Kingdom’s Bloodline

"As mentioned last time, Elven language has surpassed the scope of language that we can understand, and most of its effective meanings are contained in the tacit understanding and resonance of the interlocutor, which depends on the inherent supernormality of the elves. The senses are close to the instinct of the group. Even if there are only words, they can reproduce the context through pronunciation or even strokes, read aloud or touch, complete reference, and realize empathy. This is unimaginable for humans who can only speak dryly. ..."

In the study room of Mindis Hall, Maester Bona, as always, shook his head and explained his grammar class slowly.

Thales sat upright behind the desk, quietly copying the ancient elf letters, and the five to fifteen phonetic symbols of each letter, with an elegant and meticulous posture.

It was as if nothing happened last night.

"So in written language, Elven script is often concise and capable to the point of heinousness: the grammatical structure of Ancient Xiya Elven script often omits tenses and even pronouns, and the word order of Gurion Elven script often has incomprehensible inversions—— There is a little joke, an elvish romance novel about a love triangle is translated into a common human language, but after reading the ending, the readers are divided into three factions, and there is a lot of quarrel, because the three factions think that the couple they like The characters got together in the end, until the original author couldn't help jumping out and said that he wrote Hexagonal Love..."

Bachelor Bona's voice was humming, but Thales was still focused.

The Xinghu guards who are closely guarding the door are still (Mallos prefers) a vanguard officer plus a guard officer, but they are not Glover and Doyle in the past, but Thales. The unfamiliar young man Nexi and the strong man Bastia-they both performed well last night. The former subdued DD who was eager to save his father with an iron fist, and the latter let Thales experience the hardness of his abdominal muscles .

So, Glover and Doyle, they also changed shifts.

Thales said silently.

"In view of this, when the origin of the empire and the Ludor people in the savage age imitated the ancient elves to create letters, they had to add a lot of grammatical standards, such as tense, voice, subject-verb-object order, etc. To clarify those things that the ancient elves can perceive without troublesome description, and then go to the other extreme, and then there are the ancient imperial texts that are complicated and sophisticated, and the rhetoric is changeable. In this way, when we are reading and even translating Elvish texts Be extra careful when…”

There is no sun today, the wind is howling, and it is bitingly cold.

The Mindis hall also looked desolate and lonely, silent.

In previous years, the temperature of Eternal Star City had cooled down to winter, but this year's autumn seemed to be extraordinarily long, gloomy, dull, and cold.

The Duke of Xinghu moved his wrist silently,

Watching the letters blur out on the paper.

After the night, his back was stiff, his forehead ached, and the sides of his legs were cold.

All this reminded him that it was not easy to sleep in the corner of the bedroom.

"So it is not difficult to understand why different ethnic groups have different languages, and why different languages ​​shape different ethnic groups—language is a tool and a result, but it is also the master and the cause of formation. Best example of influencing users..."

Listening to Bachelor Bona's whisper, Thales focused his eyes on the letters in front of him, and the tip of the pen moved delicately like a machine, each stroke was rigorous and meticulous.

Other than that, nothing else.

Those "others" he hated to face.

"...It's far away."

Bachelor Bona's voice became a bit ethereal, with a strange pitch, fluctuating from high to low.

The Young Duke didn't respond, he changed a sheet of paper with a blank expression, and turned to the next page to be copied.

next page.

Go to the next page.

But the volume of Bachelor Bona suddenly increased:

"It's far away!"

Thales' pen tip shook, and a drop of ink smudged on the paper.

He came back to his senses and looked up in surprise.

"Huh? Excuse me?"

In front of him, the well-groomed Bachelor Bona folded his hands, watching him with interest.

Bachelor Bona smiled and patiently explained:

"It was just a sentence of ancient Xiya elves. If you annotate all the information contained in the pronunciation, it can probably be translated into—"

The bachelor returned to his seat, with a playful tone:

"Your heart is not with me, not in class, not even in your letters, Your Highness."

Thales was taken aback for a second.

Although he quickly thought of several excuses, he finally sighed and apologized sincerely:

"I, I'm sorry, Maester Bona."

"Oh no, I should be the one to apologize," Bachelor Bona picked up his teacup, without any embarrassment:

"My explanation is obviously not interesting enough to make you concentrate and forget your worries."

Thales shook his head:

"It's not your fault, you are a very good teacher, it's just me..."

But Bona interrupted him:

"I heard what happened last night."

Thales paused.

