Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the swaying carriage, Thales and Raphael sat opposite each other, silent to each other.

Thales looked at the envoy of the secret department who had lived and died with him in Dragon Clouds City, and recalled the last time they parted in the tunnel.

Raphael was calm, with a half-smile in his dark red eyes.

Just like meeting for the first time, she is confident and wise.

Why is he always so confident?

Then do some messy things that are shameful, and you need someone else to clean your ass if you mess up the pot.

Thinking of this, the young man who had just escaped from the Ballard Room felt even more gloomy.

"Shouldn't you stay in the north and play hide-and-seek with the meteorites? When did you come back?"

Unable to stand the other party's bewildered smile, Thales broke the silence first.

Raphael curled his mouth and looked out the window:

"recent."

Look, what a recent one.

Could there be a more mysterious answer than this?

Thales coughed:

"Those who stayed in Dragon Clouds, Wyah, Rolf, and Putilei..."

"Safety."

Raphael answered concisely, with a firm tone.

Thales frowned.

"Gilbert said that he couldn't find you in the secret department these few years..."

"Secret."

"Then you disguised yourself in makeup at the imperial meeting just now..."

"hide."

"So why did you take me to the kingdom's secret department?"

"Important."

After a few rounds of back and forth, Thales, who felt that he was talking to Yodel, laughed back angrily.

Angrily said:

"Can't you say a few more words?"

Finally, Raphael turned around, and the red eyes contained profound meaning:

"But it's what you said, if I say another word of nonsense..."

"You are going to marry Miss Miranda?"

Thales choked, and sighed after several seconds, exhausted physically and mentally.

How petty.

Thales waved his hand helplessly and exited the game:

"Just kidding, okay?"

Raphael smiled, and he easily leaned against the carriage.

"I know," he said with a satisfied face:

"Me too."

Tellspi curled the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

"Is there any point in being so talkative?"

"It doesn't make sense," Raphael looked at the prince's speechless little face:

"It's just kind of fun."

Thales didn't know how to reply for a moment, so he sighed speechlessly.

A few minutes later.

"Raphael, have you met Miranda in six years?"

Raphael raised his eyebrows:

"You want to hear the truth?"

"certainly."

"Then I'll have to lie."

Thales took a few seconds to digest this information:

"oh."

Prince nodded:

"So... see Cohen?"

"who is he?"

"..."

The carriage shook for a few more minutes, Thales sighed.

"Raphael, if you don't plan to leave the secret department for the rest of your life."

The prince looked at the bone man seriously:

"Then what does she mean to you?"

"How are you going to face her?"

Raphael raised his red eyes: "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"Caring about the emotional life of your subordinates."

Raphael showed a sarcastic smile.

"how about you?"

He asked back:

"What does she mean to you, Your Highness?"

Thales leaned against the carriage and sighed:

"I told you I won't marry Miranda..."

But Raphael's next sentence made Thales stop talking:

"But I'm not talking about Miranda."

The air was quiet for a moment.

The scenery outside the window changes step by step, from city streets to country roads.

Thales remained silent.

"When you were in Dragon Clouds City, you two had a deep relationship and were very close."

Raphael looked to the north, and his voice was brisk:

"Can you really let go of this feeling?"

"Strange from now on?"

Thales clenched his teeth.

"Don't talk about anything else, Raphael," the prince said angrily:

"I have nothing to do with her."

Raphael chuckled lightly, not paying attention.

"If you are destined to become the Star King, Your Highness, plan your strategy in the Ballard Room..."

To Thales, the bone man's words became extremely sharp:

"How are you going to face... her?"

"Facing what you like?"

Thales felt annoyed for a while.

"I'll just say it once, Raphael," the prince turned his head and said coldly:

"I'm definitely not in that relationship with her. No! Yes!"

"What kind of relationship?"

"What do you care about me?"

"but……"

"No but!"

"I just want to say……"

"Don't say it!"

Back and forth, Raphael could only let out a long sigh, admit defeat and surrender:

"All right."

Thales snorted and folded his arms tightly.

The boneless man said with emotion:

"It's just a pity that you don't like her..."

Thales turned his head even further.

"You know, we finally picked out the fine grains for her, and we are ready to welcome her back to the country..."

Thales froze for a moment, then turned around.

"Grains, fine grains, welcome back? Wait, who are you talking about?"

"Who else?"

Raphael turned around:

"Of course it was carefully selected by the Secret Division for you from hundreds of candidates..."

Raphael showed his white teeth and smiled brightly:

"Good horse Jenny."

Thales was silent for a full ten seconds, leaning against the carriage, swaying in the wind.

Only then did he show his middle finger expressionlessly.

Grass you.

Looking at his face, Raphael laughed heartily.

Thales swore with a dark face: If the other party tells this joke again, when he becomes king, the first order he will give is to let Miranda marry Cohen.

Ah, God knows how much he missed Cohn at that moment.

Raphael sat back in his original position:

"Feel better?"

"Not at all," Thales said listlessly:

"But thank you for enlivening the atmosphere."

"You're welcome," Raphael didn't care about the resentment in the prince's words at all:

"Anyway, you will only feel more uncomfortable later."

Thales' mood collapsed again after seeing a slight improvement.

"This time for what happened last night?"

A shadow passed over Raphael's face.

"What else can it be?"

When it comes to business, it seems that the relaxation just now is gone.

The skeleton man sighed:

"Fourteen hours ago, I was still busy sorting out the battle reports of the Liberty Alliance, and then I received news of an accident at the royal banquet—anyway, no matter where you are, you can always make something happen."

Raphael shook his head.

Thales also snorted angrily:

"Then depose my identity and let me change my face and disappear. Do you believe that I can be a law-abiding citizen for the rest of my life?"

Raphael glanced at him.

"You? A law-abiding citizen?"

"Do you believe it yourself?"

Thales was speechless for a moment.

"So what happened last night," Thales tried hard to get back to the topic of concern:

"What is the truth about the grievances between Yatiao Town and Jinghe, that is, between Bailar and Doyle?"

Raphael was silent for a few seconds.

"His Majesty has ordered the Court of Justice and the Court of Noble Affairs to be responsible for the trial of the case."

"Out of the principle of neutrality, I suggest you not to intervene..."

Thales yawned big.

"Seriously, Rafael, why do you think I didn't dance with the young girls at the banquet until dawn, but smelled your sweat in this broken carriage?"

Raphael changed his posture and sniffed his collar calmly.

"Or do you think I'm as easy to deceive as Cohen, or as tolerant as Miranda?"

Thales winked at him:

"Just take it as a... private inside story?"

Raphael frowned.

Thales raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Raphael's sleeve intentionally or unintentionally.

The latter's forearm is as white and perfect as ever.

It's unbelievable that there used to be...

The skeleton man was silent for a moment, and instinctively pulled up his cuffs.

"You shouldn't get involved with personal friendship," his red eyes flashed:

"You are a prince, I am a servant, we should do business properly."

Hey, who was it that was talking about personal friendship with him all the way just now?

"Someone else, maybe."

"But you are still different, Raphael," Thales said half sincerely and half routinely:

"That night in Dragon Clouds City was different."

Raphael tilted his head and glanced at him.

"By the way," Thales added:

"If we really want to cooperate in the next 50 or 60 years and meet at the imperial meeting, it is best to start now and learn how to get along."

Perhaps convinced by the last sentence, Raphael took a deep breath and sat upright in the carriage.

He said seriously:

"Judging from the information obtained by the Secret Division, this incident is an unfortunate tragedy."

Yes, tell me something I don't know - Thales swallowed this sentence while nodding earnestly and humbly.

Raphael continued:

"Baron Doyle of Mirror River is a complete idiot, the biggest advantage is that he is shameless."

"It happened that he was lucky, and the wife he married was a business expert. She managed the family for several years and accumulated wealth well-or in other words, speculated and made money everywhere-so the Doyle family became richer and bolder. , the hands are getting longer and longer, unscrupulous..."

Thinking of Baroness Doyle and his wife, Thales nodded with lingering fear.

Raphael snorted softly:

"On the other hand, the ruler of Yatiao Town is also not a good guy, and he has no good intentions when he borrows money."

"Old Bailar doesn't understand the immorality of financial management, but he is good at intimidating, intimidating, and extorting the traditional arts of nobles. These years, he has been blackmailed and threatened by him, so he can only knock down his front teeth and swallow his blood Sufferers, you can add up to form a guard, and maybe you can leave a reserve."

Thales frowned upon hearing this.

"It's only been a day, and the secret department has investigated so clearly?"

Raphael laughed and shook his head:

"Of course not."

"But we found that one of the parties to this case has already registered with the Finance and Taxation Department: Mrs. Joke Mann has been staring at the Doyle family for a long time, staring at their gray income, waiting for the pigs to be fattened, It's easy to kill."

The treasurer, Joke Mann, has long been eyeing the Doyle family?

Thales realized something.

Raphael said disdainfully:

"So where investigation is used, our people just moved over the tracking files and investigation files that have been backlogged for several years overnight-of course, the people from the Finance and Taxation Department may not be happy if they are intercepted."

The Department of Finance and Taxation, overnight, cut Hu...

Hearing this, Thales looked strange.

He recalled Lord Joker Mann's gaffe in rejecting the budget at the meeting this morning.

Thinking about it now, where did the other party lose his composure...

That's basically "Brother Chen dropped a few thousand yuan tonight"!

If he didn't lift the table, he's done well.

"So in this way, Doyle, who is rich and greedy, and Bailar, who is arrogant and rascal, these two families are just like this..."

Thales exhaled and said helplessly:

"It's really like meeting an opponent at chess and meeting a good talent."

Raphael nodded

"It's not a big deal at first. After the nobles are fighting, after a lot of trouble, the two deadlocked families will probably follow the usual practice and return to the negotiating table..."

Raphael glanced at Thales.

"But at this moment, because the Legendary Wing left the camp, the Saber Camp was attacked by orcs and bone men. Unfortunately, Old Bailar, who was stationed in the army, was attacked and died of fright."

"The balance is out of balance."

Thales slapped his forehead in frustration.

Why is it me again?

But Raphael's words continued:

"In addition, recently, Baron Doyle of Jinghe, who has become popular, relied on his son to climb up to a newly-returned royal family figure. He has a particularly high profile in the capital, and his back has become stiff."

Thales' complexion became more and more ugly.

However, Raphael intentionally lengthened the words and repeated: "The royal family's - big - man - thing. Do you understand?"

Thales sighed:

Why is it still me?

"If that's the case, it's fine, but one wins and one loses, one family gains and one family loses,"

"Until Old Bailar's eldest son returns from the Tower of Terminus—as you can see, he is a stunned young man."

"My mind is full of radical ideas that the traditional nobles in the country do not have, and I decided to go to a certain banquet to make big news."

Thales huddled in the corner of the carriage, slamming his mouth numbly.

Why is it always me?

Raphael said helplessly:

"So, Your Highness, you must smell my sweat here."

After the words fell, the two sighed at the same time, and held their arms tightly at the same time.

"So, Anke Bailar, how is he doing now?"

"We are still interrogating according to the process, from the motivation process to the mastermind behind it," Raphael said lightly:

"If you ask me, among the 'guests' received by the secret department, that child is considered very strong."

interrogation

Taylor's heart darkened.

"What else is there to ask?" the prince said angrily: "The mastermind is Jan Cavendir, and that guy admitted it directly in front of me last night."

"He's the one who should be here smelling your sweat."

Hearing this name, Raphael's complexion was a little strange.

"I think you should perhaps know, Your Highness..."

"The Guardian Duke of the South Bank, Jann Cavendir, left the royal capital this morning due to urgent matters in the family, and returned to Emerald City."

Thales was surprised at first, then understood.

It slipped so fast.

"Of course, as the mastermind behind the scenes, he has to save his own life," Thales said with a sneer, crossing his arms:

"Isn't it urgent?"

If the Grand Duke of Fengzhao City back then had Zhan En's ability to rub the soles of his feet with oil, maybe he wouldn't have to be broken by King Nuen.

But Raphael's tone sank.

"Before leaving, Duke Kevin Deere sent His Majesty the Petition for Emerald City Substitute."

Thales didn't react for a moment:

"What?"

