Kingdom’s Bloodline

Accompanied by his attendants and guards, Thales walked on the way to the stables.

Several palace guards standing guard at the palace gate saw Prince Xingchen, they snorted coldly with disdain.

"It's him, cooperating with Lumbari," one of the guards looked sullenly at Thales from a distance, and whispered to his colleagues, "It caused Tim to lose his position and the qualification to be selected as a pro-guard...just Because the king was not found at the gate of the palace."

The guards all cast unkind glances.

Thales took a breath and pretended not to see it.

The prince and his party walked past the guards, and the palace guards saluted the leading deputy commander of the Grand Duke's Guard, Lord Justin.

"Hey!"

When they passed by, one of the guards with an angry face couldn't help but said loudly and viciously:

"May our king take good care of your little ass!"

"Imperial man!"

Several other people laughed unabashedly, even including the Northerners who were guarding behind Thales.

There was disgust in their eyes, and the look of anger was hard to disappear.

But Thales didn't seem to have heard these words, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued on his way.

Lord Justin pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Hey, you don't care about that northerner?" Behind the line, Ada, who had been missing for a long time, tugged at her cloak and protested dissatisfiedly to Justin in front of her.

"My responsibility is to protect the safety of the prince—before His Majesty's 'White Blade' guards come to pick you up and leave Dragon Clouds City," Justin said in a cold tone, and raised his tone sarcastically when talking about the "White Blade Guards". He pouted at the group of guards who spoke rudely:

"Unless they come forward with swords drawn, it is not my duty to protest reasonably."

"You call this 'reasonable'—" Wyatt was about to retort, but Rolf on the side held him down in time and shook his head.

"Hmph, people from the Northland." Ada turned her head and distanced herself from them dissatisfied.

Thales still didn't say a word, with a deep expression.

It was less than a few hours since the meeting that decided the outcome in the morning, but some news had already spread: Thales clearly felt that the air pressure in the Palace of Heroes dropped sharply as he walked out of the Hall of Heroes.

From guards to nobles, every insider who came into his sight seemed to want to eat Prince Star alive.

Including Justin, who has protected him for a long time and is still quite talkative.

The prince sighed secretly in his heart.

Jenny's loud neighing rang out joyously before they finally came to the stable.

But Thales was slightly taken aback.

Someone is already waiting for them.

Justin nodded calmly to the people in the stable: "Boss."

I saw Nikolai the Meteorite, carrying the black-handled saber that Tuleha gave him, leaning against the stable of the black horse Jenny with folded arms, looking at them coldly.

Like countless times in the past.

Thales turned his head helplessly and let out a breath.

It's him again.

"So you're in a hurry to find Rumba?"

Under the frowns of all the stars, Nicolai stared at Thales with an unfriendly expression: "Can't even wait for the people from Heisha collar to pick you up?"

Thales shook his head.

"As you said, I'm going to the Ax District, to the post station in Heisha Territory," the prince said calmly, "By the way, I'm going to chat with His Majesty the king about the future arrangements."

This time it was Nicolai's turn to frown.

He snorted dissatisfiedly through his nose, and then smiled disdainfully.

"After turning your face, you are really unscrupulous."

The meteorite's ironic tone was full of indescribable anger: "Why, I feel that the Palace of Heroes is no longer safe, so I quickly hide behind Luba? The sooner you leave, the better?"

Thales looked at Nicolai silently, raised a hand, and stopped Wyatt who was about to speak.

I saw Nicolai put down his arms, walked slowly in front of Thales, and looked straight into his eyes.

"Listen, sinister little prince."

"Don't talk about meeting Rumba..."

Nicolai bit the words slowly,

His words were filled with the unique chill of the Commander: "As long as I am still here for a day, before the people from Heisha collar come to pick you up with a warrant, you will stay obediently in the Palace of Heroes."

Behind Thales, people from the stars looked at the meteorite with vigilance.

Nicolai bent down, his forehead almost touched Thales' hair, his eyes became sharper:

"There's no need to go anywhere."

"Hey! Little boy," Ada rolled up his sleeves viciously, and leaned forward: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up..."

Nicolai sneered strangely, and he turned sideways, revealing the handle of the knife behind him.

On his back, the golden saber reflected a strange light.

