Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales looked at Falkenhauser's receding back in disbelief, listening to the sound of his crutches gradually diminish until it was barely noticeable.

After a while, the prince let out a sigh of relief.

"Yordle, do you know that guy?"

Thales grabbed the ancient imperial sword left by Cyril, digesting the astonishment just now.

A faint voice came from the air behind him:

"Unfamiliar."

"Unfamiliar?" Thales frowned slightly.

Feeling the weight of the "Warner", the young man slowly pulled away its gleaming sword edge.

Its hilt is so long that it can almost be held back and forth with both hands as a large sword or even a spear.

It's slightly lighter than Ricky's Eternal Truth, but has the same perfectly balanced center of gravity.

It is a rare good sword.

but why……

Just to show the outside world, the Duke of Xihuang gave the prince a sword?

"Damn Falkenhauser."

Thales sighed, looking at the black gemstone in the center of the sword grid that looked much lower-key than "Eternal Truth".

"Do you believe what he said?"

Thales twisted the long-handled sword in his hand, and slowly became familiar with this new weapon.

The voice of the mask guard sounded faintly:

"and you?"

The Vigilant paused in the air.

Thales took a deep breath, and slowly retracted the sword back into its sheath.

Falkenhauser.

"I always thought that he was just an elite monster."

Thales looked at the Saber camp under the window,

The eyes are ethereal.

"result……"

Thales said in a daze:

"It's a boss."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"I do not understand."

Thales put the long sword on the table, shook his head, and came back to his senses:

"It's nothing, it's just a saying I learned from Exeter."

But this time, Jodl replied quickly:

"There is no such saying in the Northland."

Thales paused, but he reacted very quickly:

"Ah, you didn't follow me to the North..."

But the boy suddenly remembered something.

etc.

Yodel.

Northland.

Thales turned around abruptly and looked behind him.

"Yordle, when I was in the north."

Thales hesitated a bit:

"I met Kashan the Scarlet Witch."

There was no answer, Thales could only hear the wind outside the window.

This made him especially uneasy.

"She said she was yours...and she and the Black Prophet..."

Thales raised his head and looked at the empty, unreliable void.

"is that true?"

Still no answer.

Thales exhaled lightly.

"Yordle?"

The room remained silent.

Thales lowered his head in disappointment, understanding the other party's "silent resistance".

"Okay, that's it, just keep ignoring me."

Thales sat back on the chair listlessly and brought the dinner plate back.

"Cold violence."

he murmured.

But this time, the voice of the masked guard resounded with some unnatural trills.

"My background is classified and not honorable."

"I don't want to bother you."

Thales' hand holding the grilled fish stopped in mid-air.

Not glorious.

bother you.

Thales put down the food in his hand and sighed.

Is it.

but……

Why not yourself?

Thinking of this, Thales' lips curled up.

In the next second, Thales turned around and looked solemnly at the void.

"No, Yoddle."

He said seriously:

"You will never be dishonorable to me."

The air was as quiet as ever.

Thales didn't wait for a response, but he wasn't discouraged either.

"besides."

The prince showed a smile:

"You never bothered me."

Still an awkward silence.

But Thales no longer struggled, just laughed at himself, turned around, and continued to deal with his own food.

But at this moment.

"thank you."

A very light hoarse voice floated from the air.

As if it was squeezed out from nowhere, thanks to Thales' senses that have been tempered by the crime of Hell River all year round, it will not be missed. .

Tels paused for a moment, but didn't hear any more.

"Is this the end?"

The boy didn't look back, but just shrugged.

As he expected, there was no sound behind him.

Thales sighed regretfully.

Even if...

Say one more word?

Thales didn't worry about it anymore, he got rid of the grudges in his heart, and focused on the food in front of him.

But it seemed that Moshen didn't like to see him eat in peace. Thales just ate a few pieces of meat and a few mouthfuls of cold porridge, and hurried and restless footsteps sounded from the stairs down the room.

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Heavier than Falkenhauser's footsteps.

Thales subconsciously held the alerter on the side of the table, and heard the door being opened again with a bang.

A clear and pleasant, but unceremonious voice suddenly sounded:

"Have you seen him?"

he.

It's him again.

Thales closed his eyes in pain and opened them again.

The prince rubbed his face into a smile, and then turned around on the chair:

"who?"

Sure enough, with undisguised footsteps, Baron Saber, His Excellency Roman Williams walked into the room of His Royal Highness without any scruples and even aggressively, wearing a sandstorm (even without taking off his turban), and left standing The subordinates Frank and Snake Hand at the door, including the dozen or so people behind them, were trembling and dared not utter a word.

"Who else?"

Even though he was dusty, Roman was still radiant, his eyes were spitting fire, and he could see that he was in a very bad mood.

While looking around the room with the eyes of searching for an assassin, he said angrily:

"That sour ugly old thing Falkenhauser, he came to you? What did he say to you?"

