Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 37: The Legend Writer (Part 2)

The dining room fell silent again. Come if you love to play and watch. lwxiaoshuo.

Until the maiden broke it.

"So, you deliberately provoked Dragon Clouds this afternoon, so that everyone can see your rudeness." Selma frowned, "Are you preparing for this step?"

Ian blinked happily.

The Grand Duchess was thoughtful: "Marriage proposal, will this work?"

"I still say the same thing, in case you marry someone else," Ian glanced at Thales intentionally or unintentionally, and patted him on the shoulder: "Then what about 'us'?"

Thales felt that Selma's eyes swept over him from time to time.

That kind of gaze was the helpless gaze that the little girl once threw at him hastily in the library, in the Hall of Heroes, in the shield area, in the prison cell, and in front of the five grand dukes.

Thales was somewhat reassuringly familiar, but also somewhat embarrassingly strange.

but……

【But, Thales Canxing, what am I to you? 】

He could only continue to maintain his serious face without responding.

After the Grand Duchess, Ian also set his sights on Thales.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

It seems like a century has passed.

Selma still stared at Thales closely.

"What's wrong with you?" Ian, who finally couldn't stand the atmosphere, put on a bewildered expression, raised his hands and shook them: "Or...should I leave?"

Under the pressure of the two, the prince finally lost his face.

He pulled out a faint smile and nodded slightly to the Grand Duchess.

"You will have to face this storm sooner or later," Thales said softly, "You are the Grand Duchess."

"It has to be you,

It's your decision. "

"Be, whoever you want to be."

Thelma paused slightly.

After hearing what the prince said, she lowered her head and fell into deep thought.

Ian on the side frowned, his eyes rolling back and forth between the two.

After a few seconds, Thelma looked up.

She looked at Ian, as if she had made up her mind, and said decisively:

"What do you need?"

At that moment, Thales let out a breath as if the flood gate had been opened.

Ian gave a satisfied smile.

"We need an occasion where your vassals—I mean vassals with fiefdoms, military strength, and ambitions, who are powerful and ambitious, will all attend the occasion."

Ian pondered: "The sooner the better, lest they have the opportunity to arrange and give the black sand leader time to fight back."

"We'll be there, cutting your ropes and breaking your chains."

"the same as you."

Selma just pondered for a few seconds before speaking quickly.

"There is still half a month to the hearing day," she replied simply and neatly: "But I will discuss it with Charles, and it should be mentioned in a few days. Under normal circumstances, the earls send officials to attend, but I can Send a letter to invite them to discuss the matter of dispatching troops."

This is the first time Thales has seen such a resolute side of Selma.

It surprised him.

"So," a strange color appeared in Ian's eyes, and he tilted his head slightly: "Have we reached an agreement?"

"Ma'am... oh no, Your Excellency the Grand Duchess of Dragon Clouds City?"

Selma looked at him and nodded slowly: "Of course, Your Excellency the Viscount of Qiyuan City."

Thales bent the corner of his mouth, only feeling a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

Like he lost something.

"Very good." Ian put away his expression and stood up slowly.

At that moment, Thales had an illusion: the viscount's temperament began to slowly change.

Ian saw Ian raised his right hand, stretched across the table, and made palms.

"Ian Ronnie," at this moment, there was neither unnecessary laughter nor deliberate seriousness on his expression, but pure indifference: "For our alliance."

Thales looked at him silently.

Looking at the indifferent Ian.

Maybe.

This is the real him.

The real Ian Ronny.

The Grand Duchess took a deep breath, stood up with a stiff face, and stretched out her palm to Ian.

"Selma Walton," the girl said coldly, "for our goal."

But when her palm was about to touch Ian, she paused in mid-air.

Ian was slightly taken aback.

Selma turned her head slowly and looked at the only person left in the field.

That foreign prince with complicated expression.

Ian reacted, he suddenly smiled, and looked at Thales.

Now it was Thales' turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Me too?" he asked in surprise.

