Kingdom’s Bloodline

Stepping into the Hall of Heroes, Thales saw at a glance the large fireplace with which he had an indissoluble bond, and the dark and ferocious spear on the gun rack above.

In the hall, many vassals of Longxiao City who are qualified to participate in the hearing day have already arrived.

Thales frowned as he watched the scene in the Hall of Heroes.

The layout of the hall has been changed: in addition to the grand duke's seat in front of the fireplace, many seats have been placed on both sides of the oval stone hall, facing the grand duke and facing each other, leaving only the space in the middle.

But even on such a solemn occasion, the people of the Northland still showed their rough and unrestrained side.

Apparently, some nobles were dissatisfied with the position of the seats. After sitting down, they deliberately adjusted it, or one or two steps, as if insisting on competing with the arranged seats. From a distance, the conference site, which was originally in the shape of a pocket on three sides, was After the vassals arrived, they gradually became disorganized and scattered. Coupled with the hustle and bustle of the northern nobles either meeting acquaintances or meeting for the first time, the whole hall seemed a bit messy.

Reminds the prince of the old Exeter banquet.

But Thales noticed that the Grand Duke turned his head left and right, but the six closest seats were motionless. Even though many vassals behind them were moving their seats, none of them dared to cross or even touch those six seats.

Looking at the six seats, Thales, who had expected it for a long time, already knew it.

The arrival of Thales seemed to have alarmed many people, and the hustle and bustle was much quieter: Many northern nobles turned their heads and looked at the foreign prince who hadn't appeared often in six years, showing various eyes.

The prince lowered his head and deliberately avoided eye contact with these people. Under the leadership of Lord Justin, he came to an extremely remote seat, far away from the densely populated northern nobles. Rolf stood behind him against the wall.

"Listen, just keep a low profile," Lord Justin said coldly: "If there is anything, I have already told the people around me, they know what to do..."

But the Lord's words froze.

\u003ccenter\u003e\u003c/center\u003e With the noise of a seat mopping the floor, a young man unceremoniously moved the seat to Taylor's side and sat down heavily.

Thales was also stunned.

"I've never liked the meetings of the Northlanders - every meeting is like a quarrel between gorillas," a familiar voice came from the side, chattering, vividly: "You know, a male gorilla in heat beats his chest , roaring at the rival in love..."

At the moment when Thales was stunned, Lord Justin's expression became ugly:

"His Excellency Viscount Ian Ronny."

"As the envoy of Qiyuan City, it seems that your seat is not here?"

Beside Thales, Ian, who was imitating a gorilla to beat his chest, closed his mouth in an O shape, retracted his hands, and nodded indifferently: "I know, my seat is there..."

Following his fingers, Thales turned to the other side of the hall: Ned Monty, the "Death Crow" whom he had met a few days ago, sat in a bold posture on the seat of the Qiyuan City Mission, laughing loudly.

And behind him, a group of nobles from the Qiyuan City Mission stared here with ashen faces, staring at their theoretical leader-Ian Ronnie from a distance.

"I promised to introduce him to some beautiful widows with 'bold style' in the Windy City, so Monty finally agreed to help me hold those old guys back." Ian sighed: "But I didn't tell him , in Fengcheng, the aesthetic standards of Xitao people are actually different from ours."

Thales also sighed, he didn't want to complain about the heir of Qiyuan City who was not in good shape anymore.

With the seating of Prince Xingchen and everyone in Qiyuan City, the unique noise of the North land resumed in the hall.

Until a loud shout shook the audience.

Thales recognized the voice, it was the call of the herald.

As he shouted, several nobles who seemed to have different weights at first glance seemed to have made an appointment. In just a few minutes,

Sooner or later, sooner or later, they stepped into the hall.

"Earl of Fehrenburg, Solon Cotterson!" Amidst the voice of the herald's registration, the first man who walked in was about fifty years old, and he was actually dressed in military uniform. Thales couldn't help frowning.

