Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 218 The Third Person

Prince and Duke, both were silent for a while.

"So that's your purpose today."

Thales pulled out the dagger stuck at the head of the bed, threw a flower in the air, and grasped the handle accurately as the blade flipped——after experiencing countless fights, such movements became more and more proficient and Simple.

Seeing the prince's actions, Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly.

Thales picked up the tip of the blade and pondered for a while:

"You want to win me over to join you, to become a third party outside the two camps, between the iron whip of the charioteer and the galloping hooves of the fierce horse, to hold the faster and faster carriage of Xingchen?"

third party.

At that moment, it seemed that the clouds in the sky covered the sunlight, and the room was dimmed.

The Duke of Xihuang pressed and pressed his hands on the crutches.

"The fierce horse will not yield to the iron whip, and the driver will not give up the whip," he said with sharp eyes:

"And the people in the carriage, whoever they are, can't sit and let it fall apart."

Thales flicked the blade between his fingers lightly.

"so."

Thales snorted lightly, and pointed the tip of the blade at the Duke impolitely:

"All of these, including your inexplicable appearance, drawing your sword to intimidate alarmists, and speaking earnestly and elders, are all for this moment?"

Thales stared at Cyril with a half-smile expression.

Cyril looked at him for a while and hummed softly.

"You think I'm going to drag a random fourteen-year-old kid on the street and tell him that?"

Cyril said coldly:

"If I can't first confirm what kind of person you are, if you're just an incompetent softie who is greedy for life and afraid of death, if you're just an impulsive kid who was raised by the Yankees with a brain full of muscles, if you're just a A **** idiot who thinks he knows the truth of the universe after reading a few historical catalogs..."

Thales raised his eyebrows.

The duke squinted at him,

Disdainfully said:

"Then you don't deserve my words."

The boy was slightly taken aback.

Thales exhaled, and stuffed the dagger back under the pillow:

"You know, if you're going to win me over by complimenting me, you could actually use better words."

I saw the Duke of Xihuang opened his lips that seemed to be missing a piece of flesh, and smiled sinisterly, like a mummy opening his mouth.

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of beautiful words in your ears. The return of the prince is the top priority event that shakes the stars. Countless eyes will be focused on you."

I saw Cyril narrowing his eyes:

"But you have to be more careful and vigilant."

"The powerful nobles and lords will rush to find you, win over the prince who has not returned to the country for a long time, try their best to win you to their side, and turn you into a vanguard against the Fuxing Palace."

Falkenhauser's tone changed:

"Before accepting their kindness, please remember: they are only against your father, but they are definitely not sincerely loyal to you."

Thales was silent.

He suddenly remembered Kuai Rope's words.

[Shackles of power. 】

How could he... live in a different way?

Thinking of this, Thales took a deep breath and raised his head:

"They won't succeed."

Ke Xilier shook his head in disdain:

"When I say 'woo', I don't just mean knocking on doors and giving gifts."

Thales frowned and retorted:

"Of course, maybe it also includes drawing a sword and threatening me, and then telling me 'the carriage must not fall apart'?"

This time it was Cyril's turn to be silent.

A few seconds later, the Duke said quietly:

"You know, some words, to the vast majority of people in the world, can only be nonsense."

Thales was at a loss for a moment.

Cyril snorted softly:

"Remember what I said today."

He stretched out his finger and shook it around his mouth:

"all."

There was a cold light in Cyril's eyes:

"Just in case you can use it someday."

He paused for a second, and raised his lips somewhat evilly:

"all."

Thales stared at the Duke in this state, feeling uncomfortable.

But Cyril quickly changed the subject:

"Compared to these, you have to be more careful about your father."

Father.

Thales' nerves slowly tightened.

The robust figure reappeared in his mind, reminding him of the feeling of suffocation when facing each other.

The Duke's voice echoed in his ears, carrying a different meaning:

"As you grow older, maybe he will realize that you are no longer that poor child, maybe he will also try to win over you as a father and control you with the power of a king."

"but……"

Falkenhauser's tone changed again, but he suddenly fell silent, and the surroundings seemed to enter the cloudy sky in an instant, and it was raining before it rained.

He stared closely at Thales, his terrifying face coupled with cold eyes made the latter feel tense.

"Six years ago, when the news of the drastic changes in Exeter, the death of Nun VII and the political reshuffle in the North came to the stars, everyone was stunned."