"You are a witness of this covenant, Thales, don't underestimate yourself," Ian said with a chuckle, "Or do you want to be an outsider who has heard the whole plot but remains indifferent?"

Selma looked at the prince expressionlessly. Although her eyes were complicated, she did not leave for a moment.

Thales sighed and stood up helplessly.

"Tales Canxing," the prince stretched out his right hand and subconsciously closed the palm of Thelma facing him in accordance with the action of the five grand dukes in his memory, "for..."

He pondered for a while before saying coldly: "For our common enemy."

Ian looked at the two tightly clasped palms and raised half of his eyebrows.

He sighed and shrugged, and closed Thales' back of his hand from the outside.

The three palms were clenched together and they shook vigorously in the air.

The covenant was reached.

"And you have to attend, Thales. It can't be just us and Dragon Clouds City. There must be outsiders with sufficient identities to witness and put considerable pressure on them." Ian let go of his hand, and he gestured to the south : "But it's obviously a bad idea to invite the black sand collar."

Thales frowned: "Do you need anything else?"

"No, the faster, the shorter, the simpler." Ian pursed his lips, seeming a little apprehensive: "The greater our chances of winning."

But a few seconds later, the serious Ian showed his true colors and replied with a smile:

"Of course, or our Star Prince can also write a letter, asking the Star Kingdom to send troops from the Western Wilderness, cross the Great Desert, and attack the Freedom Alliance from the south?"

"And we are under attack from both the east and the south," Ian laughed, and picked up another piece of cheese, which eased the atmosphere a lot: "It won't even take two months for the war to end."

Thales rolled his eyes.

Yeah, and then I'm in trouble as hostage at Exeter - guess what, Rumba will publicly order the execution or just hire the assassin?

"I think, compared to the stars," the prince said angrily, "You should ask the orcs in the desert for help. This is more realistic."

Ian grunted and started fighting the cheese.

Selma, on the other hand, lowered her expression: "How many chances do we have?"

Ian shook his head and said vaguely, "Let's see how far we can go."

He didn't even look at this side, his eyes focused on the food in his hands, his cheeks moved back and forth due to chewing, but the words he said made people startled: "As I said - we are writing our own legend."

"It has been a pleasure talking to you, madam, Your Highness."

Ian swallowed the last bite of cheese, turned around without any hesitation, and walked out of the dining room.

Leave the thoughtful Thales behind.

And the inexplicable Selma.

The two were relatively silent in the dining room.

Thelma sat down and remained silent, while Thales looked at her silently.

After a long while, the girl suddenly said, "A marriage proposal, is it?"

"Did you know it from the beginning, or did you realize it afterward?"

Without anyone's reminder, the atmosphere instantly became embarrassing.

Thales exhaled and said in embarrassment: "That's just a trick, Thelma."

But the Grand Duchess interrupted him immediately.

"Do you believe him?" She looked out the door without distinguishing emotions.

Thales looked at the girl's side face and squeezed out a smile.

"No."

"But I trust you."

Thelma's face moved slightly.

Thales walked to the window and looked out the window, the lights outside the Palace of Heroes.

six years.

Dragon Clouds City.

What is this city to him?

The second prince closed his eyes, closed Longxiao City out of sight, and sighed:

"Promise me, Thelma."

"On the next hearing day, no matter what happens, don't do stupid things."

Selma was stunned: "What?"

"Don't care about others, don't care about others, don't have the slightest hesitation and hesitation."

"It's enough to choose the path that suits you and the Grand Duchess the most," Thales turned around with a frozen face, as if he was about to face the most difficult test in the world: "I'll solve the rest question."

Thelma looked at him, hesitating to speak.

But in the end she kept her mouth shut and said nothing.

Thales forced a smile, nodded slightly, turned around, and walked out of the dining room.

Leave the girl behind.

Thales walked out of the corridor, and he walked past the still cold and solemn eyes of the Jinx lady, past the pointing whispers of the maids, and past the malicious gazes of the guards.

