Kingdom’s Bloodline

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"You, you can't do this."

Thales' distraught voice sounded in Ballard's room.

But what greeted the boy was the king's indifferent answer, as if this thrilling confrontation had ended:

"go out."

Thales' breathing was stagnant, and his nails pierced into his palm, causing pain.

No.

It's not over yet.

can't end...

Thales took a deep breath and made his last effort:

"That orphan girl is said to be a bargaining chip to order Xihuang, but it's actually just an excuse—although this excuse is shocking."

He leaned forward and leaned on the table, gritted his teeth and said:

"And the real bargaining chip, as you said, is me."

But the king was unmoved, with an indifferent expression:

"Do you keep your dignity and go out by yourself, or wait for the royal guard to come in and drag you out?"

Thales tried his best to ignore the other party's words, and regained the topic:

"Without me, Falkenhauser would not go downhill to cooperate with you."

"Without me, Emory's orphan, she is worthless in your hands."

But King Kessel had obviously lost interest, he lowered his head to meditate again, and stopped responding.

Damn, damn, damn.

Seeing the opponent's reluctance, Thales was anxious.

"The Duke of Xihuang will not let you get what you want."

Thales subconsciously raised the volume:

"Since he dared to take the risk of giving a bargaining chip, he must be prepared, and he may even lead the people of the Western Wilderness to rebound violently, causing the situation to deteriorate..."

But he was disappointed.

King Kessel remained unresponsive.

"At that time..." Thales stopped talking, looking at the king with his eyes closed and thinking, he felt tired and annoyed.

what to do.

what to do?

Anxiety and resentment ignited in his chest at the same time, driving Hell River's crimes to become untimely excited, making Thales even more irritable.

The man in front of him is stubborn, self-willed, unthreatening, unwilling to compromise, doing his own way, and not listening to admonitions.

Those who come hard will not be convinced, and those who are soft will not be hooked.

The whole body is stabbed, which is disgusting.

How could such a person not be beaten to death when he was young?

Why is he still a king?

Were all the nobles who made him king back then blind?

"Hey!"

The king's attitude made the boy Wuming angry. He stood up abruptly and thumped the table: "Hey! Dude!"

"Didn't you hear what I was saying?"

King Kessel seemed to be transformed back into a statue, motionless.

"I'm fucking talking to you!"

Thales threw away all etiquette and rudely shouted:

"Kassel fucking Canxing!"

There was a click from behind.

The door to Ballard's room opened.

What followed was an icy cold wind, and a cautious request: "Your Majesty, we are going to—"

"The king is alive!"

The prince interrupted the visitor furiously.

"If you really want to kill the king and father, it's for the sake of the setting sun goddess."

Without looking back, he roared angrily:

"I'll let you know before I do it, Your Majesty the Pioneer Mariko the son of a bitch!"

Thales' roar echoed in the corridor, arousing whispers from the royal guards outside the door.

A few seconds later, someone should have prompted something, and the air was completely quiet.

Across the long table, King Kessel finally opened his eyes and frowned after hearing this.

"Very good," Thales looked at the king and let out a sigh of relief, his anger still lingering:

"I thought you had a stroke, Father."

There was a friendly cough behind him, but it wasn't Mariko.

"Sorry, Your Highness."

The voice of Lord Adrian, the chief commander of the royal guard, came along with his footsteps:

"I'm just here...to deliver dinner."

Thales turned his head and saw the captain of the general guard walking steadily into the room holding two sets of dinner plates skillfully.

The royal guards were standing outside, still vigilant.

Thales was a little surprised, but after he slowly woke up and calmed down his breathing, he became more and more disappointed in his heart.

it's over.

The royal guard came in.

That means...

"I know, dinner, this should be Baron Quentin's job."

Lord Adrian walked up to the king and flexibly served the meal to ease the atmosphere:

"But after he came back from paying the bills with several glass merchants, he had a headache and asked for sick leave..."

King Kessel interrupted him directly:

"No need, Adrian."

The king glanced at Thales coldly, and then looked at the vigilant guards outside the door:

"We're done talking."

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

Captain Adrian's guard had just served the king's meal, but he also froze when he heard this.