The surrounding temperature seems to have risen a bit.

Seeing the knife, Ada's voice instantly became weaker and weaker: "That..."

Thales shook his head and pulled Ada behind him.

"Ada, let me come."

The usually rebellious female elf obediently followed Thales' arm at this time, and was pulled back lightly. She didn't forget to make a vicious "I'm not afraid of you" wipe at Nicolai's neck. action.

Thales stepped forward and looked at the meteorite quietly.

Nicolai snorted coldly, leaned back against the pillar, and shook his head at Justin: "Take him back and make sure he doesn't come into contact with anyone again."

But at this moment, Thales suddenly exhaled and shook his head slightly:

"Do you hate him?"

Nicolai was slightly taken aback: "What?"

"I'm saying, you must hate him very much." Thales took a deep breath. He remembered the white-bladed guards who sacrificed their lives in the crossbow array six years ago to protect them. He raised his head with clear eyes: " I mean Charmain Rumba."

"Your king."

Nicolai's eyes were concentrated on Thales' face.

His expression became more and more terrifying, and his eyes slowly drifted away, as if looking into the distance.

"I have only one king."

"And that's not Charmain Rumba."

A few seconds later, Nicolai's eyes slowly focused, and his words were sonorous and forceful: "No matter in the past or now."

"As for Luba, the only reason why he appeared in Dragon Clouds and is still alive..." The Meteorite's words were clear and short, but Thales could feel the hatred and passion behind every word of Nicolai. Anger:

"It was because I was still concerned about the city left by His Majesty the late king, that I didn't cover it up, brought a knife, and sent him directly to Prison River."

"So you'd better choose carefully. Whether it's talking to him or standing beside him, it's not a good idea."

Thales stared at Nicolai steadfastly, and nodded seriously, as if he had realized something.

"So you told Lisbane, didn't you?"

Nicolai was taken aback again.

Thales raised his hand to signal Wyah and the others to step back, while he took a step forward, facing Nicolai alone.

"You told Lisbane about the fact that Rumba has already got hold of Dragon Cloud City—the identity of the Grand Duchess," Thales sighed, and said softly at a volume that only the two of them could hear:

"That's why, Lisbane showed such restraint in the hall in the morning - he didn't want to see Dragon Clouds City destroyed in the struggle between the Grand Dukes, and the same goes for you."

Nicolai looked at Thales with increasingly unhappy eyes.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore."

He pouted in the direction of the Blood Garden: "Now, go back to your..."

But Thales suddenly raised his head!

"But it's far from over."

The sudden increase in volume surprised Nicolai slightly.

But what made his face even uglier were Thales' words afterwards:

"Rumba and I, we talked for a while after the meeting."

Thales said coldly: "I can see that he is not satisfied with his current interests. He wants more and needs more."

"As long as he is still in Longxiao City, he will never be willing to stop at a neutral Longxiao City."

"Just like six years ago - he is not willing to stop with a dead King Nun."

The prince looked at the meteorite very seriously:

"So you know the Grand Duchess, and the predicament that Dragon Clouds City is currently in?"

"Do you know what he's going to do next?" Thales continued solemnly: "And now, I'm going to talk to that terrible king again and try to convince him: stop here for now."

The Meteor fell silent for a while, his brows furrowed deeper.

"What more does he want?" he whispered.

Thales shrugged, recalling the king's methods, only to feel a headache.

"Obviously, he is very dissatisfied with my threat to withhold the black sand collar and keep the Grand Duchess from knowing." The leverage and the threats were all placed in front of her to turn Thelma into his puppet."

Nicolai didn't speak, but his frightening face turned even paler.

Thales raised his head, his eyes burning:

"And I'm going to convince him that there is no need to force the Walton family to take sides, there is no need to secretly contact the vassals of Dragon Clouds City who are about to move, and there is no need to greedily tear another piece of flesh from Dragon Clouds City. "

"I'm going to convince him that the presence of the Grand Duchess does not conflict with his interests."

"I'm going to convince him that he might as well give some support to the Dragon Spear family when necessary."

"I'm going to convince him that Dragon Clouds City is not his threat in these few years."

Every time Thales said a word, Nicolai's expression turned ugly.

