Kingdom’s Bloodline

Before pushing open the door of Dean's room, Thales imagined many possible situations. -79 Novels-

The situation in front of him is one of them: the suspicious and seasoned mercenary prince showed an uncooperative attitude, regarded him as an enemy, and was always on guard against Thales.

But the other party's reaction was too much.

"You don't have to do that."

Thales stared at Moral, feeling the faint tingling pain in his neck, and raised his hands in surprise, signaling to his opponent.

He calmed down his breathing, and also suppressed the crime of prison river surging up, and suppressed the out-of-the-box thoughts of desperately fighting back: "I said that I will keep my promise and let you go. No one will follow you, and neither will you." trouble."

"you say'?"

Moral's voice sounded rather unusual, calm and indifferent: "This doesn't sound like a strong guarantee."

The opponent didn't completely suppress him, but the knife in his hand was precisely and skillfully fitted to the artery, Thales could even clearly feel the surge of blood in his neck.

damn it.

Prince Xingchen tried his best to keep calm, the luggage on his back hit the 'bed' board, causing his back to hurt.

But the suspiciousness and vigilance of the ex-Prince Exeter in front of him made him extremely uneasy: the other party seemed to be a different person, as if the mercenary Dean with a cheerful smile and easy-going personality had died, and now he What came back to life was another cold-blooded and cruel guy.

Thales even had some regrets: maybe he should have gone to the army in the first place.

Not to mention those annoying officers in the great desert, at least you can go to the star army in the camp, and then come here without any risk, and face the possible Moral.

but……

Thales shook his head in his heart to drive out the thought.

No.

he can not.

"What assurance do you want, Moral, of my life?"

"If I really want to deal with you, whether it's in the desert or now, I can go to my army. With them as my trump card, I can decide whether to kill you or let you go."

Thales tried to figure out the psychology and thoughts of the other party.

"But I didn't, and the reason I did..."

Thales swallowed his throat, causing another stabbing pain in his neck.

"No matter what I want to do with you, Moral, once the army and the power of the kingdom are used, your identity can no longer be kept secret," Prince Star took a deep breath, trying to pull his neck back:

"No matter what I say, even if I let you go, the secret department or other interested people will notice the mercenary that the prince is eyeing, and they will thoroughly investigate his origin, his details, and his secrets. The truth came out."

Moral continued to stare at him, his pair of pupils reflected the thin moonlight, shining coldly.

From his expression, Thales saw a hint of coldness and... joking?

The feeling of uneasiness is getting worse.

"If the secret department knows your identity, the number one heir to Dragon Clouds City who should have died..."

Thales gritted his teeth: "They won't let you go."

"If you fall into the hands of the Secret Division, everything will be irreparable..."

"It's something neither you nor I want to see."

Thales gasped, thinking of something deeper and farther away.

If Moral falls into the hands of the Secret Division...

That'female' girl.

That girl in Dragon Clouds City.

It is only a matter of time before her identity, her bloodline, and the truth of that night are exposed to the Black Prophet...

Thales thought bitterly.

At that time, her fate may be a hundred times worse than being threatened and controlled by King Charmain. At least Charmain still cares about the legitimacy of his throne, and more or less maintains the fragile position of the "female" Grand Duke.

As the head of the secret department, Morat Hansen is not Thales, the old man in black with a cane has no friendship with the 'female' Grand Duke.

As the creator of "Dragon's Blood", as long as it is profitable, Black Prophet will never care whether the poor girl will be cut into pieces or beheaded and hanged.

That'female' girl.

The girl in the library, the girl with glasses.

The girl who was taken out of the Palace of Heroes because of him six years ago, and returned to the Palace of Heroes because of him.

The girl who stood in front of the princes because of him on the hearing day...

Thales seemed to feel that the pair of glasses on his chest had an unusual weight.

Moral's pupils slowly focused.

"You don't seem to trust the Kingdom Secret Division that serves you?"

