Kingdom’s Bloodline

Qianzi calmed down and panted, and gradually smiled.

"You can take a bet—the famous Thackel, maybe I'm just bluffing, maybe it's just flashes or smoke?"

He shook the orb in his hand, and it hummed uncomfortably.

The penalty knight stared at the sphere, the veins on his hands almost protruding from the skin.

Taylor's eyes widened.

why...

"I have to say, I was deeply impressed by everything just now, Punishment Knight," Qianzi said with a grinning grin:

"It seems that your sword is not old."

Sackel snorted disdainfully.

"As for you, Your Highness," the assassin leader turned to Thales, panting slightly: "You also exceeded my expectations."

"But isn't it a pity to die here with me like this?"

Thales looked at the drill and bit his lower lip tightly.

Following this, the situation once again slipped into a direction beyond their control.

The prince looked at Yordle, but the masked guard just shook his head slightly.

hateful.

"Let him go, son," Thales said solemnly after taking a deep breath, "I promise in the name of Canxing that you can leave safely."

Sackel glanced at Thales.

But Qianzi shook his head, still smiling.

"No, Your Highness."

"Do you think that the reason I have worked so hard to come here is to 'leave safely'?"

Qianzi sneered and said, "Strange shadows are immortal, because we have no fear of death."

He gently pulled out a bottle from his arms, and let it roll between the two sides under the vigilant eyes of Sackel.

"This is the most common drug, Your Highness, I swear, there will be no side effects," Qianzi chuckled, "Please let your legendary knight drink it."

He shook the alchemy ball in his hand:

"We'll be fine."

Staring at the potion in the bottle, Thales' face turned cold.

"Do you think that's possible?"

Sackel also snorted coldly.

But the brat just shook his head.

"I know, this may make you a little upset, but compared to what follows..."

He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers with a smirk: "They're here, I hate doing this, but..."

Footsteps sounded.

Thales and Sackel raised their weapons vigilantly.

However, the person who came out of the darkness made His Highness the prince turn pale with shock.

That's three assassins.

They escorted the three heavily tied people, and they walked slowly to the light of the fire.

"No." Thales said blankly.

No.

How could it be them?

Sackel turned his head to look at the prince, and pursed his lips in puzzlement.

Qianzi smiled, and he took a step back, but he never let go of the alchemy ball in his hand.

"I have three hostages here, oh, now there are four."

He pouted proudly at the newcomers.

Thales looked at the brazener in shock and anger, and then at the visitor.

Damn.

Qianzi smiled and pulled out her dagger, and came to the first bound hostage, forcing her to raise her face as she couldn't help struggling.

"First of all, the enemy who made you suffer so much."

The brazener laughed and shook his head.

And under his blade, the double-sword mercenary of the Disaster Sword, the girl whom he secretly kissed once, Ms. Marina described as embarrassed and mentally exhausted.

She gritted her teeth, first glanced at the astonished Thales with a sense of shame, and then struggled angrily:

"Bah, cockroach."

The assassin behind her gave her a slap, and Marina softened immediately.

Thales' heart slowly cooled down.

Qianzi came to the next person, twirling the dagger in his hand.

"Secondly, a stranger who has been a vegetarian for a lifetime."

The owner of my tavern, Tampa accepted the persecution of the assassin obediently, and saw him with a disheartened face, and sighed hopelessly:

"It's bad luck, I probably forgot to worship Moshen today..."

Thales clenched his fists.

Qianzi walked up to the last person, smiled and pressed the dagger to the latter's neck.

"Next, is your loyal subordinate."

I saw the rookie mercenary who had been separated for a while, and the strange red-haired Kuaisheng showed a simple and innocent smile.

He twitched the corners of his mouth reluctantly and awkwardly, and raised his eyebrows flatteringly at Thales:

"Um, hey, Your Highness Thales, remember me, I am your...your...your Wyah Castle?"

Your Wyah?

Thales let out a painful breath, and leaned heavily on the ground with his long sword.

Boom.

Fuck you Wyah!

(In Longxiao City, he sneezed on a masked, dumb, staring prince attendant.)

