Kingdom’s Bloodline

Listening to the other party's self-introduction, Thales couldn't help but secretly clenched his fists.

Chroma.

certainly.

Thales said silently: He knows the name.

In the battle of the end seven hundred years ago, Prince Tormund, who was not yet the King of Restoration, was defeated in an ambush in the "Battle of Cold Wind" and fell into a heavy siege.

Even the crows that asked for help were hunted one by one by the enemy's falcons in the air, and hope was cut off.

In the darkest moment, a messenger in charge of raising ravens found a wounded and exhausted raven on the battlefield.

The messenger is humble but young and fearless. Under the desperate eyes of everyone, he hugged the last wounded crow, sneaked into the siege, broke through the blockade of the falcon and the bow and crossbow, and at the moment before he missed and was captured, he died on the battlefield. The edge let it go.

A miracle happened.

The wounded crow, which couldn't even fly high in the sky, finally brought back reinforcements from the Northlanders, saved the situation, saved the prince, and achieved the eternally famous battle of "Reversing the Cold Wind".

A few years later, Tormund became king, and on the day when the country was founded, the orderly who was lucky enough to survive was granted the imperial title, promoted to earl, and became one of the thirteen noble families in the kingdom. His surname became the three most prominent families in the Western Wilderness. one.

This legendary story was finally shortened to one sentence, which became the motto of the Chromar family:

One-winged savior.

And the legendary letter crow, which was born and died with the orderly, with only one wing left, was painted on the album, embroidered with flags, and printed on the robes, which became the reason for the name of Wing Fort, and became the foundation of the Chromar family for seven hundred years. Coming family crest:

One-winged crow.

Thales took a deep breath and looked at the knight in front of him.

Therefore, the so-called "Thundercrows" saw more than a hundred crow whistle light cavalry in the desert, including those heavy cavalrymen who faced the orcs head-on, and the baron who took 60% of the goods from the freaks ...

Everything is at his command.

Thales smiled, and held the other's palm without hesitation:

"Nice to meet you,

His Excellency the Earl of Wingburg. "

The Earl of Wingburg smiled back, and he gently let go of the prince's hand.

"I know that you have been exhausted on the way home and have gone through twists and turns, Your Highness, but please rest assured."

Dele turned sideways, revealing the thirteen flags behind him.

"According to the plan, from now on, I, my two hundred crow whistle light cavalry, and one hundred horsemen from the twelve families under Yibao will join your escort team until you return safely to the Fuxing Palace."

Thales looked serious.

"I appreciate it."

Dele glanced at the freaks and frowned.

"So, this is the man Baron Williams sent to escort you home?"

"Western Wilderness Standing Army, twenty..."

The count just glanced casually, and then reported the number:

"Twenty-five?"

"To escort the prince?"

Snake Hand's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Earl, Earl..."

He looked very nervous, hesitatingly said:

"Well, I, no, cough cough, I, we are monsters...we are stardust...I mean, we are the Baron..."

But Dele didn't even look at him, he just said to Thales:

"Although Baron Saber is busy with his duties, I must take offense and say that this is very inappropriate."

"Especially, the baron is a direct vassal of the royal family."

Snake Hand is a little anxious:

"No, that... the Baron..."

Thales sighed.

"I told the Baron not to disperse his forces for me, and he had to follow orders," the prince had no choice but to pick up the conversation, and relieved the embarrassed snake:

"After all, the Saber Camp has just experienced a lot of hardships."

The snake hand looked at him gratefully.

Dele was silent for a while, and he looked at Thales fixedly.

The prince smiled back.

"I see."

A few seconds later, Dele looked around and smiled:

"Indeed, he cannot disperse his forces now."

The snake hand wanted to say something, but Dele had already turned around.

Snake Hand could only turn his head back, angrily responding to Spirit Blade's "shameful" muttering.

I saw the Earl of Wing Castle raised his voice and ordered to his subordinates:

"Tell Van Klein and Cardi behind, call out the second and third teams, and go to the capital with me."

"The prince's return team must not lose face."

His voice is not loud, but his commands are clear and powerful.

Looking at the orderly leaving in a hurry, Thales couldn't help frowning.

"Your Excellency, thank you for your kindness, but it doesn't have to be like this..."

Ke Dele turned around abruptly:

"Forgive my insistence, Your Highness."

Thales was taken aback by his seriousness.

"Wandering for six years and returning to the capital, in the eyes of the Star People, will you return home with honor or failure..."