Sour ugly old thing.

Thales muttered this title in his heart.

If the Duke of Xihuang and Baron Saber have at least one thing in common, it must be their perception of each other.

At least they both describe each other appropriately.

Thales coughed and put down the weapon on his hand:

"Actually, I have nothing with him..."

But before Thales finished speaking, Legend Wing, who tore off his hood, strode forward with a sense of oppression, and stretched out his hand suddenly!

"Snapped!"

The prince was stunned.

I saw Roman, full of the aura of someone who was about to freeze to death, tightly grasping Thales' left wrist.

Under Thales' astonished gaze, Legend Wing coldly held the hilt of the sword, pulled the blade of "Warning" from Thales' left hand, and then let him go.

Thales looked at the empty scabbard and twitched his eyebrows.

this……

I saw Roman shaking the long sword back and forth with a murderous expression, and finally fixed his gaze on the rough engraving on the bottom of the hilt.

"f."

Roman stared at the engraving and raised his head coldly:

"f, the 'f' of Falkenhauser."

Taylor's head suddenly became dilated, and he shook the empty scabbard in his hand:

"Um, yes, but this"

Roman snorted coldly, not giving him a chance to speak out.

"Good sword."

I just heard the deep irony that even Nicolai could hear from Legend Wings, said:

"Good prince."

"I let you live here, but it is convenient for you to give and receive and ask for bribes behind my back, isn't it?"

Asking for bribes?

Thales was taken aback.

He looked at the warning in Roman's hand, and suddenly felt an indefensible sense of injustice:

"I"

But the next moment, Roman moved his arm, and the sword light stabbed at him!

Everyone was taken aback!

Thales only had time to raise the scabbard and block it in front of him.

"swish"

There was a friction between leather and metal, and when Thales came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that the Warner had been perfectly inserted back into the scabbard in his hand.

Fits perfectly, with unrivaled precision.

This... how did he do it?

Frank and the Snake Hand behind Roman were already pale, and both of them stepped into the room with half their feet, their arms stretched forward, and they still maintained the expressions of "don't want it, my lord" or "that's a prince".

"If you like their gift so much, Canxing..."

Roman lowered his arms, forced back the subordinate's grievance with his eyes, and then looked coldly at Thales, who was still in shock.

"Then get out tomorrow and be with those lords."

"Get out of my place."

Legendary Wing said fiercely, then turned and left.

Thales looked at the alerter in his hand, but he hadn't recovered yet:

"But"

Roman's footsteps stopped by the door frame.

"As for you, Nameless One."

Legendary Wings didn't even look back:

"You know how that plank is so dented when you think you're perfectly hidden there?"

Thales was taken aback and looked towards the floor of the room.

But if he does not enter the senses of hell, he will not be able to see what is wrong with such a flat floor anyway.

The "freak" captain at the door, Snake Hand, also had the same expression.

"And you, freaks."

Legend Wing suddenly turned his head, and the Serpent's Hand and the "freaks" behind him trembled visibly.

"I don't care how many soldiers they have, how noble they are, how capable their subordinates are, and I don't care how weird this broken tower is, how scared you are, how tired your shifts are."

Thales couldn't see Roman's expression, but he could feel the chill in that tone:

"Next time, you will let outsiders break into our territory unscrupulously."

"Just go back to the prison of bones."

The snake hand, who still wanted to please or justify something, immediately fell silent in fright, and stood at attention.

In the next second, following the rumbling footsteps, Legend Wing went downstairs with Frank with a face full of "You can do it yourself", leaving Snake Hand and others to close the door with a hundredfold respect and caution.

The footsteps of Roman and his personal guard rolled away.

Thales in the room was still holding the sword, with a confused look on his face.

just……

what happens?

In the old ghost prince's tower, Roman Williams, who was going down the stairs step by step, said nothing, and the guards behind him didn't dare to speak out.

Everyone knows that the current Legendary Wing is the worst time to mess with.

"Frank."

Legendary Wings suddenly spoke.

Frank behind him immediately responded respectfully yes.

Just listen to Roman coldly said:

"Go and tell those noisy nobles, every noble soldier we caught in the camp yesterday... If you don't pay enough compensation, none of them will get out of prison."

Frank, who was just about to nod his head, was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing it, he said in embarrassment:

"But some of them are heirs of great noble families, and their identities are sensitive..."

But with a cold snort from Roman, he forced back his next words.

"Yes, those people."

Legendary Wings turned a corner of the stairs and said coldly:

"Twenty times more."

Frank hesitated again.

After a few seconds, Frank sighed:

"Well, they're going to hate us even more."

Roman's footsteps stopped.

The dozen or so people behind the baron stopped in unison, as if they had rehearsed a thousand times, their movements were neat and without stagnation.

"very good."