"Respect and understanding are good things, Your Highness, and it is even more commendable not to ignore the value and connotation of each person—even the enemy—as a 'human being'."

"Really." The prince forced a smile when he heard the words, suppressing his chaotic mood.

Bachelor Bona closed his textbook and said quietly:

"But a lot of the time, don't forget: you're a human being, too."

Hearing this, Thales was stunned for a moment.

The respected old scholar smiled:

"So I thought, let's end get out of class early."

Thales put down his pen.

He just discovered that the page of elven script he copied was full of mistakes and omissions.

The boy sighed:

"Thank you for your understanding, Maester Bona, I cannot thank you enough."

Maester Bona smiled.

"And the reason why we want to improve grammar and study language, not just stop at daily conversations and letter writing, Your Highness."

He stood up, not without deep meaning:

"Because we are human beings, we value each other's values ​​and feelings, because we want to better communicate and understand each other, and dig out and express what's hidden in our hearts."

"Rather than superficial behaviors and reactions, falling into blind self-awareness and misunderstanding, being trapped in malicious speculation and suspicion, and sticking to indifferent nature and rules."

"The reason why we are different from animals and beasts, Your Highness, is not because 'we' can make fire..."

The old-fashioned Bachelor Bona carefully put away his textbooks:

"It's because some of us can light a fire and some of us can't."

These words were quite meaningful, and Thales fell silent after hearing them.

He could only stand up and salute respectfully.

After Bachelor Bona left, Thales looked at the gloomy weather outside the window, and summoned Nexi and Bastia who were accompanying him.

"Is there any news from Fuxing Palace?"

"No, Your Highness."

As a trainee vanguard officer, it was obviously the first time that Nexi received the task of accompanying the prince closely. This young man who was not a few years older than Thales seemed very excited, looking at the prince eagerly and full of anticipation.

"As a matter of fact, I think the palace is very busy with... last night's business."

last night.

Thales sighed, feeling gloomy.

The older Bastia glanced at Nexi, but the young man didn't realize it, and was still very interested:

"Do you want to send someone to Fuxing Palace to ask? I can—"

"No, there's no need."

Thales stood up.

"I want to change clothes. Next is the martial arts class. Before Mallos arrives," the Duke stood up and unbuttoned his cuffs. After last night, he had an urgent desire to wield a weapon:

"I want to go to the training ground to warm up first."

Nexi beamed with delight:

"Of course, I'm going to inform the servants—"

"But, Your Highness," the older Bastia spoke hesitantly, with a rough voice, like a bellows in a blacksmith's shop:

"About the training ground..."

He hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?" Thales looked at the guard officer who was as strong as a hill, recalled the strength of the other party when he surrounded him last night, and wondered if every royal guard had a person of this size.

"DD just came back."

Thales gave a pause for unbuttoning his hand.

Bastia observed Thales' expression, and said very quickly:

"I mean, Doyle, he and Officer Glover Vanguard are on the training ground right now... together with Officer Majors."

Thales turned back in doubt:

"so what?"

The two looked at each other, but neither answered him.

He soon had no doubts.

When Thales came to the training ground, most of the Star Lake Guards were here, divided into several teams according to their seniority and responsibilities, and formed a semicircle—just like the last "test" Thales.

Nexi wanted to remind everyone to salute loudly, but Bastia quickly stopped him.

Thales felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Under the gloomy sky, everyone stood silently, no one whispered to each other, and no one even dared to make unnecessary movements.

Thales looked over the crowd and saw Mallos standing in the front:

With his hands behind his back, his expression is still calm, his eyes are calm and unwavering, but his whole body exudes a disturbing aura.

The punishment officer Patterson, the logistics officer Stowe, and the flag officer Fubi, these senior guard members with special identities stood behind the watchman with serious expressions.

And directly in front of Mallos, which is also the center of the training ground, the two knelt on one knee, pressed their chests and bowed their heads.

Under the gaze of all people.

That was Doyle and Glover.

Thales was slightly taken aback.

The prince subconsciously stood on the side of the training ground and did not move forward.

Intuition told him that he shouldn't get any closer.

Some people still noticed the Duke's approach, but obviously, the atmosphere in front of them prevented them from saluting loudly, and many of them just bowed slightly, focused on pressing their chests.

Mallos also quickly saw Thales, and he only glanced at it before returning to the matter in front of him indifferently:

"Patterson, work."

In front of the crowd, prison officer Patterson took a cold step forward, passed Mallos, and came to the kneeling two.