Dele stared at Thales, as if he wanted to stare his soul out of his eyes:

"It's very important."

"Prince Thales."

Thales stared at him blankly, momentarily confused about the count in front of him.

Dele narrowed his eyes:

"And we can't be too careful, after all, you never know where the threat will come from."

Facing the serious-looking Earl, Thales had countless thoughts in his heart.

The biggest thought among them was the words of Duke Xihuang yesterday.

[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. 】

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

A few seconds later, Thales suppressed redundant thoughts and nodded politely and kindly:

"Thank you, you are very thoughtful."

Dele also nodded respectfully and smiled again:

"Thank you for your understanding."

But the earl's words changed:

"I heard that Lord Cyril has already met with you?"

Cyril Falkenhauser.

Thales twitched his eyebrows unconsciously when he heard the name.

"Yes, just yesterday, he came to... visit me."

Dele looked at him for a while, then smiled and said:

"Oh, I understand how you feel."

understand?

Recalling the conversation with the Duke of Xihuang, Thales snorted in his heart.

Really?

But Dele seemed to see through his thoughts, and saw the young Earl of Wingburg chuckle softly:

"A long time ago, after I finished my first conversation with the Duke, it took me a whole month to figure out what exactly he said to me during the whole hour of laughing and cursing."

Dele's smile was a little helpless:

"And that's not counting the rhetoric and metaphors that come out of his mouth."

Rhetoric and metaphor.

Thales remembered something and hummed involuntarily.

He looked at Dele in front of him empathetically:

"Is it."

Thales laughed dryly:

"Then you know him pretty well."

But Dele's reaction was beyond his expectations.

"No, Your Highness."

This time, Earl Cromer's response was quick, half teasing, half serious:

"I never knew His Excellency the Duke."

I saw the owner of the one-winged crow, the young Earl of Wingburg, narrowed his eyes, and seemed to have a deep meaning:

"not at all."

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The Saber Camp, a dilapidated and remote house.

A figure leaning on crutches and wearing a thick leather robe walked slowly into the room.

"I asked Gao He to save you and give you back the hiding place, not to let you drink up my wine in stock."

In the dark room, a man sitting in front of the table slowly turned his head and snorted lightly, quite indifferently.

The man was wrapped in thick bandages from his head and shoulders to his hands and feet, and he let out an ugly laugh:

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, my savior."

He looked at the visitors and held up a wine bottle drunkenly

"Fortunately, I still have one bottle left. Look, it's this bottle..."

The next second, the man let go, there was a crackling sound, the wine bottle fell to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.

The guest frowned as the drink splashed on his boots and fur coat.

"Oh," the bandaged man spread his hands and smiled maliciously:

"Now the last bottle is gone."

In the darkness, the guest was silent for a while, and did not sit down, but said quietly:

"Tomorrow, you will leave the camp with our convoy, go back by yourself."

The man's body froze.

"go back?"

He came back to his senses, and his slack eyes became clearer:

"What about the mission? What about the brat?"

The guest snorted softly, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was dry and unpleasant:

"I went to see him and he was protected."

"Impossible."

The man paused for a while.

"impossible?"

He murmured and repeated, the drunkenness gradually subsided, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious:

"That damned cub..."

The man thumped the table hard, stood up, gritted his teeth and said to the guest:

"No, no, you can't, but I can! Give me the route and sentry arrangement, I can touch it in the middle of the night—"

But the guest turned him down mercilessly:

"No, you can't."

The guest looked at the bandages on the man's body and pouted his chin:

"You were beaten badly."

The man shook his head impatiently, hummed and waved his hands:

"It's just a minor injury, trust me, you should go see another guy."

"He is much worse than me."

The guest in the dark didn't speak, he just looked carefully at the man in bandages.

"I want to believe you."

The guest put his hands on the crutches, his eyes were cold, and his tone was profound:

"Can I?"

This made the man pause again.

The man's eyes shot through the bandages and stared at the guest for a while.

A few seconds later, the man exhaled and sat down heavily.

"Don't worry, no one will suspect you."

The man seemed to have figured out something, and said angrily:

"Secret Department, Dragon Clouds City, including that smart brat, they all think that I work for the king, I mean, 'our' king."

The man rubbed his head desperately and hissed slightly, as if he had a headache.

The guest rubbed the back of his hand and hummed softly:

"But it's also true, isn't it?"

