Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales, who was surprised by Viscount Patterson's exaggerated movements, hadn't figured out the meaning behind these words when Gilbert's voice came from behind.

"Your Excellency Viscount Patterson!"

"Seats are ready in the banquet hall, if you..."

Gilbert has been receiving second-level guests on the other side—from important industry leaders to the invited bureaucrats of the royal capital. He obviously came here in a hurry after knowing about the unexpected situation here.

"No need, Kid Caso, I'm here for him," Patterson obviously didn't hear Gilbert's words clearly, but this didn't affect his cold face after seeing him:

"Just for him."

Viscount Patterson bowed to the prince again, the movement was so large that everyone present broke into a cold sweat, and then he was helped to the banquet hall.

Thales, Doyle, and Glover all breathed a sigh of relief.

Gilbert watched the viscount's back, and sighed softly:

"Paterson, he is one of Canxing's seven servants with a more individual character. He doesn't bother to attend many occasions, partly because he is old and has no scruples."

"But obviously, it's time for him to think about future generations."

Looking at Thales' puzzled eyes, Gilbert added:

"One of his sons is in your guard, Second Penalty Officer Gray Patterson."

Thales understood.

The guests came one after another. Although most of them were low-status bureaucrats and nobles, and Thales didn't need to come forward to greet them, the Mindis Hall was already busy.

It was enough for Mallos and Gilbert to show up to receive them. Even Viscount Coney and Earl Godwin, who were invited to help and act as half masters, went back and forth without any time to rest.

But unexpectedly, Patterson was not the only one who came in advance.

"The Holy Days are going well, my lord!"

The VIPs who followed Patterson did not give Thales a chance to return to the lounge.

Viscount Adrian came with his wife, so Thales had to give up his plan to rest and readjust his state to a happy face.

"You have grown up, and you look very energetic, with a handsome appearance, quite like His Majesty Kessel back then."

Adrian himself was only in his thirties, and looked young and promising, full of energy.

But in the past few days, Thales knew that the viscount's family ruled the fertile and beautiful surrounding areas of Swan County in the central territory, and it could be said to be the most important member of the Seven Stars.

Thales didn't dare to neglect at all, and greeted and greeted them with a pleasant face.

"Obviously, no matter how strong the cold wind in the north, no matter how heavy the blizzard, no matter how fierce the yellow sand in the Western Wilderness, no matter how hot the temperature is," Viscount Adrian looked straight into Thales' eyes, while his wife smiled and said nothing, calm and beautiful , "It's hard to hide the stars in the sky, shining brightly."

Thales could only - according to Gilbert's teachings - respond gently, neither humble nor overbearing, but not lacking, neither too prominent nor too dumb.

Like a qualified star prince.

Until Adrian bowed and condescended, lightly grasped Thales' palm, and lightly touched the back of Thales' hand with his lips.

"I'm not their lord and lord, am I?"

Thales sent Viscount Adrian away, rubbed the back of his hand that had been kissed twice, and asked doubtfully:

"I mean...not yet?"

"No." Doyle replied absently.

The guard's abnormal answer made Thales realize something was wrong:

I saw D.D nodding and bowing, watching Viscount Adrian leave almost obsequiously, and even Glover respectfully paid tribute all the way.

Compared with when the old Viscount was there just now, his attitude is very different.

"What's wrong?" The young Duke frowned.

"Are they special?"

Doyle came back to his senses and scratched his head:

"Ah, I'm sorry, that, Your Highness, do you still remember Lord Adrian? Our Supreme Commander, Captain of the General Guard?"

Thales frowned, remembering Lord Adrian who was in charge of the royal guard when he entered the Fuxing Palace to meet the king.

If the prince realizes something:

"So, the Viscount Adrian just now, he is not only the Seven Stars, but also..."

"Yeah," Doyle breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the other party disappear from view:

"The nephew of our immediate boss."

Thales pondered for a moment, but what he thought about in his mind was not the career situation of Doyle and Glover.

Patterson and Adrian, the two big families of the Canxing Seven Attendants, came to Mindis Hall ahead of schedule and told me... Could it be a coincidence?

His suspicions were quickly confirmed.

Five minutes later, when Thales was about to return to the lounge and wait for the next batch of heavyweight guests, a man and a woman got out of the carriage holding hands, and walked into the Mindis Hall with uneven steps. Under the leadership of the waiter, come before him.

Glover and Doyle's expressions changed slightly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Your Highness," D.D said worriedly:

"This... we'd better go back... Let Count Casso come..."

But the guests traveled very fast, and before Doyle could finish speaking, they came to Thales.

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness," urged by the woman beside him, the young male nobleman said in a slurred and breathless voice, "I am... I am Luther, Luther... very, very happy..."

Thales frowned.

The man in front of him was very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was awkward, his expression was tense, and his posture was awkward.

What's more, he lowered his head deeply, just staring at the soles of his shoes without looking at Thales, as if the floor tiles of Mindis Hall were more attractive.

Thales noticed that although this little nobleman named Luther was eccentric and trembling, he had exquisite makeup and gorgeous clothes, obviously after a lot of careful grooming.

There were more and more carriages outside the hall, and the sound of the wheels colliding on the stone road became louder and more noisy.

In the next second, Luthor's facial features tightened before he finished greeting him.

Staring at the floor, he suddenly became anxious, struggling to shake the woman's arm:

"Mom, I want to go back, I don't want here...I want my chess pieces..."

The woman's expression changed.

It was only then that Thales noticed the noble young woman next to Luther—she looked only in her thirties, with a beautiful face, a light waist, and a decent posture, but her expression was slightly tired, her clothes were conservative, and she used dark colors.

She squeezed out an apologetic smile to Thales worriedly, then approached her son's ear, and whispered:

"Son, you practiced, you did well, remember what I told you..."

Her tone gradually became harsher.

But Luther's voice became irritable, and his actions became more intense:

"No!"

His voice was bitter and weeping, and the range of his arms was getting bigger and bigger:

"I want to go back, I want chess pieces, I want a chessboard..."

Regardless of the fact that the Duke of Xinghu and his attendants, including the guards and servants of the entire front porch, were watching.

His mother comforted him anxiously, but Luther's struggle became more and more unreasonable. He squatted on the ground directly, with an indecent posture:

"I want to go back! Go back! Go back, go back, go back..."

Glover and Doyle glanced at each other, and the nervous two leaned forward to separate Thales from Luther, who was moving more and more, for fear that this obviously abnormal guest would do something wrong Good for the duke.

The elegant and graceful young woman's face was pale. She tried her best to lift up her son and at the same time comforted him gently, but it was obviously not effective.

Until a gentle voice intervened in this little accident:

"It's okay, Luther."

Amidst Luther's unrelenting cry, several people turned their heads, and Thales smiled and pushed Glover and Doyle away, and squatted down in front of Luther despite their persuasion.

The lady who was about to ask the servant to help was slightly startled.

"I like chess too, the 'Rise and Fall of Empires' version, right?"

As if the prince's words had some magical power, Luther stopped struggling, but died down, staring at the floor, gasping for breath.

"It's just that I've never used 'Swordsman' well, and I always lose most of them before upgrading to 'Knight'." Thales shrugged.

Luther remained silent, but was still panting.

"I don't have a chess piece in my hand now," Thales said in an annoyed tone, as if he was also very upset:

"But fortunately, I have something more interesting - a new chess piece."

Thales stretched out his hands to his chest.

Glover saw the Duke's movements clearly, and was startled:

"Your Highness—"

Thales took off the badge representing the nine-pointed star on his chest, and turned around before Luther's eyes like offering a treasure:

"Look, it's inlaid with crystals. It shines brightly under the sun. There's a wheel here, and it can reflect different brilliance at different angles—count it, how many colors?"

Luther looked up blankly.

The lady watched the prince's actions in a daze, hesitated to speak.

"And there's a mechanism here, where you can hide some letter paper or something... put it on the chessboard, maybe it can replace a king—ahem, a knight."

Thales played with the badge representing his identity with great interest, and slowly got up.

Luther's eyes slowly rose following the prince's badge, and he subconsciously stood up.

Thales suddenly grinned:

"Like it? Take it."

Luther stretched out his palm blankly.

But Thales' hand froze halfway.

"But today, you have to listen to your mother," the prince said with a smile:

"Or I'll take it back."

Luthor just stared at Canxing's badge, staring intently with a focused expression.

I don't know how much he understands.

Thales was a little helpless, but still put the badge in the opponent's hand.

The latter got the badge of the nine-pointed star, lowered his head, and began to study the mechanism and light refraction inside.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the focused Luthor with a smile.

Glover and Doyle, who had been in combat readiness, looked at each other before returning to their original positions.

The young lady inhaled lightly, and then exhaled slowly.

She looked at her son first, then turned to Thales, with a sincere smile and grateful words:

"Your Highness Thales, although I have heard about it for a long time, but compared with your intelligence and genius, your kindness and tolerance are more touching."

"As expected of the master of this hall."

The young woman lifted her skirt gracefully, tilted her head slightly, with a graceful and charming figure:

"Eleanor Barney, with my regards."

"The suffering is over, may you overcome the obstacles and spread your wings."

"Of course, thank you, Madam Eleanor." Thales nodded politely, but couldn't help but glance at Luther on the other side.

Eleanor noticed the prince's gaze and took a deep breath.

"Luther, he hasn't grown up yet," the young woman pursed her lips, trying hard to put away the sparkle in her eyes, either from embarrassment or shame:

"But teenagers can also perform miracles."

There was stubbornness in her eyes.

"I believe you are very clear, Your Highness."

Eleanor gracefully extended her right hand.

Thales shook the mother's palm respectfully and respectfully, and was about to kiss back:

"Of course, Lady Eleanor."

"I am clear."

But in the next second, Thales felt his palm tighten, and his face changed!

Madam Eleanor smiled apologetically, but unconventionally turned over Thales' palm and knelt down.

"Please don't mind, as a vassal, kissing the hand of the lord is the duty of my generation."

Thales watched in amazement as Mrs. Eleanor closed his palms with both hands, gently pulled off his gloves, and kissed the back of his hand lightly.

Her lips are very soft, and the strength is different from the previous two, more like gentle rubbing.

"My son can't perform his duties," the mother let go of His Royal Highness, and smiled sassyly to relieve the embarrassment:

"Naturally let the mother do the work."

"The Barney family, always by your side."

Thales was too shocked to speak, but subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Madam Eleanor didn't take it seriously, she just smiled softly, then turned and left, dragged her son who was focused on toys, and headed to the banquet hall.

Thales was stunned for a second, then turned his head and looked at the dumbfounded expressions of the two guards.

After a while, Doyle took a deep breath:

"I believe that you have seen 'Little Iron Spike'."

D.D scratched his head, a little embarrassed:

"Well, Your Highness... I know that it's not convincing to say this from my mouth..."

"I also know that mature women are very attractive..."

Thales frowned.

"But Your Highness, please don't be fascinated by beauty..."

Thales snorted helplessly, chatting away the embarrassment.

But he immediately stopped.

"Little Spike? You mean Lady Eleanor?"

Thales thought for a while, found the answer in the stellar history class he crammed recently, and then felt relieved:

"To have this nickname, this lady must be extraordinary."

Iron thorn, this is not some strange and evil sex tool.

Historically, this represents some great-great-great-great-grandmother of Thales in the middle of the third century four hundred years ago (earlier than some chicken leg-loving one):

Eleanor, the 'Queen of Iron Thorns'.

This legendary woman became the honorable Queen of the Stars at the age of twenty-six, and spent the next seventy years in the wind and waves, reading all the frosts.

She has gone through twelve wars in her life, four coups, and eight supreme kings, and witnessed the "Reaper's Palace Change", "The Youth Returns to the Dynasty", "The Humiliation of the Giant Spirit", "The Evil Waves of the East China Sea", and "Only Blood". The legendary stories that have been changed into historical dramas still stand at the top of the era. In the era when the dragons rose and the stars were weak, and the wind and rain were frequent and the wars were frequent, they firmly grasped the rudder of the kingdom's destiny.

But Thales was immediately puzzled:

"But why 'Little Iron Spike'?"

Doyle was beaming, and seemed very happy that the prince asked him about noble gossip:

"Because there is someone else in 'Little Iron Spike', who happens to be in the Barney family—it is the old great-grandmother of the Baby Baron."

"The little old lady is still alive. I saw it once when I went to Barney Manor. I thought I met the legendary evil tree demon..."

Glover cleared his throat heavily.

Doyle realized that he had said something wrong, and he was quick-witted and immediately changed the subject:

"In short, that Mrs. Eleanor, who likes to kiss your hand, married into the prosperous Barney family when she was still young-it was the eve of the bloody year. They have important ministers in the court and fiefs outside the court, and even the royal guards have two collateral relatives who hold important positions."

Doyle was carefree and authentic, and seemed to enjoy this kind of gossip.

In full bloom...the Barney family.

Thales paused.

"only……"

D.D looked at Madam Eleanor's back and clicked his tongue softly: "It's a pity."

"What's wrong?"

"Lady Eleanor's new husband, Viscount Barney at that time, was not only old enough to be her father, but also a bedridden tuberculosis ghost. He died within a few years after the Bloody Year."

Doyle pouted, with a look of regret:

"Leaving her a widow at a young age, with a stupid posthumous child, it would be troublesome to remarry."

But Doyle changed his mind:

No, with the "little iron thorn", who would dare to let her grandniece and granddaughter-in-law remarry?

"You know, many people in the aristocratic circle near the capital laughed secretly, saying that the seed in her belly was not..."

Doyle's words are still ringing in his ears, but the prince's attention has been re-attracted to the mother who was widowed in the early years and raised her children alone.

Thales stared at Mrs. Eleanor's figure.

He saw her unhurriedly grabbing her son who was different from ordinary people, clasping the latter's fingers involuntarily, first took a few deep breaths, then walked calmly into Duke Xinghu's grand banquet hall with her head held high .

He ignored the strange gazes of people of all colors around him.

It was only then that Thales noticed that Eleanor's makeup was good, but it was difficult to hide the fine lines around her eyes.

But her neck is white and slender, and her waist is graceful.

Never bent.

Thales suddenly remembered: After the ups and downs of the Queen Mother Eleanor and the turbulent life came to an end, people in the future gave her mixed reviews.

Critics accused her of being keen on power struggles, manipulating the court, poisoning the people and persecuting Zhongliang in the conspiracy of domination.

Supporters praised her for her superb skills, tenacity and courage, supporting the kingdom in the years when the stars were dumb, and turning the tide.

However, the most widely remembered by the world is the evaluation left by an unknown bard, the sentence that shines in the annals of history:

"I don't remember whether Eleanor is beautiful or not."

"I only know that even if I step on it, there are thousands of iron thorns..."

"She can also keep her expression unchanged and walk calmly."

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