Kingdom’s Bloodline

The silence in the dungeon lasted for a long time.

Sackel leaned against the wall like a lost soul child, silent.

Semir bowed his head for a long time, his body stiffened.

Thales stood there precariously, in a trance.

Until Ricky, who was outside, sighed softly, attracting everyone's attention.

Sackel slowly stood up from the ground.

"Thank you for your question, child," the former punishment knight stepped forward sadly, and handed out the JC dagger from the gap in the fence:

"And your razor."

"It's a fine knife and shouldn't be used to shave a sinner."

The fence cast shadows in the firelight, and black marks were carved on Sackel's face.

The preoccupied Thales took a deep breath, pulled himself together, nodded with a forced smile, and took the dagger.

Sackel's hands were very rough, and the calluses on them were not as hard as skin.

Thales took back the dagger in a state of confusion, but when he turned his head, he saw Ricky looking at him expressionlessly.

Crassus of the Sword of Disaster slowly stretched out his right palm to the prince, his palm curled up.

Thales was startled for a moment, then looked at the dagger in his hand, and let out a sigh of relief.

He stepped forward in frustration, and put JC's dagger in Ricky's hand.

Only then did Ricky show a faint, "you're so sensible" smile.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster bowed his head, flipped over, and saw a line of writing on the black sheath of the dagger:

The king does not respect blood.

Ricky was stunned, he looked at Sack El, then at the sullen Thales, and snorted softly.

Sackel watched their interaction, raised the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently:

"Thank you too... Thank you for not being an illusion."

Thales snorted with a half-smile, trying to dispel the inexplicable haze that lingered in his heart: "How do you know?"

Sackel smiled.

"certainly."

"Or you are hallucinations that are more powerful than the hallucinations in the past, and I don't know," the punishment knight shook his head, shaved his hair, and seemed to be more awake, "but you know, every time it happens, it's like My head became a cauldron, and twenty people took turns stewing beef in it..."

He frowned tightly, but his expression was a little dazed.

"They never shut up, but they don't ask me at all, they don't ask me how I feel, they don't ask who I saw, they don't ask unnecessary questions like you," Sackel gritted his teeth from time to time , sometimes wry smile, finally turned into helpless relief, opened his mouth and smiled:

"Because they already knew."

He shook his head as if laughing at himself:

"Like I know it myself."

As he was talking, Sakeel seemed to be amused by himself, and suddenly patted his thigh, laughing non-stop:

"Haha, I know...hahahahahaha..."

Amidst the laughter, his forehead lines appeared and disappeared from time to time, pulling the sinful brand on his forehead, making that ferocious "S" vibrate back and forth.

Seeing this scene through the prison door, Thales was quite bitter.

Samir next to him couldn't bear it anymore, and he spoke in pain.

"You know, Sack El," the former flag officer took a deep breath, "I can still rescue you—no matter what happens after that, you don't have to face the current..."

Saker's laughter stopped.

"No need," he said in a low voice:

"Everyone has a price to pay."

Sackel looked around his cell,

"The price now," he said idiotically, "I deserve it, it's just right."

Samuel closed his eyes gently.

A few seconds passed.

"Where are the others?" Sackel sighed, "Have you been to the top?"

This question made Samir speechless again.

"them……"

Samir hesitated to speak.

Little Barney's roar, the bones of thirty-seven brothers appeared in front of his eyes at the same time, made his lips tremble.

Finally, Samir squeezed out a smile,

With difficulty, he said, "I've seen it."

"good."

Saker didn't reply right away.

He stared at Samir firmly, staring at the way he turned his head slightly after he finished speaking, not daring to look at him.

"That's it."

Saker smiled faintly, as if he understood something.

"That's good."

He nodded slowly, turned around, and muttered again:

"That's good."

Suddenly, Thales felt that the man's back became stooped and thin.

It's like she's ten years older in an instant.

And Samir didn't dare to speak anymore, just stood aside with a painful expression on his face.

Ricky, who was watching everything, didn't speak, but just watched the prisoners in the prison with interest.

Until Saker sighed lowly.

"Tell me," the punishment knight said unexpectedly softly: "Your reason for coming."

He looked at Thales:

"For the kid's sake."

Thales smiled at him.

At that second, Samir and Ricky were startled at the same time and looked at each other.

