Kingdom’s Bloodline

Dragon Clouds City, Shield Zone, Dawn.

The golden morning sun has just dyed the sky red, slightly dispelling the chill of the night, and the dark streets are gradually becoming clear.

The seemingly empty Shield District finally gained some popularity, at least there were more people walking around the streets.

This street in the Shield District was the center of the disaster that year. The houses were scattered and the terrain was empty. There was almost no cover. It was said that there were many rumors of ghosts at night.

"Look at their listless, hasty coping." Griveaux hid behind a low fence, looked at a small patrol post in the distance, and rubbed his wheelchair dissatisfiedly: "That's it Still want to catch the prince?"

"Does that dead face know that his order is carried out like this?"

In the center of this street, a few soldiers of the Dragon Clouds City patrol team leaned against the eaves of an abandoned house, yawned and extinguished the fire, waiting for their companions to come to take over their shifts. Acquaintances will say hello a few times.

"Because this is the sentry post leading to the city gate and gate in the shield area, it's not like this. They want to search all the girls' bodies." On the side of the low fence with Griveau, they are neatly dressed The seamstress Kurz bit a piece of grass in her mouth, and said angrily.

"And isn't this a good thing? It makes our plan easier," Kurz folded his arms, and turned to a teenager beside him very unhappy:

"By the way, do you really not consider women's clothing?"

The handsome young man in sackcloth beside her blushed and shook his head desperately.

"I've said it hundreds of times..."

Thales, who was leaning against the hedge, blushed: "We only have one night, even if we do the best in makeup, but the girls' demeanor, habits, manners, psychology, these things are the first step in a long life. How can I be successful without enough training and habits?"

Kurz showed a disappointed expression, and the grass in his mouth shook up and down.

Yes, in the end, under the fierce opposition of Thales himself...

Last night's "suggestion" at Kurz's room about him pretending to be a girl still fell through.

"Think about it again..."

Kerz seemed unwilling to give up the last glimmer of hope. Even a few minutes before the action, she still leaned over her arms and looked at Thales expectantly: "My father used to be a coroner. He grew up in the pile, and he is very good at putting makeup on the dead..."

"Stop!" Thales stretched out his hand resolutely, and pushed the seamstress's cheek that was close to his arms decisively, stopping her useless act of scratching her ear with the grass.

"I don't have the habit of selling myself to satisfy your bad taste."

Kurz looked sadly at the young prince who refused to obey.

"Moreover……"

Thales, who was full of vigilance, gritted his teeth: "Didn't we try makeup last night? It didn't work at all! It didn't even work in the mirror!"

"Instead of pretending to be a 'boy and girl' who walks two steps and shows up..."

Tried makeup...

Thinking of last night, Griveau couldn't help coughing in a low voice. He and Kertz looked away as if nothing had happened, but their shoulders trembled, as if trying to suppress a smile.

Thales, who couldn't get rid of his anger, was still immersed in his own world, struggling with the nightmare experience last night, seeing the reactions of the two of them, he was even more ashamed and angry.

He tugged at his forehead hair angrily: "And my hair...Look, I just cut it messily last night..."

"And what about the voice?"

Tels put his hands together on his chest deliberately, twisted his waist, and said "ah" several times with his male duck voice in the voice-changing period: "'Sorry, don't look at my thick voice, it's because I dug it when I was a child. The fault of the mine falling, in fact, she is a girl' What are you kidding!"

Having said this, the prince's face changed greatly, and he looked at the two strange-looking people around him with righteous indignation.

Griveau touched his nose awkwardly, while Kurz on the other side shook his head slightly and clicked his tongue.

"If someone told you,

A man who has never been trained and has no daily experience can perfectly disguise as a woman, not only unrecognizable, but also charming and charming, making the same sex jealous, and the opposite sex fascinated," Thales looked furious and forcefully pumping fists in protest:

"Then he must have read too many vulgar knight novels, or he hasn't had a girlfriend for too long!"

Griveaux in the wheelchair and Kertz sitting cross-legged leaned back to their original positions in disbelief.

Thales was left angrily, digesting his grievances alone.

In the distance, a patrol team of ten people came slowly, completing the early morning shift with this temporary checkpoint.

Griveau and Kurz looked at each other and nodded.

The veteran replied with a serious look: "Brothers are you ready?"

"Yes, from the blacksmith shop to the farm, I called 20 people who were temporarily unable to leave the city due to the blockade," Kezi rubbed his hands, as if you were relieved when I was doing things: "Don't worry, they I thought it was a trap to deal with those bastards in the market."

"Actually, that's true." Thinking of last night, Griveau breathed heavily out of his nose: "After this incident is over, I will make them..."

"alright……"

"When the time comes, there will be a fight here." Kurz looked around and interrupted Griveau, showing rare caution on his face: "Take that sentry into it together."

