Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Blood of the Kingdom ()" Find the latest chapter!

Renaissance Palace, Elam Atrium.

"This is the Ancient Empire Sword."

In the courtyard, Marico, the vanguard officer, passed by two rows of solemn royal guards. He held the handle in one hand and held the front in the other, carefully observing the strange long sword in front of him:

"Two thousand years ago, the 'Emperor' Komora Carolser cast them to reward the meritorious ministers of the ancient empire."

"Hey, hey, take it easy!"

Complaints came from behind, and Marico turned back with a frown.

Between two rows of royal guards, Cohen, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, knelt on the ground and his hands and feet were bound. He raised his head unwillingly:

"That is my ancestral sword!"

Beside him, Doyle, who was also tied up, bumped into Cohen.

"Shut up."

D.D gritted his teeth, and looked at Mariko worriedly, while hating that iron is not steel:

"We are all like this, can't you not provoke him?"

Cohen was dissatisfied and was about to refute, but he glanced around from the corner of his eye: Wyatt, Glover, Rolf and others were all tied up, slumped on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and guarded by guards with bad eyes.

The security officer's aura suddenly weakened, and he whispered to Doyle unhappily:

"Damn it, D.D, you told me it was just for bragging rights..."

"No, my original words were 'Your Highness likes to joke'. For example, he often threatened to send Chief Mallos to the Prison of Bones, but in the end he obediently went back to do sword target practice..."

"You call this a joke?"

"Aren't you the one who made the first move at the palace gate? Your head hammer..."

"It's not me! I just stood in front and pretended to be fierce, but I don't know who kicked me in the back..."

Mariko's voice suddenly came:

"A family-inherited sword?"

The sound of his footsteps came from far to near, and Cohen and D.D stopped their voices instantly, bowing their heads tacitly.

"Yeah," Cohen whispered:

"My old man told me thousands of times..."

Doyle bumped him again.

Marico stopped beside them and chuckled lightly.

"It is said that the ancient sword itself possesses special power and is indescribably magical."

Mariko looked at and stroked the "weight bearer" from all angles, his eyes gradually became obsessed:

"Of course, all the heroes who expanded the territory and conquered the world for the empire are all experts who have experienced many battles. If the emperor wants to reward them, how can they use ordinary soldiers and ordinary iron?"

Cohen and Doyle looked at each other.

Mariko lightly stroked the mysterious gemstone on the hilt:

"It is said that they can spontaneously absorb energy and matter from blood, soil, air, moisture, and even from the steel they collide with, sharpen their blades, and strengthen their swords, so dust is impenetrable, water is impervious to rust, and blood is impenetrable. An eclipse, a war is hard to break."

"The weapon itself is more like life and memory. Even if it is slightly bent and deformed, as long as there is enough time, it can recover by itself."

"A hundred years will not damage its front, and a thousand years will not change its shape."

Cohen was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the sword he was very familiar with, and laughed uncontrollably:

"No millennium—ha, how can it be so magical, I have to take it to the blacksmith shop for maintenance every month, but Master Jedi in the tower said, 'This sword is very durable'—"

Having said that, Cohen's complexion changed, and he looked at Mariko suspiciously:

"Really, really?"

Marico looked far away:

"In the eyes of the Great Emperor, only immortal soldiers can match their immeasurable achievements and eternal loyalty."

Cohen frowned.

That monthly maintenance...

Oops, did I get tricked by Karachi again? And those profiteering blacksmiths in the Saber Camp...

"Time flies, time changes, they are scattered all over the world in the chaos of war, but they are still rare and rare magic weapons."

Mariko stroked the sword spine of the bearer, thoughtfully:

"They have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have never been blunt. They save people with swords and show loyalty."

"To us descendants of the empire, tell us about the prosperity of the empire."

Cohen and Doyle exchanged glances again.

Mariko exhaled:

"A long time ago, my ancestors also owned a sword like this. Until the tyranny of the Red King, our family fell into poverty, and we had to sell our ancestral property to revive the family business."

Cohen let out an "oh", but when he thought of something, his face changed drastically:

"Then... that cliff is not this one!"

"Look at what I'm talking about," Doyle whispered angrily next to him, "Mariko likes collecting weapons the most..."

Mariko Pioneer snorted coldly, allowing the bearer to slam heavily:

"Too heavy for me."

Cohen then showed a relieved smile.

"I've heard of you, Korn Karabyan, of the twin-towered swords of Volaland—wisdom on the left, sword on the right?"

Hearing the family language, Cohen couldn't help frowning.

Mariko's eyes flickered:

"Maybe you don't know, but five generations ago, before we changed our surname to Mariko to avoid disaster, your family tree and mine crossed paths."

intersection?