The Duke's tone and rhythm became heavy and slow, reminding Thales of Puttilai when he told the bard:

"Who would have thought that a few months ago, our old bones were still in constant fear, lest the rebellious Yankees would go south again."

Cyril exhaled lightly and pointed to Thales:

"But some people, some people just lightly stabbed the tyrannical and aggressive dragon kingdom into a thousand holes, and they couldn't take care of themselves."

"You know what that means?"

Overbearing, aggressive...

Full of holes, overwhelmed with self-care...

mean what?

Thales couldn't help but think of the nightmare night in Dragon Clouds City.

dragon blood.

He looked at Cyril who was pointing at himself, and cleared his throat unnaturally:

"You think too highly of me."

The prince sighed:

"Six years ago, it was just an accident, even more a tragedy, and I didn't have any credit for it..."

Cyril interrupted him coldly: "I didn't say it was your credit."

"Be less self-indulgent."

Thales choked on this sentence, and his face became quite ugly.

The unpopular Duke snorted coldly:

"As I said, from the Battle of the End to the Year of Blood, Falkenhauser has followed Canxing since ancient times."

He pointed to the ancient Imperial sword leaning against the wall.

"In the past seven hundred years, the Vigilante has witnessed a lot of history," Cyril said with great dignity:

"More than you can imagine."

Feeling Cyril's cold gaze, Thales felt an ominous premonition.

"So I know."

I only heard His Excellency Duke whisper softly:

"The so-called 'disaster befalling the world' in Dragon Clouds City is definitely not an accident, or a rare coincidence."

Disaster befell the world.

It's no accident.

At that moment, Thales pressed his thigh tightly.

Fortunately, Cyril didn't look at him again.

His Excellency the Duke walked to the window, looking at the camp quietly:

"Although they are subtly covered up and blurred, rendered and whitewashed every time they appear, and then over time, they eventually become passers-by's hearsay and bedtime stories..."

"But I know they exist and they are real."

exists and is real.

Taylor let out a sigh of relief.

He took a deep breath, covering up the change of mood.

Cyril's voice became more and more urgent:

"And every time they appear, they are inseparable from our world."

The next moment, the Guardian Duke of the West Wilderness turned around abruptly, and his eyes shot straight at Thales like lightning!

"No matter what happened in Dragon Clouds City, it was your father who did it."

He said categorically:

"He and Morat that old viper, in a certain way."

It was your father who did it.

Thales looked back at the other party quietly, enduring the bloody memory rolling back and forth in his mind.

But no matter how he ignored it, he couldn't help but think of those pictures:

The blue light in Ashida's eyes, the purple lines on Giza's face, the tears on Xiao Hua's cheeks, the scarred body of Hei Jian, the weird big mouth on Raphael's arm.

as well as……

King Nun's head on the ground.

"Your father's chessboard is ruthless, and you don't know what his next move will be."

"Is it ignoring the rules, or overturning the chessboard."

At this time, the Duke's face was serious and his tone was indifferent:

"Son, be strong."

"Don't be a pawn to be manipulated and sacrificed at will."

Arbitrary.

Sacrifice at will.

Feeling the obvious provocation from the other party, Thales took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"I am his heir, and my interests are the same as his."

The prince's tone was rather refusal.

"My safety is related to the stability of his rule."

"And he's my father."

But this is just another ridicule from Cyril:

"Who knows."

Duke Falkenhauser said coldly:

"Four hundred years ago, the 'Ascension King' Elan Canxing I killed his son to sacrifice to the gods in order to pray for victory."

Killing sons to sacrifice to gods.

Thales' breathing was stagnant, and he clenched his fists.

The Duke looked into the distance with a long tone:

"And every day, your father is making new history."

Thales closed his eyes.

"Your father and his enemies..."

"Six years ago, because of your appearance, the outcome of the first round was decided."

"But six years later, from the day you return to China, the second round will begin."

The Duke's tone was a bit scary:

"And that never gets easier."

The room fell silent again.

Until Thales slowly opened his eyes.

"So, Your Excellency, the Duke, neither belongs to the nobility, nor is it a third party loyal to the royal power."

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that the prince at this moment was a little different.

"If that day really comes," Thales looked straight at him:

"Can I count on your strength?"

The two were silent for a while.

It seems that they all know what such a moment means.

A few seconds later, the Duke spoke slowly, without a smile on his face:

"If I were the one-eyed dragon of Yadi, I'd say 'yes'."

Thales snorted lightly in his nose:

"But you're not."