The man let out a heavy breath, he raised a finger, and looked at the other person very unhappy:

"Hey!"

"What you want is to let that bastard stay in the Northland, but you didn't say that it must be Dragon Clouds City."

The guest looked at each other's fingers, not sullen, but his tone became more and more indifferent:

"You go to King Charman, which complicates things."

"I—" The man seemed to want to justify something, but his unhappiness suddenly weakened after meeting the other's cold eyes.

The man leaned back on the table, and waved his bandaged hand in the air:

"Then what else can I do?"

He seemed to have repressed anger in every word:

"The old witch in the dark room suspected me several years ago. Do you know how many people she sent to deal with me after King Nuen died..."

"As for the secret department, hmph, if the prince falls back into the hands of Dragon Clouds City, they will only make it worse and force me to go back and save him again—it's not as simple as being a nanny."

The guest didn't answer, but just listened to the other party's words quietly.

The man let out a depressed and painful breath, pressed his head again, and spoke slightly annoyed:

"Only, only the arrogant kinslayer king, only when he starts to protect me like Nun, the secret department and the dark room will not come to trouble me again..."

The guest looked at the floor and tapped his cane.

"But you screwed up."

In a word, the resentment of the bandaged man was suppressed again.

The man's breathing became rapid, and after several back and forth, he opened his mouth and made an unpleasant voice.

"Ha, it's easy to speak while standing up and talking."

This time, the man's words carried a sense of anger from embarrassment:

"Why don't you go head-to-head with the meteorites by yourself and hack for half an hour?"

But the guest obviously didn't like this, he just looked at each other and sneered:

"You're all burned, and you don't look like you've been stabbed head-on."

The man was speechless for a while, but he quickly raised his volume:

"That's not the point!"

"And that damn mask, his skill is only stronger than ten years ago, it's not easy to fool him just by pretending to be stunned, and he has to drag a serious injury into the desert, tracking and hiding, and I It's been a hell of a fucking trip, and I met either a large group of orcs or a group of troops..."

The man stood up, complaining more and more urgently, more and more unhappy:

"And when I chase here, contact the kinslayer king's people, and prepare to strike..."

"You bloody star people, you stupid southerners, are fucking infighting in Camp Saber! Do you know how hard it took me to escape from thousands of rebels and mobs?"

"And that bastard, he just disappeared in the camp and came back with the Legendary Wing's troops? Fuck me!"

"And shouldn't this be your territory?"

The man spoke angrily, he sighed in pain but not resentment, and pressed his forehead.

The guest was silent for a while.

"I told you, once you reach the sphere of influence of the stars, things will be very troublesome."

The guest's voice sounded with the sound of his crutches:

"And now, the dark room, the secret department, the black sand collar, the Qiyuan city, oh, yes, and the Dragon Clouds city."

"Five parties, each party has a reason to settle accounts with you."

The man pressed his head, only to feel more and more headache.

The guest raised his eyebrows and said in a playful tone:

"What should you do?"

The man took a quick breath, but then he let go of his hand and laughed out loud:

"Looks like I'll have to make up five fucking stories before they let my head go, fuck."

The smile was helpless and relieved.

Both were silent for a while.

After a while, the guest asked abruptly:

"Will you make it through, old friend?"

The man snorted coldly:

"Of course."

The man rubbed his hands and looked around with disdain:

"I have my method, have you forgotten my nickname?"

But the guest's next sentence made him frown:

"no, you can not."

The tone is heavy, and its meaning is cold.

cannot?

The man was a little puzzled.

But he soon felt that the headache just now became more severe.

What did he realize.

In the next second, the man's figure flickered, his hands firmly supporting the table behind him!

A burst of numbness and dizziness hit him, making him unable to maintain his trembling arms any longer, and he fell onto the chair with a plop.

The man raised his eyes in disbelief, looked at the indifferent guest in front of him, and then at the broken wine bottle on the ground.

"Wine...you..."

"You know, I store these wines here for a reason." The guest said flatly.

"But you have to be cheap."

The man breathed desperately, but felt the strength and consciousness in his body disappear bit by bit.

Impossible, those wines, he tested, tested...

The man stared at the guest in front of him with his eyes wide open.

"As for your nickname, old friend, do you know..."

The guest rubbed his crutches, turned around indifferently, and let the man lose his eyesight and fell to the ground.

"I don't like crows."

The guest looked at the man who was no longer struggling, and there was a chill in his eyes:

"not at all."