Kingdom’s Bloodline

At that moment, it was as if someone held back the pace of time, preventing it from moving forward in this dark, remote, and dilapidated corner of the shield area.

The three of them faced each other silently, and the stagnant atmosphere contributed to their unspeakable mood.

until

"What are you doing?"

Thales spoke loudly and asked the other two in disbelief: "Heather, and you, what are you talking about?"

"You know my mother?"

Under the moonlight, the prince was full of surprise, staring straight at the trembling veteran in the wheelchair, and the sad old man leaning on crutches with his head bowed.

"When? How did you meet? Where?"

But they didn't answer.

"Well, Drew," Heather sighed slowly:

"Is that reason enough?"

Griveau finally calmed down his trembling breathing easily.

As if it had been a long time, the wheelchair immersed in the darkness moved slightly, crushing a few scattered stones on the ground.

The person in the wheelchair exhaled with difficulty, and lifted his head vigorously under the dim moonlight.

"you can not."

The old soldier's voice was stiff, and his eyes wandered between Thales and Heather.

"You can't, you can't do this..."

Having said that, Griveau's uncertain face paused for a moment.

But Heather looked at him peacefully.

"It's been more than twenty years, I'm Grevo, I'm in Dragon Clouds City, I have my territory, my brother, everything about me, they all count on me, you can't..."

He twisted his face, clutching his wheelchair tightly, as if he was about to rush to the battlefield in the next moment: "You can't just pop up like this, and then, then, and then move out a pile of shit' touching stories, just ask I do this and that... that's all in the past, old crow!"

Griveau waved his hand violently, and seemed to speak more and more fluently: "What about her son, I don't care..."

He was answered by Heather's flat but firm old voice.

"Because that's all in the past, Drew."

"So, it exists forever."

Griveau's words froze, as if he was choked by something.

"It can't be changed," Heather said with a silent gaze, "and it can't be avoided."

Griveau on the wheelchair trembled slightly.

The veteran slowly let go of the wheelchair, clasped his hands together, and gritted his teeth: "Shut up."

Thales looked at Heather and then at Griveau, feeling puzzled in his heart.

Twenty years ago?

past?

They all knew Serangirana.

That... mysterious mother.

He pricked up his ears, just wanting to hear more.

"No one wants to recall the nightmare of that year, whether it was before or after."

Hexer, who only heard the vicissitudes of life, sighed softly: "But at least think about it, who brought us struggling people out of Caligri..."

"... Bring out that bottomless dark prison, bring out that bloody battlefield shrouded in shadow?"

"Caligre..."

This title seemed to remind Grewer of something, he closed his eyes, and his chest began to heave.

Thales was puzzled.

Caligri?

what is that place

"Yes, dear Drew," Heather looked from a distance at Griveau, who was immersed in memories and had an uncertain expression: "This is a debt we owe."

Griveau opened his eyes and took a deep breath with difficulty: "Shut up."

Thales couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sorry to interrupt, but..."

He took a step forward, with a slightly anxious tone: "Who is my mother..."

Griveau suddenly raised his head!

"I said shut up!"

The old soldier gritted his teeth tightly, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the young prince with a distorted face, as if he was suffering some kind of torture.

His beard and hair were standing on end, and he forcibly suppressed his emotions, forcing Thales' words back into his mouth.

"There's always something ahem you can't deny,

I can't forget it. "

Heather coughed in some pain, but he waved his hand, rejecting Thales' offer to come up and help him.

"Isn't it?" The old crow slowed down for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth, calling out an extremely unfamiliar name for Thales:

"Blood Lizard."

boom!

Griveaux punched his wheelchair.

"Shut up, shut up!"

The veteran leaned forward and gave Heather a vicious look: "Fuck you, old man, you'll never fucking call me that!"

"You know I fucking hate that!"

His voice was full of hostility and pain, and he slapped the wheelchair hard: "You know it!"

Thales stared at Griveau in surprise.

The prince became more and more suspicious of Seran's relationship with them, and at the same time he was full of worries about his future.

But Heather just continued to hold on to his crutches, standing indifferently: "Then send this kid away, Drew."

"That's all the past has asked of you."

"Then you can continue to go back and be your local snake with peace of mind, and be your gang boss with a show of power."

Griveau fell back on his back and took a few breaths.

It seemed that the conversation just now consumed most of his energy.