The Duke nodded slowly, then shook his head again:

"I'm not."

The prince sighed softly.

certainly.

He gets it.

But Thales immediately remembered something, and laughed out loud.

"Did you know that people in the Northland don't ask 'can you'?"

The prince's tone was quite nostalgic:

"They just asked 'do it or not'."

The Duke couldn't help but startled.

But a few seconds later, Falkenhauser chuckled:

"Sometimes I'm quite grateful to the people of the Northland—even if they don't have any brains, at least they raised an interesting prince for us."

Thales also laughed:

"This is the third time you have scolded them. Why do you hate people from the Northland so much?"

Duke Cyril paused for a moment, with complicated expressions on his face.

"Because my mother-in-law is from the Northland."

Thales froze for a moment.

His Excellency the Duke looked at Thales, and waved his fingers in a serious manner: "I will give you a piece of advice..."

"Don't learn from me."

After saying that, before the astonished Thales could react, the Duke of Xihuang laughed out loud.

Amidst the other party's sharp and mean laughter, Thales' face gradually turned cold.

"How can I be sure?"

The Duke's laughter stopped abruptly.

The prince stared at Cyril closely, and his words were full of caution:

"The third party—although you're talking about the sky, how can I know that you don't just want to push me to the cusp of the struggle and use me as a shield and a battering ram?"

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Until Falkenhauser let out a long breath, as if he had figured out something.

He sneered, and looked back at Thales:

"A year ago, when you were playing with making snowmen in Dragon Clouds City..."

"Your father sent a secret letter asking us to mobilize the army to rescue his heir to the throne and return home."

Thales thought slightly:

a year ago?

How long has the prince returned to the country, this game of chess, this game?

Cyril seemed to be in a daze, and continued:

"The princes of the Western Wilderness—my vassals thought they had seized a rare opportunity, and they were so hotheaded that they took the opportunity to make things difficult and blackmail them, and wanted to return to the Blade Camp from the royal family's 'trusteeship', and His Majesty happily accepted."

Having said that, Duke Falkenhauser's eyes froze:

"But one of my courtiers once dissuaded me from sending troops. He thought it was a trap with malicious intentions."

Thales frowned.

The Duke looked coldly at the Saber Camp under the window, and turned around suddenly.

"But Falkenhauser still sent troops."

"Even though I know there's something wrong with it."

"Do you know why?"

Thales stared at him silently for a few seconds, and looked away.

"You said so."

The prince looked away, slightly sarcastic:

"Facing the vassals, you don't want to be the one who replaced the king and prevented the princes from regaining their power, and fell under the attack from both sides."

He sneered:

"For example, now, aren't you pushed out by them to get back the place? A third party?"

This time, Falkenhauser watched him for a long time.

"No."

The Duke spoke slowly

"because……"

"From the cruel His Majesty the King to the fanatical princes of the Western Wilderness, among the participants in this power game, I am the only one."

The only one?

Thales was slightly taken aback.

"When the Legendary Wing and my vassals are all staring at the Saber Camp, no one cares about the business in the desert, no one cares about the heir to the kingdom who should be the protagonist..."

Cyril slowly became serious:

"I'm the only one who believes..."

"I believe, compared to the ownership of the Saber Camp, compared to the power of the nobles, compared to the success or failure of His Majesty..."

The Duke bent his back, almost put his head on the crutches, glanced obliquely at Thales from a distance, and pointed at the second prince with his right hand on the crutches:

"Rescue you, rescue Prince Thales Canxing and return home safely."

"That's what everyone should really care about—the number one priority."

Thales stared blankly at Falkenhauser with complicated emotions.

Cyril straightened his waist, concealing his old and haggard appearance just now.

His eyes are sharp, as if they can see through everything.

"All right."

Thales spoke with difficulty:

"You're not bad at talking nicely..."

But the Duke spoke again and interrupted him!

"so!"

"I prevented some lords from secretly leaking the news to Extres and obstructing your return to the country."

Cyril raised his voice.

Thales was taken aback.

The Duke's tone became melodious, greatly reducing the sharpness of his voice:

"That's why Baron Guz led the most efficient Raven Whistle Light Cavalry, against the orders of his immediate superiors, and spared no effort to search for you, even the orcs."

Thales didn't react for a moment.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

Baron Gouz.

Crow Whistle Qingqi.

The familiar term made Thales look up suddenly!

"who?"

He stared at Cyril:

"Who are you talking about?"

