Kingdom’s Bloodline

Glover and Doyle exhaled.

For some reason, Thales also breathed a sigh of relief.

But Mallos changed the topic:

"But since we can't reach an agreement, is it best to leave it to the captain or His Majesty to decide?"

Vogel snorted.

"enough."

He called out the title again:

"Watchman."

"Do you think that with Captain Adrian's infinite connivance, you can be domineering and domineering without any scruples?"

This time, Mallos was still calm and docile:

"No, I think you must have misunderstood something, sir. I just said--"

"I said," obviously, no matter how well-mannered Vogel is, he can't hide his displeasure at the moment:

"Don't educate me."

Thales knew that he could no longer pretend to be dead.

"That, Lord Talon..."

"Maybe you don't know much about it yet," Thales turned his head and raised his glass, happily interjecting into their conversation:

"But people in this world who have enmity with me, have conflicts of interest, or simply look at me with displeasure, to be honest, they can be ranked from here to Dragon Clouds City."

Vogel looked at him, the chill melted like ice and snow, leaving only a spring breeze on his face:

"You are outstanding, Your Highness, naturally you are often hated by villains, so don't worry about it."

Thales thought to himself that this guy's armor was harder than mine, and smoothed things over:

"Therefore, Lord Mallos' concern is not unreasonable."

"Of course, you are right. This banquet is very important."

"You might as well take a step back. Lord Mallos doesn't need to interrupt the banquet aggressively and hastily, but you can investigate the hidden dangers more calmly, and you will be sure?"

Thales has an elegant smile and scorching eyes, with "give me a face" written all over it.

Mallos was silent for a while, and saluted respectfully.

Vogel took a deep breath and suddenly smiled.

"Of course, Your Highness."

The atmosphere finally thawed out.

Only then did Thales turn around and greet the next bureaucrat who came to catch up ("Do you recognize me, I'm the city gate officer who guarded the city gate the day you were envoy...").

"That look, or that look you claimed," Vogel adjusted his mood, and said in a low voice:

"Is it aimed at His Highness Thales or Your Majesty? Or someone else?"

"I have no idea."

Vogel's eyes turned cold again.

Mallos narrowed his eyes:

"Because of the angle below, His Majesty and others are also in this direction."

"All I know is that it's a... man."

"man?"

"It's really great," Vogel said sarcastically, looking at the crowd at the banquet who were getting more and more unrestrained because of the drinks:

"At least, we have a quarter fewer suspects."

"So it's best for His Majesty to evacuate first..."

"Impossible," Vogel flatly refused:

"Perhaps your family has been away from politics for too long, Mallos, but you thought the banquet was just about eating?"

Mallos froze.

Vogel looked up slowly.

I don't know when it started, the long song of the King of Blades' expedition has ended, and the background music has become long and majestic.

With the announcement of the steward of the palace, everyone turned their attention to King Kessel's seat.

There, several nobles who came from afar knelt down sincerely, and one of the elderly people was talking excitedly.

The king nodded, and while comforting him, he got up and left his seat, walking towards them.

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

King Kessel walked up to a kneeling young man.

I saw the young noble straightened up, raised his hands excitedly, and put his palms into the king's hands.

King Kessel asked several questions, and the young man answered them one by one.

Immediately, the king loudly announced to the four princes that this person would inherit the honor and rights of his father and grandfather and officially become the baron of a certain territory.

Thales had to toast with the officials to congratulate this grand occasion.

"It's the leader of the blade, that illegitimate son who is full of controversy. He actually bypassed the duchess and came to the capital by himself to ask for canonization and recognition..."

The whispered conversation on a certain long table entered Thales' hell senses.

"It seems that His Majesty has made a decision, and Duchess Lyanna must be very upset..."

"What nonsense, the Duchess and the Fuxing Palace are united as one..."

"Will his father's vassals obey?"

"Then it depends on the methods of the illegitimate child..."

"They dare not disobey. Think about it, even His Majesty's heir is an illegitimate child raised by Lord Mann..."

"Hush! Just drink too much, don't talk too much!"

Thales' complexion sank.

