?"

"Until you kill that traitor with your own hands—Caslan Rumba?"

These words were like a spark that ignited a straw, Nicolai turned around suddenly, and punched Thales in the abdomen!

Boom!

But to the surprise of the meteorites, Thales seemed to be a different person, stretched out his hands extremely quickly, and firmly grasped his habitually changed punch.

"That's right, keep a low profile, it's best to pretend nothing happened," Thales squeezed the opponent's arm with difficulty, and gritted his teeth: "Because most of the time, even I don't know who is the enemy in Dragon Clouds City, who are friends."

Nikolai stared at him with a frown, and after a few seconds, the Meteor pulled his arm back rudely, causing the prince to stagger.

He looked at Selma who was practicing dagger with Justin in the distance, and pursed his lips: "Did you tell the Grand Duchess about this?"

"The bargaining chip and threat of the black sand collar?"

"No," Thales exhaled, shaking his numb hands, experiencing the numbness that the crime of Hell River slowly subsided: "Not for the time being."

"Very well, then keep silent." Nicolai seemed to calm down, his eyes fixed on Thelma: "She doesn't need to know this."

"As for this matter, Bai Ren... the Grand Duke's personal guard will be investigated."

silence.

After a while, Thales sighed sadly. He stood up and stopped looking at the meteorite.

"Is it."

"You think you can protect her with long swords and shields," Thales watched the practice of the Grand Duchess, and hummed meaningfully: "So you only teach her to use daggers."

He shook his head: "Think about it: when the enemy's sword fell in front of her, the lonely and weak Grand Duchess only had a small dagger, which could only stab and cut."

"I can't imagine anything more cruel than that."

Nicolai glanced at the Grand Duchess, then turned back to Thales with a disdainful face: "Don't worry, I will cut off the enemy's head before the sword arrives."

"Ha, that's really amazing."

Thales shook his head, with a trace of sadness in his tone unconsciously: "However, the sword belonging to Rumba has stopped at her throat, and Rumba's head is still on his neck—and she is still in high spirits Learn daggers from you."

Nicolai didn't speak, but his brows tightened.

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Is this the same way you train Prince Moral? Teach him to defend himself with a dagger and keep him away from all dangerous secrets?"

The prince lowered his head and patted his hands, sighing, "No wonder Moral didn't come back from the stars..."

"Women do not belong on the battlefield, and Morale is not a woman," Nicolai interrupted him coldly: "His training was much harder, and he was also a courageous swordsman and axeman, and he failed to It’s definitely not because of lack of skill that I came back.”

Thales crossed his arms and was silent for a moment.

"Of course, Moral." Thales shook his head, his eyes seemed to have a different meaning: "A legal male heir to the Grand Duke, if he is still there, then Dragon Clouds City will probably be able to stabilize— —then I probably don't need to come to Exeter."

Nicolai snorted coldly, as if completely unaware of what the prince wanted to say.

"But she," Thales pouted towards the Grand Duchess, as if it was just a small talk: "She happens to be a woman, not even of Walton blood."

"That raises a lot of questions."

"She can't just know how to defend herself with a dagger, it's not enough."

"That's not something you should worry about, just take care of yourself." Nicolai blocked his words politely: "That's my business."

"You are really confident." Thales hummed lightly and shook his head: "It seems that as long as you say a word, Dragon Clouds City will become stable in an instant, and the suspicion of Lisban and others will also be eliminated."

Is it.

Nicolai?

"That's all for today's lesson," Nikolai said bluntly, "For the rest of the time, practice by yourself."

Thales smiled from the bottom of his heart, and shook his head: "What about a hundred times?"

But the meteorite just glanced at him coldly, then turned around and left without stopping.

Thales looked at his back and frowned slowly.

It was still early in the day, and the sun was still shining.

"End so early?" Wyatt stepped forward, took the sword and shield from Thales, and asked in confusion, "Today's training seems a little different?"

The second prince took a deep breath and shook his head slightly.

"Where, isn't it the same as in the past?"

"This overwhelming advantage," Thales couldn't help sighing as he watched the Meteor Man go away, "Both sides fighting against each other."

"It's not a level at all."

"You don't have to compare yourself with the meteorite." Huai Ya raised his eyebrows, followed the prince's line of sight, looked at the terrifying former White Blade commander, and said tentatively: "But seeing you become so optimistic again, then I'm relieved."

"Not too bad, is it?"

Thales turned around and turned his gaze to the other side. Thelma, who was sweating profusely and practicing the dagger, looked at the vigilant guards and servants all over the court, silent.

Not too bad?

No.

At that moment, only the prince himself knew how bad the situation he was facing was.