Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 6 This is just the beginning

On the road under the sun, the carriage was still slowly advancing towards Eternal Star City, and the people on both sides were separated by the standing army, leaving only blurred faces.

But no one imagined that a strange conversation was going on between this unusual carriage and the dozen or so royal guards around it.

Gilbert watched in surprise as Thales raised his right arm expressionlessly and displayed the contents by the car window.

The guards including Mallos, Doyle, and Glover frowned, either puzzled or unbelievable.

That is……

"This is the Vigilante."

I saw the prince rubbing the long and narrow hilt in his hand expressionlessly, with a deep tone:

"The sword of the ancient empire forged by combining the skills of dwarves and elves, and gathering the essence of the earth and the seven seas."

vigilante.

Mallos was taken aback.

Doyle and Gloria were taken aback.

"Your Highness, I don't..." The watchman glanced around and suppressed the strange eyes of his subordinates.

Swish!

The sound of metal sliding through the leather stopped Mallos from speaking.

The boy looked at the long sword that was slightly out of its sheath, feeling its cold light:

"Going back, it is the handed down sword of the Falkenhauser family. It once participated in the final battle with their ancestors, overcame thorns and thorns, and witnessed the restoration of the king and the establishment of the country;"

"Recently, it has also served as the most reliable sharp blade in the royal guard. Together with its owner, it weathered the wind and rain and helped King Eddie ascend the throne."

In front of everyone, Thales' fingers brushed over its blade, closed its sheath, and praised in a deep voice:

"Significance."

Perhaps because he couldn't stand the oppression of the atmosphere, the mount under Mallos' crotch neighed unnaturally, and turned his head uneasily.

But Mallos on the saddle had burning eyes, and his emotions were unknown.

The uneasiness of the war horse drove the same kind, neighing everywhere for a while, and the carriage became more and more difficult to move forward.

While Doyle tried his best to control the mount under his crotch, he stared at the special curved sword in surprise and opened his mouth wide.

that sword...

Glover next to him pursed his lips, soothing his horse.

Gilbert stared at the sword, thinking about something.

In the next second, under all kinds of gazes, the young Duke of Xinghu spoke coldly, leaving no room for doubt:

"Lord Mallos, from now on."

Thales raised his right arm steadily, and sent the hilt out of the car window:

"It's yours."

It's yours now.

The air was quiet for a moment, except for the noise of the wind.

Gilbert came back to his senses in shock, and looked at the boy in disbelief.

The surrounding guards were in a slight uproar, and Doyle looked like he had seen a ghost, as if he was meeting the prince for the first time.

Mallos frowned slightly, and tightened the rein in his hand.

But Thales didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Of course, I hope more than that."

The young Duke continued softly:

"In fact, with my return, there will be a flood of discussions and speculations about this sword from all over the kingdom."

"People will come to you tirelessly to ask you about the secret behind this legendary sword..."

Gilbert had a strange expression on his face.

"Especially about how it left the Western Wilderness, from Duke Falkenhauser's crutches, then arrived at Yongxing City, arrived at Fuxing Palace, arrived at the hands of Prince Thales and Duke Xinghu, and finally fell into your palm."

"Including the reason and significance of it going through the hands of many people."

Thales coldly glanced at each of the royal guards, his tone up and down, as if he was reciting an ancient bard.

From Doyle to Glover, everyone who passed his gaze subconsciously avoided looking.

In the end, Thales turned his gaze back to Mallos, who didn't say a word, but frowned more and more:

"But I'm sure you can handle it."

"right?"

The young duke said lightly and raised the hilt of his sword.

Everyone was silent.

They all looked at Mallos, waiting for the latter's decision.

the next moment,

Mallos turned his head sharply!

He looked at everyone with burning eyes.

The royal guards seemed to have a tacit understanding, and turned their heads away in unison!

Don't dare to look at Mallos or Vigilante again.

It seems that the former is not their boss, and the latter is not a famous sword.

The scene fell silent again.

But there was no trace of relief on Mallos' face.

He tightened his mount slightly stiffly, forcing it to be quiet.

Time seems to have turned into a long-standing mural, dim and silent, and it peeled off piece by piece with Mallos' movements.

"My lord duke," he stared at the half-protruded vigilante from the car window, and slowly said:

"What does it mean."

Mallos' words were light and small.

It's like the sound of turning old pages a little bit.

But the surrounding guards restrained their breathing, not daring to let out a breath.