Behind him, Vogel whispered to Mallos:

"Did you see, appearance, canonization, interview, praise, reward, reprimand... On this rare occasion, His Majesty has too many things to do."

"We can only make sure he doesn't move too far from his seat."

But Mallos was very dissatisfied.

"So during this period of time, many people will come forward to meet His Majesty at such a close distance," the watchman held down his wine glass and frowned:

"Who came up with the idea? Are you crazy?"

Vogel snorted coldly:

"Don't push yourself too far, Watcher."

"This is His Majesty's own decision - after he knows the 'Assassin' you saw."

Mallos choked.

Vogel snorted softly and looked in the king's direction again.

"look carefully."

Thales narrowed his eyes, and the next nobleman stepped forward and knelt down. The court steward announced that this person was of noble birth and meritorious deeds. According to tradition, he was about to accept the king's gift and become the imperial knight of the kingdom.

King Kessel stretched out his arms, and behind him, two members of the royal guard came forward holding swords and ribbons respectively.

Mallos stared:

"The person holding the sword for His Majesty, that is..."

Thales quickly looked at the man holding the sword. It was a middle-aged guard who was not tall but solid and kind.

"Chief Vanguard Officer, Baron Staley?"

Mallos was surprised: "He personally held the sword for His Majesty's canonization ceremony?"

Glover, who was a pioneer, looked at Staley, pursed his lips, and became more serious.

Vogel snorted softly, as if he was dissatisfied with Mallos' lack of awareness.

"There is also the chief security officer Bridge, and the second security officer Mariko. Their elite security team has been secretly in place, guarding the left and right."

Doyle's complexion changed when he saw the guards, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

Vogel narrowed his eyes:

"Commander, vanguard, and guard. The core three wings of the royal guard are all there. The elite are all out. Everyone who comes forward is stared at. The assassin has nowhere to hide thirty steps away."

Mallos' expression returned to calm.

Thales tried his best to search for something among the guests, but he couldn't find anything. It wasn't until he switched to the hell senses that he saw dozens of different lights shining from the power of termination in the crowded banquet.

"If that doesn't reassure you..."

Vogel lowered his voice, but he couldn't hide Thales' senses:

"His Majesty's secret guard, also known as the 'Royal Assassin' is also present."

No one noticed that the wine in the prince's hand spilled a few inches.

At that moment, Thales suddenly felt that the hidden assassin was no longer scary.

He raised his head, looked at the huge empty colonnades, and at the shadows cast by the lights, but he was no longer anxious.

"Combined with the strength of Staley and Mariko, no one can be against His Majesty," Vogel glanced at Thales:

"Or against the duke."

Mallos didn't speak, but pursed his lips tightly.

"As long as the nobles are safe, even if the assassin shows up, we will be able to respond immediately, suppress it, and turn it into a civil case of drunken misconduct or jealousy, which can be discussed at a banquet."

Vogel scoffed:

"Of course, the premise is that the assassin exists."

"In addition to my people inquiring, the logistics wing and the court chief are also checking the list, checking the luggage and gifts of the guests, and the security hall in the inner city is on the outside, clearing out the five miles around," the deputy captain said more and more forcefully :

"It is reported that the Kingdom's Secret Division is also mobilizing manpower, collecting information, and trying to find the suspect—if there is one."

"There are more people who are taking action, which can be described as mobilizing people."

"Just for your...a 'maybe'."

Vogel stared at the watchman disapprovingly.

Mallos was silent.

"See? As soon as we received your report, Captain Adrian led the entire guard to respond, ensuring adequate security."

"Don't make it look like you're the only one who's dedicated to the country, and we're all bad guys with nothing to eat."

Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

At this moment, Mallos spoke slowly.

"Is this... the captain's decision?"

Vogel glanced at him unhappily, without denying:

"I don't know why he trusts you so much, whether it's the selection of the watchman or this."

"Even if it's the nonsense of 'someone took a look at me'."

Thales felt that Mallos' breathing was accelerating.

"Of course, maybe he thinks you are born to be unlucky and troublesome."

Vogel sarcastically said: "Prepare early and clean up the mess."

Mallos didn't say a word for a while, and when the canonization ceremony reached the third person, he squeezed out a sentence:

"Thanks."