But Falkenhauser just watched him with interest.

Two seconds later, the Duke seemed to have admired Thales' expression enough, and then said slowly:

"so……"

"You and your caravan, after you parted ways with the strange Kandar Nushan in the desert, you can go all the way smoothly and reach the Blade Camp without hindrance."

Thales' thinking paused for a moment.

Caravan.

Kandar Nushan.

All the way smoothly, without any obstacles...

impossible.

Thales stared blankly at the indifferent Duke:

"how do you know--"

But Thales lowered his head, biting down on the next words.

He remembered.

"Baron Gouz."

Thales subconsciously said:

"I met in the desert, the commander who was chasing orcs with the freak team..."

Thales raised his head and looked straight at Cyril, but couldn't hide the surprise in his tone:

"Is he your man?"

Cyril chuckled, confident and relaxed.

"Before he was named the Baron of Emory Town under the Chromar family, Van Goose was my courtier."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Until Thales exhaled with difficulty.

"So……"

He asked in disbelief:

"Whether I met the army in the desert, or I entered the Saber Camp, you have always...know?"

and.

If the Baron was one of his men, he heard it in my tavern...

The Duke let out a disturbing chuckle.

"More than that."

At that moment, Cyril's sinister sneer sounded very creepy:

"I also know that the Saber camp is full of ominousness, I know that there must be something strange about the movements of the royal standing army, I know that Williams' mercenary dog legs are about to move, and I also know that the orcs that Guz met in the desert are by no means a coincidence .”

The Duke's words were like a steel knife, reflecting sharp cold light.

what did he say?

Thales breathed in surprise.

Camp Saber is ominous.

The movement of the standing army.

The mercenary dog legs are ready to move.

Orcs are no coincidence.

This information, this intelligence...

This means...

Thales frowned and looked at the Duke:

"You know everything... but you didn't show up, you didn't come to me, and you didn't intervene in the camp's struggle. When the Legendary Wings regained the camp, you didn't help the lords of the West Wilderness. You just, just..."

Cyril exhaled in relief:

"I just let Guz run away after making sure you get into the camp. I just let the skull guards of the Falkenhauser family rotate out early, away from the center of the vortex, away from this trap of catching a turtle in a urn."

"Let that bastard Williams finish his hunt."

Thales couldn't help asking:

"Why?"

"Before everything started, you obviously had the intelligence and ability to reverse the situation, but you just sat and watched the conflict between the royal family and Xihuang, and your vassals... suffered heavy losses?"

The Duke of Xihuang laughed.

"Because this conflict is necessary, and it can only end like this."

Cyril looked at the Saber camp outside the window, and seemed to be thinking deeply:

"The princes of the Western Wilderness lost this round, lost their troops and prestige, and were ashamed; His Majesty won this round, kept the Saber camp, and beat the opponent."

"Both sides are just going back to the previous situation."

With a thought, Thales suddenly figured it out.

Sure enough, Cyril turned around:

"But just imagine, if I successfully interfered with His Majesty's casual chess game, forced away the royal standing army, spared the losses of the princes, and helped them regain control of the western front... Then Xihuang will welcome the next one. What are the consequences?"

Thales sighed.

The Duke continued:

"Will those stupid vassals of mine, while celebrating each other's crowns, accept it as soon as they are satisfied, or will they make more progress?"

"And a person like your father will accept the reality and give up, or will he look at me and Xihuang's strength and attitude with admiration..."

Cyril's tone became terrible:

"Go all out and pay back a hundred times?"

The Duke sneered.

"That's where the problem comes..."

Falkenhauser's ugly face showed deep ravines:

"Will the ruins become the next Cold Castle, or the next Dragon Clouds City?"

"Sometimes, doing nothing is the best option."

Thales leaned against the wall exhaustedly.

The Duke's words were very light, but they gave him a sense of overwhelming weight.

He had just returned from the Northland, and he was used to the Yankees' style of fighting at the slightest disagreement, intimidating and intimidating - at least for the nobles.

But after today, he suddenly understood a lot.

Star Kingdom implements another set of game rules.

Another...shackles of power.

The prince's eyes darkened.

"Now, is that enough proof?"

Cyril said coldly:

"I am neither the nobleman you imagined, nor your father."

"It's a real third party in Xingchen, a life-and-death colosseum."

third party.

Thales closed his eyes tightly.

There was silence for almost thirty seconds.

Until Cyril slowly said: