Kingdom’s Bloodline

Monty looked directly at Nicolai, his smile slowly evaporated:

"And I look at you now, isn't it the same?"

The meteorite shook his head.

His face darkened: "We were supposed to be the most loyal, purest, and most glorious White Blade Guard..."

"We also used to fight side by side with passion, pride and joy, and shed our blood for Exeter."

"What on earth has brought us to this point?"

Monty cut him off.

"Don't you understand, Stinger?"

"Yes, we are indeed, the most loyal, purest, and most honorable White Blade Guard," he said in a low voice, which sounded like the hopeless struggle of a dying patient:

"But look at the shining names in the history of the guard, which one is not a legend of noble birth and pure blood—even for the nobles, it is an honor to enter the White Blade Guard to serve the king."

Monty looked up slowly.

"However, when Caslan broke the convention and began to promote the White Blade Guard from the common people, when he opened his sharp eyes, he carefully selected us low-level people from the soldiers who had gone to the battlefield, and trained us to become dragons. When Wei..."

Monty sighed for a long time: "Things have changed, and the result is doomed."

"We are incompatible with those noble rulers who have been passed down for many years."

Nicolai was speechless.

Monty chuckled lightly, thinking of the past: "I remember very clearly that on the first day of guarding the Imperial Council, no one looked down on us, whether it was nobles with titles and fiefs, bureaucrats with only honorary titles, or even noble old guards. — Defilers of the White Blade, that's what they call us."

He glanced at Nicolai meaningfully: "We will never be able to integrate."

Nicolai lowered his head.

"Isaiah understood this truth a long time ago, so he simply went to the outpost, to the most dangerous and simplest thirty-eight outpost, making a pure choice between the enemy and us."

"And the rest of the guard..."

"Look at me, look at Michael, look at Carlos, look at Shiva, look at Justin, look at our respective fates, and look at yourself..." Monty laughed to himself up.

The laughter is sad.

The Meteor frowned.

"You have worked so hard for so many years, and even killed the 'Star Butcher' Horace Canxing under the Broken Dragon Fortress. You have been famous for more than ten years-you are just a small lord, even the palace of Heroes You are not eligible to attend the banquet."

"Remember the hearing day a few days ago?"

Monty looked at him amusedly, as if looking at the biggest idiot in history: "When you, as the protector of the Grand Duchess of Dragon Clouds City and the maintainer of the order of the meeting, spoke, the earl and viscount of Dragon Clouds City You guys, which one of them will put you in their eyes?"

Nicolai looked at Monty's disdainful smile,

Exhale slowly.

"We will never understand," Monty said with a solemn expression, "What are those high-ranking nobles thinking in their hearts?"

The Death Crow's breathing quickened, and the dark memories of the past flooded into his heart like a flood:

"The current Grand Duke of Welland, Rebion Olesiu, was poisoned twice by his half-brother, but no one knew that those poisons were all ordered by Nunn and Caslan, so that Rebion En put the blame on his younger brother, and eventually became the Grand Duke—but after that, Nuen asked me to snatch his ignorant younger brother out safely, and use it as a tool to control the Weland Territory..."

"Remember Longxiao City's large-scale eastward suppression of bandits not long after you took over as acting captain? In fact, I was also a member of that group of bandits: Longxiao City sent me to sneak into this bandit's lair and deliver Ammunition, strengthen strength, so that they can unscrupulously attack Longxiao City's own caravan - so King Nuen has an excuse to attack Grand Duke Glacier Sea."

The Death Crow said dejectedly: "We will never understand their power game."

Listening to the other party's narration, the meteorite's breathing could not help but also quicken accordingly.

"After Suriel's death, I seemed to give up White Blade in a fit of anger and seek refuge in Qiyuan City. In fact, I was a spy sent by Dragon Clouds City to Qiyuan City. Their vassals rebelled."

Monty took a breath.

"Later, Nunn died," Monty lowered his head, his expression somber:

"My blade in the dark suddenly lost most of its meaning—but it's even more ironic: my target of surveillance, the well-known upright Duke of Qiyuan City, Kurikun Roni suddenly found Me, I just realized that he has always known that I am the crow of King Nun, the king's spy!"