But they quickly reacted: the other party cooperated.

With a touch of joy and excitement, Samir nodded to Ricky and opened his mouth decisively.

"We just want to prove something, Sackel."

Sackel didn't speak, but raised his chin slightly.

Samir cleared his throat and frowned slightly, as if recalling his own question.

But one step forward, it was Ricky who spoke first:

"First of all, Sack El, how much do you know about the Tower of the End?"

As soon as this remark came out, Thales frowned slightly.

He suddenly remembered what he saw and heard when he was held hostage in the tavern: the Swords of Disaster raided the Tower of End, retreated to the Blade Camp after suffering heavy losses, regrouped their troops, and invaded the Prison of Bones while the army was marching westward.

From the Tower of Ending to the Prison of Bones, there must be something driving the forward and backward actions of the Disaster Sword.

And that's...

"Tower of the End?"

Sackel's lifeless tone woke Thales from his thoughts.

I saw him standing against the wall with his arms folded, a sneer of disdain curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Not much."

"A shameless force that is sinister, cunning, and self-righteous."

What?

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Insidious and cunning?

opinionated?

Shameless?

He scratched his head, and suddenly realized that this description was incompatible with his previous impression of the Tower of Terminus.

In the past years, whether it was the loyal attendant Huaiya, the bold and heartless fool Cohen, the scheming conspirator Raphael, and the stern beauty Miranda, even the old enemy Croeth with a loud voice, and even Kaslan, the old drinker with a "human face and animal heart" (Korn's language), these people from the Tower of the End use their ideas and behaviors to imbue Thales with such an impression all the time:

The Tower of the End is a noble and neutral place of inheritance. It teaches combat skills and the power of the end. It is determined to preserve the vitality and combat power of human beings. Spirit, passed on from generation to generation.

However today...

Thales frowned and looked at the disdainful Sackel, and listened to him continue to describe his impression of the Tower of Terminator:

"...declaring to maintain neutrality and never establish a country, but in essence it separates one side, which is no different from a local military leader."

"Swaying left and right in the international arena, playing around with the wind, without shame, and constantly encouraging his subordinates to go out and do mercenary activities that are dirtier than most countries, euphemistically called "trials". "

I saw Sackel getting more and more ferocious as he talked, and seemed to have a deep prejudice against that place:

"For hundreds of years, the group of hypocrites named after swords have been lying on the bones of their ancestors, bathed in the fame and glory that did not belong to them, and they have used hypocritical excuses to attract generations of hot-headed young people. , which is called inheriting skills and defending human beings, is actually cultivating minions and supporting soldiers with self-respect."

He gritted his teeth, and even yelled at the end of his speech, which made Semir outside the prison frown again and again.

Instead, Ricky's eyes lit up.

"Study how to kill all day long, and then pass it on to the people below, let them go out to fight for the wars and conflicts of various countries, kill more people, shed more blood, fight more battles, and make the world more chaotic ——It’s all thanks to those disgusting villains in the End Tower.”

"Afterwards, generation after generation of war orphans, full of the hatred and ambition left by the previous generation, came to their door again, surrendered their loyalty and belonging to those self-proclaimed hypocrites, in exchange for the skill of killing, and continued to live like fate. reincarnation."

Sackel clenched his fists as if he was on the scene, like a green forest hero who hates evil:

"And those despicable and shameless people still stay out of the matter, and still have the face to maintain the so-called noble morals and valuable neutrality-because what they give is only a sword, and the one who holds the sword is someone else, as if dirty and dirty have nothing to do with them .”

"Pooh."

The penalty knight scolded fiercely:

"Fucking Tower of Terminus."

Thales looked at Sackel with a strange expression, thinking that Ricky just asked how much he knew about the Tower of the End...

This is also called "not much"?

However, Sackel's evaluation or accusation is not over yet.

"Have you ever seen the shameless scum who is full of pity all day long, rushing to the mission, shouting that he loves peace and defending human beings, but never stops selling murderous arms around the world without mercy?" Sackel tilted his head lips, parting teeth viciously:

"That's them."

"Dregs of the Tower of Terminus."

After finishing speaking, Sackel ended his brief sharing of impressions with a "hum" exhaled from one nostril.

The atmosphere in the dark cell was awkward for a moment.