"The Earl of Stonehills and Harting County, Holt Nagel!" This is an old nobleman, who is walking forward slowly with the support of his attendants, but the nobles beside him all subconsciously avoid the way.

"The Earl of the Wild Woodland, Stone Linna!" Earl Linna seemed not much younger than Cotsen. He was dressed in strict clothes, had a serious expression, and kept his eyes fixed, as if he was about to go to the battlefield at any time.

"Earl of Kari and Origami, Kahn Kierkegaard!" The middle-aged guest was of medium stature, with a flat face and slow steps. He came alone without an attendant, and seemed unaffected by anything else. but most noticeable is his left sleeve—it's empty: it's a one-armed earl.

"Earl of Iron County, Brooking Hurst!" The visitor was the youngest, in his thirties, with a golden beard and a smile, matching his angular facial features, which was impressive.

Five men walked into the hall one after another. Under the watchful eyes of the nobles in the hall, they walked to the front of the stone hall and sat down without hesitation in the five seats closest to the Grand Duke.

The discussion and hustle and bustle in the hall suddenly subsided.

"They, plus the Prime Minister of Lisbane," Ian whispered in Thales' ear, "are the six most trusted and important earls of King Nun during his lifetime. It is said that each of these six families is powerful. It is comparable to a country, and they can pull out more than 20,000 fighters without hesitation, which is almost twice that of the Walton family."

"They all seem to be experienced rulers." Thales said softly.

"King Nunn doesn't allow his subordinates to have vegetarians or low-ability people, so what you see are those who have served under him for decades, and his reputation has spread far and wide in Dragon Clouds City and even Exeter. He is an outstanding person—unlike our Qiyuan City, forget it—in short,” Ian shook his head: “This is also one of King Nunn’s legacy.”

"It also made Dragon Clouds City the strongest and most terrifying force in Exeter." Thales added, observing the five earls carefully.

"That was in the past, when King Nuen was still there," Ian shook his head disapprovingly: "And now? Humph."

Thales nodded.

But he immediately heard the interaction of the five earls.

"How is your territory, Kahn," said Earl Curtsen in military uniform, "Since His Majesty broke the neck of their previous grand duke, the sons of Fengzhao City dare not provoke you again. "

"Cut the nonsense," said the one-armed Earl Kahn Kierkegaard, who didn't give Curtson any face. His expression remained unchanged, and he looked repulsive: "We all know why we are here—— Stop bothering with greetings."

The self-defeating Kotsen snorted coldly and turned his head.

"Soul Slaying is still as sharp as before," Earl Nagel, who seemed to be the oldest, fixed his eyes on the Soul Slaughter Gun behind the Grand Duke's seat, and sighed: "But the one sitting under it, the one we are loyal to That person is no longer there."

These words made the expressions of the five earls all sink.

Najier shook his head, his eyes were melancholy: "When was the last time we got together?"

"Six years ago," Earl Linna, who was as serious as ice behind him, replied coldly. He moved his seat heavily, as if everything around him displeased him: "First the stars, then disasters, and then It's the dragon, and finally the black sand leader... When we arrived with our people, there was only His Majesty's funeral left."

The five were silent for a moment.

"Hmph," before Lin Na finished speaking, he shook his head coldly: "The inexplicable selection of the king, five outsiders plus Lisban, will determine the ownership of our monarch, and make the most powerful Dragon Clouds City become Became Exeter's biggest laugh..."

"Linna!" Earl Hearst with the golden beard interrupted him angrily, "For the sake of the Sunset Goddess!"

"Spare your whining!"

Hearing this, Thales couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart.

selma.

What kind of vassals have you faced in the past six years?

Count Linna snorted disdainfully and was about to speak.

"Earl of Eagle County and Bloodshed," the voice of the herald sounded again: "Regent of Dragon Clouds City, Charles Lisbane!"

Finally, Thales saw a familiar person.

The Earl of Lisbane was still so stable and calm, and he stepped into the hall with an unquestionable expression.

