Kingdom’s Bloodline

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The night is getting dark and the temperature is getting colder.

In the corridor outside Ballard, the royal guards arranged as few (for secrecy) and as many (for abundance) manpower as possible, forming the most efficient and strictest defense and siege formation, filling the area within sight. every corner.

The innermost guards kept absolute silence and focus, ready for battle.

They are all experienced and capable elites drawn from the Six Wings, and they stare firmly at the door of the front meeting room while pressing their weapons.

It seems that what is locked behind the door is nothing else, but the most mysterious, cruel and terrifying beast in the Fuxing Palace. It is gnashing its teeth, licking its claws, hissing and growling, and it may break out at any time and choose to eat people.

But they cannot be timid, let alone withdrawn.

They are the emperor's imperial guards, passed down through the ages, and have their own vows, they will guard in front of this gate until the emperor's decree reappears.

Or the throne will rest.

The lights flickered, and the corridor was gloomy.

Time passed by, anxiety spread in the air, and the fingers pressing on the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter.

But the heavy stone gate remained motionless, silent.

In the face of countless pairs of sharper eyes, it was not surprised by favor or humiliation, and fulfilled its duties, keeping all the beasts firmly behind it.

As in the past six hundred years.

Six doctors who specialize in first aid for trauma, toxicology and pharmacology, etc. were urgently summoned by the court baron and ordered to wait outside. They were anxious but did not dare to ask more questions. They could only wait in the suffocating atmosphere. Li Qiang cheered up, trembling in the endless speculation and prayer.

It was also waiting, but behind the third row of guards, several dignitaries were calm and calm, and they could even pace leisurely and chat in low voices.

But as time passed, their expressions remained the same, but the frequency of pacing became faster and faster, and the intervals between conversations became shorter and shorter.

The air is dead and silent, and the palace is deep.

The messengers and trusted servants bowed their heads. They kept appearing from the corners, infiltrating the crowd and then disappearing in a hurry. Ravings and glimpses.

Time is probably still moving forward, but it seems to be going slower and slower, standing still, admiring the changes it has brought to the surroundings:

In the silence, the guards had never felt that their breathing was so heavy that they could even raise the dust two inches in front of their noses.

They have never realized that their sense of hearing is so sensitive, and the mere sound of rubbing bones and joints can make the muscles of soldiers two feet away tense.

And their eyelids are so afraid of being alone that every once in a while, they touch each other up and down to say hello to each other, lest they be left alone.

As for their hearts, they are so strong and powerful.

So much so that in the palace, when the heartbeats of hundreds of people gather together, getting faster and heavier, it feels like a huge monster named Fuxing Palace, which has just escaped from a long sleep , slowly waking up.

And that stone gate—everyone is staring at it intently—is the fierce eye it is about to open.

This made everyone shudder.

what happens?

what happens?

What if... what should they do?

Should I swing my sword?

Or should we back off?

The political insight brought by guarding the palace all the year round made the royal guards feel uneasy while trying to calm themselves down.

They want to turn their heads, look at each other, exchange emotions.

At least get some comfort in the same doubts, and eliminate confusion and loneliness in the same kind of people who are led by others.

But the order of the guards was clear.

[This sword is only wielded for the emperor's order, only broken for the emperor's order, and has no other use. 】

The habits engraved in their bones and developed through countless training repetitions make them restrain themselves and maintain vigilance.

This made them force themselves to get rid of distracting thoughts, and refocus their slightly distracted eyes due to waiting, and put them on the heavy stone gate that they have guarded countless times, but never made them feel anxious...

"boom!"

Everyone was shocked!

I saw that the dark stone door, which seemed to never be opened again, suddenly cracked a gap from the center.

"boom……"

The giant opened its eyes.

This is everyone's first thought.

With the mechanical and unpleasant sound of rubbing, Shimenruo's dark eyelids slowly parted to both sides.

A golden-red brilliance radiated from the crack of the door, like the brilliance of a lamp, but also like bloody red.

After a few seconds, Shimen stopped.

It only opened a gap that can only be passed by a single person, revealing a golden-red brilliance, just like a half-opened animal eye.

Like sleep but not sleep, like awake but not awake.

It seems that this giant beast is immersed in a nightmare.

The cold wind came from behind the door, and the royal guards in the first row were extremely vigilant, and they all took a step back!