Shi Tuo, the logistics officer at the back, even swallowed subconsciously.

Gilbert also didn't say a word.

"I mean……"

Only the Duke of Xinghu himself was different, with a relaxed and freehand smile.

"Congratulations, Lord Mallos."

"From now on," Thales' eyes met Mallos's, like a confrontation in the void:

"The 'Vigilante' with a long history and great significance is one of the Canxing Seven Attendants, a family heirloom of the noble and loyal Mallos family."

He said softly:

"Remember, pass it on to your son..."

"And to your grandson."

Mallos froze on the horse, his face sank as if dripping water, he just let the mount drive him up and down.

Thales just looked at him quietly.

The guards looked at each other with different expressions.

I don't even know how to deal with it.

"Ahem...Although the prince appreciates you very much, I don't think it's a good time to accept the reward," Gilbert said bluntly and eased his cheeks:

"What do you say, Lord Mallos?"

No one responded.

After what Doyle thought was about a century later, Mallos' voice came slowly, sounding like it was cracking from the rock formation:

"This gift is too precious and too heavy."

"Forgive me for not accepting it."

After saying that, before Thales could react, the watchman whipped the horse, and raised its hoof across Thales' car window.

Mallos raised his face and ordered:

"The prince is tired!"

"Hurry up and keep going!"

Sandwiched between the prince and his boss, the royal guards, who were already very uncomfortable, turned their heads and moved as ordered.

But Thales' voice pierced through the crowd again and sounded clearly:

"Then this is no longer a reward!"

Everyone's movements subconsciously paused.

The young Duke in the carriage said coldly:

"It's something you can't shirk—responsibility."

"Lord Tormund Mallos."

The back of Mallos also slowed down in the air.

responsibility?

"You're the watchman of the royal guard, aren't you?"

"Watchman..."

Under everyone's gaze, Thales easily retracted the hilt, admiring the black gemstone inlaid on it.

"If I remember correctly, at least since the founding of the stars, this position has been sacred and important, second only to the captain of the guard."

"One of its responsibilities is to take care of the royal treasure house and control the entry and exit of secret treasures."

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding royal guards were all startled.

Doyle frowned and looked at the punishment officer Gray Parson, but the latter could only return him with a gloomy look.

Even Gilbert was lost in thought.

Thales stared at Mallos' back, his tone undeniable:

"So, it is your duty to take care of the Canxing royal family including the Vigilantes—if I remember correctly, my family—the secret treasure."

"It cannot be shirked."

The vigilant shook Thales' palm and turned around.

The Duke's young voice rang in every ear:

"Hold it well and put it in the most conspicuous position. No matter what the occasion, I will see it—with you."

The sun is still there, and the hooves are rolling.

But Mallos' back completely stiffened.

Doyle looked warily at his boss, but the latter didn't respond.

After a few seconds, the watchman's words slowly sounded:

"Abusing the rules and avenging private revenge is not the quality that a king should have."

"Your Excellency the Duke."

His voice is no longer as relaxed and indifferent as before, but more dignified and gloomy.

Thales smiled.

"Sorry to make you feel that way, Lord Mallos."

The new Duke of Xinghu's next sentence of deja vu made everyone's expressions change:

"After entering the palace, you can take this sword with you at any time and protest to His Majesty, suggesting that he remove you from your post—of course, I guess he will still put this sword in the royal treasury in the end."

Thales narrowed his eyes, his words were cold:

"But before that, according to tradition and rules, as the watchman of the royal guard, and the head of my personal guard..."

"I'm afraid that your job duties as a member of the guard take precedence over your personal preferences."

At that moment, the muscles in Mallos' arms tightened.

Thales snorted lightly, and finally said:

"The responsibility lies, Wanwang Haihan."

Mallos still turned his back to the carriage, expressionless, but the guards driving the carriage did not dare to look at his face.

In an atmosphere of dead silence and embarrassment, Thales knocked on the car window with the hilt of his sword.

"Your Excellency the Watcher?"

At this juncture, Doyle coughed violently and interrupted with a laugh:

"Ah, that, as a watchman, my lord has a higher rank, and you need to report it first when you accept a gift... How about this, our flag officer, Hugo Forbes, will record everything today, and then His Majesty will make a decision... ..."

Perhaps it was because of his talent, Doyle's words eased the atmosphere a lot.

Thales frowned slightly:

"So troublesome?"

Doyle rushed to the window and gave the prince an apologetic smile.