Just like he walked past them countless times in the past six years.

He was stopped until he was about to leave the palace gate.

"This afternoon, in the lobby, I noticed the way they looked at you."

Thales frowned and turned his head: Ian Ronnie stood at the corner, stopped him, and showed a fake smile to a guard who didn't seem to be easy to deal with.

The successor of Qiyuan City turned around and quickly followed Thales, leaving the eyes of the guard behind him like a knife, and said with a smile: "I don't think she can protect you well—especially among these northerners."

Thales sighed slightly.

So you did it on purpose, and once again pushed me to the front of the stage to be scrutinized.

They walked past a pair of patrolling guards oncoming in the corridor - apparently the Grand Duke's personal guards - the leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the pair.

Ian shrugged slightly, and said in a low voice: "You know, Qiyuan City is the most remote territory of Exeter, far away from the king's tentacles, and we are adjacent to the Great Desert."

Thales raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"So, if you are in Qiyuan City, you don't have to worry about the king's threat, and my father welcomes you," Ian blinked: "And, from us, you only need to go through the desert, and you don't even have to go through other princes, You can return to the Western Wilderness Territory of the Stars."

Thales paused slightly, and shook his head helplessly in his heart.

yes.

But the premise is that Dragon Clouds City and King Charman will allow me to leave.

And you are really kind enough to let me go, let me go with a chess piece that can be used to threaten the Star Kingdom.

"If things don't go well," Ian raised his head, showing his trademark unruly smile again: "Please remember, the climate in Qiyuan City is much better than here."

"Thank you so much," Thales said calmly, "I will keep it in my heart."

The two walked towards the palace gate side by side - they could already see Huai Ya, Rolf, and several Qiyuan City guards waiting at the gate.

"Ian."

"You said, you want to write your own legend," Thales asked softly, "What does that mean?"

Ian raised his head and rubbed his chin, seeming to be aroused by this question.

"What's the meaning……"

He smiled.

"The Ronnie family has not had a king for more than three hundred years, and Dragon Clouds City has just let go of its monopoly on the throne."

"And Qiyuan City is always ignored by people." Ian turned his head and smiled, looking like he was joking: "Maybe it's time to balance the power distribution of Exeter, what do you think?"

Thales stared.

He understood what the other party meant, and remembered the long-haired resolute warrior: "Duke Ronnie, do you want to compete for the throne?"

Ian shook his head.

"Ha," he lowered his head, flicked the emblem of the Code of Knights on his shoulder, and hid his eyes in a corner where Thales couldn't see: "Of course not."

Ian raised his head, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes.

With a rhythmic tone, Ian said softly: "At least it's not him."

Thales stopped in his tracks.

There were more than ten meters away from the palace gate, and Huai Ya in the distance bowed respectfully to him.

Ian also stopped, looking back at Thales leisurely.

The prince chuckled: "You know, what you are going to face is Rumba, perhaps the most difficult king in the history of Exeter?"

Ian also smiled: "Yeah, my father reminds me every meal - how terrible the man under the crown is."

The two looked at each other.

"but."

"Since we want to write our own legend," Ian's smile slowly disappeared, "then we can't leave too much ink for the supporting roles."

Thales pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly.

"Are you sure he is a supporting role?" The prince looked at Ian fixedly: "Charmain Rumba."

Ian put on an innocent expression and shrugged.

"have no idea. "

"But I know that if I want to be the protagonist," the nineteen-year-old viscount sighed, "he must be a supporting role."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Thales looked at him with a complicated expression, and nodded: "Really."

Ian curled his lips: "Successful legends are written like this, without exception."

The second prince of Xingchen and the heir of Qiyuan City looked at each other for several seconds.

The expressions of both of them gradually disappeared.

"Now I'm starting to believe it." The second prince slowly narrowed his eyes.

Ian raised his brows, his tone bright: "What do you believe?"

"Ian Ronnie, there is no doubt," Thales let out a long breath, with a slight sigh:

"You are indeed your father's son."

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