A gust of wind blew past, and the huge temperature difference between day and night in Dragon Clouds City made Thales shiver for a while, and couldn't help but sneezed a little.

"No."

Griveau's painful but firm voice came from beside his ear.

"Don't think about it."

"I don't accept this business."

Thales was taken aback.

What?

"that's all?"

"No answer?" Heather's monocle shone coldly, and he said calmly, "Is this your answer? Griveau?"

Griveau's chest shook visibly.

"that's all!"

The veteran in the wheelchair raised his head again, gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"you……"

"roll."

He squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Get out of my place!"

"Immediately, now!"

His rough voice sounded in this remote corner, back and forth among the broken walls.

But Heather said nothing, just looked at Grewau silently.

Griveau with distorted expression and Heather with cold expression looked at each other under the moonlight, facing each other tit for tat.

This atmosphere made Thales quite uneasy, temporarily overshadowed his curiosity about the mysterious mother, and made him even more confused about his escape route.

After a long time, Heather sighed slowly: "Is that so..."

The veteran in the wheelchair stared at the old man in front of him, his eyes were full of meanings that Thales could not understand.

"Boss?"

In the distance, Kevin, who heard the roar, approached with a truck, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Griveau took a few breaths, adjusted his breathing, and restrained his out-of-control emotions.

"Kevin," the veteran said stiffly to the young man in the carriage, "Where did they come from..."

"You send them where to go."

Kevin was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Griveau closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"Damn it," the boss of the shield area gritted his teeth stiffly, and slammed the wheelchair: "Let them get out of here immediately!"

His voice is rough and his articulation is cruel.

Thales sighed inwardly.

Kevin was taken aback by the boss who looked like this. He shook slightly at first, and then nodded immediately: "Okay, okay..."

Griveau snorted coldly.

He gave the still-silent Heather a rude gouging look, as if he were his sworn enemy.

The next moment, the veteran jerked into motion, turning his wheelchair in the opposite direction from Heather.

On the way, he roughly pushed aside a corpse that blocked the road, and then cast a glance in Thales' direction with a complicated expression, but the moment before he met the latter's eyes, he quickly withdrew his gaze.

"Fuck you, old crow."

Immediately afterwards, with the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, the figure in Griveau's wheelchair disappeared into the night.

Leave without delay.

Roll over countless gravels along the way.

The sound of the wheelchair gradually weakened, and Thales silently looked at the direction he was leaving, with both doubts and disappointment in his heart.

"Um, old man, and this one..." After confirming that Griveau was gone, Kevin rubbed his hands with a headache, looked at the old crow and Thales in embarrassment, and remembered the boss's attitude towards them just now, Pointing to the carriage, thinking about what tone he should use:

"Maybe we should..."

Heather tapped her cane and gave a friendly smile:

"It will be fine in a while, young man, please wait for me at the front... We have to separate."

Under Heather's polite and friendly smile, Kevin drove the carriage far away suspiciously.

Thales stared at his teacher with a little dejection.

"You see, Thales," Heather turned her head and looked at Thales apologetically: "I'm sorry."

"I'm afraid I can't help you."

"And you can't just follow me back to the ax area, it's too dangerous."

Thales looked at him silently.

He shook his head, shaking the slight regret in his heart out of his mind.

In fact, Thales found that his emotional ups and downs were not as great as expected.

The worries about his own safety were largely diluted by the information disclosed in the conversation between the two just now.

Selan.

It's the name again.

Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help sighing slightly.

"Heather."

"Mr. Heather," the prince took a breath and looked at the old crow fixedly: "You are willing to travel long distances and travel thousands of miles to come to Exeter to be my teacher..."

"Is it really just because of Putilei and Gilbert's recommendation?"

The old crow paused slightly.

"Who knows," Heather responded quickly, and he smiled slightly: "Maybe it's for the generous salary?"

"Heather!"

After all, the prince still couldn't help the doubts in his heart: "About my mother."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Of course, the biggest doubt in his heart is far more than that.

Heather's figure stopped in place.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

After a while, the old man slowly opened his wrinkled mouth.

"About her," Heather said slowly, "shouldn't you be more familiar with her than me?"

Thales caught his breath.

"I...I've never seen her," he said with a little embarrassment, while recalling the few memories about Seran in his mind: "There are only descriptions from other people's mouths."

Yes, Thales said silently.

An innate abnormality in oneself.

In the Mindis hall, the king and Gilbert assured him of the strangely pronounced name.