"First Class Guard, Danny Doyle."

DD, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly.

The punishment officer's voice was calm, but cold, with an unquestionable attitude like a judge.

"As the guard officer with the best family background and the highest expectations in Mindis Hall, your audacious actions last night endangered the safety of His Highness, obstructed the work of colleagues, harmed the responsibilities of the guards, and even violated your own mission."

Thales, who was watching, closed his eyes. He knew what he was going to do.

But last night...

Thales thought of the terrified Baron Doyle, the hysterical baroness, and dd who drew his sword angrily.

Thinking of Anke Bailar with a hopeless smile again.

And countless pairs of onlookers.

He felt sick for a while.

"You sword should be sharpened to shine its sharp edge."

Patterson said something antique, lowered his eyes, and looked coldly at dd who was kneeling on the ground:

"Do you have anything to complain about?"

dd looked haggard, his eyes were red, obviously he hadn't slept all night.

At this moment, his clothes are messy, his hairstyle is messy, and he is far from his usual image of a lazy and slippery rich boy with a good image.

"No, Officer Patterson," Doyle took a few deep breaths. He raised his head bitterly and sadly. Only when he saw Thales did his eyes flash:

"My recklessness has affected His Highness and everyone, and I am willing to take responsibility for my mistakes."

He put down his hands on his knees, landed on his knees, and bowed his head deeply:

"My sword should be sharpened, and its edge should be lighted."

The bystanders in the guards did not speak, and everyone watched them silently, the atmosphere was chilling.

Patterson glanced at Mallos, who remained silent.

"Very good, then," the prison officer nodded, and said indifferently:

"Nine whips."

When the verdict was issued, there was finally a small disturbance in the guard, but it was quickly suppressed.

Behind Patterson, Capone and Pezza Rossi from the punishment wing - the former is always called "Paterson's little padded jacket" by DD, and the latter is a member of the temporary sniper team last night - stepped forward ,Poker face.

Doyle, who was kneeling on the ground, was already prepared. Under the eyes of everyone, he silently untied his weapon and handed it to the opponent, and then took off the equipment and clothes on his body one by one: coat, jacket, wrist guard, arm guard , leather armor, armed belt, scarf, lining...

Until his muscular and well-proportioned upper body was exposed, trembling slightly in the cold autumn wind.

The punishment officer didn't stop, and turned directly to the other person.

"Karen Glover, First Class Vanguard Officer."

Glover, nicknamed Zombie, didn't answer, remaining calm as before.

As if it wasn't his name that was evoked.

"As the most senior and most skilled vanguard officer in Mindis Hall, you never paid attention to your partner's emotional state, and after you realized it, out of sympathy, you ignored your responsibilities and even violated orders, conniving at his audacity."

DD on one side clenched his lower lip, but didn't dare to say anything more.

Compared to just now, Patterson's reprimand to Glover was more severe in tone:

"You sword should be sharpened to shine its sharp edge."

"Any objections?"

Glover raised his head slowly, as if a statue that had been dusty for thousands of years touched the air and dropped dust.

"No."

The zombie is hoarse and authentic, with a calm voice and no ups and downs:

"My sword should be sharpened, and its edge should be lighted."

Patterson looked at him for a long time before speaking:

"Seven whips."

No need to be reminded, Glover's movements were sharp and quick. He knelt down on his knees, consciously disarmed, and took off his armor, revealing a thick but dark and rough muscle, with old scars all over his body. dd is just in contrast.

Just like this, the two were naked to the upper body, kneeling on the training ground, facing the eyes of their peers.

Mallos remained silent, just watching coldly.

Thales felt more and more complicated.

Capone of the punishment wing silently opened the equipment bag, took out two small short sticks the size of a spindle, and handed them to Doyle and Glover, letting them both bite in their mouths.

"You all have experience," Capone let go of the wooden stick that Glover was clenched, and whispered between the two:

"I have only one piece of advice: hold tight and don't drop it."

On the other side, Pezzarossi methodically took out two fist-sized brown leather objects that were tied like a bow, and then slowly untied them until they became the shape of two leather whips.

The two whips were slender and strong, and Pezzarossi tried to swing them twice in the air, making a rustling sound.

Many guard members frowned.

dd took a deep breath, Glover became more serious.

"Hold it, boys," Patterson's punishment officer said coldly:

"Believe me, I've seen the barbed whips used by people in the Northland. They are thicker than the hemp ropes used to hang the city gates. That's even worse."