The young duke also laughed:

"forget about it."

"This sword is not given to Mallos."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone felt relieved.

But……

"Little dd?"

The sudden address made Doyle vibrate subconsciously:

"ah?"

But he immediately realized who was calling himself:

"Yes... yes, Your Highness?"

I saw the Duke leaning against the car window and sighed:

"Did you know that sixty years ago..."

"The widow of the 'Silencer' Sumer IV, the 'Witch Queen' Bella from the Kevin Dill family, once murdered my grandfather with the Tebak family of the Blades, and they tried to support John Canxing—— The previous Duke of Xinghu before me - was crowned king."

Thales' tone was mysterious, making every noun that came out of his mouth even more sensational.

What?

The royal guards murmured again, and even Gilbert couldn't control his expression.

Maybe it was too different from the previous impression, or maybe it was because there were too many secrets in this passage, Doyle was stunned for a moment, and his answer was extremely unnatural:

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes?"

But Thales didn't care, he just looked at the vigilante in his hand in a daze:

"It is thanks to this legendary sword that my grandfather was able to be crowned without losing his throne."

Doyle raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to send a questioning look to his boss, but Mallos didn't look back at all.

"But can you feel it?"

The prince's fascination slowly turned into solemnity:

"Can you feel from this sword the kind of... bloody storm between the supreme royal family and the two great border powers sixty years ago?"

blood rain...

Doyle's eyelids twitched.

"I……"

But Thales didn't give him a chance to answer:

"Today, I decided to give you the 'Vigilante', Officer Danny Doyle."

At that moment, Doyle was shocked.

The Duke of Star Lake turned to Doyle and handed out the vigilant:

"As the most reliable person among the six guard officers under me, perform well."

Thales narrowed his left eye:

"Don't humiliate it."

Like his peers, Doyle froze in place.

"Okay... ah... ah?" Staring at the sword, he nodded subconsciously, and then realized something, and suddenly turned pale with shock!

But Doyle reacted very quickly. Before the sympathetic eyes of his peers fell, he looked solemn, straightened up, and held the weapon at his waist neatly and simply:

"Ahem, no, Your Highness, in fact, my current sword was left to me by my grandmother..."

Doyle showed a slight look of sadness, but immediately became firm, like a loyal young man inspired by something:

"I swore on my grandmother's grave, and I will never give up until it breaks..."

Thales snorted and shook the vigilante:

"So you don't want it?"

"Even a precious ancient imperial sword?"

Doyle shook his head like a rattle.

"Alright then." Thales sighed regretfully.

Doyle breathed a sigh of relief.

but……

"Glorver Pioneer Officer!"

Amidst Doyle's relieved sound and Thales' sudden roll call, Glover, who was almost expressionless, tensed up first, and then looked at the prince warily.

Thales smiled and waved to him.

"I heard that your grandfather also served in the royal guard and held a high position."

"Then I think the most suitable family to inherit this weapon is the Glover family..."

Glover was slightly shocked.

But he shook his head subconsciously, firmly:

"No."

Thales' smile stagnated slightly:

"No?"

"You don't want it either?"

I saw that Glover still had that unmoving expression, and shook his head like a log:

"No."

Thales sighed heavily.

When he raised his head again, he suddenly found that at some point, all the royal guards around the carriage turned their faces away, either dutifully investigating the enemy's situation, or talking with their peers in a serious manner.

Even Doyle held Glover, who was silent, and seemed to be talking and laughing.

"All right."

Thales shook his head helplessly, turned around and exchanged glances with Gilbert, who looked weird:

"Then I have no choice but to tell them that no matter whether Mallos, Doyle or the Glover family, they all dismiss the 'vigilant' who represents the relationship between the wealthy family and the Fuxing Palace, and discard them like a shoe..."

Mallos's horseshoe shook slightly, and Doyle's smile froze.

And the prince chuckled, and regretfully stretched out the long sword out of the carriage:

"On the first day of my return, the vigilantes were abandoned by the roadside..."

"It has been missing since then."

In the next second, Thales let go of his hand without hesitation.

Slap.

In the incredible eyes of the royal guards, the precious ancient imperial sword, the family heirloom of the Falkenhauser family, and the extraordinary vigilante just fell off the carriage helplessly and fell to the ground.

A lot of dust was shaken up.

What?

Doyle almost popped his eyes, and Glover also tightened his grip on the reins.

Several guard members subconsciously reined in their horses to avoid stepping on the ancient sword.