"I'm going to convince him to stop the negotiation with me. There's no need to go to the innocent Selma, and to spread that matter cruelly and mercilessly in front of her, threatening and luring her to make a choice!"

"Now, Seri Nikolai, the meteorite who guards Dragon Clouds City, you can let me go find Rumba now," Thales raised his head and took a step forward, looking straight at Nicolai with sharp eyes, almost sticking On the other side:

"Or try to delay the schedule and make trouble for me...and then wait for him to come to Selma in person again."

"Come to Dragon Clouds City."

The prince finished speaking.

The air returns to silence.

Nicolai looked at Thales with increasingly cold eyes.

Under the canopy of the stable, Meteor and Thales looked at each other silently.

The others, no matter the attendants of the stars or the guards of the northerners, quietly waited for the result of their negotiations.

The atmosphere was tense.

Until Nicolai sneered and shook his head.

With his smile, the air that was almost freezing seemed to be much warmer.

"You know, you have to thank the Earl of Lisbane," Nicolai said flatly, "Even though you attracted Rumba and almost ruined the Audition Day, he still seems to believe that you have no ill intentions towards Dragon Clouds City."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Lisbane?

The meteorite continued: "Even if you still slander him, saying that he secretly hooked up with the Scarlet Witch and Rumba and betrayed Dragon Clouds City."

Thales let out a sigh of relief: "Really."

"Also, you have to thank her," Nicolai sighed:

"I think she is also one of the reasons why Lisbane believes in you."

The moment Thales raised his eyebrows, Nicolai turned his head and looked in another direction.

Following his gaze, Thales was stunned.

In the distance, accompanied by guards and maids, the Grand Priestess of Dragon Clouds City stood silently in the sunlight on the west side, looking at this side with complicated eyes.

The golden light sprinkled all over the girl's body, making her look even more dazzling.

Thales couldn't help but sighed deeply.

"She's waiting for you," Nicolai turned and walked away. Before leaving, he looked around his body with deep eyes: "Don't procrastinate when you say goodbye, and be careful."

Looking at Nicolai's back, Thales closed his eyes, with complicated emotions in his heart.

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, took a decisive step, and walked towards the Grand Duchess.

Selma's expression was calm, and she also walked forward slowly, with Lady Jinx following behind her.

The prince and the grand duchess finally face each other again.

Thales squeezed out a smile and nodded to the female officer: "Thank you, Ms. Jinx."

But in the face of the hidden meaning behind this sentence, Ms. Jinx remained motionless, still staring at him coldly, without saying a word.

Until Thelma smiled at her reluctantly and nodded.

The almost frozen face of the court lady changed slightly, she performed a standard courtesy to the Grand Duchess, turned and left respectfully.

"Even at this time, she still doesn't like me." Thales scratched his head unnaturally: "It's really sad."

Apparently, his rotten opening line didn't have the effect it should have.

Selma was still staring at him steadfastly, and the inexplicable emotion behind the pince-nez made Thales quite uneasy.

"So, you are going to Heisha to lead it now?"

She asked very directly.

Thales let out a breath, avoided the other party's sight, and nodded: "Yes, get used to it early."

But at the moment, Selma seemed very calm: "You didn't think of it either, did you?"

Thales raised his eyes suspiciously.

"I thought about it later."

"You said, let me choose the path that is most suitable for the Grand Duchess, and you will solve the remaining problems."

"Charman Rumba," the Grand Duchess said with a calm face, "he should be the solution to your 'remaining problems', and also the last and worst hole card, right?"

Thales didn't speak, he exhaled through his nose and nodded.

The Grand Duchess looked a little sad.

"If everything goes well, if I choose not to be so stubborn, choose to disregard your life and death, and calmly gain the support of my vassals..."

"If Dragon Clouds can send troops smoothly, if we can form an alliance against the king..." Her voice trembled slightly: "Then you won't go to Luba, and you won't betray Ian, let alone Sell ​​yourself to Heisha Ling."

Thelma seemed to want to smile, but failed in the end.

"You know, the moment you spoke out in support of Rumba, I kind of didn't know you."

Thales hesitated to speak.

"So, just like six years ago," the Grand Duchess turned her head and stopped entangled in this topic: "You still took the last step to save me."

Thales could only close his eyes: "You shouldn't be so stubborn, Selma, there's no need for a hostage..."