These words remind Thales of six years ago.

Reminds me of Dragon Blood.

No, you can't.

Thales clenched his fists.

Secrets cannot know about Moral.

He couldn't risk the destruction of Selma and go to the army to deal with it.

What happened in the Hall of Heroes that night must be an eternal secret, King Nun is dead, Nicolai and Lisban must also shut up, as for King Charman...

Thales thought coldly.

No one will use this secret to concoct a second "Dragon's Blood".

Thales took a good breath and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Trust is a rare thing in this day and age."

Moral's expression moved slightly.

"But why do you trust me?"

He asked softly, the knife in his hand was turned at an angle, but it was still clinging to Thales' artery.

"Because you have no other better options."

Thales said slowly: "Listen to me, Moral, leave now, pretend that nothing happened, and hide your name from now on, away from the sight of Lumbard's minions and the secret department, at least you can have freedom."

"I'm sure that's something you hold dear."

This time, Moral watched him for a long time, but the strength in his hand never relaxed.

Thales looked back at him, hoping that he could regain some sanity.

Finally, Moral laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter was full of chills.

The nerves that Thales had finally eased became tense again.

But it was not Moral's laughter that was terrible, but what he said next.

"You misunderstood, Your Highness."

I saw that Moral said slowly and word by word: "What I just asked is..."

"Why do you believe me..."

"It must be Moral Walton?"

As soon as these words came out, Thales was stunned for three seconds.

What.

He said……

The night at Saber Camp was quite quiet, the heavy fort houses blocked the wind and sand, and also blocked the transmission of sound.

At this moment, the atmosphere in this small room was even more terrifyingly dead silent.

Thales stared blankly at his opponent, unbelievable.

"I don't understand." He subconsciously said.

Moral snorted coldly.

"Of course you don't understand," the mercenary said with sharp eyes, "it's like a hooked fish doesn't understand: why is there a hook in the bait?"

Thales' hands trembled.

etc.

The prince stared at "Morral" who held his life in his hands, feeling chills in his heart.

No.

No.

He finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

"Too obvious."

Thales murmured.

He stared blankly at Moral in front of him, thinking of a doubtful point that he had neglected for a long time.

"It's too obvious, your hair, eye color, words and deeds, political views, orc language, including your axe skills, and your identity as a mercenary...even the origin and accent of the Northlanders..."

A creepy sneer appeared on Moral's face.

Star Prince looked at the mercenary in shock.

His brain started to work, thinking about things that he didn't pay attention to.

He remembered their first meeting.

Since then, this excellent and outstanding mercenary has led Dante's great sword to negotiate, fight, and survive in the vast desert with complicated conditions, and live the life of a mercenary vividly.

Even... a little famous.

"Too obvious."

Thales' pupils focused on the opponent, his heartbeat accelerated, and his breathing became rapid.

"As a mercenary, you run around all year round, swaggering back and forth...but you don't cover up, hide, and even have no scruples," Thales shuddered at his own thoughts:

"You're almost telling the few people who know Moral is alive: the prince is here."

"That's not something a guy who's been on the run for years would do."

Moral, no, it should be Dean, his smile is still there.

"And your reaction after being found out...is also problematic."

"No, you're not him." Thales stared at the man in front of him, and suddenly lost color.

"You are not Moral Walton." He said blankly.

The voice fell.

The cabin was as quiet as ever.

The moonlight was cold and scattered on Dean's face, making him look pale and gloomy at this moment.

The first sound was his low, staccato laugh.

Dean's shoulders trembled slightly, but the hand holding the knife was as steady as ever.

Only the bald-headed mercenary said calmly: "No, I'm not."

Thales' breathing stopped for a moment.

"I just didn't expect that you would be so interested in Moral." Dean said softly, holding the knife in his left hand steadily: "In the original plan, you have to be rescued from the heavily guarded army." 'Spend' so little effort and price."