He put away his smile, turned to Thales, thoughtful:

"Really, so fast?"

King Kessel remained motionless.

Thales took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

His heart gradually became cold.

"You really don't care, do you?"

With despair and exhaustion, Thales said in frustration:

"I don't understand. If the whole kingdom is destroyed, what's the point of all the things you've done—conquests, reforms, tax increases?"

"What's the point?"

The volume of his bleak questioning was extremely high, and the words echoed in the hallway.

Facing the prince's questioning, King Kessel didn't listen to it, and only hooked the corner of his mouth in disdain.

On the contrary, Adrian's complexion changed, and he hurriedly turned to the door, signaling his subordinates to close the door.

After doing this, Adrian sighed, and came to Thales with a plate.

"Don't bother, Adrian, he won't be eating here."

The king said coldly.

"Of course, but..."

Adrian put down the dinner plate, picked up a small jug, filled the glass for Thales, and smiled:

"As far as I know, you haven't had a good meal all day, Your Highness. At least have a glass of wine to sober up."

"Northern rye from the north, I hope it suits your taste."

But at this moment Thales is not interested in dinner, he just stares at King Kessel, his eyes are bloodshot:

"I do not drink."

"Oh, yes, I heard Mallos say that."

When Adrian heard the words, he had no choice but to take the flagon away and sighed:

"It's a pity, from the picking of raw materials, brewing and storage, long-distance freight, to the selection of meals in the back kitchen, countless people have overcome all difficulties, just to deliver it to you..."

Countless people have overcome all difficulties and went forward...just to...send it to you...

Like himself, fighting so hard just to sit here.

but……

Listening to Adrian's words, Thales looked at the expressionless king, but felt extremely sad.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

Adrian turned his head in surprise: the wine glass in front of Thales was thrown to the ground by him and shattered.

"Your Highness—"

Adrian was stunned before he finished speaking: Thales' hand reached out at some point, grabbed the flagon in his hand, and pulled it unquestionably.

The prince was still staring at the king, he lifted the lid of the pot, aimed at the spout, and poured it with his head up!

"puff!"

The wine entered his throat, and Thales only swallowed it before spraying it out in embarrassment.

Damn.

"This wine is definitely not from the northern border." Feeling the taste that he would never get used to, the prince coughed painfully, while staring at King Kessel with red eyes:

"Further north, bloody Exeter stuff!"

"Really," Adrian was slightly surprised:

"Then I admire them even more, how far this has to go..."

"Adrian."

The king interrupted the captain of the guard with a cold expression:

"Escort Prince Thales back to Mindis Hall."

Panting, Thales clenched his fists.

Adrian narrowed his smile, turned and bowed:

"yes?"

The captain of the general guard who has been in office for many years has a tacit understanding, and the tone of his reply is pending, waiting for the next instruction.

King Kessel paused for a moment, and took a deep look at Thales.

"My son was young and frivolous, and he had a fledgling love affair. He was dissatisfied with the marriage arrangement, so he recklessly broke into the palace to ask for an explanation."

Thales was breathing in a trance.

Seeing that a catastrophe that shook the throne was determined to be an after-dinner affair, Adrian immediately smiled:

"I see."

Until the king's next words:

"I was so angry that I ordered a heavy punishment, and the punishment will never be forgiven."

Severe punishment.

Thales' heart was beating wildly.

The captain of the general guard also frowned:

"His Majesty?"

King Kessel snorted softly before continuing:

"Thanks to the persuasion of the imperial court officials, we had a face-to-face conversation and finally cleared up the misunderstanding."

Cleared up the misunderstanding.

Adrian nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I see."

"The royal guards who witnessed the incident today, Canxing's private soldiers, palace servants, and visiting officials and nobles," King Kessel said in a playful tone:

"Make sure they say 'accurately' when asked."

"Of course." Adrian's smile faded slightly, "They have a very good memory, and they won't remember wrongly."

Listening to their arrangements for "funeral affairs", Thales, who knew that the situation was over, sneered.

"Correct collective memory?"

Thales looked at the king, and what he said made Adrian look sideways:

"I can't convince you with national righteousness, can I?"

"Even if you pull the bloody year out as a swordsman, you are still indifferent."

Thales closed his smile and said coldly:

"When will you realize that the stars don't belong to you alone?"

"tyrant?"

Adrian suddenly changed color.

The Iron Fist King finally raised his head and faced Thales squarely.

"Adrian."

This time, the king's answer was unwavering:

"Today, those followers who instigated the prince to break into the palace and surrounded him..."

Taylor's heart tightened,

"Whether it is a guard servant or an entourage lover, whether it is a commoner, a nobleman, a descendant of the seven servants, or a royal family, you make a list and submit it to the Noble Affairs Council, the Security Office, the Disciplinary Office, the Flag Wing and the Secretary. division."

The king looked at Thales and narrowed his eyes:

"They know what to do."

Thales trembled slightly.

Wyah, Rolf, Glover, D.D, Cohen...

"Obey, Your Majesty," Adrian said without hesitation:

"Let's do it."

The prince glared at King Kessel, his breathing disordered.

But that's not all.

"As for the negligence of the Mindis Hall, which allowed assassins to sneak into the royal banquet," the king raised his chin and glanced at Thales condescendingly:

"Tell Vogel the bannerman: It's about the prince's safety and the face of the royal family..."

"Strictly investigate, strictly examine."

The king paused, his eyes turned cold:

"punish severely."

punish severely.

Taylor's feeling gradually became trance.

"Also, let Mallos return to his post. Maybe you are right, he is not suitable for this position."

King Kessel withdrew his gaze and snorted softly:

"Captain of the prince's guard, we have another choice: Vogel or Mariko are both good."

Adrian didn't speak when he heard the words, but bowed again.

At that moment, Thales' nails clasped tighter and tighter in his palm, almost tearing his flesh.

"You won't succeed."

The prince's voice sounded coldly in the room, full of resentment and anger.

"You will only drag the whole star to hell."

"Just like the previous king."

As soon as these words came out, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a bit.

The king was silent for a while, and Adrian also bowed his head in silence.

"That's it, Adrian."

King Kessel said plainly but beyond doubt:

"Now, take him and get out."

Thales sneered and lowered his head.

"As ordered."

Adrian bowed, but was suddenly taken aback:

"Oh, Your Majesty, I remembered something..."

The captain of the guard raised his head, and the king looked back at him lightly.

I saw Adrian hesitated and said:

"On the way just now, everyone saw me coming in with dinner."

King Kessel frowned:

"so?"

"So, if the misunderstanding about entering the palace is really resolved, we can make up with each other..."

Adrian tentatively said:

"At this time, His Highness Thales should feel ashamed, ashamed and embarrassed, but you invite him tolerantly and lovingly—to have dinner?"

have dinner together.

King Kessel frowned.

Thales also looked up in doubt.

What.

Adrian smiled kindly, and waved his finger to the door:

"In this way, everyone can remember 'accurate'?"

precise.

The king was silent for a while, while Thales looked at Adrian in surprise.

"The imperial meeting is not over," King Kessel said coldly:

"I didn't spend the whole night with him either."

Adrian's eyes lit up.

"Oh, speaking of this, Your Majesty, don't worry."

"Half an hour ago, Baron Quentin had already arranged board and lodging in the palace for all the adults in the imperial meeting tonight, in case you need to call for government affairs at any time."

King Kessel's expression changed slightly.

Lord Adrian nodded with a smile, and gestured to the meals on the table:

"Relax, Your Majesty, you did have a whole night."

King Kessel paused for a few seconds, then frowned and questioned:

"You just said that after paying the glass bill, Quentin was unwell and took leave."

Adrian frowned:

"Is it?"

Facing the cold eyes towards the king, the captain of the guard smiled, with a pierced expression on his face, helpless and embarrassed:

"Okay, then I'll take His Highness out to see if I can keep a low profile and let less people see me..."

Adrian sighed, walked towards Thales, and smiled apologetically.

at this moment.

"okay."

The king interrupted him coldly.

King Kessel glanced at Thales and said with disdain:

"He stayed."

"You weigh the time and take him away later."

Adrian's eyes lit up, and he answered fluently:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Thales stared at Adrian blankly.

What's this?

"But before you go."

The king's words changed at the right time.

King Kessel raised his chin to Thales:

"Take this idiot to Mariko and tell him that the king teaches his sons strictly and asks him to replace Punishment Wing to carry out punishments on members of the royal family."

Teach children strictly?

Thales gritted his teeth.

He stared at the king, and a thousand thoughts filled his mind.

Adrian was silent for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, speaking of that, I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I just remembered..."

The captain of the guard raised his head, smiling all over his face:

"Mariko left for some reason—he was just sent by me to the Mindis Hall to join the Flag Wing to condolence to the brothers of the Star Lake Guard who were detained for some reason."

The king sneered:

"Just now? Leaving for some reason? Like Quentin on sick leave?"

"Yes, it's like Quentin—" Adrian replied without thinking, but he didn't realize something was wrong halfway through the words, he laughed and said:

"Ah, maybe it's still different."

There was silence in the room for a while.

The king turned his head and glanced at Thales with a complicated expression:

"You take good care of him."

"certainly."

Adrian didn't blink his eyes, and answered without hesitation, as if he couldn't hear the meaning behind the words:

"Mariko is still young, so he should run more errands and exercise more."

boom!

The king slapped the chair.

"Adrian."

King Kessel snorted angrily, and his gaze came like a sword:

"Did you make up your mind and go against my wish?"

Adrian looked serious.

"My fault, Your Majesty."

He took a step back and bowed deeply.

"Perhaps against your wishes."

The captain of the guard said respectfully:

"But it's what you need."

King Kessel stared at his captain coldly, his eyes rolling with anger.

suit your needs.

Thales silently watched Adrian's confrontation with the king.

have dinner together.

He suddenly understood what the other party was doing.

But, but what's the use of that.

His battle in the Fuxing Palace...

Ten seconds of silence.

King Kessel did not answer, but the anger in his eyes slowly faded.

"It's Gilbert, the one who begged you to do it?"

Adrian raised his head, he was confused at first, and then suddenly realized:

"What? Oh, Your Majesty, if you want to summon Count Caso, I will..."

King Kessel let out a breath, feeling helpless and annoyed.

"Enough, let's go."

The king shook his hand impatiently:

"I'll give you five minutes, come back and take him away."

Lord Adrian nodded, submissive:

"As you wish."

But the footsteps of the captain of the guard stopped immediately:

"But in the eyes of outsiders, if His Highness finishes his meal here in peace, finishes his speech, and then leaves with me, at least he must..."

Adrian said awkwardly:

"A quarter of an hour?"

A quarter of an hour?

The king and Thales were stunned for a second.

Bang!

In the next second, King Kessel, who couldn't take it anymore, knocked over the wine glass with his palm and glared at Adrian: "Ed——"

"Follow Your Majesty!"

Lord Adrian bowed, and hurriedly replied before the king:

"That's a quarter of an hour!"

After speaking, without waiting for the king to respond, Adrian turned and left, but stopped halfway.

"Sorry, Your Highness, but I must take your knife and fork."

The captain of the guard walked up to Thales, glanced at the dazed prince, and took away the knife and fork next to the dinner plate in apology:

"I believe that a spoon is enough-you know, people in the Far East can eat with only two thin wooden sticks."

Thales looked at the captain of the guard with a complicated expression.

"Thank you, my lord," he said hoarsely.

Thank you and Gilbert for fighting for me...

A quarter of an hour.

But that's all.

What else could he...do?

"You're welcome, Your Highness," Adrian said with a smile, weighing the knife and fork in his hand:

"By the way, your sword is really heavy, and it's really hard to hold it in your hand."

Thales smiled bitterly, ignoring the king whose expression was almost frozen into ice.

"That's not mine, it's Karabyan..."

But Adrian didn't let him continue, but said to himself:

"But it will be much more convenient once we find its scabbard."

The captain of the royal guard nodded meaningfully:

"After all, ancient swords..."

"It's hard to escape its scabbard."

Can't escape its sheath.

The next second, Thales suddenly looked up!

"What?"

He looked at Adrian in surprise.

Lord Adrian smiled slightly, blinked his eyes, and immediately walked away, stepping out of the Ballard room between the opening and closing of the door.

Thales stared blankly at the direction he was leaving.

Tormund Mallos.

You son-of-a-bitch watchman, the captain of the guard I hate the most.

Isn't he being interrogated by the flag wing, can't he take care of himself?

Do you still have time to mind my business?

Thales clenched his fists.

The gate is closed.

The room returned to silence.

"It seems that you are very welcome." The king looked at the gate thoughtfully.

"And this makes you uneasy?" Thales took a deep breath, returned to reality, and looked at his father.

The king snorted coldly.

"Eat," King Kessel grabbed the knife and fork indifferently:

"Unless you want to be whipped hungry, it's not a good feeling."

Thales grabbed the spoon and looked at his soup bowl.

He was no match for the king.

He cannot turn into another sword.

Just like the holy temple and the emperor's wind, the root of their formation fundamentally determines that they are bound to compete with each other, and they are incompatible.

Neither one will easily bow to the other.

And he, Thales looked at his own reflection in the bowl.

Therefore, he could not take the chips given by Falkenhauser and negotiate terms in front of King Kessel.

He couldn't hold the sword given by the people from Xihuang and claim credit for the Fuxing Palace.

That doesn't work.

Thales squeezed the spoon in his hand, frowning slightly.

not enough.

He didn't give enough.

not enough.

Far from enough.

The sin of Hell River flooded his brain, but made him think more clearly.

He has to pay more.

More.

[Ancient swords cannot escape their sheaths.

Sealing a thousand blades is called evil. 】

Thales looked at King Kessel, who was eating silently, and gradually became engrossed and enlightened.

Are you ready?

Deep in his heart, a voice reminded him softly:

Thales?

The next second, the prince suddenly looked up!

"I know."

Thales looked fixedly at King Kessel, with a steady and calm tone:

"I know that Emory's matter cannot be hidden from you."

"As long as I still want to use it as a bargaining chip, I can't hide it from you, let alone convince you."

But Thales changed his tone:

"Yet you won't succeed, even with that orphan girl in your hand."

"But it's not because Falkenhauser won't compromise, nor is it because you don't have enough means."

King Kessel V remained silent, just eating with his head down.

Thales took a deep breath, and his next sentence was to both the king and himself:

"It's because: it's meant to be."

The king's grim grunt answered him.

But Thales was neither discouraged nor impatient, he pierced a sausage-looking thing with a spoon:

"Your Majesty, I just wanted to understand something."

"That is, whether there is a 'Sand King' or no 'Sand King', whether you want to centralize power, expand the army, reform, or make the country rich, no matter how many years it takes, you are doomed—— lose."

On the opposite side of the long table, King Kessel, who was cutting meat, took a meal with his knife.

The prince's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to focus on his dinner plate:

"Remind me: How did 'The Sand King' fail?"

"From vision, purpose to assumption, from planning, preparation to execution, it is grand, precise and logical, but it falls short at the last moment, and is forced to retreat and stop losses. Lose less and win."

"What exactly went wrong?"

The king didn't answer, but he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Thales.

"Is the imperial meeting holding each other back? The kingdom's secret department has more than enough to reveal? The standing army is eager for quick success? The legendary wing is short-sighted? The princes of the Western Wilderness are shrewd and vigilant? Or are the desert forces unruly and uncoordinated with your performance?"

The prince chuckled and tore a mouthful of the sausage, but couldn't taste it at all:

"Or, in fact, no one here has a problem, or, everyone has a problem?"

King Kessel didn't move, only staring at Thales.

"Wait," Thales narrowed his eyes:

"You don't really think it's my fault, do you?"

Still no response from the king.

But Thales didn't expect the other party to answer either.

"No……"

The boy hummed and smiled:

"The fact is: Even if everything goes well for the 'Sand King' and everyone does their duty..."

The second prince's eyes sharpened:

"It's also doomed to fail."

"Because it has a link, which itself is the biggest problem."

Thales completely gave up table manners, and while chewing, pointed at King Kessel with a spoon:

"you."

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