Vogel shook his head in disdain, and turned to leave.

But then he turns back:

"Also, you'd better hope the assassins are real, because if not..."

The deputy captain approached Mallos with a threatening tone:

"You should know, Watcher."

Vogel's eyes turned cold:

"You won't be the only one unlucky."

Mallos was as silent as ever, standing still.

"See you soon, Tormund. Good night, my lord."

Vogel saluted Thales and left quietly against the wall.

The dining table of the Duke of Xinghu became quiet.

Thales exhaled, looking at the lettuce that was unknowingly chopped into powder by himself.

"look?"

Doyle, who finally dared to breathe, didn't dare to look at his boss's expression, he shrugged at Thales:

"Bad guy."

Glover said cautiously:

"My lord, since the Fuxing Palace has acted... then we will..."

Mallos suddenly looked up!

"Gather everyone, arrange early warning and defense according to the usual practice," the watchman said sullenly:

"That's right, the colleagues in Fuxing Palace have taken action, but after all, this place is our territory."

Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

Mallos turned his head and looked at the curious Thales:

"We take care of ourselves."

D.D and the zombies quickly lead the way.

Thales and Mallos are left behind.

Fortunately, the canonization ceremony of the imperial knights was still going on, attracting most of the attention, and the number of people who came to visit the prince was much less.

Thales looked back at Mallos who had been stiff for a long time.

For some reason, Thales actually had an illusion when looking at this captain of the personal guard who had never been able to figure it out:

He is in a good mood now.

"So, your relationship with your superiors, especially the second in command of the guard..."

Thales looked at Vogel who had returned to the king, and tentatively said:

"Um, are you getting along well?"

Mallos tilted his head to look at his "favorite" His Highness the Duke.

"In life, there are always things that you don't want to do, but you have to do." Mallos didn't change his face, as if he didn't hear Thales' sarcasm:

"We call them - 'jobs.'"

Thales snorted strangely.

"Just like your 'work' under my hands?"

"I didn't say that."

Thales was silent for a while, and then he pulled out a polite smile: "Okay."

But that's what you think.

He bowed his head and continued to deal with the lettuce:

"but……"

Thales watched the next royal knight kiss his father's ring excitedly: "The 'bad guy' just said, your..."

"Young master brother's team?"

"How do you say it?"

Mallos raised his eyes.

Thales looked at him and blinked.

"We may have an assassin hiding among the guests," the watchman stabbed him coldly, "but you're taking it easy."

"My favorite duke?"

"Oh, my favorite captain of the personal guard," Thales looked at him intriguingly, shaking the fork in his hand, as if flicking a pointer, deliberately acting like an elder who has gone through vicissitudes:

"If you grew up like me and went through what I went through..."

Mallos looked back at him, frowning.

Thales shrugged, took a fork and ordered the plate, with a happy face:

"Well, this lettuce tastes good."

Mallos snorted and turned his head away.

Just when Thales thought this guy was the same as before, he couldn't help teasing him, the other party spoke.

"D.D and zombies, including others."

"They didn't come into your guard without a reason."

Mallos looked at the Adrian guard captain beside the king from a distance:

"The Doyle family has been far away from power for a long time, and they are not willing to be just a rich man. They racked their brains to invite Wang Chong, and they wanted to return to the Seven Attendant Center but failed."

"The Patriarch of the Glover family holds an important position in finance, and serves the king alone and tremblingly, wishing to stay away from all those who care, in order to show his dignity, self-purity, loyalty and purity."

Thales' expression froze slightly.

"In the royal capital, family background is not only a bargaining chip to ride the wind, but also a burden that binds one's hands."

Mallos’ words are a bit vicissitudes:

"It depends on how you choose."

Thales was silent for a while.

A bargaining chip that rides the wind, a burden that binds your hands and feet.

His gaze shifted to the nine-pointed star pattern on the cuff.

"Lord Mallos," Thales said lightly:

"I was thinking, maybe you should come to the etiquette class and let Ms. Jinny continue to guide me in martial arts?"

"I can't ask for more."