Raphael glanced at Thales:

"He applied to His Majesty that the vassals of Iris Flower can voluntarily pay new taxes every quarter according to their needs, and be exempted from military service and labor service accordingly-the emerald city is prosperous, and there are quite a few lords who are willing to do so ——The Cavendir family will lead by example and pay taxes to the royal family for the kingdom’s conscripts lost as a result, and make up for it in the form of subsidizing the royal standing army.”

Thales took a few seconds to understand the meaning of this sentence.

What?

The Kevin Deere family will lead by example...

pay taxes...

alternate...

To subsidize the royal standing army...

The next second, Thales, who was taken aback, struggled up from the backrest.

"There was just an argument about this at the imperial meeting... But this is too fast, isn't it?"

Moreover, it is a major event related to the rule of the lords of the whole territory of the South Bank.

Unless it's beforehand...

Raphael shrugged:

"The official announcement will arrive around the afternoon."

afternoon.

Thales suddenly remembered his father's original words in the Ballard room:

[The meeting will be held in the afternoon to discuss how to help Qiu Ke solve the budget problem...]

afternoon.

Budget.

At that moment, what joints were connected at that moment.

"Jen, he and my father actually..." Thales couldn't believe it: "Fuck."

He cursed angrily.

The prince immediately looked at the bone man, not without disappointment.

"So our Duke of the South Bank, he won't be held accountable, will he?"

"At least it's not the reason to instigate assassins to hinder the Duke of Xinghu?"

Raphael patted him on the shoulder sympathetically

"Not only that, but the Secret Division has to allocate another manpower to 'dispel rumors'," Rafael said with a displeased look on his face:

"There are always people spreading ignorant rumors like 'The Duke of Star Lake accused Kevin Dill in public last night'."

ignorance...

It took Thales a while to put away his unbelievable expression.

Nope.

Forget fame and fortune...

Still want to criticize?

"So... I messed up your business again?" Thales said dumbly.

"It's okay," Raphael said with a broken look:

"Anyway, the secret department is used to it."

"For six years my men have set up a special emergency response team, and you're their favourite—greatly increasing their presence and budget."

"By the way, their nickname is 'Prince's Little Butt'..."

Thales, who was immersed in depression, frowned:

"The prince's what?"

The skeleton man raised his cheek helplessly.

"You know, every time you take a shit," Raphael gave a particularly awkward wink:

"You have to wipe it off."

Thales was dumbfounded and speechless.

Raphael gave him a wicked smile.

"Okay, Kevin Dill..."

Having figured out something, the prince exhaled annoyedly, buried his face in his palm and rubbed it up and down:

"I should have killed him last night..."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Thales pulled his face out of his palm, solemnly said:

"Anke Bailar, what will happen to him?"

Raphael put away his suspicious face:

"If His Majesty has no other opinion, the court will convict him..."

"But judging from the existing facts, he attacked the royal banquet with weapons, hurt his noble peers, threatened the Duke of Xinghu, assassinated members of the royal family, and despised the majesty of the royal family..."

Listening to Rafael's count of crimes, Thales thought of Anke's desperate eyes, and his last conversation with himself, feeling heavy.

【If I let go, what should I do? 】

[I don't know, but I will try my best. 】

【I have already done my best. 】

【No, you didn't. You didn't see me. 】

Thales clenched his fist subconsciously.

"What about his family? What about his relatives?"

Raphael glanced at him and said nothing.

Thales sighed.

But his eyes sharpened immediately:

"Listen, Raphael."

"If I say, with your help, the Duke of Xinghu will do something to affect certain results, is it possible?"

Raphael's red eyes also flashed a gleam.

"It depends on what you want to do," the skeleton man said cautiously:

"Different options, different results."

Thales was silent for a while.

"Okay then, from difficult to easy."

The prince thought about it seriously, and tentatively asked three sentences:

"Prison robbery?"

"freed?"

"At least—to avoid death?"

Raphael read the three options silently, then smiled kindly.

Without procrastination, he answered the corresponding three answers with empathy:

"impossible. "

"impossible."

"Also—impossible."

There was silence in the carriage for a minute, only the sound of wheels was heard.

"Raphael Lindbergh."

"Your Highness?"

"What use do I need you for!"

"Well, there is one last way."

"What?"

"You are crowned king."

"It's not funny."

"I know."

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