Unlike before, the nobles fell silent the moment the Lisbon Regent came in.

Only the five earls looked at him without showing any sign of weakness, and Earl Linna even snorted lightly.

The Regent of Lisbane walked in front of the five earls with an indifferent expression: "Everyone, it is my honor to welcome you."

"It's not you, Charles," Earl Nagel shook his head, showing an ugly smile: "It's not you... We came here in response to the call of the lord."

Lisbane turned his head and glanced at Nagel.

"Of course." The Lord Regent said softly, he turned around and took a seat closest to the Grand Duke's seat.

The other four didn't look at Lisbane at all.

As if he wasn't one of the six at all, not their companion.

Watching the interaction of the six earls, Thales frowned.

"Ian."

The prince suddenly took a step towards little Ronnie, and said softly:

"Tell me, Dragon Clouds City is not your only hope in this matter."

Ian, who was waving to his mission from afar, was slightly taken aback.

He turned around with a puzzled look on his face: "Why?"

Thales looked firm: "Tell me."

Ian frowned slightly, as if thinking of something: "You don't seem to have much confidence in us?"

Thales shook his head, showing no emotion: "Just tell me."

Ian narrowed his eyes.

"Of course not." In the end, the heir of Qiyuan City snorted softly: "Longxiao City is just one of them."

His face darkened slightly: "At this time, my sister must have arrived at Jieshou City with a mission."

Thales pondered for a while.

"Defend the city, Grand Duke Lecco."

He remembered the bald old man and the scene where he roared in this hall six years ago: "Of course, twenty years ago, they were also among the reinforcements."

The prince raised his head, with a worried expression on his face: "But what you can think of, Rumba can think of it too—like when you came to Dragon Clouds City."

Ian whistled, and waved his hand indifferently: "My sister will have a way, God knows how she will use those big breasts to lure that old bald man to send troops, or use her mouth—who knows which one."

Thales frowned.

He noticed that Ian's eyes slowly froze in mid-air, thoughtful.

"You don't seem to like your sister very much?"

Ian snorted softly, seemingly disapproving.

"Don't get me wrong, we used to be very good," little Ronnie looked at the stone carving of the dragon spear in the cloud above his head, and snorted lightly, "but now we are almost like deadly enemies."

His expression was sarcastic.

Thales raised his eyebrows: "Do you mind if I ask why?"

Ian didn't speak, he just gave Thales a complicated look.

At this moment, a louder shout than before came from the door:

"The bloodline of Nakaru and Sara—"

The Beidi people in the hall turned their heads in unison!

With the sound of countless seats colliding, all Beidi people stood up.

Even the six earls are no exception.

They all solemnly clenched their right fists and pressed them tightly to their hearts.

"The successor of the Dragonlance family—"

Ian sighed and stood up slowly.

Under the urging of countless dissatisfied eyes, Thales also stood up quickly.

"The ruler of Dragon Clouds City—"

Amid the thunderous shouts, Thales saw a light figure in the gap through layers of shoulders, but came slowly with heavy steps.

is her.

Accompanied by Nikolai, the girl he knew all too well walked past the upper and lower vassals on both sides and walked to his seat.

That only seat.

The girl's face is calm, her posture is elegant and decent, and she moves forward step by step.

"You asked me why," Ian's voice came slowly from beside his ear: "Look, this is why."

Star Prince was stunned, and he turned his head.

"What?"

Ian raised the corner of his mouth and showed a mocking smile.

"six years ago."

"The first female archduke in Exeter's history, in Dragon Clouds City, takes the throne in this hall." Ian's eyes turned cold, he turned his head, glanced at the soul-killing gun on the fireplace, and then looked at The girl who came slowly in the middle of the hall said with a gloomy voice, "The Grand Duchess."

"Since then……"

"My dearest twin sister, the woman who was conceived with me in my mother's womb."

"Not just as... her dearest brother."

Thales was stunned.

Boom, Boom, Boom...