Legendary Wing said coldly:

"And the reason why we can gain a foothold here..."

Speaking of this, Roman suddenly raised his head, and went to the stairs above his head, his eyes were fixed in the darkness on the top floor:

"Precisely because they hate us."

Frank froze.

But his commander didn't speak any more, just stepped out of the tower.

In the room on the top floor, Thales looked at the door suspiciously, and looked at the long sword in his hand in embarrassment.

He suddenly had a hunch that this might be one of Falkenhauser's goals.

Let everyone see that the prince accepted the gift from the Falkenhauser family.

However, the words he said to himself...

[Hold on to it, hold on to your sword. 】

[Don't lose it. 】

After a while, Thales could only sigh.

That bloody, sour, ugly old thing.

Has he always been like this?

What did he say to Prince Hayman back then?

Thinking of this name, and remembering that Heyman died here, Thales lost his appetite.

Heyman and Shadow Shield.

What kind of connection do they have?

As for the... Teng who has been mentioned by countless people?

Who is he?

Thales' expression paused.

He remembered something.

The prince stood up, walked quickly to his luggage, and rummaged through it.

After a few seconds, he finally took out the roll of precious letter paper.

But the moment he opened it, Thales stopped.

"Yordle," Thales took a deep breath, "How much do you know about my fourth uncle, Haiman Canxing?"

A few seconds later, there was the usual, faint answer in the air:

"Unfamiliar."

very good.

Thales closed his eyes lightly.

"I guess so."

The prince smiled, then opened his eyes.

The next moment, Thales unfolded the letter paper that meant a lot to him cautiously but without hesitation.

To my angry kitty:

You did not write to me.

After our meeting eight months and twenty-one years ago, which was as precious as gold but broke up badly.

You may not understand.

You may not understand what kind of mood I am writing this letter with.

As the end of that quarrel.

That's right, Cat, you've always been sharp and empathetic, and your instincts are sharp and to the point.

But, my most precious friend and lover, you may not understand what you mean to me.

You turn around and leave, free and easy, proud and sassy.

But took everything from me.

In the past eight months, no matter how urgent the official business was, it became boring and cumbersome, no matter how wonderful life was, it became boring, and the best friends we met every day became mediocre. It also became dull.

Do you know, my dear cat, from baby to man, from prince to viscount.

No one, no one, no one ever did this to me.

Treat Haiman Canxing like this.

Not my father, not my mother, not Midil, not Horace, not Maester Therom and Sister Aaron, not even my grandmother.

Simplicity, innocence, kindness, sincerity, optimism, they took a lot from me.

But they never took everything away.

everything.

They never ruthlessly dragged me out of the noble palace and under the gorgeous mask, pushed me into the muddy abyss, let me tear my heart and lungs in the torrential rain and the cold moonlight, and suffered so much, just to show my chest The scarred heart in the heart.

Because I don't allow it.

Heyman might not be known for his combat prowess.

But believe me, at heart, he was a warrior who never surrendered to anyone.

No one can make him bow his head and surrender, compromise and admit defeat.

nobody.

Except you, cat.

you.

only you.

The emptiness and pain of losing you has been tormenting me, abusing me, tearing me apart, even overcoming my pride and dignity, my defense and ego, all my pride and self-esteem are vulnerable to them.

I was as hysterical as a sleazy scumbag, lost my mind, couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, hell, that was the most despised drama scene I've ever seen.

You know, Cat, I'd be happier killing me than admitting it.

But none of that matters anymore.

Before I met you, I was high-spirited and self-respecting.

After parting with you, I am useless and feel sorry for myself.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

If one of us has to bow first in haughty indifference, then I want you to know, Cat.

In the days without you, I am miserable and tortured.

I can't stop missing your heart, I can't stop writing to you, I can't take away your reflection in the mirror.

All over my body, the only thing I have the right to control is the childish impulse to completely give up and completely fall for you, regardless of decency and dignity, regardless of pride and tradition.

Cat, for eight months, I have often thought:

What brings about our differences and discord?

Are each other's sensitive identities?

Is it the unblessed future?

Is it a completely different life?

Is it a difficult character?

Is it the experience of heaven and earth?

But just like every time we argue about responsibility and freedom, life and love, unity and independence, reality and dreams, when we argue about who has the higher rhetorical achievement between Cahill Yeluo and Boserka Andy, what we face Right result is the same.

There is no answer.

Until recently, during the years when turmoil was raging everywhere and the kingdom was in dire straits, I suddenly understood.

I understand what is most important to me, to us, in the days when there is no tomorrow.

Just now, the night bugle sounded at the Saber Camp.

But what flashed in my mind was our first meeting.

That night, you pointed your sword at me, and with a contemptuous smile that I will never forget, you said softly:

This kitten can take your heart out.

you did it.

cat.