Doyle showed an expression of acceptance, he turned his head, looked at Thales, and nodded deeply at the prince.

Thales sighed and nodded silently to him.

Seeing this scene, Mallos frowned.

The next second, Patterson waved his hand.

Capone and Pezzarossi came behind the two of them and skillfully shook off their whips.

But at that moment, the executioner's shoulder was pressed down.

It's Mallos.

"Grey, you are in charge of Glover," the watchman looked at the surprised Patterson, walked forward, and signaled Capone to hand him the whip:

"As for Guard Doyle, I'll come."

There was a lot of discussion among the guards.

Doyle and Glover were also extremely surprised.

Patterson frowned:

"Are we coming in person? In fact, there is no need to..."

But Mallos quickly interrupted him:

"Since there are noble people in the audience, you have to be serious, don't you?"

The watchman turned his eyes sideways and glanced at Thales.

The comments of the guards were quickly suppressed.

The prince felt a chill in his heart, and cast a displeased look at Mallos:

"but I--"

"Although this is the internal affairs of the guard, Your Highness," Mallos didn't give Thales a chance to speak. He saluted the prince and smiled lightly:

"But you are still welcome to watch and be a witness."

"Or, would you like to report the number of whips for us?"

Thales couldn't believe it, and was so choked by him that he couldn't speak.

Patterson sighed, he walked behind Glover, pushed away the stunned Pezzarosi, and took the whip from him.

Mallos came behind dd, he flicked the whip on his hand, and smiled at Thales, without waiting for the latter to respond:

"Well, since His Highness is not happy, then Toledo, you come to report."

Toledo in the crowd - Mallos' orderly - froze for a moment.

He looked at his boss and then at the prince, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Until Mallos looked displeased:

"Now!"

Toledo didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he took a step forward, raised his head and raised his voice:

"one!"

The voice fell.

Under Thales' frightened eyes, Mallos and Patterson waved their arms at the same time.

Hoo hoo...

Their movements are skilled and smooth, the arcs of the two whips are almost synchronized, and the sound of breaking the wind is hardly in sequence!

Thales' breathing was slightly stagnant.

In the next second, the leather and the skin both shook in the high-speed contact, making the sound of tearing the air——

Snapped!

Crisp, piercing, cold, and palpitating.

In the field, dd shook violently!

He subconsciously put his hands together and bowed forward, but he quickly reacted, put his hands down, and straightened his back.

On the other side, Glover was biting the short stick, his face remained the same, his body was like steel, and he only trembled slightly when the whip touched his body.

But both were short of breath.

Thales soon saw: the upper backs of the two victims, whether rough or smooth, showed a thin and terrifying red line from upper right to lower left, from which bright red oozes and spreads to other skins.

"This strength," Thales heard Bastia sigh in a low voice intentionally or unintentionally:

"It's going to leave a scar."

The people watching were breathing unevenly and their eyes were complicated.

Mallos stretched out his left hand, stopped Toledo who was reporting the count, and spoke slowly:

"Guardian Danny Doyle, do you ever know what your biggest mistake was last night?"

DD was still immersed in the severe pain of the first whip, he didn't speak, just clenched the short stick, his face twisted.

Mallos was silent for a while, then he turned to Toledo.

Toledo didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly reported:

"two."

The whips of Mallos and Patterson swung out again.

Snapped!

Doyle and Glover trembled again.

Thales turned his head subconsciously, as if he could feel the unbearable pain by watching from the sidelines.

"answer me."

Mallos showed his usual calm smile:

"Guard Doyle..."

"do you know?"

dd gasped for breath and struggled.

But in the end, Doyle took a sharp breath!

He resolutely spat out the short stick, and reluctantly said:

"Because of my choice, reckless and selfish, it endangers His Highness and everyone!"

Mallos snorted softly and motioned to Toledo.

"three."

The shadow of the whip reappeared, and both of them tore through the air.

Snapped!

This time, without the short stick in his mouth, dd grunted in pain, and fell forward. It took a few seconds to straighten up and kneel again.

Glover on the other side looked at him, and only bit the short stick tighter and tighter.

"Wrong answer."

Mallos said calmly.

"Tell me, dd, when the interests of the individual and the collective conflict," the watchman shook his whip:

"How would you choose?"

As soon as this remark came out, no matter Thales, or Doyle and Glover, including the members of the guards present, all were startled.