Cohen was stunned for a while, before he could reply, D.D's eyes lit up and he popped up:

"Oh? That's great. By the way, in fact, Doyle and Karabyan also have intersections, which means that the three of us are all—"

However, Mariko didn't even look at him, and just held up the epee in his hand again:

"As an aristocrat, it is not a big mistake to have no ambition."

"But I thought you only had trouble with street thieves," Mariko said coldly, "not so stupid as to break into the palace and rebel, imperial knight, Cohen Karabyan."

"Rebellion, rebellion?"

Cohen was startled and said with a smile:

"Misunderstood, misunderstood, I'm here for that, that's the one...Have you ever had a group fight, that is, two people face each other and speak harshly, and two hundred people stand on both sides to make a big show, shouting and screaming but not making a move... ..."

"Twenty people."

But Mariko didn't listen to him at all, his tone was cold.

"When you broke into the palace, there were twenty guards on duty. They were all good men from the vanguard wing and the guard wing, young men with a bright future."

"In the face of the arrogance and arrogance of the powerful, they are neither humble nor overbearing, and they are dedicated to their duties. Even if they are beaten and hurt by you, they are still unyielding and defend the court."

Cohen was taken aback, and said anxiously:

"That was a misunderstanding, it was really not me who did it first..."

Mariko snorted angrily, and his dissatisfaction became even worse:

"For you, of course, it is a small, harmless misunderstanding."

"But to them..."

Mariko's hand holding the hilt of the sword became more and more vigorous:

"'The death of the former king was caused by this disaster'—this is His Majesty's comment."

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of the surrounding members of the royal guard became more severe.

"It will be recorded in the resumes of the twenty brothers by the flag wing, and it will accompany them throughout their lives and be passed down in the history of the guard."

The more Mariko spoke, the more angry he became:

"Not only did they suffer this great shame and humiliation, but they also had to bear it for others afterwards-the royal family can't make mistakes, so what happened today can only be their fault. They will bear the crime of usurpation and dereliction of duty. Worried about offending the prince, the punishment is uncertain, and the future is uncertain."

"It's all because of...you."

Mariko looked at Cohen, who had a stiff smile, and gritted his teeth:

"Domineering, arrogant, bullying, and lawless, you have stirred up fumes in the Fuxing Palace and humiliated the royal guard."

As soon as the words fell, Mariko turned his arm, and the weight-bearer spun around in the air, and quickly returned to its sheath.

But when the sheath turned back, it bumped into Cohen's lower abdomen strangely!

boom!

After being hit by this blow, Cohen fell to the ground in pain, slurring his words: "Caolima..."

"Sorry for the accident when I retracted the sword."

Marico said coldly, holding the load-bearer:

"Who made it too heavy?"

There was a commotion among the prisoners.

"Ahhh," Doyle next to him said anxiously:

"Well, the prince who breaks the law is the same as the common people—bah, bah, I mean, the prince who breaks the law is no different from the common people..."

But the words made Marico snort angrily.

"Of course, you guys are pretending to be tigers, and dogs are relying on others."

"So not only do you not have to pay anything, even if you just smile with your face shyly, there will be a big figure like the foreign minister to greet you with a relationship, and threaten me not to use lynching..."

Mariko looked at Cohen who was curled up on the ground in pain, and his breathing gradually accelerated:

"However, in the entire kingdom, no one dares to offend your invaluable master."

"Because no matter how presumptuous or outrageous he is, no matter how many people he harms and how much trouble he causes, His Majesty will still tolerate him and forgive him."

"He will still swagger, come out arrogantly, point to my nose and ask me to let you go, let you continue to escape the law, as if nothing happened, and we will have to speak out afterwards to protect his reputation."

The more Maliko said, the worse he felt, and finally he laughed mockingly:

"And the captain will say, 'It is our duty to carry the burden of the royal family'."

The vanguard officer looked at Cohen at his feet, his eyes were slightly cold:

"I know the world is not fair."

"But it shouldn't be."

Cohen coughed a few times and finally recovered.

"Well, I understand you," the police officer bared his teeth:

"But if you fuck me again, just..."

D.D, who was winking wildly to tell him to shut up, closed his eyes in pain.

Marico sneered, and this time he didn't hide it, and raised the weight bearer to aim at Cohen.

Cohen was content and fearless, looking at him with gritted teeth.

"Pleasant to say, but what you are best at..."

A heavy voice sounded at the right time:

"Isn't it just to impress yourself first, and then to be self-righteous?"