Why are you so stupid!

Aren't you still in the sword of disaster?

Was caught by them?

Kuaisheng still blinked his big innocent eyes, showing grievance and embarrassment vaguely.

But it's not over yet.

He raised his dagger, pointed at Yordle who was restrained by four people, and sneered.

"And the last person: the mysterious guard who follows the prince, life and death."

Jodl shook his head again.

Sackel frowned and looked at Thales.

The prince knew what he wanted to ask, but...

But now the situation...

"After seeing your performance just now, Your Highness, I am more and more confident in your kindness," Qianzi brushed his hair with a dagger, and shaved his sweat:

"for example……"

He narrowed his eyes and pointed the dagger at the hostages one by one: "Who would you choose to die first?"

"Enemies? Strangers? Subordinates? Or guards?"

Who will die first?

Thales stared at these people in disbelief.

Marina twitched feebly, Tampa sighed obscurely, and Kuai Rope seemed to have a strong desire to survive, struggling desperately to wink at Thales.

Thales gritted his teeth tighter and tighter.

how……

how come……

Alchemy ball, add hostages?

Yodel.

And fast rope.

Even the other two.

Thales struggled, trying not to look at Sackel's suspicious expression.

The wound on his shoulder was aching.

"It's impossible," the prince said with difficulty, but found himself at a loss:

"Sackel has his own dignity and choices."

"I don't think he would be willing to drink your drug..."

The drill quickly interrupted him.

"Then we'll make the best of it," the assassin leader said with a smile:

"I'm a good talker."

The brazener raised the metal ball in his hand intentionally or unintentionally:

"Your Highness, why don't you drink the drug, and then let your knight go as far as you can for your peaceful sleep?"

Thales was taken aback for a moment, and then felt annoyed.

Sackel snorted lightly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth:

"How dare you say that."

Qianzi blinked politely, but he didn't see the embarrassment that he was forced to be at a loss by the punishment knight just now.

Thales was silent and did not speak.

He suddenly felt that the torch behind Qianzi was so dazzling.

what to do.

Where is the way out?

"Are you sure?"

Thales said bitterly: "Let go now, you still have a chance to escape."

The brazener chuckled.

"Your decision, Your Highness," he completely ignored Thales' words, but shrugged to himself:

"Or can we have an hors d'oeuvres first?"

"Let us test it, how far can your benevolence go?"

Appetizer?

Thales frowned, feeling ominous in his heart.

I saw Jianzi holding the dagger and walking up to Marina, the blade pressed tightly against the blood vessels in her neck, forcing her to look up and lean back.

"Be quiet, ma'am," Qianzi stood behind Marina and said with a sinister smile:

"It doesn't look good if you cut your face."

Marina, who was about to struggle, turned pale.

Thales' expression became more and more ugly.

Sackel watched Thales' face from the sidelines, as if he understood something, and was thoughtful.

"How about starting with the enemy?"

Qianzi sneered and stared at Thales from a distance: "I will cut open her blood vessels, and use it as a clock to remind you to make a decision."

"Then there are strangers, subordinates, and guards in turn?"

Every word of Qianzi made Thales feel more uncomfortable and angrier.

Calm down, Thales.

clam down!

Among his rich and colorful life experiences, there is only the scene of himself being held on the neck with a knife.

Being threatened with someone else's life...

This is really the first time.

Thales pursed his lips, mocking himself sarcastically.

I just feel extremely depressed inside.

"Sakel," he said with difficulty:

"you can……"

But Sackel seemed to have known what he was going to say, and just shook his head.

"The potentially fatal alchemy ball, plus the four hostages, they are in different positions, so I can't look around."

The penalty knight shook his head solemnly:

"No one can do it."

Thales' heart sank.

His last hope was dashed.

Sackel looked at the prince and sighed slightly.

"But I can still get you out, kid."

The penalty knight glanced at Qianzi from a distance, and said softly: "His words are not credible, and your identity is obviously more important than theirs."

"This choice is not difficult."

Thales' arms tightened, and he felt that the long sword in his hand was extremely heavy.