"Or to put it bluntly, when one day, your family relatives conflict with your duties and missions," Mallos glanced at Toledo who reported the number, and said indifferently:

"How do you choose?"

Toledo sighed:

"Four."

Dance with two whips.

Snapped!

Doyle grunted in pain through his teeth, and Glover obviously couldn't bear it, and his figure began to shake.

They gasped for breath, and blood began to seep from their backs.

"What if someone takes your family's life and threatens you against His Highness?"

Mallos' voice rose high:

"Even, it is your dearest family members who want you to betray His Highness?"

Taylor's heart tightened.

He suddenly remembered the prison of bones, the old royal guard.

Doyle breathed a sigh of relief, and he straightened up again, but he was already sweating profusely and embarrassed.

Just listen to his hiss in pain:

"I, I had a mission last night, my lord!"

Mallos frowned.

This time, without waiting for Toledo to report the number, he swung his arms and whip, and made a much more terrifying explosion than before!

Snapped!

dd screamed and fell to the ground, trembling.

Everyone in the guard also trembled.

Patterson on the other side was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, whipping Glover into convulsions.

Toledo hurriedly followed and reported the numbers:

"Dirty—five!"

Thales couldn't bear to look any further, he turned his gaze away, feeling heavy in his heart.

Mallos let out a breath, he looked at the trembling Doyle, and turned to look at the other person:

"You, Vanguard Officer Karen Glover."

"You answer me."

"How do you choose?"

Glover, who was also sweating profusely, with a dusty face, took a few deep breaths, and straightened up with firm eyes.

The zombie spat out the short stick in one gulp, and said hoarsely:

"We have all made an oath, sir! I will dedicate my life to the throne and the imperial power forever."

Mallos paced and pursed his lips:

"so?"

Under the double torment of pain and shame, Glover showed a ferocious expression:

"So we have to make sacrifices, missions come before family affection."

Listening to his words, Thales breathed faster.

Mallos turned around suddenly, and the whip blew again!

Snapped!

After the horrible cracking sound, Glover let out a cry of pain, and suddenly fell down!

Patterson, who was holding a whip, frowned. He looked at Glover, who was supposed to be his task, and at Mallos, who had gloomy eyes, not knowing why.

"Give him five whips."

Before Toledo could keep up with the report, Mallos raised his chin at Glover below him, and said to Patterson:

"Also, the whip just now doesn't count."

The punishment officer showed a look of surprise.

"Because you stayed strong with the previous whip, Gray," Mallos said calmly without waiting for the other party to speak:

"You know, I trust you a lot."

Patterson's face turned serious.

The punishment officer gripped the handle of the whip tightly, did not make a sound, and did not dare to show mercy.

On the other side, dd, who had regained his strength, looked at Glover who was lying on the ground trembling, and said hastily:

"Lord, sir! It's not about zombies, I was the one last night..."

He gritted his teeth, and said regardless of the tears running down his face:

"I made the wrong choice! I dare not make sacrifices!"

Mallos frowned slightly, swinging his arms.

Snapped!

Under the sound of the whip, Doyle also lay on the ground, his back was dripping with blood, and he was panting intermittently.

"Here, also add five whips." Mallos said lightly, but did not explain why.

Toledo didn't dare to hesitate and continued to count.

Thales, who couldn't see it anymore, wanted to speak, but when he thought that it was because of his appearance that the situation worsened and their punishment was increased, he had to force himself to calm down and hold back all his words.

Mallos raised his head and looked at the guards.

"sacrifice."

The watchman spoke softly, but made everyone stand up straight.

"That word always seems easy when you say it, doesn't it?"

"Holy, glorious, great, heart-pounding, feeling elevated."

Mallos paced back and forth, but did not continue to whip him immediately.

"But a lot of people forget."

Mallos looked at the gloomy sky with misty eyes, as if looking up at an unreachable god.

"The nature of sacrifice..."

"It's a deal."

Under the eyes of everyone in astonishment, the watchman lowered his head slowly.

Doyle and Glover gritted their teeth again and straightened their backs.

"In ancient times, when the belief in the gods was still popular, mortals offered sacrifices in front of the altar in exchange for the blessings of the gods. This is the source of sacrifice."

After the voice fell, Toledo restarted the counting and brought the next whip

Snapped!

The two tortured fell down again, their elbows resting on the ground.

Thales' pupils shrank severely.

"So it's the exact opposite of what it sounds like—sacrifice, it's selfish."

Mallos said in a deep tone:

"It's a profitable transaction."

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