"Put yourself in danger of being betrayed."

The Grand Duchess raised her head suddenly, with firm eyes, as if she wanted to argue something: "But you are not a hostage, Thales."

"No matter what anyone thinks..."

"At least in my eyes, you are not."

She seemed to have remembered something, then lowered her head, with unspeakable distress hidden in her voice: "I'm sorry, Thales."

At that moment, Thales' mood, which had been depressed since the hearing, suddenly fluctuated slightly.

Like a mountain climber in the winter snow, he ushered in a beam of sunshine after climbing over the top of the slope.

At least she understands.

She trusts me.

as always.

"Apologize to me for protecting me," Thales took a deep breath, only feeling that the air today is particularly refreshing: "I can't accept this apology."

"But you are going to Heisha collar, do you remember those soldiers in Lumbardy? They fired crossbow arrows at us without hesitation..." The girl's voice was a bit uncomfortable: "In that man's territory, can you imagine what you will face ?"

"If you want to count on Rumba's help, then this is the price," Thales sighed, "Wish me good luck—can it be worse than being tied to the battlefield or being cut into pieces?"

But Thelma's expression was still stiff.

Thales opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hey, listen."

"It's not your fault, Selma, okay... it's the intervention of the Star Kingdom, I mean, my father," the second prince shrugged. "He caught me off guard, so I can only adapt to the situation."

The two were silent for a while.

"That's great," Thelma smiled forcedly, and forced herself to joke: "I never knew what it was like to have a father."

The prince looked at the grand duchess with a bitter expression, and showed a bright smile.

"So, do you want to change your identity with me?"

Thales seems to be in a good mood:

"Welcome anytime, Princess Selma from the Kingdom of Stars."

Both of them laughed.

But Thelma's laughter lasted only a few seconds.

"Princess," she repeated automatically, "Princess Selma?"

Thales realized something was wrong, he took a deep breath, turned his gaze and coughed heavily: "Then..."

The prince's expression became serious: "Listen, at least in the next few years... Rumba will not be your primary threat."

"The struggle between the king and the princes will only become more intense, and the extent and means will gradually exceed expectations."

Thelma watched him quietly, nodding silently.

It was as if both of them had returned to the library and classroom.

"And under the rule of the Grand Duchess, Longxiao City, which is weak on the surface and divided internally, will be ignored by them intentionally or unintentionally, and you may even be able to stand in the position of a third party, and have both sides in their confrontation, take advantage."

"Just like this time, face their outstretched hands cautiously, but don't bet lightly," Thales said extremely seriously: "Sit firmly in your position at this time, this is your top priority."

"Be a competent, qualified and even excellent Grand Duchess, Thelma."

The Grand Duchess smiled, with a forced expression on her face.

"King Nun left you with a good team," Thales recalled the scene at the political meeting: "Nazir is wise and shrewd, with superb skills, and Kierkegaard is reticent but quite prestigious. Curtsen and Linna, who look very annoying, and even people other than the six earls..."

"They will all be your useful help. If you show the courage and skill that a grand lady should have, prove to them that you are indispensable to this territory."

"As for Lisbon..." Thales couldn't help but pause when he said this, and finally sighed: "He is an excellent regent, but... maybe you should consider the feelings of other vassals, as well as Dragon Clouds City balance."

Selma frowned: "You don't like him? Why?"

Thales shook his head.

"Your enemies will still be inside," the prince thought of this, feeling a little heavy in his heart: "Maybe they will appear in various forms: dissatisfaction of vassals, contempt of the people, obstruction of tradition, sinister rumors... But in the final analysis, the greatest Your enemy is yourself."

Selma snorted lightly, her eyes still fixed on Thales.

As if this was the last time we saw each other.

She smiled and said, "My biggest enemy is myself... Huh, it sounds like the empty, empty garbage encouragement in a chivalrous novel."

Thales couldn't bear her gaze, so he had to lower his head: "Because you are a girl, Selma."

This made Selma startled slightly.

Thales sighed for a long time, and there was a deep sadness in his words: "You are a girl, so you are doomed, not only in the Northland, but in most games in this world, You have to pay more than men, put in greater efforts than men, and achieve better results than men, in order to get the harvest, achievements and recognition from the outside world that are comparable to theirs."