"It's a pity that the king's fate is hard to break." Mallos replied with a soft snort, which made Thales even more sure: he is in a good mood now.

Thales didn't want to let go of this opportunity.

"how about you?"

The prince rolled his eyes:

"Why did you join my guard and become the leader?"

Mallos paused.

"you know."

Mallos glanced at him sideways, remaining indifferent.

"Work."

Thales frowned.

Matt, you really think so.

"Then when will you introduce your family to me?"

Thales seemed to say inadvertently:

"Look at the 'Razor' Mallos family who are qualified to marry the princess. What do you want?"

"Are they your burden, or chips?"

At that moment, Thales trembled unconsciously.

Just now, the crime of Hell River seemed to... jumped?

Thales looked up in surprise: Mallos was in the same posture, frowning at him.

"What's wrong?"

Thales looked at him and said with an embarrassed smile:

"I didn't mention the grievances between you and my aunt—well, I mention it now."

Mallos frowned.

Thales shrugged and teased tentatively:

"So, am I still your favorite Duke?"

Mallos looked at him for a long time—not a normal look, but the kind of "look" that made Thales slightly terrified. In horror movies in previous lives, ghosts appeared unconsciously in the scene and stared at the protagonist. .

Just when Thales couldn't help turning his head around, Mallos spoke up.

"Another day, Your Highness."

Thales wondered:

"another day?"

Mallos nodded and became calm again.

"Another day, I can take you to the Awen Hill outside Dongcheng District, Dongshan Cemetery."

"Introduce my family to you."

"Okay..." Thales readily agreed, but then realized something was wrong:

"Wait, you said, the cemetery?"

Mallos nodded with a fresh and natural smile.

"yes."

"My grandparents, parents, uncles, siblings..."

Mallos' voice was quite deep, and with his smiling eyes, Thales was a little creepy.

"In the Mallos family, all my blood relatives that can be found in the genealogy."

"Everyone."

"They're all buried there."

Mallos' tone was calm.

It's like talking about someone else.

Except that he kept looking at Thales without blinking.

"May I introduce you to each other?"

Thales smiled and turned his head stiffly.

"Hey, that, you know..."

The prince pawed at the plate and said in embarrassment:

"This lettuce is really good."

Thales knew that the watchman's good mood came to an end.

Just like his luck tonight.

Because ten minutes later, a man came uninvited, sat down beside Thales, and smiled at him.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"It's a coincidence. At that time, I happened to meet you being chased by an assassin, and I happened to save your life... Looking back now, maybe it was fate?"

Thales looked helplessly at the person who came, and waved his hand to Mallos, who was looking over here, to show that he was normal, and asked him to stabilize the Xinghu guards who were on guard around him.

Why is this guy...

It happened to be this time...

"I'm a bit busy, so I don't have time to reminisce about the past and the present with you."

The prince was not polite, and called him by his first name:

"Jane."

However, the owner of the iris, the Duke of South Bank, Jann Cavendir raised his glass to him, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled:

"Yes, that would be a pity."

"I thought that you, who have suffered many life and death disasters, would pay special attention to the current situation of your former enemy--I just got the information recently."

Thales was taken aback.

"A former enemy?"

Jen, he talked about the assassination when we first met...

And the enemy who assassinated me in the past...

Thales subconsciously looked at Duke Arend.

"Oh, no, it's not the Duke of the North, and he can't understand his current situation," Duke Jann put down his glass, his eyes burning:

"I'm talking about that cunning, unpredictable, mad and vicious..."

Thales was taken aback.

"Obviously nothing, desperate to the end of the world..."

Jann bit the words lightly:

"But he can still catch you and me by surprise, making us look ashamed..."

The Duke snorted coldly:

"Lady Serena Corleone."

Thales was puzzled for a second, then in a trance.

Se...

Suddenly, sudden strangeness and long-lost familiarity struck at the same time.

Serena...

Thales' complexion changed slightly.

A blood vessel in the neck began to ache like it did many years ago.

Zhan En twirled the wine glass in his hand lightly, and was also a little lost in thought.

"How about it, Your Highness, for this name..."

At that moment, Duke Iris' eyes were full of fear and coldness:

"Do you have an impression?"