Thales took a long breath, not even caring that too much movement might endanger his neck.

He can't handle that much anymore.

At this moment, he has long been filled with surprise and regret in his heart.

"Why?"

Thales' chest rose and fell: "Who are you!"

Dean shook his head and let out a soft breath.

He leaned down, leaned close to Thales' face, and used a knife to suppress the possibility of the target's resistance: "At first, when I was sent to carry out this task, I was full of confidence that only the most potential and capable people could get this The honor of going deep behind the enemy lines, getting in touch with the deepest and most unpleasant top secret..."

"Find the prince who should have been dead for a long time."

Thales was stunned.

carry out the task...

Deep behind enemy lines...

Find the... prince who should have been dead for a long time?

he is……

He is coming to...

"But as time flies, search day after day, but there is no result, and investigation year after year, there is still no news."

Dean's voice was extraordinarily cold:

"Morar seems to have evaporated from the world: no matter the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Sea, the Thorn Land, the Dragon's Kiss Land, Commus, the Great Desert, I have searched all the places where I can find mercenaries, but never No trace of him was found."

"I have exhausted all methods, from all the known information, tried my best to figure out his psychology, behavior, and goals," Dean said with deep hatred: "For countless days and nights, I have been lurking In a place full of mystical eyes and ears, and full of star forces, I carefully hid myself and racked my brains to search for Moral."

"No."

Dean gritted his teeth and said:

"There are no clues."

"I'm just desperate."

Thales' breathing trembled.

Taking advantage of the crime of prison river, the prince desperately forced himself to calm down and rethink the current situation.

"So," Thales frowned, "so you just..."

Dean looked at the unbelievable Thales and smiled, as if enjoying the pleasure of this moment.

"So, desperate, I turned myself into him, into Moral."

The mercenary gritted his teeth.

"I imitated his appearance, copied his words and deeds, learned his manners, even his thoughts and his character: Prince? Northlander? Learned Orc language? A student of meteorites? A mercenary? Like the lower class bitch?"

His words became more and more hasty, with deep resentment and unwillingness hidden inside.

"I took his wishes as my wishes, his actions as my actions, went where he was most likely to go, did what he was most likely to do, hoping to use the dubious identity of 'Dean' to find What, understand something, or lead those who are interested in him, see what clues can be obtained from them, or even lead to Moral himself."

Dean's raised voice stopped abruptly, his expression obscure and painful.

"But I still failed."

"No," the suspicious mercenary said angrily, "Except for a few spies who are suspected to be from the Northland, there is still nothing."

"For five years, I was like a headless fly, a blind cheetah, and a stiff sand snake, thrashing in vain in pain and hopelessness wherever Moraral might appear."

"One day without good news, one day without his trace, one day without completing the task, I have been trapped here, unable to go back, unable to leave, unable to break free..."

He stared at Thales: "Five years."

"do you understand?"

Thales slowly calmed down.

So everything is very clear, the person in front of him, he is...

Dean sneered and said, "I've had enough. This kind of endless and fruitless pursuit has 'wasted' my years and talents that should have made great achievements in sand and swords."

His eyes changed.

"But at this moment, you appeared."

Dean looked at Thales frantically, his facial muscles twisted every inch of his face.

"My savior."

Thales looked at him blankly, but quietly 'touched' his waist with his right hand.

But the seasoned mercenaries noticed it.

The knife in his hand flicked lightly.

Thales had to raise his head to prevent it from being embedded in his artery, while sighing and lowering his right hand.

"So, you have been eyeing me since we met." The prince said angrily.

Dean didn't care about Thales' small movements, he just sneered and shook his head: "At first, I wasn't sure who you were, especially when we first met the Star Army, you didn't show up from the beginning to the end. Given your identity, even after you came to the Saber Camp, you didn't show any sign of going to find reinforcements, which made me more suspicious: Maybe you are not the person I thought?"