"In other words, if the Grand Duchess can't come up with a better answer than the previous king Nuen, or even keep pace with King Nuen," the prince gritted his teeth, looking at the rough, majestic, thick, and oppressive Palace of Heroes: "Then you'll always be 'that little girl.'"

Thelma was silent for a long time, her spirits sinking.

Finally, the Grand Duchess sneered expressionlessly: "It's really unfair."

"I know it's unfair," Thales frowned at her, unable to hide the worry in his eyes: "That's why you can't give up."

"Do you know what will happen if you don't fight back the beggars who beat you in the crowd of beggars?"

Thelma raised her eyes.

"They will continue to bully you, beat you, laugh at you, and isolate you," Thales seemed to remember something, tense his nerves unconsciously: "Repeating this scene over and over again, forming the form of 'you deserve to be bullied' impression."

The Grand Duchess's heart moved, and she remembered the story of the prince who was born in the lower city that Thales had told her: "I know."

The prince stared at her with an ugly expression: "but it's not the worst."

"The worst thing is that everyone else, everyone, newcomers or old, who beat you or not, get used to this scene, take it for granted, and eat together among the beggars. In the life of living together, this impression will be deepened and spread to everyone's consciousness."

"Until they intentionally or unintentionally regard this situation as part of the rules, they fabricate and deduce bullshit reasons such as 'naturally so', 'the weak and the strong', 'someone will always bully others, and someone will always be bullied'. Everyone, new and old, the strong, the weak, even the bullied yourself, subconsciously believe that this is the environment, this is the rule, this is the norm, and you can’t change it, so it’s best A good choice is to accept it, get used to it, admit it, and go with it, so that when you are beaten again, you will suffer less."

"This kind of thinking that everyone subconsciously gets used to the environment and the rules is the worst."

In the prince's mind, the hazy sea of ​​memories was slightly turbulent.

At that moment, Thales' eyes were a little slack, as if he was looking into the distance: "It will make you forget: individuals and society are unified and inseparable, and your actions are also one of the factors that shape the environment and rules."

He let out a breath and pulled his mind back to reality.

"Maybe it's a bit complicated, but..." Thales looked at the doubtful girl in front of him.

"If you don't dare to change yourself, choose to remain silent, or even exile yourself," he pursed his lips, "the unfair environment will never change."

The prince said softly: "Girl."

Thales sighed slightly as he looked at the girl who was gradually falling silent.

"You're right, Thelma, I shouldn't think of you as a weakling waiting to be rescued."

He smiled again.

"And you have to learn to grow by yourself, learn to believe in yourself, and learn to listen to the old crow's lessons by yourself," Thales said silently, "even without me."

"Your Majesty the Grand Duchess."

"Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Thales couldn't bear to look at the girl's expression any more, turned around and left. ,

at this moment.

"Thales!" The girl suddenly lost her voice, with deep worry hidden in her voice: "Be careful!"

Taylor's footsteps paused slightly.

He didn't look back, just smiled: "Yes, I will..."

But Thelma cut him off desperately.

"No."

"On the eve of the hearing day, Charles... I mean, the Earl of Lisbane came to see me in private." Selma seemed anxious, she looked around subconsciously: "He came to persuade me, it's better to stay away from you Some, stay away from the ominous Canxing family."

"In order to convince me, he told me some secrets in advance."

Thales was stunned, and he turned his head:

"What secret?"

In the next second, the words that Selma spit out made his heart tremble:

"Catastrophe."

Thales' expression froze slightly.

What?

At that moment, no one knew what was going on in his heart.

He turned his head slowly, maintaining a normal expression.

Selma's tone was a little hasty, and her expression was the same as when she was young when she sneaked out of class: "In the countries established by those who participated in the Battle of the End, such as Exeter..."

"Although the inheritance of each family is different and the versions are different, at least the descendants of the ten knights and the heirs of at least ten grand duke families will be told some secrets of the end battle when they grow up..."

Thales turned around completely, staring at Selma blankly.

"The end battle..." Thelma pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then made up her mind to say: "After the great war more than six hundred years ago, we have become more vigilant, and the remaining scourges have become more intelligent..."

"We are lurking at both ends of the world with a more complicated, secret, and dangerous relationship with each other, maintaining a careful balance in various occasions..."