Samir didn't know how to answer the words for a while, Thales also raised his eyebrows, but Ricky laughed out loud indifferently.

"Well, I like this guy," Ricky laughed enough, he scratched his chin, and looked at the punishment knight with interest:

"Are you sure you don't want to get out of prison? We'll work very well together."

Saker gave him a cold smile.

Samir coughed and whispered to Ricky:

"Because of many pasts, he has a deep prejudice against the Terminator."

Ricky shook his head indifferently:

"On topic."

Samir sighed, and then took out a piece of paper from his arms.

This action attracted Thales' attention: he had a hunch that this was the real purpose of the Sword of Disaster.

Semir gently opened the paper, spread it out in front of Sakel through the fence, and illuminated it with fire.

"Sack El, remember this?"

Sackel narrowed his eyes, and shrank a little at first from the approaching flames, but as he gradually got used to the light, he walked forward slowly and stared carefully at the piece of paper in Semir's hand .

At that moment, Thales suddenly felt that the aura on Sackel had changed.

His eyes became sharper, and his expression was no longer casual as if he didn't care.

It was as if he had changed from a pitiful man who had experienced vicissitudes and was exhausted to the former emperor's imperial guard.

But he just looked at the things on the paper carefully and didn't say a word.

This made Thales even more curious: what was written on the paper in Semir's hand?

But Samir was standing closest to the cell, Thales could only see the blank back of the paper, and Samir held the paper so high that Thales couldn't see it.

Just when the prince was hesitating whether to peek out in front of the two powerful kidnappers, the serious Sackel suddenly reached out and took the paper.

Thales' hope of getting a glimpse of the truth was shattered.

Sackel frowned, staring at the content on the paper.

Outside the cell, both Semir and Ricky waited quietly, but Thales could feel that they were staring with bated breath, expecting each other's response.

After a long while, Sackel finally raised his head with a solemn expression.

He shook the paper in his hand, and slowly asked the two uninvited guests:

"What's this?"

Apparently, Samir was encouraged by the other party's unusual reaction, and he raised the corner of his mouth: "It's a sketch I drew based on my impression after seeing it once."

"As you can see, the real thing has color, much more vividly."

Saker's brows became tighter and tighter.

He first glanced at the two people outside the prison, then snorted coldly:

"Only with this piece of paper, how would I know what this is?"

Samir stared coldly at his former colleagues.

"Other people, other things, maybe the answer is no, but..."

Semir raised the torch high, covering Sakel's entire face in the flames, but Thales only felt that the latter's expression was a little gloomy.

"You see the outline of it, see how special it is?"

"More than ten years ago, I was still in the Fuxing Palace, and I saw it when I was on duty at the gate of the royal treasure house." Samir stared at the prisoner very seriously, "I glanced at it from a distance at that time, but I will never forget it. .”

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

The royal treasury in the Fuxing Palace?

Sackel didn't answer, but his eyes shifted to the paper, and the fingers grasping the edge gradually tightened.

It seems that because of talking about the past, Samir's tone seemed a little depressed:

"The secret treasures in the royal family's treasury are all priceless and significant. In the entire Fuxing Palace, apart from the royal family, there is only one position in the guard who can directly contact them."

"That position guards the inheritance of the royal guard and knows countless secrets. Only people who are trusted and expected can take it-according to the usual practice, it is basically the next captain of the guard, the commander."

Sakel still didn't speak, but everyone in the field understood what Semir meant.

I saw Samir adjusted his emotions, pointed to the piece of paper and said solemnly:

"And guarding the royal family's treasury and controlling the entry and exit of secret treasures is one of his unique responsibilities. I can guarantee that this thing is definitely on his care list."

Having said that, Samir took a step forward and almost leaned against the fence.

"Tell me, Sack El, the former watchman of the royal guard," the former flag officer said coldly:

"What is that thing drawn on paper, that thing that was treasured in the royal treasury so many years ago?"

At that second, Thales only felt that the atmosphere in the field became cold, and the air pressure around Sackel seemed to drop to another level.

Ricky's eyes on Sack El gradually became sharper.

This made Thales even more curious about the piece of paper in Sackel's hand.

The penalty knight sneered.

"It took so much effort just to find me for an antique appraisal?"

He raised his eyes to scan Samir and Ricky.