"This door of the Fuxing Palace... well, it's quite heavy."

I saw the black giant beast in front of me open its deep and ominous mouth, joking deeply:

"But it's not standing still."

Protruding from the narrow animal eyes was a group of darker figures, he pressed against the stone gates on both sides, panting and sneering in a low voice:

"What do you say?"

The guards of the royal family instinctively stretched out their hands and moved, their weapons were unsheathed, and the formation was formed!

Looking at this scene, the black figure in the center of the door was silent for a while and sighed.

"Okay," the black shadow turned sideways and squeezed through the narrow door gap, "It's fine if you don't help."

"I will do it myself."

The black shadow gritted his teeth, twisted his cheeks, and forced his way out of the door of Ballard's room. Only then did the light illuminate his face——Prince Thales came to the corridor with a pale complexion, and looked at the crowds of people in front of him. Facing the enemy, all of them looked at him in unison.

Wow.

In this scene, if you say that they are here to hunt dragons, I will believe it.

The tired boy looked back at Ballard's room, and then at the packed royal guard in front of him, feeling a little helpless.

Walk out of the treacherous and sinister hall...

Walking into the heavily guarded encirclement...

Does this scene seem familiar?

After looking at the prince's whole body, the guards in the first row were only silent for a moment, then they pressed their swords together and came forward!

"Steady!"

The voice of Lord Adrian, the captain of the general guard, pushed aside the crowd, and patted the overly nervous subordinates from time to time to let them relax one by one.

"It's okay, relax, relax, it's over."

Adrian's voice seemed to have a soothing magic power, and wherever he went, the blades drooped.

"Your Highness, a quarter of an hour has just passed!"

The captain ushered Thales in a relaxed manner. While talking, he looked at the Ballard room in the crack of the door: "I was just about to go in and serve dessert..."

"No, Lord Adrian, mealtime is over."

Thales exhaled, put his arms around Adrian's shoulders without hesitation, moved forward sideways, squeezed forward amidst the stiff postures of the people around him, and squeezed into the blocked formation of the royal guard.

Adrian saw the situation in the crack of the door, he frowned and turned around:

"That you……"

"Don't worry," Thales waved his hand indifferently:

"In case you're curious..."

Facing the vigilant and suspicious guards, he took a deep breath, spread his palms around his mouth, and shouted at the ceiling:

"Guo, king, still, no, die!"

Thales used the crime of prison river, and the sound was like thunder, and the whole corridor was clearly clear.

The lights flickered and the crowd roared.

Thales patted the two surprised royal guards in front of him, pushed them away wearily, and did not forget to add a sentence that made the people around him change color again:

"Not dead yet."

Adrian frowned. He glanced at Thales' back, turned his head, and signaled his subordinates to open the stone door and enter the Ballard room to ask the king:

"His Majesty……"

On the other side, Thales squeezed through people who were either surprised or nervous, regardless of whether they were servant doctors or guards, and said without hesitation:

"If you are waiting for the king's order to arrest me or release me, forget it!"

"He didn't dare to catch me, because I held his handle!"

The surprise and commotion of the crowd grew bigger and bigger.

"He can't let me go either, because he's the king anyway."

Thales squeezed past the third row of guards, and was relieved to see that they began to consciously give way to the two sides:

"So please do me a favor and understand the king's difficulties!"

"Just pretend...you didn't see me?"

The guards couldn't believe it, exchanged glances, or asked their superiors for help, but the chief of the guard was still in the Ballard room, so their efforts were of course fruitless.

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

Thales stepped forward under the surprised and apprehensive gazes of countless people, listlessly while turning the clouds to see the sun:

"The event is over, let's catch the subway and go home, I have to go to school and work tomorrow..."

But just as he was lamenting why this group of sweaty men didn't know how to give way, Adrian walked out of Ballard's room and solemnly ordered:

"Royal Guard, everyone here today, report to your immediate superiors, return to the building, stay overnight and work overtime!"

The guards were taken aback for a moment, and then became restless again.

Adrian glanced at Thales from a distance, with a complicated expression:

"We still have... paperwork."

Thales saw with satisfaction that the guards that had filled the corridors finally dispersed. Many people couldn't help but look at Thales before leaving. Their eyes were like looking at a monster, full of surprise, fear and suspicion. .