The Grand Duchess raised her head, her voice was soft but decisive: "But it... the end battle is not over."

"And we and them are enemies after all."

Thales' breathing gradually accelerated, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

The girl looked at him fixedly, eyes full of worry and vigilance: "Thales, eighteen years ago, the bloody year of the stars..."

"About why you were attacked from the front and rear, and ran out of ammunition and food, about why Exeter invaded southward without any scruples, why the Desolate Bone Tribe and the orcs also made a big commotion... even your rebels, and even the tragedy of the Canxing royal family... It's all about this, it's all about the disaster."

At that second, Thales' pupils constricted suddenly, and he couldn't help raising the volume: "What's the matter?"

But the Grand Duchess shook her head.

"I can't go on talking, Shire told me this because he believed me..." Selma's expression was sad and hesitant: "This is... this is a secret that only the Duke of Dragon Clouds knows."

She turned her head away: "Don't forget, I am now... After all, I am the Grand Duchess."

Telston lived.

After a while, Thales managed to adjust his breathing and recovered from his gaffe: "Really."

The Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds City... only knew the secret?

So... In other words, the previous Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds City...

That King Nun who decided to invade the south eighteen years ago...

The King Exeter who told himself that there was something wrong with the Star Disaster, he also...

He stared blankly at Thelma.

"But I think you will know in the end, Thales," Selma seemed a little guilty: "After all, you are the Canxing family..."

Thales closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and hid the lingering haze in his mind deep into the corner: "Thank you, Selma."

"I know, six years ago, those two...a man and a woman...disaster came to you..."

Thales swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Thelma's voice was a little trembling: "I won't ask you extra things, but no matter why they want to find you..."

"It's definitely related to that, it's definitely... not a good thing."

Not a good thing.

"You know," the girl said silently, "Although you are not happy in Dragon Clouds City...but at least I can protect you. Nikolai has a legendary anti-demon weapon in his hand, and the soul-killing gun in the Hall of Heroes is always on guard... "

"But in Heisha collar..."

The two fell silent.

A gust of wind blew by, and Jenny behind her neighed dissatisfiedly, breaking the silence.

After a while, Thales sighed deeply:

"I'll remember."

In the distance, Nicolai coughed loudly, and said without hesitation, "Ma'am!"

The urging woke Thelma up, as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Also, the man with the black long sword, although he saved us, but," Selma said hurriedly, as if she wanted to finish all her worries in these few minutes: "Since he participated in ten Eight years... Then he must have something to do with these things."

"As an enemy of your family, I can't think of any reason for him to let you go or even protect you."

"Unless...he has other purposes and plans."

Thales stared fixedly at the ground without saying a word.

The figure with the sword came to mind along with countless doubts.

The girl's words continued: "Nikolai and the Grand Duke's personal guard... But the farthest they can trace is that the man is nicknamed Black Sword, and has a relationship with a foreign gang called 'Brotherhood'..."

Thales took a sharp breath.

He turned his head:

"Selma, I see."

The prince said rather bitterly:

"Thank you."

Thank you……

Thank you for not asking why.

At that moment, Selma saw the prince's bitter expression clearly, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Nicolai was urging again.

"Farewell, Thelma."

The next second, Thales closed his eyes, turned and left.

There was a slight gasp behind him...and faint sobs.

The sky is blue and clear.

A little cloud layer is gradually dyed golden by the sun.

Behind her came Lady Jinx's order.

The footsteps of the Grand Duchess resounded and gradually moved away.

Thales resisted the desire to turn his head back, walked towards the black horse Jenny, and forced a smile at Wyya and the others.

But he paused slightly.

I saw Nikolai slowly pulling out another horse and tidying up the equipment neatly.

"Although it's not going to the chess and card room," I saw him ordering Justin, "but the rules are the same: the patrol team clears the field, and the Grand Duke's personal guard..."

"Hey, are you going too?" the prince asked suspiciously.

Nicolai turned his head.

"Follow the Grand Duchess' orders, little prince."

The Meteor snorted coldly, "I'll send you to Rumba..."

"Send you..." He showed a sinister smile with malicious intentions:

"The last leg."

Thales rolled his eyes.

last leg.

This dead face...

Can't you change the word?

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