Samir gritted his teeth imperceptibly.

But he knew that he couldn't be tough on the person in front of him.

So Samir just took a deep breath and said gently:

"Please, Sackel, this is very important to us."

Ricky didn't move.

Sackel stared at the content on the paper for a few more times.

He asked indifferently: "Why do you ask this? Where did you find it?"

Samir let out a breath, frowned and said:

"Thakel, I'm the one asking the question."

But Sackel just shook his head:

"The value of information lies in the flow of information back and forth, so that both parties can take the next valuable action in the feedback and gain."

"If you don't tell me more information, then I can't give a more accurate answer."

He held the paper up to eye level and shook it between the two of them.

Samir was about to say something, but Ricky cut in.

"Not long ago, we found this thing in the House of Inheritance in the Tower of the End."

The three turned their heads in unison, watching Ricky speak calmly: "As their top secret in recent years."

Thales' eyebrows moved again.

The Tower of the End's... top secret?

"Tower of the End?"

After all, Sackel's expression changed.

He looked thoughtful.

"I guess you were not invited to visit, right? The House of Inheritance is their core area," Sackel pondered for a while, and then showed a gloating smile: "By the way, well done."

But Ricky just shook his head.

"We didn't get it—the Tower of Terminator has always protected it very tightly, even if we paid a terrible price, we can only catch a glimpse."

Samir's expression darkened, and he nodded silently.

"According to the information, the tower owner of the Termination Tower, the old man from the Far East, valued it very much." Ricky looked at Sackel with a rare serious expression: "According to his own words, this may be the key to change the world."

Saker frowned fiercely.

"Shao?"

He looked disgusted: "That stupid, immortal gray-robed sword guard?"

Thales didn't listen to Sackel's disrespectful words about the Tower of Terminator, but he was attracted by Ricky's words.

The Tower of the End contains...

The key to changing the world?

what is that?

Thales stared at the paper more and more curiously, imagining what was drawn on it.

"Now you have the information you want, punishment knight."

Ricky pouted at the piece of paper: "We found it in the Tower of Terminator, and Samir was the only one who recognized it—that brought us here, to you."

"Even if it's because we broke in to entertain you... Sakeel, answer us, what exactly is this?"

He focused his eyes on Sackel's calm and dark face, as if trying to see something from it.

Sackel was silent for a long time, staring at the paper.

But Ricky and Samir also seem to be patient.

Until the watchman of the former royal guard spoke lightly.

"Three hundred years ago."

Samir looked startled: "What?"

Under the reflection of the fire, Sakeel approached the fence, revealing a half-lit and half-dark face.

The hideous brand on the forehead is extremely clear, while the lower half of the face is completely plunged into darkness.

But his eyes were full of energy, and he shot at the guests outside the cell, like a flash of sword light, not at all like a mentally disturbed person.

Just listen to Sack El continue:

"In 349 of the Ending Calendar, Esola Yeluo married into the Canxing royal family and became the queen of Midil IV."

Thales, who listened carefully, was startled for a moment.

Midil IV.

Isn't that...

Ricky is still frowning and confused, but Semir, who is familiar with the history of stars, has a slight expression:

"Ye Luo, Ye Luo...you mean, the only elf queen in the history of the stars, Queen Esola?"

Saker nodded slowly, with a serious expression.

"And what you claim to have found in the Tower of the End, on this piece of paper, is one of the dowry that Queen Esola brought from the Kingdom of the Sacred Tree to the Palace of Revival back then."

His voice is calm and solemn.

When the people outside the prison looked at each other, Sackel raised his right hand, gently turned the piece of paper in his hand, and faced Thales.

The moment the fire illuminated the paper, the prince was slightly confused at first, and then his spirit was shaken!

I saw the outline of a short sword sketched on the paper.

Strange weighted ball.

The jewel in the middle of the grid.

Gauntlets that curve backwards towards the blade.

Thales froze in place.

That is--

"Even in the royal treasure house full of beautiful things in eyes, it is still a special one."

"Because this is the last ancient weapon left in the world since the age of ignorance. It is said that it can kill giant dragons."

Thales stared at the pattern on the paper, and the punishment knight's unhurried but inexplicably powerful voice slowly came from his ears: "The holy elves call it..."

"Dragon Breaker."

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