"Hey, you," Griveau pouted at Thales, "and we took advantage of the chaos to go to the dark path."

Thales glanced into the distance, swept across the loose sentry post, and nodded.

He suddenly noticed that their destination was the sky cliff under the row of cliffs farther away.

It is the place where King Nun died.

Thinking of this, Thales' mood suddenly turned cold.

"After the incident, many people will be imprisoned." Kurz sighed.

"Have they been imprisoned less often before?" Grevell licked his lips, his eyes flickering: "It's just to avoid the limelight."

"Understood," Kez shrugged, she glanced at Thales, and said helplessly:

"What a pity."

The apprehensive Thales glared back at her ferociously.

He was sure that compared with the "male princess who couldn't see the stars", what the seamstress regretted was definitely not the group of people who were about to be imprisoned.

"The black path you've been talking about, where is that?" Thales asked curiously, looking in the direction of the cliff.

Kezi snorted lightly, and the grass in his mouth turned somersaults: "That's the only way for you to escape from Dragon Clouds City."

"Why is it called that name?"

Griveau turned his face: "It's been called that since my grandfather's generation. He said that his grandfather also called it that way. As you can see, one of the entrances is under the cliff of the sky. The passage is complicated. It's not easy for people who don't know you to find it." not."

"We used to use it a lot to deliver contraband, but it was too cramped and inefficient."

bottom of the cliff.

Thales frowned and looked at the familiar high cliff, his eyes followed its mountain outline, and he saw the giant statue of Nakaru without any surprise.

Six years ago, it was there...

"So the Black Path is... a trail through the mountainside? Leading out of the city?"

Thales narrowed his eyes, trying to see more clearly: "Is it natural, or man-made?"

"God knows."

Kezi looked at him disdainfully: "Maybe the giant dragon dug a tunnel through the sky cliff to connect the inside and outside of Dragon Clouds City."

Thales clicked his tongue, but did not speak.

"People of the older generation are in awe of it, and dare not approach it easily," Kezi snorted softly, "They say it's the forbidden area of ​​Dragon Clouds City, where the Lord of the Mountains is, and even the nobles don't know about it."

"But...Eighteen years ago, the men followed the king to the stars to fight. For more than a year, no one farmed, no one hunted, no one grazed, and taxes and military donations became heavier and heavier."

"Not to mention the peasant hunters outside the city, even the old and the weak, women and children in Longxiao City couldn't survive. The winter of that year was extremely cold, and there wasn't even enough firewood. The nobles had to be given priority, even the gifts from the mountains. ' are not enough."

Thales fell silent.

eighteen years ago...

Go to war in the stars...

"Grivo first beat up the order officer of the shield area who was collaborating with the nobles and bureaucrats, and masked the warehouses of a few unscrupulous merchants..."

"Then, breaking with tradition, he took us down the Black Trail and started transporting contraband, everything you can imagine from ashes, eternity oil, ammunition, even marijuana, and food looted from front-line supplies , firewood and medicine."

"By relying on these, the women and children in the shield area and the hammer area survived the winter of countless deaths."

Kerz looked at the silent Griveau with complicated eyes: "This is the black path, and it is also the family history of the slum boss."

Thales felt very uncomfortable.

He looked at Griveaux.

But the veteran just snorted coldly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Kerz's words.

He coughed heavily.

"When you go in, take care of your unextinguishable lights, and watch your feet and your head," Griveau's face remained unchanged, as if he was recalling some bad past: "The passage there is too old, and six years ago, disasters and hydra Together they made a big fuss in the city, the ground shook and the mountains shook, almost half of the black path collapsed."

"The rest don't know when they will collapse."

Thales' heart trembled.

disaster.

Another disaster.

The three people behind the hedge were silent for a while.

"Disaster," the prince said resentfully, "it has brought a lot of disasters, right?"

Griveau's hand holding the wheelchair tightened suddenly.

"Disaster?" Kurz laughed sarcastically, "Disaster?"

"You can look around," the seamstress' face turned cold:

"But you can't imagine what that day was like."

She kicked a piece of gravel away from her feet: "Son of a son of a bitch."

Thales lowered his head and didn't look at the surrounding gravel and broken wood, the ruins of dust and waste, the abandoned houses, the dusty wells, the collapsed rotten wood, and the ground that still had cracks.

There was also a faint stench coming from the nose.

This is the shield zone.

"I can," Thales said in a low voice: "As I said, back then... I was here, and I saw how the shield area was destroyed, and I saw those who died..."

But before he finished speaking, he felt his ears itch.

Thales was startled, and sat up subconsciously, avoiding Kerz who was scratching his ear with a grass root.

"There should be a limit to bragging," the seamstress waved the grass root funnyly: "How old were you six years ago?"

Thales was taken aback: "I..."