Through layers of crowds, the steps of the Grand Duke Maiden continued.

She endured the unscrupulous gazes of countless men, passed over the open or covert discussions of countless men, walked through the rough floor tiles with a long history in the Palace of Heroes, and walked into the meeting place that only male nobles were eligible to enter for hundreds of years .

Step by step, walk to your seat.

For a moment, Thales wished he didn't have sharp hearing and clear vision.

Because he saw that all the men in the hall, no matter old or young, high or low, they all looked at the Grand Duchess's figure from front to back, from top to bottom without any scruples, and stared at her appearance.

He also heard them chuckling, joking, and obscenely commenting on the Grand Duchess' figure, face, and even her...

An inexplicable anger welled up in his heart, causing Thales to clenched his fists unconsciously.

The more you pinch, the tighter it is.

But the girl is still moving forward.

Boom, Boom, Boom...

Her footsteps hit the centuries-old earth rotation of the Heroic Spirit Palace, making a crisp sound.

The floor tiles of the Heroic Spirit Palace are still solid, as indestructible as in previous years.

But the girl is still moving forward.

Boom, Boom, Boom...

Her boots kept hitting the tiles, and even though the tiles never shattered and shook, she never stopped, never stopped.

Never retreated.

"You know, from then on, my sister's eyes," Ian's voice continued, the eyes of the heir of Qiyuan City shone with a dangerous light: "Those beautiful eyes, no longer look at the makeup and clothes, look at the dowry and money, look at the young men who may become her reliance and destination in the future, look at the things that women should care about and care about by birth."

"Instead, he looked at his father."

"Looked at me."

Thales didn't speak.

The girl has a light body and a calm expression, but her footsteps are still heavy.

As if he was carrying a heavy burden.

"You changed the rules, Thales," Ian said in an unhurried manner, but filled with unresolved melancholy: "You are with Rumba."

He looked at Thales with a disturbing look in his eyes: "It's you."

"You took my sister away."

The girl finally walked up the steps that belonged to the Grand Duke.

Nicolai stood on the first step. As her most important guard, he stopped here and could no longer move forward.

The girl had no choice but to walk up the steps alone.

Step up to her seat.

alone.

As the girl walked to the seat, the herald's deliberately extended shout came to an end: "The Grand Duchess—"

"—Selma Walton!"

Under the gaze of countless people, Thelma sat down slowly, unable to hide her pale face.

Everyone under the steps—the vassals belonging to Dragon Clouds City bowed their heads.

Pay respects to their lords.

But Thales heard it.

With the blessing of the sin of Hell River, he heard it very clearly.

In the Grand Duchess's chest, bursts of vigorous and powerful pulses were continuously transmitted to his ears.

That was Thelma's heartbeat.

Fresh and powerful.

Even the chaotic sounds of people sitting down in the hall could not be covered up.

Thales sighed long.

"So that's how it is," Thales sat down on the seat, looking thoughtfully at Ian beside him, "For the crisis of the Freedom Alliance, you came to Dragon Clouds City, while your sister went to Jieshou City... If you fail..."

"No." Ian interrupted him coldly.

In the eyes of the heir of Qiyuan City, there was a flame that Thales could not ignore: "I will not fail."

"It will only be her who fails."

"It can only be her."

Thales turned his head and looked at Ian.

"You just said," the second prince nodded slowly, with deep meaning in his words: "I took your sister away."

Ian frowned.

Thales sighed, and slowly clenched his fists: "That's right."

"I took it away." Thales took a deep breath, looked at the grand duchess on the throne, and the female grand duchess looked at the audience calmly: "It is indeed 'your' sister."

Thales smiled.

He turned to look at the Grand Duchess who was about to speak, leaving Ian with a suspicious expression.

Just now, when Thelma slowly walked up to the seat, and when Ian told the story with hatred, Thales suddenly came to his senses:

It turned out that six years ago, he still had Rumba.

What they did in this hall.

Not just a compromise.

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