The voice sneered, prolonging the tone on purpose:

"Brother Vicente Marico?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then looked strange.

Big... what?

Maliko's expression changed, he turned away from Cohen, and looked at the other prisoner.

"Even if you haven't heard it in person, you should know more or less." Glover, who was covered in wounds and looked embarrassed, raised his head on the other side and sneered: "The other wings don't know, but the people in the vanguard wing, in private Call you that."

"Because no matter what conflicts and quarrels there are in the vanguard, you always like to be the first to stand up, pretend to be the big brother to uphold justice, talk about reason, put on airs-why, think that as long as your dick is big enough, everyone will stick their ass up and let you poke it , Do you still feel that poking it back and forth makes everyone feel comfortable?"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire Elan Court fell silent.

Many royal guards couldn't help but glance at Mariko.

But Mariko didn't speak, he just stared at Glover, his nostrils flaring.

Among the captives, Wyah sighed and bumped D.D with his butt:

"I thought you were the one who could talk the most—sorry, I forgot your butt hurt."

Doyle also looked at the zombie in surprise, as if meeting him for the first time.

"But you don't know shit."

Glover arched his bound arms with difficulty, and raised his voice to Mariko:

"Every time you fool yourself out to lie to yourself, it's worse than the shit that comes out when your mother's little love head is fucked to the sky by your father's legs."

The zombie took a sip:

"**elder brother."

There was silence again.

"The sun is above," whispered Doyle, in disbelief:

"Where did he learn so much trash talk?"

After a long time, Mariko took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and moved forward.

"Karen Glover, it's you again."

Marico looked at the big man kneeling on the ground with a contemptuous expression, and narrowed his eyes:

"Why am I not surprised?"

Glover snorted coldly and didn't answer.

Mariko looked at him with complicated eyes: "You are the best of the vanguard. You have a noble family background, excellent ability, and a bright future—I once thought you were different from those dudes who entered the guard with gold plating and mixed resumes."

Doyle, who was listening, was taken aback: Why did Marico look at me when he said this?

Mariko came to Glover, his eyes turned cold:

"Until you can't control your lower body and fall to prostitution."

Whoring?

As soon as this remark came out, all the prisoners, including many royal guards, all looked at Glover. Cohen nodded subconsciously at first, and after realizing what happened, he quickly joined the others, expressing a look of surprise.

Only Doyle was surprised:

"You, are you really not gay?"

A trace of anger appeared on Glover's face.

"At first, I didn't want to say more, after all, the matter was suppressed," Marico raised his eyebrows:

"But, yes, I know that the reason why you were expelled and kicked out of the vanguard was because you were a prostitute on Red Square Street..."

Cohen nodded apprehensively.

Glover couldn't help but said angrily:

"None of your fucking business!"

It was the first time for many people in Elan Court to know, and they couldn't help frowning.

Mariko chuckled, his expression getting colder.

"how many times?"

The second vanguard officer asked:

"First Class Pioneer Officer Karen Glover, how many times have you slipped away to Red Square Street after receiving the money on the day of salary distribution, and only came back empty-pocketed and exhausted until dawn?"

"How many times have you lied to my face during roll call at the vanguard that your spirits are down because you haven't slept well?"

"And what's the name of the brothel you often go to? What club?"

Every time Mariko said a word, Glover's expression became worse, until the latter finally couldn't help it:

"I like prostitution! What's wrong!"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Mariko said coldly:

"Just because a colleague ordered your favorite prostitute, you plotted revenge with a grudge, and ended up making a big mistake and ruining your career."

Cohen turned his head and felt something familiar.

Glover remembered something, with a hideous face:

"They deserve it."

"I know that Menendez is a scumbag," Marico said coldly, "I also know that you have old grudges with him, and I even guessed that he set up a trick to provoke you first."

"But so what? Are you really stupid enough to obediently take the bait? You have so much heroism that you can't let it go, and you lost your mind after being provoked by a few women, Yingyingyanyan?"

Glover's eyes trembled and he clenched his fists.

"Glorver Pioneer, you are willing to degenerate, murder your colleagues, mutilate your siblings, all of these, just because of the fucking whores?"

Everyone, including the captives and guards, was amazed and looked at Glover one after another.

Faced with countless gazes, the zombie trembled all over.

But he finally suppressed his emotions and sneered.

"Have you ever tasted a woman? Of course not—brother is too big for no one to fit in. It's a pity."

Marico was taken aback.

Glover raised his head with a provocative smile:

"Tell you, for that taste, I can kill ten more Menendez."

Mariko looked angry:

"He's been punished - Menendez will spend the rest of his life in bed thanks to you."