Speaking of this, Monty laughed exaggeratedly: "But that bastard who hides his secrets, he just pretended to be ignorant and played with me for twelve years! Until the death of King Nun! Hahahaha! "

"And Ronnie told me that in fact, Nunn also knew that he saw through my lurking, but the two opponents who were wary of each other pretended not to know each other like a pantomime, and I was the only one hanging in the middle—haha Haha, I have been acting for twelve years!"

"Twelve years! Won't they all be tired?"

Monty's smile was exaggerated and misshapen.

Nicolai looked at Monty bitterly, not amused at all.

Monty, he knew, wasn't amused either.

Deathcrow had finally had enough of laughing.

His face darkened, as if he had returned to the dark abyss: "For decades, I have learned from them, learned a game that I will never understand, wearing a mask all the time, disguising myself, and being ready to change my face at any time."

Monty rubbed his face lightly, a little absent-minded.

As if it wasn't his own skin.

"Sometimes, when I go back to Dragon Clouds City, back to the White Blade Guard, and try to take off my disguise, I find that I'm used to acting even after drinking with my brothers..."

Monty took a deep breath: "I even have an illusion: the mask is the real me, and only when I put on the mask can I take off the disguise."

The Deathcrow coughed a few times in pain, looking disappointed:

"But there, only there, in the garden of blood that Adele tends with her own hands, when I gaze obsessively at her face, can I feel: maybe I am not just a mask."

Monty raised his head, touched his face, and squeezed out a numb smile: "I also have my own feelings and beliefs."

He trembled slightly, as if to prove something, he repeated mechanically:

"Not just a mask."

The Meteor fell silent.

Then, after a few seconds, Monty took a few deep breaths, and actually stood up firmly while leaning on the rock wall.

This time, Monty wobbled a few times, but didn't fall again.

The Meteorite suddenly changed color!

Oops.

Monty was on his feet, ready to move, to reach his crossbow.

And myself...

Nikolai gritted his teeth bitterly as he looked at the crossbow on his shoulder.

This "stay to the end" game, it seems that the outcome has been decided.

Is it the end?

Nikolai held the crossbow bolt on his shoulder again, trying to escape from its grip regardless of the severe pain.

"But she went anyway."

Monty's lonely voice came.

"The fucking assassin sent by the secret department is probably a novice," the Death Crow chuckled, but the Meteorite could hear the chill in it:

"Just like when I first entered this industry, he faced the child and couldn't do anything... In the end, Adele was implicated."

His mood sank: "Her death threw my slightly meaningful life back into the bottomless darkness."

Monty's expression slowly became ferocious: "Deeper, darker, darker."

Nicolai roared in pain, but the crossbow on his shoulder was still difficult to pull out. In desperation, he tried to push himself against the rock wall in an attempt to "pick" himself out.

Monty shook his head, carefully extended his burned arm for balance, and took the first step.

"The meaning of the existence of the White Blade Guard is to become a sharp blade that defends the Northland."

"But I, I have been unable to find the meaning of my existence since a long time ago," Monty said gloomyly: "So I stopped looking for it—to live is meaning, and that's enough."

Nikolai's face was contorted, and he tried his best, but the crossbow bolt seemed to be stuck in the middle of the bone, making it difficult to move.

"As long as I can survive," continued Monty's voice, "whoever my allegiance belongs to."

There were more and more beads of sweat on the meteorite's forehead.

"As long as there is no chance of hesitation," Monty gritted his teeth, looked at the other party's futile efforts, and gasped solemnly:

"I can no longer hesitate."

The Death Crow raised the corners of his mouth, showing a ruthless look: "Don't blame me, Stinghead—this is life."

The meteorite who had no hope of breaking free finally gave up his efforts, he let out a sigh of relief as if accepting his fate, and looked at his opponent.

Monty smiled and turned to his crossbow.

However, at the next moment, a young and plump male duck said loudly: "Huhu, this thing...is really not light."

The two men in the death fight were stunned.

They all turned their heads.

Under the sun, a young man in a state of embarrassment was standing where the crossbow of time had fallen—the strange black arm crossbow was in his hand.

"I remember... it was wound like this, right?"

The young man stood firmly on the ground, frowning, put his foot into the pedal on the top of the crossbow, stepped on it firmly, bent down, held the hook attached to the arm of the crossbow with both hands, and hooked the crossbow string.

He took a deep breath, stretched his back, pulled the crossbow string with difficulty, and straightened up.