"Still 'seeing the destruction of the shield zone'?"

"Why don't you just say it," Kezi said sarcastically, "You were the one who bravely and fearlessly killed the plague of blood and saved Dragon Clouds City all those years ago? Doesn't it make you sound more proud?"

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

Thales' face turned blue for a while.

"I..." He slid down against the hedge like a deflated ball, "It's nothing."

At this moment, Grevell spoke quietly.

"It was never a question of destruction."

Both of them were startled, and turned to look at the old soldier.

"It's not the people who die that are plagued by disasters. They are somehow lucky and leave forever in a flash."

The man in the wheelchair stared straight ahead with iron-like eyes: "They... what those disasters leave behind is the torture of the living."

Griveau slowly raised his left hand missing three fingers, his eyes wandering.

Thales and Kertz both turned their heads subconsciously.

"Last night, that yelling driving boy, remember?"

Thales paused lightly.

"His name is Kevin," Griveau hummed nonchalantly. "Six years ago, he was an apprentice in a blacksmith workshop in the Hammer District."

Kurz sighed: "The lame..."

But Griveau ignored her and continued to speak on his own.

"That day, the day of the disaster."

"Kevin came to the shield area happily, took a bouquet of flowers, and had a private meeting with his lover."

Griveau stared fascinatedly at an abandoned well in the distance with only an outline. Next to it was a collapsed stable, with dried excrement faintly visible.

"They were discovered by her father. I know that old guy. He used to serve in Glacier Watch. He is not good at skills. What's worse, he has a bad temper and takes his daughter very seriously."

Having said that, Griveau smiled lightly, the smile lines in the corners of his eyes were natural and smooth.

Thales and Kurz listened quietly.

"Poor Kevin screamed, and he took the belt all the way from the shield area to the hammer area."

"People in more than a dozen streets knew about it, and the laughter was so loud that even the big yellow dog with the big leash chased him for hundreds of meters."

Griveau laughed happily.

"Kevin came to me and said a lot of nonsense, wronged, how much he likes that girl, why he wants to be a good blacksmith, open a workshop, save enough dowry money, and then have a showdown with his lover's father... "

The old soldier shook his head with a look of disdain: "Hey, I still remember how stupid he was when he said that..."

"I also remember the appearance of the big belt angrily coming to him to settle accounts..."

"I still remember the indignant and ambitious look of Kevin who got out of the back closet after the big belt was fooled away by me."

Grivor paused for a few seconds.

"However."

The smile on the veteran's face slowly melted.

Like ice that meets the sun.

Griveau stared at the empty distance, lost in thought: "Kevin, when he returns to the shield zone the next morning..."

"Gone."

In the distance came the characteristic loud voice of northerners when they negotiated prices, and a rooster crowed unhappily towards the sky, matching the birdsong in the early morning, making the shield area extremely peaceful.

Griveau's teeth shook slightly: "The girl Kevin likes."

"He hates his 'future father-in-law' so much."

"Including the people in the North who watched his jokes on the street."

The veteran's eyes were gloomy and his voice was hoarse: "Including that annoying big yellow dog that barks for twenty hours every day."

Griveau looked distractedly at the lit up sky, subconsciously said: "It's all gone."

Thales and Kurtz leaned against the hedge motionless, as if time stood still.

"The entire shield area."

The veteran lowered his head, picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, and could vaguely see its material: "This is the only thing left."

"That's what they are... what those scourges left for the survivors."

Thales exhaled slowly, with a stiff expression.

"When you see Kevin laughing again in the future," Griveau's eyes became serious, and a long-cooled flame burned inside: "Don't forget, this is the story behind him."

Griveau snorted coldly.

"So, when you met people who survived the disaster and helped them, don't say you can imagine, don't say you understand their pain, don't say you empathize with them."

"Even if you are really the savior."

The veteran turned his head slightly, and looked at the silent Thales with a cold expression:

"Because that's hypocritical."

Thales opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Snapped.

Griveau clasped his shoulders.

"Also, if you really become a king in the future," Grevet's expression was so serious that Thales could even feel his hands trembling slightly: "Become those 'adults' who are high above..."

"I know what you nobles know. Whether it's those disasters, I don't believe they are the legendary messengers sent by the gods to punish the world or the legendary anti-demon forces. You must have a way, a means to deal with them..."

Thales stared blankly at the veteran in front of him.

Griveau's expression was ferocious: "Remember, gather all your hands, all your strength, all your weapons, and go find those disasters."

"No matter where they hide, you have to find them, find them all, find them all!"

The prince's heart was in chaos, and all kinds of emotions surged up at the same time, which was quite unpleasant.

At that moment, Griveau gritted his teeth, and the chill was threatening: "Turn them from top to bottom..."

"Hunted and killed."

"Not one left."

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