"Your Highness, I am glad you are safe and sound."

Thales stopped and looked at the nobles in fine clothes in front of him.

"Lord Cullen, Prime Minister," the prince sighed, looking at the old duke with a big belly and a smile on his face, and the courtiers around him with complex expressions, hesitant to speak:

"And you, consultant Sodor, manager Qiu Ke, Viscount Connie..."

"You have been guarding here?"

"of course not!"

Prime Minister Cullen looked elated, and he happily patted his bulging belly:

"I didn't come until after dinner!"

("I want to sneak here, but this group...don't let go..."——Qiu Ke muttering annoyed)

"after all……"

The prime minister rolled his eyes and gestured to the Ballard room:

"The meeting isn't over yet."

Thales nodded, glanced over at the prime minister, and at the other imperial ministers behind him.

He noticed that Gilbert wasn't among them.

"Then, it's over now." The boy said calmly.

But the Sodor consultant who has been looking at him has an illusion:

When the prince said these words, there was no doubt about it.

"Your Highness," hesitantly, Connie, the Minister of Commerce and Trade who had been paying attention to Ballard's room, said, "You and Your Majesty..."

"It's nothing, I'm bored, let's argue with him," Thales didn't care, smiling all over his face:

"That's all."

I feel bored and quarrel with him...

The ministers looked at each other and saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

"about what?"

Viscount Coney, Minister of Commerce and Trade, asked:

"Your marriage?"

Thales snorted softly.

"Yeah, I guess, he won't force me to marry someone I don't like anymore."

As soon as this remark came out, the military adviser Soduo became more and more puzzled. Compared with the morning, this young man who had just walked out of Ballard's room made him feel strange.

Except for those who stayed on duty, the surrounding royal guards gradually dispersed, casting their gazes at these high-ranking central officials from time to time.

"I see," Viscount Coney insisted:

"Then let me take the liberty to ask, which family's lady is the candidate you rejected?"

Thales let out a breath, feeling inexplicably irritable.

"Whoever it is," but fortunately, the smiling Duke Cullen interjected in time, personally taking over the topic that bored the already tired Thales:

"Then you don't mind thinking about my granddaughters?"

Thales smiled perfunctorily, and saw that the people around him had almost dispersed, so he didn't intend to waste it:

"Your Majesty said that today's imperial meeting is over, let's break up when it's time."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was surprised.

"Very good!"

The drowsy Qiu Ke suddenly opened his eyes, and he happily snapped his fingers in gratitude: "I knew it!"

Advisor Sodor frowned:

"But we still have business..."

"I know," Thales interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said impatiently:

"There's still something to talk about, right?"

Thales looked towards the Ballard room, looked at the looming figure, and said with a sneer:

"About substitute service, tax payment, Western Wilderness, the expansion of the standing army, the reduction of conscripts and so on..."

He was careless and did not hide his voice, which changed the expressions of all the imperial officials including Suoduo!

"Your Highness, be careful!"

The military advisor interrupted Thales, looking around nervously:

"This is, this is..."

Thales slapped his forehead, as if he suddenly woke up.

"Oh, yes, this is a kingdom secret," the prince lazily turned his head and said loudly to the few royal guards who were still present:

"Well, Kingdom Confidential, everyone, you haven't heard anything! You haven't heard anything! Did you hear it? You didn't hear it!"

Several guards turned around in a daze, not knowing why.

Knowing the benefits and disadvantages, the imperial court officials looked at each other with pale faces.

Su Duo was even more astonished.

"Ah, you may not believe it," Prime Minister Cullen interrupted the conversation just right again, and he was full of interest:

"This time, the chef of the Fuxing Palace unexpectedly made a new dish!"

Tired for a long time, Thales, who just wanted to find a flat place to lie down on, didn't want to flirt with him anymore, and said with a smirk:

"Very good, good night."

He no longer looked at Duke Donghai's face, turned around and left.

"No, the meeting is not over." Behind him, the Sodor advisor tried his best to stop several ministers who were about to leave:

"Everyone, with all due respect, today's imperial meeting is very important. Now the kingdom is at a critical moment. The enemy has already attacked, and we have to respond..."

Thales paused.

"Oh, and he wants me to send you a message, my lords."

