Kingdom’s Bloodline

While D.D was happily arranging the gossip of the aristocratic circle in the royal capital, his bad luck once again played a role.

"Guard Doyle."

Mallos' voice sounded from behind just right, interrupting Thales' thoughts:

"What's so funny?"

Doyle's expression froze, but when he turned around and faced the watchman, D.D had become serious again:

"No, sir."

"His Highness made an inquiry, and I will introduce him to some of the nobles' worldly experience."

Mallos looked at Mrs. Eleanor who disappeared in the banquet hall, and looked at Thales thoughtfully:

"Is it?"

Thales dismissed the back of the little iron thorn from his mind, and laughed dryly:

"That's right."

Behind him, Doyle nodded solemnly, and Glover remained expressionless.

Mallos snorted lightly, remaining indifferent:

"Very well, are you ready?"

In the distance of his sight, a middle-aged nobleman with a smear of paint got out of the carriage with his wife, signed at the hall door, asked the attendants to present gifts with a smile, adjusted his clothes, and walked towards Thales under the guidance.

"Of course." Thales sighed, and put on a smile again.

But Mallos shook his head and pointed at D.D:

"No, it's not you, Your Highness, I mean... him."

Doyle turned his back to the hall door and said in a daze:

"Why do I?"

At this moment, a heart-piercing cry exploded out of thin air!

"Ahhhhhhh, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness Thales!"

Thales shuddered all over, almost thinking that he had met a wronged soul.

Countless people, including waiters, soldiers, guards, and second-class guests at the side door, were attracted by the cry and turned their heads in shock.

Under the eyes of everyone, a middle-aged aristocrat with a slick face and a fat face opened his chubby hands, rushed in from the hall door, and threw himself in front of Thales!

Before the surprised Thales could react, the responsible Glover cautiously hugged the prince back and pushed Doyle forward.

The middle-aged nobleman jumped on Doyle who was caught off guard for the first time, making D.D look ugly.

But the visitor did not give up. The nobles lying on the ground shrunk their facial features and scrambled towards Thales.

"Your Highness!"

Thales flinched again in shock, Glover had no choice but to protect the prince behind him, while Mallorce walked aside freely and watched from the sidelines.

The guest didn't intend to get up, and continued to stretch his hands forward, throwing himself at Thales' legs:

"The gods have eyes, the holy day is wise, and the setting sun blesses you! Stars, the Kingdom of Stars is finally, finally waiting for its heir in destiny!"

"Our Canxing Seven Attendants are loyal and loyal, and finally they are rewarded!"

The tone is sad and desolate, and those who hear it are sad, and those who listen are weeping.

Thales was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

Blocking the way?

The Xinghu guards in the hall frowned and pressed their swords, but Mallos raised his hand at them.

Until Doyle stretched out his hand to grab the middle-aged nobleman's back collar, dragging him back with all his strength.

"Father, what are you doing, get up! Get up!"

I saw D.D looking around in horror, while using his hands and feet, angrily stopped the middle-aged nobleman two meters away from the prince:

"It's so embarrassing, father..."

Seeing Doyle, the middle-aged nobleman immediately changed his face before wiping away his tears:

"When I saw His Highness, I was so excited, I couldn't control my emotions, it's none of your business!"

Hearing their address, Thales raised his eyebrows.

Mallos on the side spoke leisurely:

"Your Highness, this is Baron Doyle, he is the lord of Mirror River, and also belongs to D.D... In short, you can see for yourself."

Thales' eyebrows twitched.

Doyle is still struggling with his father, while apologetic and ashamed, apologizing to those around him.

The waiters and guards who watched the excitement left one after another,

The scattered nobles also turned around and whispered.

Until another sharp female voice sounded:

"Ah! Little Danny! How could you treat your father like this!"

I saw an aristocratic lady with thick makeup rushing from behind yelling, hugging the old Baron Doyle, and at the same time waving a handkerchief to drive away D.D, forcing the latter to let go:

"He is old and in poor health, you are still so ungrateful, how pitiful we are husband and wife..."

The old Baron Doyle gasped in cooperation, coughed again and again, and fell into his wife's arms.

The baroness cried out:

"You are like this, are you worthy of our hard work, raising you up with shit and pee!"

The old Baroness Doyle and his wife joined hands and slid into a ball on the ground, looking at their son who had a headache and was at a loss in front of him.

Their expressions are resolute and sad, and they seem to have a sense of sadness and joy as husband and wife.

It's like a bully master bullying a poor honest couple in the street.

"Raised?"

Doyle looked depressed: "You are obviously just my stepmother..."

"What happened to the stepmother!"

The baroness stood up holding her husband's arm, but her face changed instantly with faint tears, and she flicked her handkerchief, speaking fiercely:

"Isn't the stepmother my mother?"

"Your food and clothing, knight tuition, and the cost of picking up girls, which one is not due to our hard work..."

Doyle completely gave up the possibility of saving the family's face, so he could only cover his face and sigh.

Thales was dumbfounded watching this family ethics drama.

The old Baron Doyle wiped his nose and managed to stand still.

But the moment he saw Thales, his face changed again, this time extremely eager:

"Ah, Your Highness! Look, it may be a coincidence that you are standing here, in front of the portrait of the Three Kings of the Stars, but who can say that this is not a foreshadowing: the bravery of the supreme revived king, the majesty of the legendary oath-keeper Your figure, the wisdom and wisdom of a majestic virtuous gentleman...you are simply a gift from heaven, where the three are combined into one!"

The praise made Thales a little unbearable.

Old Doyle was talking, tearful:

"Can Xing has a child who has just grown up, and the king knew it, and he must be the smiling prison river... or the kingdom of heaven?"

Thales forced himself to squeeze out a stiff smile, and greeted and said hello from a distance.

But D.D doesn't think so.

While apologizing to the young Duke with a smiling face, he pulled his exaggerated parents aside.

"Father...what the hell are you doing..."

Old Doyle lowered his head and whispered dissatisfiedly: "It's not all for you!"

"I?"

"I found out from the servant, you careless guy, you actually offended Ms. Jinny - do you know how terrifying she is? Do you still want to hang around in the capital!"

D.D sighed: "What does that have to do with you..."

"You are so thin-skinned that you can't even find a girlfriend. Of course, flattery can only be done by me with my old face..."

"Speaking as if your face is useful..."

"Brat, you—"

"And it's not that I can't find a girlfriend..."

"Huh? Do you want to be like the idiot of the Karabyan family? Find a boyfriend?"

"Father, you—you go in and stay for me!"

"Wait, I forgot to kiss His Royal Highness's hand..."

"Oh, I'll kiss him for you—"

On the other side, Thales and Glover looked at each other helplessly.

Mallos looked as usual.

Finally, Doyle, who had sent away his miraculous parents, turned around with lingering fear, wiped his forehead, and found that the prince and others were staring at him intently as if they were watching a drama.

Thales's expression remained unchanged, and he handed out the back of his hand empathetically:

"Do you want to kiss?"

D.D froze for a moment, flatteringly said:

"No, no, but it's not because I don't want to kiss...in fact, I kiss every day in my heart...just you know, my father and the others...hehe..."

"Well," Glover opened his mouth for the first time, with unclear emotions:

"sweet Home."

Doyle longed for a hole to slip into.

"I know," he said embarrassingly:

"So, I don't like living at home."

The other three turned their heads and pretended nothing happened.

Compared with Doyle's lively and happy family members, Baron Stowe, who was also one of the seven attendants, came to visit alone, without even an attendant, and looked lonely and gloomy.

"After the bloody year, the national conditions are limited. His Majesty Kessel advocates frugality and loves simplicity." Baron Stowe is in his forties, with high cheekbones and thin cheeks, looking quite mean:

"Therefore, there will no longer be enough banquets in the royal capital."

Baron Stowe held Thales' hand and carefully observed his face:

"So, Your Highness, do you know what today means to us?"

Thales could only smile in return.

"It's okay because we don't know either."

The gloomy baron leaned down and lightly rubbed Thales' back of his hand with his cheek:

"It's up to you to prove it."

When Baron Stowe turned and left, Thales was already a little numb.

"I remember my subordinate, the leader of the logistics officer is named Shi Tuo..."

"Well, whether it's in my Mindis hall or in the royal guard," the prince took a deep breath:

"How many other people are related to Canxing Seven Attendants?"

"A lot," Mallos replied indifferently:

"But very few."

Thales was stunned.

Until another tall figure stepped out of the carriage, and amidst the flattering greetings of the little nobles, he passed through the vestibule of Mindis Hall, signed his name, crossed the direction formed by the guards, and came in front of Thales.

"I heard that they all came early, so I have to come."

The tall nobleman smiled, but his eyes were shrewd. He saluted Thales, his body pressed down, and he had a faintly different aura:

"Lozano Glover, Viscount of Lake Hill County."

Doyle's slight inhalation came from behind.

Glover.

Thales' heart skipped a beat, resisting the urge to turn around.

The Duke of Xinghu continued his perfect smile:

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Your Majesty once mentioned that your family is the mainstay of our rule—I heard that your grandfather once served in the royal guard and held a high position?"

Lozano is tall but thin:

"He used to be the most trusted guard of the late King Eddie, and also the swordsmanship teacher of Crown Prince Midil, until he died in the line of duty and died for the country."

"Living up to the mission of the Glover family."

watchman.

Thales resisted the urge to look at Mallos, but he was thinking of another person.

Lozano smiled:

"I work in the Department of Finance and Taxation, so I live in Eternal Star City for a long time. If you have time, Your Highness, you might as well come to the cold house in Dongcheng District."

Working in the Finance and Taxation Department...

In an important position, no wonder.

Lozano turned his head and looked at Mallos:

"Tormund, you are the same, the door of Glover's house is always open to you."

Mallos smiled faintly:

"It's an honor. Let me take you in?"

"Of course." But it's not over yet, Lozano unexpectedly turned to D.D, who was watching silently:

"And, Danny Doyle, right?"

"Please tell your father, don't send any more money to the Finance and Taxation Department. We can't collect it. Even if we do, we can't skip his land settlement and tax inspection this year."

Doyle's face flushed suddenly.

Before finally leaving, Lozano looked at Thales again, and said seriously:

"I hope you know, Your Highness."

"We will always be loyal to the throne and the nine-star crown."

So, when Lozano Glover and Mallos left together, Thales and Doyle Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved from a certain aura.

D.D snorted softly:

"What did I say, tsk tsk, it's money."

yes.

and……

Thales resisted the desire to turn his head to the side.

But obviously, someone couldn't help it.

"Hey, zombie, don't you want to say something?"

Doyle looked curiously at Viscount Glover's back, then turned to look at his colleagues:

"That's your eldest brother, the lord, and even more in charge of money, if I do, I'll hurry up..."

Glover turned his head abruptly!

His sharp eyes pierced D.D, cold as ice.

Doyle panicked, and even Thales, who was caught in the middle, froze.

Glover stared at D.D coldly for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, word by word:

"I, am, perform, work hard."

Doyle seemed to be seeing Glover like this for the first time. He stayed for a few seconds before forcing a smile:

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Glover just turned around and nodded slightly to the prince who was watching the play in a daze.

Doyle shrank to the side, released Thales an aggrieved look, and flattened his mouth in displeasure.

But Thales has no time to care about their interaction.

The prince took the water glass and replenished his water. He looked across the hall and the defense line formed by the guards, looking at the crowds of people outside and the magnificent scene of carriages going back and forth, knowing that he would only get busier in the future.

But he was quite tired.

The real vassals of the central government who arrived in advance were not as domineering as the nineteen nobles on the surface, but Thales felt that it took more energy to deal with it than the state meeting six years ago.

But he cannot rest.

According to Gilbert's instructions, when he was tired, he had to pay more attention to his appearance, etiquette, movements, smile, posture, and conversation.

"Six families."

Thales pointed at the family with his fingers, attracting the attention of two guards:

"Patterson, Adrian, Barney, Doyle, Stuart, Glover..."

"If my history lessons these past few days are correct... how many other families in the Central Territory are comparable to these six families in terms of fame, history, and strength?"

Thales watched boredly as the guests outside the hall were slowly diverted and led to the appropriate entrances and positions respectively. However, many people forgot their etiquette and demeanor when they passed the main hall, and tried to tiptoe their heads and take a peek at what was going on. See the prince's demeanor early.

"It's gone."

Doyle followed Thales' words in a lazy tone, obviously he was also quite impatient:

"Although 'Seven Attendants' is just an insider's term... But when I first remembered, there were eight or nine nobles who belonged directly to the royal family and had actual fiefdoms and were hereditary. The team wants to squeeze up."

Eight or nine...

"until……"

Doyle shrugged:

"You know, in the past twenty years, some of the vacant titles have lost all their fiefdoms; The blood relatives are fighting and splitting..."

Thales listened quietly, Glover frowned.

"Up to now, the name matches the reality, and there are only six families who can barely qualify for the stupid title of 'Seven Stars'—the quality is still uneven, as you can see, some are fast-moving into the coffin, and some are Orphans and widows, those who hold great power, some who are insidious and stingy, and those who frankly want to cry and kneel when they meet...cough cough..."

Doyle, who was gossiping casually, realized something and ended the topic in time.

Thales remained silent for a long time.

After thinking about something, he nodded thoughtfully.

In the next ten minutes, more and more guests needed to be greeted by the prince, but almost all of them were royalists whom Thales had been familiar with six years ago, and even upstarts in the imperial meeting:

The current Chancellor of the Exchequer, "Money Bag" Joke Man kindly asked how the prince is adapting and how the mathematics class is progressing. The Minister of Education and Politics took advantage of the opportunity to intervene to raise the issue of funding for this year's central government bureaucrat exam;

The military adviser "Private Soldier" Thord Red had just patted his chest and assured him that the kingdom's actions in the desert would ensure another ten years of peace in the Western Wilderness Territory. and the damage to production caused by military operations, demonstrating the asymmetry of the benefits brought about by war looting and peace of mind farming and animal husbandry;

Baron Gals, who manages the mint, has just warmly invited the Duke of Star Lake to visit the "source of wealth" of the kingdom, and it is best to hear about their currency issuance plan rejected by His Majesty. The supervisor of the Royal Bank rushed here. Politely inserted into the conversation, and strongly suggested that Thales open an account in his own name, as the 3,000th honorable and noble customer of Royal Bank with historic significance...