If you don't believe me, my cruel and sweet friend, just bow your head slightly.

Now, do you see it?

My heart, which is weak and bloody, but also undisguised sincerity.

It is lying quietly in the palm of your hand.

Lying in the fate it was destined to fall into.

willingly.

At this moment, soldiers and civilians were bustling under the watchtower, but I suddenly understood the pointless insistence of Little Kessel in my opinion.

He loved her, madly in love with that humble and notorious little police officer.

He loves her whole being more than anything else in the world.

Then he can naturally give up everything for her, risking the disgrace of the world, giving up the decent marriage promise, giving up the surname of Canxing, giving up the status of prince, giving up the property of the royal family, giving up the right to inherit the throne, giving up... the strictness of his father... like.

I, his brother, were a coward by comparison.

It's me, cat.

It's always been me.

It's me who dragged you down.

It is my unnecessary concerns and dignity that have been hindering you and hindering our future.

Cat, you have always been free and unfettered, proud, elegant, brave and strong, and you will never hesitate for your goals and do everything at all.

As the so-called son of the king, after Canxing, I am depressed, burdened, sensitive and fragile, with many worries.

Status, identity, age, gap, the outside world, the decency of the royal family, and the responsibility of the prince.

Excuses, everything is an excuse.

It is an excuse that I am enjoying the joy of being with you and asking for your consideration and understanding, but I am unwilling to make sacrifices.

You are right, cat.

Maybe cutting open the chest, slicing the skull, tearing the skin, and the star Haiman who really showed in the sun is just a coward who has a false name, has no responsibility, and dare not face his true self.

Now, the information about the emergency in the desert and the abnormal gathering of orcs and bone people is placed on my desktop.

But I can't help but miss the time we spent together over the years.

I miss your light footsteps, your moving voice, your timeless poems, your innocent smile, beautiful lips and clear eyes.

There is also your figure of stepping on the dew in the forest and dancing under the moon.

I can quote classics and eloquently in front of the most dangerous enemy, talk rationally and calmly in front of the most cunning profiteers, and behave calmly and freely in the most critical situation.

But I can't, I can't stay strong and confident in the letter I wrote for you. At this moment, even the tip of my pen is trembling, and my handwriting is as ugly as an orc's painting.

But I get it, Cat.

You gave me the most precious opportunity to discover the real me.

My world is only meaningful if it is related to you.

But when I think that I will lose you because of a pointless or not so pointless quarrel, my heart will be as painful as a knife.

You are like the rain from the sky, washing away all my filth, washing away my muddled pretense, and watering all my madness.

What would I be without you?

No.

I can't imagine it anymore.

So I get it, pussy.

I love you.

There are no conditions. No matter the cost. Without hesitation.

Give it up, nothing else.

without it.

Looking at the handwriting that was getting a bit confusing but still maintained a different kind of beauty, Thales, who was reading the letter silently, couldn't help noticing that between these few lines, the ink had melted a little, as if it had been stained...

tear stains.

Thales was in a daze for a few seconds before continuing to read.

but.

Maybe you don't understand, but at the risk of angering you again, my pussy.

Apart from you and me, in this filthy world, I have one more thing to do.

One last thing.

I know that during our time together, I shouldn't pollute your eyes and ears with my annoying mundane affairs, and I also know that you are tired of me worrying about boring and meaningless government affairs, and I know that you have never been used to me worrying about everything Worrying side.

sorry.

But since you left, I have no one to talk to.

I can't tell you how hard it is right now.

Blood relatives, family, kingdom, politics, history, future, everything is intertwined and cannot be freed or struggled.

Sorry cat, I love you.

But I can't just walk away, in their most desperate moment.

I want to beg you to forgive me, my cat, my love, the blood of my heart, the sin of my birth, the source of my madness.

forgive me.

Forgive me for going into the bottomless vortex myself, even disregarding our already dawning future.

But as you said, you love me not for my body, not for my poetry, nor for my status.

It's about loving that little light that's deep in my soul.

Now, that light suddenly flickered.

It tells me what to do.

After that, my cat, no matter how heavy the shackles of cruel reality put on us, no matter how many obstacles each other’s identities will leave for us, no matter what answer our father will make to our love, no matter what fate will A blessing or a curse to our union.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, in the history of the family, we have never been the only ones who have offended the gods arrogantly, but the gods have never protected us with mercy.

I love you, cat.

forever.

wait for me.

Waiting for me to finish everything in this suffocating vortex and pay off my debts.

wait for me.

The one who loves you, hope is also the one you love

hn star

On the evening of the 19th, at the Saber Camp

[Fate is like poetry, how do you know the rhyme? 】

And again: I will let Roman convey this letter. Since the Taino you are familiar with passed away unfortunately, he has been my most reliable messenger. He knows the route to the Half Tower, but he has a sad temper and is sometimes a little skinny.

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