Thales turned his head and pointed his thumb in the direction of the Ballard room, with a smile on his face:

"The Kingdom's Secret Division acted in a timely manner."

"The letter... is safe."

As soon as this remark came out, several adults were stunned at the same time.

"A letter?" Viscount Coney recalled, suspiciously said:

"Oh, you mean the letter that just arrived today—"

Consultant Suoduo asked in surprise, "Ann, are you safe?"

"What's the meaning?"

Qiu Ke, the chief financial officer, rolled his eyes without hesitation:

"You mean, the person who deliberately leaked Kevin Dill's letter was caught?"

All the ministers in front of the imperial court were in awe:

"Juke!"

"Sorry, I'm talking too fast," Qiu Ke didn't care, and turned around: "But just now the secret department said that they can't..."

The Master Chief's complexion changed, and he turned around to look around:

"It's weird, where's the scarred face? I remember it was still here just now! Where's the person?"

"The letter has been recovered, that is to say," Viscount Connie said seriously:

"We still have room for change, as long as we treat that letter as if it didn't exist?"

Thales watched the ministers back and forth coldly.

very strange.

This morning, when he was listening to the briefing in the Imperial Conference Room, he never felt this way.

This kind of strange, indifferent, indifferent, boring, as if separated by a thick curtain...

Chess sense.

Yes, chess sense.

Like... the feeling of him using magic power.

Thales felt a heavy heart.

Among the hustle and bustle of arguments among the ministers, only Duke Cullen stayed out of it, and he squinted and smiled:

"Ah, that's good."

"With the power of the kingdom's secret science, it's natural that you can't make troubles."

Consultant Sodor gritted his teeth in disbelief, and was about to walk to the Ballard room:

"No, it's impossible, I'm going to see His Majesty..."

But Thales raised his arm lightly, blocking his way.

"Please don't do this, Master Sodo."

"Ten minutes ago, I tore up the letter in front of him," the prince wrote lightly:

"Your Majesty is in a fit of anger at the moment."

Thales' words as light as a mosquito made all the ministers fall silent.

They looked at the boy in surprise.

"What?"

So Duo turned around in astonishment, in disbelief:

"I believe you, you?"

Thales lowered his arms and nodded expressionlessly:

"Believe me, you don't want to see him now, let alone mention it to him."

Suduo was short of breath and his face was flushed. He was silent for a second, then rushed to Thales:

"you--"

"Soldier! Take it easy! Take it easy!" Qiu Ke, who had already had a premonition, grabbed Suo Duo's waist tightly from the side and tried his best to prevent him from moving forward: "Calm down, that's the prince, the prince! Oh, I don't believe it." It’s gone, I’m not going to use it anyway, and it’s not leaked, so we don’t have to worry about it, what are you in a hurry for…”

The other ministers reacted and quickly gathered around to dissuade Suoduo.

Thales watched this scene with cold eyes.

The Prime Minister smiled and hummed a ditty.

But consultant Soduo struggled, extremely angry:

"No, you don't understand, you don't understand! Do you know that, that's—"

"Yes," Thales responded indifferently:

"That was in exchange for my life—Kevin Dill's letter of surrender."

Su Duo was stunned and paused.

"Oh, that's right, that, next time you want to dispatch the standing army, or check other people's accounts, or do something like that," Thales turned around slowly, smiling as he looked at the military adviser and treasurer who were hugging each other. Manager:

"Tell me first, okay?"

He spread his hands helplessly:

"Otherwise, I'll have to do it all over again."

The military advisor choked, closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The ministers looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Oh, pay attention, pay attention, look, at this age, it is easy to get stomach upset after eating new dishes." The Duke of Donghai stretched out his hand to comfort him.

"Duke of Thales, His Royal Highness Thales," Suduo finally calmed down, with a puzzled and distressed look on his face:

"what happens?"

Thales shrugged:

"It's nothing, His Majesty has changed his mind, that's all."

"But things shouldn't be like this," Sodo gritted his teeth:

"What did you do in the middle?"

What have you done?

Thales' eyes froze.

"I just saved your life."

He looked at each of the imperial ministers in front of him, his face was calm and unwavering:

"You're welcome, my lords."

Suo Duo looked at him in disbelief, while Qiu Ke frowned deeply, some people didn't understand why, some people thought about it.

On the contrary, Prime Minister Cullen laughed, his fat belly paused, and he bowed:

"Thank you so much for saving your life."