Is it easy to choose?

but……

Thales swept over each hostage one by one: the bad-tempered troubled aristocrat Marina, the treacherous but kind Tampa boss, and the unrestrained and easy-going Quick Rope.

as well as……

The prince looked hard at the masked guard who seemed to be dying.

Choose to sacrifice them all, and then I escape alone?

Or sacrifice some of their "not so important" people, and then hope that Sack El's surprise will turn the situation around?

No.

No!

The opponent holds more than one chip.

And he...

He has nothing, nothing to do.

Thales only felt that his shoulders were heavy.

"I don't have a whole day, Your Highness," Qianzi looked tired of this stalemate, and said coldly:

"quick decision."

Strangely, at this moment, Thales suddenly remembered six years ago.

In the Heroic Spirit Palace six years ago, facing the five grand dukes, he was also hoarse and almost desperate.

At that time, I even wavered, considering whether to accept Ashida's proposal, and use the latter's power to overturn the chessboard.

etc.

Thinking of this, Thales trembled slightly.

He clenched his teeth, and his right hand on the hilt of the sword gradually became stiff.

he is not...

Not helpless, is it?

At least.

Thales raised his head with difficulty, looking around at everyone.

He, Thales Canxing.

Still have the last chip.

Last.

Thinking of this, Thales almost crushed the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The prince stared straight at Yordle's dark purple mask with a difficult look in his eyes.

The masked guard twitched in his heart.

He suddenly knew what the prince was going to do.

"No," Jodl trembled and struggled, calling his name anxiously:

"Thales! No!"

"Don't take any chances! You are bigger than all of us!"

Thales closed his eyes.

Sackel frowned, and the brat cast his eyes suspiciously.

I'm more important than all of them...?

The prince remembered the assassination in the Fuxing Palace a long time ago. At that time, Yodel pushed him away desperately and blocked three crossbow arrows by himself.

He also remembered that in Dragon Clouds City, other people entered the Palace of Heroes with weapons in their hands, to fight for the prince's unsafe plan.

At that time...

For yordle, for them...

That's an easy choice, too.

Is not it.

because……

Because he is not just Thales.

It is Prince Thales.

is the heir to the kingdom.

However.

Is he?

Thales recalled what Ashida had said to him long, long ago.

【If I came to you when you were a beggar, would you still react like this? 】

The prince gritted his teeth, thinking of himself.

[When you are intoxicated in the title of prince, or struggling in the misery of a beggar, when you go back and forth between the joy and pain of the two, have you ever thought about what you are? ? 】

[A prince honored by blood? A beggar who was born humble and unfortunate? A precocious child genius? A poor person who is struggling and trying to change his destiny? 】

Thales' breathing began to accelerate again.

[When you are stripped of all the definitions given by others, and leave all the situations in which you exist, what are you left with? 】

What am I left with?

The next second, Thales suddenly opened his eyes!

"Sackel."

At that moment, he felt his voice become firm and thick.

"Mr. Immanu Sackel, the ex-prisoner and watchman of the royal guard, right?"

It is no longer that ugly, frivolous drake voice.

But in his heart, he was extremely relaxed and open-minded.

No more worries and burdens.

The punishment knight who was observing the enemy frowned and turned his head: "Huh?"

Thales said decisively:

"Please play it by ear and do your best."

Saker was slightly taken aback:

"What machine do you see?"

Thales didn't answer, but just smiled lightly.

Quick Rope, who was held hostage, thought that Thales was finally going to give up on them, so he hurriedly said, "Um, Thales? Listen to me, we can choose a more neutral..."

But Thales shook his head.

"Shut up, Quick Rope," sighed the Star Prince:

"By the way, your salesmanship is terrible."

Quick Rope was stunned.

Thales took a deep breath, smiled, and looked at Qianzi calmly and indifferently.

"Do you know, Qianzi, here, this is the site of the Alchemy Tower."

"They left behind a lot of things, most of which were inherited by Star Kingdom."

Qianzi's complexion turned cold, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Alchemy Tower?

What's the meaning?

Seeing the dilapidated environment in the dark dungeon, the prince thrust his long sword into the ground heavily:

"Mages... when they don't disappear, there are always all kinds of tricks, and the alchemy ball is just the most insignificant part of it..."

Thales looked at the beautifully styled and expensively decorated long sword in his hand with complicated emotions.

"The Canxing royal family knows some of them, and has mastered some of them," he said in a daze, and then burst out laughing, as if he was talking to himself:

"Of course, I'm not talking about glittering golden blood..."

Sackel narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales again.

Qianzi gestured silently, and the assassins tied the hostages tighter.

The prince raised his head and looked at the assassins ahead.

Thales turned his gaze away, as if he didn't see Yoddle shaking his head heavily.

who I am?

I'm Thales.

From the first day in this world.

to the last day.

he said silently.

Nobody can change that.

No one can deny it.

No one can question it.

Because I am, and can only be Thales.

and not otherwise.

Thales clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, feeling peaceful.

"Don't blink," the prince chuckled under the strange eyes of everyone:

"because……"

"This may be the funniest, most magical, and most splendid magic show you have ever seen in your life."

Thales moved his left hand calmly, and gently stroked the sharp silver blade of the long sword.

There were bursts of tingling and warmth in his palm.

Once, he did this when he was extremely excited.

But now, he is so calm.

Will he succeed?

The brazener instinctively felt that something was wrong, he firmly pressed against Marina's throat, and threatened with gritted teeth: "Your Highness, I swear, if you play any tricks, I will do it immediately..."

But Thales could no longer hear it.

Even Yordle and Sackel disappeared from his senses.

At that moment, he was already wandering in the infinite light.

It seems to have surpassed oneself.

————

Donglu.

An unknown small fishing village.

evening.

In a simple hut by the sea, a beautiful woman with brown skin and a quiet complexion was silently washing the wooden bowl in her hand.

She listened to the sound of the waves in her ears, kept moving her hands, her face was calm and indifferent.

It seems that nothing can interrupt this pleasant and peaceful picture.

until the next second.

"Slap!"

A wooden bowl fell to the ground and turned endlessly.

The woman did not pick it up.

Instead, she slowly raised her head, her face full of astonishment.

It was like seeing the most incredible thing in the world.

The next moment, the beautiful woman left everything decisively, walked out of the hut, and looked at the sea.

The last sunset stays on the sea, like a child bathing in a bathtub, lazy and mischievous before sinking.

The woman looked at the golden sparkling light on the sea and sky line, but her expression became more and more dignified.

In the next second, a dry voice sounded suddenly, like heavy ink suddenly breaking into the painting!

"Fleilan!"

That dry voice spoke extremely fast, and seemed extremely anxious: "This is—it!"

The woman nodded, her expression not relaxing for a moment.

"I know," the woman named Fleilan nodded slowly, with a steady voice, calming everything around her unconsciously:

"I feel it, that guy... is on the brink of knocking again."

That rascal.

The woman frowned slightly.

Void's visitor seemed to be in a hurry, and interrupted before the other party finished speaking:

"Must be crazy--quick, where is he, or she?"

Fleilan didn't answer right away, she just looked at the sea level with deep eyes.

The next moment, something unusual happened.

purple light.

Endless purple radiance penetrated from the depths of Fleurand's eyes!

The light spread over the woman's face, like branches branching.

As this ray of light came on, the woman's facial features were gradually covered, no longer soft, and the whole person looked more majestic and terrifying.

It seems that everything in the world has lost its color. From this moment, she is the only one, emitting brilliance,

But the woman was still looking at the sea level, motionless.

The voice in the void did not speak again, he knew what the other party was doing.

A few seconds later, the purple light trembled slightly.

"Sagel," the woman asked softly:

"Where are you?"

The voice in the void resounded hollowly again, this time with an imperceptible hint of caution.

"Dragon Clouds City," the guest said dryly, "I heard that Giza once appeared here and had a fight to the death with that wicked woman, Kruresis, so I came here to look for clues. It's very lively here now... "

Fleuran didn't intend to listen to what he said, and her purple face shook slightly:

"Then the target is not in Dragon Clouds City, at least not within a hundred miles of you."

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was experiencing something: "Well, the feeling this time is much more obvious than last time..."

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes:

"In the Westland!"

"Great desert!"

She said decisively.

The voice in the void was silent for a while, and when it sounded again, it was already full of joy:

"Can you be more precise? Your ability is more suitable for searching than them, as long as we rush in..."

However, at the next moment, Sager's voice suddenly cut off, as if he took a breath!

Not only him, the light on Fleurand's face also trembled violently!

The woman seemed to feel something, she suddenly changed color and looked up at the sky.

Everything is normal in the sky, the clouds are silent, the sky is silent.

There are only a few seagulls flying lazily across the sea at dusk, returning to their nests over the waves.

But that's not the point.

The purple light in the woman's eyes became more and more unstable.

The voice in the void suddenly became cautious, trembling slightly:

"No, no, this is..."

The woman nodded solemnly:

"Um."

"Bloodthorn and Black Orchid," Fleurand showed an unprecedented complex expression:

"They knocked."

There is only quiet silence in the void.

The silence lasted for a while.

until the woman sighed deeply:

"Presumably, like us, they have prepared countless means and waited for six full years, waiting for the newcomer to show his flaws, waiting for him or her to knock on the door again."

The dry voice in the void spoke slowly, hesitatingly, with uncertain doubts and deep unwillingness:

"So, that newcomer, that newcomer... Once he successfully knocks on the door, enters the original state..."

Fleurand sighed and nodded sadly:

"It's like throwing yourself into a trap, and you can't escape with your wings."

"Become the spoils of the Double Emperor."

The sea surface at dusk is comfortable and silent, only the waves and gulls fluctuate.

The setting sun has sunk two-thirds, and the golden yellow on the sea is slowly turning to deep red.

The woman stood quietly with a sad face.

The purple light faded from her face, and her original soft and beautiful face was restored.

Until Sager's voice came again:

"No, that's not the point anymore."

Fleurand raised her head indifferently:

"What's the meaning?"

The guest in the void was silent for a while, and then spoke with deep worry:

"Bloodthorn and Heilan, they are jealous of each other, their hatred is as deep as the sea, and they want to tear each other apart whenever they have the opportunity."

"Once they find that new guy at the same time, I don't think they'll want to share..."

And that means...

The dry voice gradually became smaller.

Fleilan frowned slightly, shook her head and said:

"No……"

But Sager was obviously immersed in his own words, and continued:

"Six years ago, because of that newcomer, they met suddenly in their original state and fought in a hurry-the aftermath of the battle triggered a tsunami that was once in a hundred years around End Haiyan. Come and control the situation..."

The dry voice gradually weakened.

The woman frowned deeply, her face full of worry.

The invisible Sagar said darkly: "And for this encounter, they must have prepared well."

"Whether it's for newcomers..."

"Still to each other."

he murmured.

The woman faced the sea and the emptiness with nothing on her face, with an expression of unbelievable compassion.

Are you ready for the Double Emperor?

Facing each other as old enemies?

Her heart suddenly tightened.

"No."

The dark brown woman closed her eyes and sighed softly:

"They are the top magicians in the world, so they shouldn't be desperate and short-sighted to destroy the world, right?"

This time, the hollow voice in the void laughed emotionlessly, rather sullenly:

"Six hundred years ago, he also told us so."

The woman's hand holding her forearm lightly tightened.

"who?"

The visitor in the void sighed slowly, and softly spit out a strange phrase:

"Holy Day."

Fleurand was slightly taken aback.

holy day.

How long has it been since I haven't heard from you?

I only heard the mysterious man in the void say in a low voice:

"In the last battle of the War of the End, when he personally came to the triumphant capital of the Final Empire, to meet the desperate Brother Truth..."

"Before the final negotiation."

Fleurand didn't answer.

With another wave, the setting sun in the west was completely below the surface of the sea.

Only leave it to this quiet and comfortable world...

A bleak future.

Wow! I'm so excited, the next chapter will finally be able to write about the meteorite escape plot openly? by Wujian with an evil face