During this period, Thales greeted and sent him off, smiling a lot, and felt that his face was almost numb.

To be honest, he would rather go back to the Night of Dragon's Blood six years ago to face the menacing five Grand Dukes.

No wonder, no wonder the clan language of a certain great noble family in my impression is "It is better to be friends than to die with enemies"...

However, at the next moment, as a carriage drove up, the nobles lined up in the vestibule fell silent.

A middle-aged nobleman stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the Mindis Hall accompanied by an old servant.

The voices of the nobles roared again, and the soldiers and guards unconsciously stood up straighter.

"D.D, go and have a look," Thales sighed after finally having time to catch his breath, and raised his head:

"Who is coming..."

But Thales' words stopped abruptly.

Outside the hall, the middle-aged nobleman behaved elegantly, but with an easy-going demeanor, occasionally majestic.

Every time he took a step, he would patiently nod back to the lower nobles who greeted him. He had no airs but had his own demeanor, which was convincing.

Thales was stunned.

"Ha, I know, that's a big shot, he often lives in the capital for short periods of time, his status is..."

Doyle was about to continue, but Thales suddenly raised his hand and stopped him.

Thales looked at him with a complicated expression, looking at the family emblem on the other's sleeve.

The flowers have three petals, each with different colors.

Visitors stepped up the steps and showed their iconic smiles between the pillars:

"Mindis Hall really lives up to its reputation, with countless treasures and priceless value."

While signing, he smiled and said to the old servant beside him:

"I really wish I could have come here six or seven years earlier."

Several meaningful lights flashed across the nobleman's eyes.

"That's good."

The old servant just nodded quietly.

The next moment, the middle-aged noble raised his head, and after the guards got out of the way, he met Thales face to face.

Without warning, without cover.

Thales interacted with each other's eyes in the air.

Doyle, who was originally numb and carefree, trembled, feeling as if a cold wind was passing by.

he's changed.

Thales looked calm, he looked at the guests silently, and thought to himself.

His demeanor is older, more natural, more...

The prince rubbed his glove lightly.

he's changed.

The guest didn't change his face, he watched Thales quietly, and he understood.

His eyes were sharper, more determined, more...

The guest narrowed his eyes.

At that moment, in the huge and lively Mindis Hall, it seemed that they were the only ones left.

but……

Thales and the guests released friendly smiles at the same time, and walked towards each other as if in tacit understanding.

So what?

So, under the gaze of countless gazes, the owner and the guests of Mindis Hall walked towards each other warmly and carefreely like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and their palms met fiercely in the air!

"Welcome, Your Excellency the Duke!"

"It's been a long time, Your Highness!"

Feeling the unrestrained strength of the other party, Thales also unceremoniously let go of the crime of prison river, and his muscles exerted strength!

The two palms trembled slightly in the air, and the wind was calm on the surface.

Mallos, who came over after hearing the news, frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

The eyes of Thales and the guest met in the air again for a round, and then both of them broke into friendly smiles.

The Duke chuckled:

"Just call me Jen."

The prince is equally empathetic:

"Thales."

The next moment, the two looked at each other in tacit understanding and laughed again. Centering on the held arm, they hugged each other, and the other hand clasped each other's back shoulder.

Thales suddenly realized that he was only half a head shorter than him.

I don't know when, the other party's once unreachable height is no longer an obstacle.

In the eyes of outsiders, Prince Thales and Duke Jayne are inseparable, they haven't seen each other for many years, but they are as old as before. While running towards each other, they can't wait to light up the lamp all night and talk to each other.

However, only Thales and Jen En, who hugged each other tightly and put their necks together, knew how sincere their feelings were at that moment.

"I knew that the people of the Northland had nothing to do with you."

Jen whispered in his ear, with a strange tone.

"Yes," Thales responded slowly, also with deep meaning:

"Like Bloodline.

From an invisible angle, the two turned their heads and glanced sideways at each other at a close kissing distance.

Zhan En's eyes were cold, as if frost had fallen.

Thales' eyes were sharp, piercing his heart.

"Welcome back." The Duke of South Bank, Jann Cavendir said softly.

nine-pointed star.

"Thank you for waiting." Thales Canxing, the Duke of Xinghu, sneered slightly.

iris.

In the next second, the two important people in the kingdom touched each other and let go of each other.

The perfect and warm smile was restored.

It shows that in this era, the kingdom is most worthy of people's pride-unity and harmony.

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