Thales ignored him.

"And the correct question should be, Master Sodor," the prince looked at the trembling military adviser indifferently:

"You and Your Majesty, and maybe that scarred face."

"What did you do?"

As soon as this remark came out, Thales stopped lingering and walked away.

Behind him, Soduo looked solemnly at Thales' back, his eyes became more serious.

But when Thales walked in the brightly lit corridor, his thoughts drifted back to just now.

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"I know what you want to do."

The king's voice resounded in Ballard's room. It was less sharp than before, but more hoarse and deep.

"You want to be the bridle of the kingdom."

King Kessel said lightly:

"It not only holds the galloping horse, but also fastens the heavy chariot."

War horses, chariots.

Standing in front of the discussion table, Thales was in a daze for a moment.

【A fierce horse will not yield to the iron whip, nor will the driver give up the whip. 】

"You thought you were protecting the carriage," the king shook his head:

"But if you do this, you are slowing down the horse and interfering with the driving."

So, he knows.

Thales told himself.

Of course he knew.

He always knew.

He just... doesn't care.

"As you said, Your Majesty," Thales calmed down and sat down slowly:

"I wandered on the top of the cliff, but dreamed of the view of the sky."

The Iron Fist King snorted, with a half-smile.

"This road is extremely dangerous. Once you make a mistake..."

"I see."

Thales responded to him very quickly:

"If people know that I am the king's internal agent, then I will be regarded by thousands of vassals as a traitor to the noble camp, denounced by thousands of men and cast aside by thousands of people."

The king nodded with a solemn expression:

"They'll hate you more than they hate me."

Thales rubbed the spoon and was silent for a moment:

"Then we'd better not act badly."

The king shook his head slowly.

"Smashing the show is just the best result."

"But what if you perform so well, you hide your secrets, everyone is convinced, and you successfully become the savior of the princes, and the vassals hope..."

King Kessel looked at Thales with a cold tone:

"Those who are deceived by you and support you, they will converge into a rolling wave, using their reputation, position, camp, interests, relationship, situation, and everything to hold you forward. You are not allowed to argue, you are not allowed to control, and you are not allowed to go back on your word."

"They will love you more than they will hate me."

Taylor's smile slowly disappeared.

The king's words fell flat:

"At that time, you can't help yourself, even if you want to get off the car halfway, it will be too late."

Falkenhauser's words rang in his ears again.

[You know, when your vassals and subordinates are furious, and everyone is proud, standing in front of the tide, you don't have much choice but to follow the tide. 】

Thales hesitated to speak.

"In contrast to this..."

King Kessel looked towards the gate with a complicated expression:

"When you raise the battle flag against the royal power, you will be united by this, and it is far more than the Duke of Fengjiang."

"Under the Fuxing Palace, the thriving royal party, the ambitious new nobles, the speculators who follow the wind, and the people who have shown you kindness to you, they will treat you like a political enemy and treat you like a traitor. I even don't hesitate to make it difficult for you, so as to invite you to advance to the next level."

Thales gritted his teeth.

Gilbert, Putillai, Sodor, Joke, Viscount Connie... Many faces flashed in front of Thales.

Even for a few seconds, the purple mask flashed by.

"From that moment on, the honor of the heir will no longer escort you. On the contrary, it will magnify the fear and scrutiny you face, aggravating the price and pain you pay-in the eyes of many people, the day when the new king is crowned , is the time of catastrophe.”

King Kessel narrowed his eyes:

"They'll hate you more than they love me."

Thales didn't speak.

He looked around and exhaled heavily.

The evening wind caressed the window sill, and the figures of the two intertwined with the lights.

The Ballard Room at night was cold and quiet, and there were portraits of several former famous ministers on the wall - "Wisdom" Halwa, "Oracle" Longdong, "Hyena" Amber Tebak, "Lumberjack" Pa La Mata - silently watching this father-son conversation, flickering in the lights.

This made Thales wonder: Historically, were the ancestors who gave advice in this conference room and the decisions they made, as cold and cruel as this heavy palace?

"Then I can only pray." Thales said in a daze.

King Kessel was silent, just staring at the prince quietly.

A few seconds later, Thales looked back at the king with a calm smile: "Pray that they treat us..."

"Isn't it true love?"

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