The crossbow string slowly deformed and elongated.

"Yeah——is it because of the first time?" The young man held his face, gritted his teeth, and said, "Why, so tight..."

Finally, there was only a "da" sound:

The crossbow strings are in place.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for breath. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, hugged the Crossbow of Time, and smiled.

Both Nicolai and Monty stared blankly at the boy, their eyes focused in disbelief on his free limbs.

"How could it be..." The meteorite's eyes were filled with shock and confusion, he stared at the young man, as if he wanted to dissect him.

But at this time, Nicolai was clumsy with his tongue, and couldn't even say a complete sentence: "I just took you... all your hands and feet..."

The boy raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, is that what you mean?"

The young man looked at the two men who were seriously injured, slowly raised his left hand, and shook it embarrassingly.

"Well, it feels like the left wrist is indeed a bit hard," Prince Thales Canxing shrugged when he stood up again, and smiled shyly:

"I don't know, maybe it's a little crooked."

Monty rolled his eyes.

"Impossible." The weak Death Crow flickered, and he quickly supported the rock wall, but his astonished expression remained unchanged.

He turned to Nicolai, as if for proof from his opponent: "But you did give his bones just now..."

Nicolai gave Monty a bad face back: "Nonsense."

Thales didn't care about the feelings of the two men at all, and happily took two steps on the spot, his movements were neat and without stagnation.

It made Nicolai and Monty even more suspicious.

Thales looked at the two sluggish men and sighed: "What's so strange about this, don't you guys know?"

The second prince chuckled.

"This is the secret of the Canxing royal family's ability to rule the stars for nearly seven hundred years..."

Nicolai's eyebrows moved, and Monty's pupils shrank!

The two held their breath at the same time.

In the next second, Thales showed a mysterious expression.

"It is said that the blood of the imperial family comes from the gods." Prince Xingchen raised his eyebrows, pointed to the sky, and smiled maliciously: "Even their blood is bright golden, and if it is under the sun, it can still shine Woolen cloth!"

The two men suddenly petrified in place.

"Broken bones or something..." Thales smiled and showed his big white teeth, shining brightly in the sun:

"We were cured in two minutes."

No wonder.

Thales secretly slandered, feeling the exhaustion and weakness left by the crime of Hell River.

as well as--

"Cuckoo..."

At this moment, a strange sound came from Thales' stomach.

The prince's face became hot.

But Nicolai and Monty still stared at him blankly with the eyes of a monster, and didn't recover for a long time.

Maybe it was because their eyes were too hot, or maybe the scene was too embarrassing, Thales couldn't help coughing, interrupting the silence.

"Okay, now you two listen to me..."

Thales hugged the black arm crossbow happily, and pressed a crossbow bolt that fell on the ground into the groove.

He held up the crossbow of time, which could be fired at any time, buckled the handle, and put the crossbow arm against his right armpit.

Thales closed his left eye and aimed the arrow at the meteorite who was nailed to the rock wall and could not move.

Nicolai turned pale.

Unwillingly, he struggled again, but he could only look at the place where the crossbow bolt pierced through his arm and shoulder, seeping more blood.

"Now, then, we have a burning question."

"Excuse me, dear Lord Siri Nicolai," Thales, who was completely uninjured and looked like a new one, raised his head and asked with a smile, "You eat..."

"Is it the right hand?"

Nicolai stared blankly at the arm crossbow in Thales' hand.

But a second later, he just snorted coldly without showing any weakness: "Fuck you."

Thales blinked.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The Deathcrow, who was holding on to the rock wall, let out a giggle.

"Forget it, no matter how you did it," Monty said with a happy smile, "Anyway, well done, Your Highness, now we just need to..."

Thales looked serious!

He raised the arms of the crossbow with both hands.

At that moment, Nikolai's unwillingness and Monty's smile froze on his face at the same time.

The serious-looking Thales didn't pull the trigger on the Meteorite.

But the time crossbow in his hand turned an angle.

pointing straight at—

Ned Monty.

"I just heard: as long as you can survive," Thales pointed at Monty, and said coldly: "It doesn't matter who your loyalty belongs to, does it?"

Deathcrow stared at him in disbelief.

The prince narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then, tell me, Lord Monty..."

"Who does your allegiance belong to?"