In an instant, the formation of the entire team was in chaos.

Mallos turned his head abruptly, staring at the indifferent young Duke.

He made a look, and Doyle rushed to catch up, trying to pick up the Vigilante before it was covered in dust...

"Very good, dd."

Thales propped his elbows by the car window, his eyes lit up.

"Thank you, you finally accepted this weapon that no one dared to ask for."

Doyle had already half-stretched out of the horse and froze in mid-air.

The soles of his feet were hooked into the stirrups, and the palms of his hands hovered over the vigilante, only a foot away from the hilt of his sword.

Doyle, who is in an odd posture, shows his equestrian skills.

If you don't look at his expression.

"Remember, it is of great significance, and it must be treated well..." Thales looked at Doyle, who seemed to be frozen above the long sword, with interest.

"enough!"

Finally, Mallos reined in his horse with a sullen expression on his face.

"Your Highness, what exactly do you want to do?"

The whole convoy stopped for it.

Gilbert sighed, looking at Thales with slightly complicated eyes.

Doyle, who was frozen in mid-air, seemed to have received amnesty. He even scrambled back to the saddle without looking at the unusual sword.

"What do I want to do?"

Thales slowly repeated this sentence, his tone becoming serious.

He turned to Mallos, his originally humorous and relaxed expression became serious and serious.

"It's very simple."

Thales swept towards every royal guard, and said in a deep voice:

"I want to tell you: this sword of mine is very heavy, very heavy."

Mallos' eyes flickered slightly.

"From Central to Western Wilderness, from Star Kingdom to Exeter, it bears the weight of many, many people."

"It's so heavy that sometimes, I don't even know if I can handle it."

Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

"So, when my mission conflicts with your mission," Thales stared at the watchman's expression, stretching the rhythm of his words to the limit:

"I hope you can do more than just 'sorry.'"

"My personal guards."

No one answered.

Including Mallos.

Thales withdrew his warning gaze and sat upright.

"And next time, if you insist on placing His Majesty's order and my will on both ends of the board..."

He said lightly:

"Then you'd better make sure first, whether you, the one in the middle, can hold this damn sword."

The royal guards were silent.

Even Mallos stopped where he was, looking at Thales with extremely complicated eyes.

"Because, no matter how troublesome you think my wishes are," Thales knocked on the carriage, looking coldly at the vigilantes on the ground:

"Don't forget, there are more troubles in this world than you think..."

"More troublesome things."

At that moment, Thales suddenly understood something with a little satisfaction.

Falkenhauser, he gave himself more than a sword.

but one direction.

Thinking of this, Thales sat back to his original place.

"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood today."

"dd, can you get my sword back?"

Doyle was shocked, and was about to lean over to take the sword, but hesitated again.

"You mean..."

"You, your sword?"

Thales let out a breath.

"right."

He gave Doyle a friendly smile through the car window:

"It is 'my' sword."

Thales said with deep meaning:

"Because no one can handle it but me."

Mallos remained silent.

So, under the eyes of everyone, with extreme caution, Doyle quickly picked up the vigilante, and handed it back to the prince like lightning, as if a moment of delay meant that disaster was imminent.

Thales held the sword, stroked its curvature, and sighed softly.

"Now, because of you, this sword is covered with dust, making the carriage filthy," Thales put down the guard, and looked at his guards indifferently:

"So, before returning to Fuxing Palace..."

"I need to get outside and get some fresh air."

"Preferably on a good, docile, big, strong horse."

He stared at the leader Mallos with scorching eyes:

"Is there a problem?"

Under the nervous or uneasy gaze of his colleagues, Mallos frowned without saying a word.

A few minutes later.

Thales rode comfortably on the horse, swaying, ups and downs, and walked forward with the royal guard.

Looking at the wild scenery on the outskirts of Yongxing City, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The royal guards pulled up their cloaks to conceal their identities. They seemed to be in a disorganized formation, but they surrounded him meticulously.

In addition, Mallos also rejected Gilbert's request to raise the nine-pointed star flag, let the carriage go first, and pretended to be a standing army following the handover of defense.

but……

This is just the beginning.

Is not it.

Thales said softly in his heart.

"You have not only grown up," Gilbert, who was riding on another horse, sighed slightly:

"You're... different."

Thales lowered his head, feeling unspeakable.

"Is it."

Gilbert nodded, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Just now, I thought I was back when I was thirty-five."

Thales raised his head:

"Why?"