"I have to suppress the urge to do it time and time again... My temptations must be stopped. I am lurking here, alone and helpless. If I am not careful, I will be lost forever, drowning in the secret science and the stars that come here. In the army."

"Until tonight."

The hut was still silent, but the atmosphere here was completely different.

The man with an indifferent face firmly suppressed Thales, turning the first night of the mercenaries back home into a night of conflict full of conspiracy and danger.

"You are a spy, spy, agent, or something else," Thales said unwillingly:

"You didn't come to see me."

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"No," he shook his head, quite satisfied:

"Thales who fled, you are a surprise. Maybe it's not my first goal, not my lurking task, but there is no doubt that you are a ticket for me to jump out of this bottomless quagmire The ... charter."

Thales closed his eyes and let out a painful breath.

"Haha, now it seems that King Charman and you both know the news about Morale, she won't be satisfied," Dean said in a deep voice, "but I caught you, at least it makes sense, I can finally leave here .”

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

etc.

He opened his eyes, held the knife on his neck, and opened his mouth with difficulty.

"she?"

Thales asked in surprise: "You said, 'her'?"

"Yes, dear Prince Thales."

Dean nodded slightly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his upper body slightly, showing a non-standard etiquette:

"'Darkroom' sends you greetings."

Thales didn't answer, and his sighs were all stuffed in his chest.

There was a long silence between the man and the boy.

It took a long time for Thales to let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you going to do? Knock me out and take me away?"

"Where do you want to go? Don't forget that this is the Saber Camp. Are you taking me west and north to the desert full of star armies? Or go east and south and simply enter the inland land of the Star Kingdom?"

Dean shook his head.

"It's true that the situation here is not good, but there is always a way."

Thales chuckled.

"So instead of being Moral, you are still a spy sent to search for Moral."

He frowned slightly.

"But... dear Dean, do you really think that I would be so stupid that I would risk my life without any certainty, and come here at night to confront you?"

Dean's smile froze.

"Haven't you thought about it?"

Thales said softly: "How did we meet?"

Dean froze for a moment.

But at this moment, something unexpected interrupted the confrontation between the two.

Slap.

There was a soft sound.

The bright light shone into this dim hut, illuminating the two people on the bed clearly.

Thales and Dean Ziqi turned their gazes.

I saw the drunk mercenary rookie, holding an oil lamp by Kuaisheng, standing at the door with a confused face, maintaining the posture of pushing the door.

Both of them were stunned.

Kuaisheng yawned big, his eyes were sleepy.

"Sorry, Dean, I didn't want to wake you up, I just wanted to get a tuba in the middle of the night and get some ass wipes..." Kuaisheng murmured: "Those few drinks are going to kill me... "

A second later, he saw Thales who was pinned on the 'bed' by Dean, and was stunned.

The mouth is bigger than a chicken egg.

Under the unbelievable gazes of the two, Kuaisheng covered his eyes suddenly!

He stammered, with a panicked tone: "Don't worry, I didn't see anything...I mean, you can go on, I swear I won't say anything to Luisa..."

Kuaisheng covered his eyes tightly and stepped in cautiously, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

He 'touched' towards a broken cabinet next to the 'bed': "So where are the things,..."

On the 'bed' board, the two people who were tensely confronting each other finally came to their senses.

The two scrambled to speak!

"Quick Rope, it's not what you saw..." Dean, who was holding the opponent, frowned tightly: "This guy Wya is very suspicious, I suspect he might be..."

"No, quick rope, I'm Prince Thales, he's a Northland spy!" Thales, who was crushed under him, said with difficulty: "Hurry up and find the one in the camp..."

The knife in Dean's hand was slightly forceful, blocking Thales' words in his throat.

Kuaisheng covered his eyes and dawdled to the cabinet.

"Whoa, roleplaying? Torturing a prince?"

I saw the mercenary rookie smile awkwardly: "Your... you have so many..."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!