There is also the high priest Li Xiya who is very stern.

The insane Queen Keya in the Bloody Year.

Descending from the sky, the majestic queen of the sky.

Every bit of information about his mother made him more confused: Who is Serangirana? What kind of existence is it?

"That's right."

Heather looked at him and sighed slowly: "What a pity."

Thales cast a questioning look at him: "So".

Heather looked at him for a long time before smiling.

"When I was not so old and not so young, I was quite unlucky for a while..."

Heather recalled the past and sighed: "The process was too complicated. Anyway, the result was that I was looted and sold to the desert as a slave."

Thales was startled: "Great desert?"

Heather nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, that's where you're going."

"The Great Desert," the old crow sighed faintly, looking past Thales, as if looking elsewhere: "It's such a big place."

"There, there are only three things left in the whole world: you, the sand..."

The old crow narrowed his eyes: "And the sand."

Thales couldn't help frowning.

"No matter how far, how long, or how fast you go, you will never reach the end."

"All the rules of the world, morality, order, fairness, strength, and even time, lose their meaning there."

"As for slaves," Heather patted the back of her hands and said with emotion, "Hehe, it's unimaginable that this system that has disappeared since the ancient empire still exists in the great desert."

"You can exaggerate and imagine my tragic situation at that time." Recalling the past, Xixer's eyes were indifferent, but his tone was intriguing:

"A group of people who have lost all hope, all dignity, and most of themselves: prisoners of war, criminals, drunks, cripples, whores, beggars, madmen, exiles . . . Dirty, cruel, desperate, and painful animal cages, with various slave code names, and experiencing all hells that people can imagine..."

"Waiting for death."

Thales listened carefully, resisting the intention to ask questions, and searched for the right information one by one in his heart.

Heather coughed lightly, with a strange gleam in her eyes: "And that's where I first met your mother."

"Serangirana."

Heather's voice was very soft, as if she was coaxing a cute child.

Thales watched him quietly.

The old crow said with emotion: "I still remember Seran's fiery red waist-length hair, her delicate and translucent skin, her beautifully curved lips, and the same light gray eyes as yours."

Fiery red hair.

Thales frowned: This is the only description of Seran's appearance that he has obtained in the past few years.

"But that's not what she's most impressive about."

Heather smiled helplessly: "Seran, I still can't forget it: the way she turned her head to look at people was full of confusion and mystery, but the way she grinned was also playful and hateful."

"That girl is sometimes passionate and eccentric, and sometimes calm and wise."

Thales paused, and wondered, "What?"

"Yes, I know this is contradictory," Heather seemed to understand the doubts in Thales' heart, he waved his hand and laughed:

"But I just have this feeling: in her rare pair of gray eyes, there is madness and rationality at the same time, but they are perfectly integrated, both like the same kind as us, and like the existence above us That is Seran, the charming, mysterious and elusive Seran."

Hexer shook her head helplessly and disappointed: "I am quite confident in the choice of words and sentences, but I also have to admit that in front of that girl, my vocabulary is so poor that I can't describe what happened to her."

Thales was stunned.

Crazy vs rational?

both like our kind...

It's like being higher than us...

What are you doing?

Seran is...

The more the old crow talked, the more misty his eyes became, as if they were shining on corners that ordinary people couldn't see.

"'Magical Seran' is the nickname given to her by the cage owners. She is the only slave who can still have her real name."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

"slave?"

Thales' eyes were full of surprise: "You mean, my mother is a slave in the desert?"

How can it be?

Doubts arose in his heart: If according to what the Sky Queen said...

"It used to be." Seemingly unwilling to continue thinking about Thales, Sixer raised her voice: "Until she proves that she is not."

slave.

Fantastic Selan.

Thales thought about it, and answered subconsciously: "How to say?"

Having said that, the old crow let out a sigh of relief and paused for a while.

He closed his eyes lightly, with a warm smile on his face: "Your mother...she is very smart and persuasive. It took that girl two or three years to make hopeless slaves who lived like walking corpses come from... From the abyss, from hell, from the mire, from despair..."

"Bringing us together..."

Thales listened carefully, feeling the countless pasts hidden in simple words from the old crow's slowly rising and falling emotions.

A few seconds later, Heather, who was immersed in memories, opened her eyes, sighed long, and ended her words in a few words:

"In the end, we managed to survive."

"Escaped."

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