Glover turned his head and poohed:

"Fortunate for him. In the original plan, he had to live in the dirt."

His indifferent attitude irritated Mariko, who looked at him for a long time, and finally shook his head with a sigh.

"I tried to help you."

Mariko disappointed:

"Before that, I helped you cover the Circus in the Vanguard Wing. I just hope that Chief Staley won't find out so quickly that you have become obsessed with prostitution."

"I have visited your brother many times, hoping that he can persuade you with brotherly love, let you know your way back, and turn your prodigal son back."

The two looked at each other, Glover frowned:

"I didn't ask you to do that."

Mariko shook his head and said:

"Now it seems that you are addicted and have no regrets."

"After the accident, I shouldn't have gone to Adrian and Staley at all, and I shouldn't have visited the victims and asked them to save your life for crimes and meritorious service." When you are confined in the well, I will deal with you."

Glover stared.

He became more and more angry, saying every word:

"I, no, please, do this!"

Mariko's face remained unchanged, and the weight bearer in his hand turned, and the scabbard hit Glover's abdomen!

Amid the exclamation of everyone, Glover fell to the ground in pain.

"You, you made Vanguard Wing the biggest joke in Fuxing Palace, and Banner Wing is still staring at us because of your rare vicious internal strife in the guard."

Marico paced around him:

"And not only did you show no remorse, but you also gained power, escaped from guilt, and even had the face to come back and cause trouble for the court."

"Let the entire emperor's guards be ashamed of you."

Glover resisted the pain and raised his head.

"Yo, Brother **?" The bewildered zombie still squeezed out a smile and taunted:

"You poked it so soft, did you forget to take the aphrodisiac medicine?"

Marico stared coldly.

"Although the ancient imperial sword is good for maintenance, it is durable."

The second vanguard officer said coldly:

"However, if the body of the sword is irreversibly wounded, broken and broken, and has to be recast, the power contained in it will be changed..."

"The reforged new sword, even if it is as sharp as before, is no longer pure and has no old concept."

Glover stared at him fiercely, showing no sign of weakness.

Marico glanced at the captives in front of him:

"Like the nobles of the stars,"

"Although it has been passed down from ancient times, it has been passed down from generation to generation, inheriting the past and ushering in the future, but thousands of years have passed..."

Mariko raised the load-bearer in his hand:

"It's not like an empire after all."

"Yes," Glover snorted angrily:

"Who knows which generation of your ancestors was the seed that the mother-in-law went out to steal?"

boom!

Glover was knocked to the ground for the third time, and Doyle next to him turned his head in pain and let out a breath.

"I don't know which string Maliko poked the zombie to make him explode like this, but he will kill himself if he continues like this," D.D whispered to the prisoners:

"Think of a way!"

at this moment.

"But I've heard people say it!"

Wyah's voice came from behind, making Mariko pause:

"Those who think only of empires..."

Huai Ya raised his head, smiled lightly and said:

"Often never seen the Empire."

Mariko put down the scabbard upon hearing this, and turned to Wyah.

D.D quietly gave the latter a thumbs up, and wriggled to the side of the dying Glover, arching him up.

As expected of the real Wyah!

"Prince's attendant, Wyah Castle." Mariko said coldly.

Huai Ya nodded and said calmly:

"According to what you said, this person is no longer your subordinate."

"If you want to fight or kill, his life belongs to Prince Thales."

Marico stopped in front of him.

"Your Excellency the attendant, I respect your father: Earl Caso has a noble character, extraordinary talents, and has made great achievements in the kingdom."

Mariko is expressionless:

"You should follow in his footsteps and conscientiously assist and persuade His Royal Highness."

"Instead of cooperating with these gangs of sinners."

Glover, who had recovered his breath, couldn't help but want to speak again, but Doyle held his mouth tightly.

Huai Ya frowned first, then smiled.

"You don't have to."

The attendant has sharp eyes:

"Not every son deserves the glory of his father."

Huaianu mouthed:

"Just like this sword, no matter how sharp, legendary, or...pure it is."

"The empire is still dead."

Marico frowned.

"Just like your family, they finally sold their ancestors' swords."

Wyatt shook his head:

"It's just in exchange for your today."

"Is not it?"

"**elder brother?"

Mariko's eyes are getting worse.

Glover was inexplicably angry, but Doyle secretly gave Wyah a thumbs up again:

The real Wyah...

Enough loyalty!

at this moment.

"Am I missing something?"

The familiar voice of the young man came, and the understatement made the royal guards in the atrium agitated and retreated one after another:

"I mean, other than 'Brother**'?"

Hearing this voice, Mariko sighed heavily.

Amidst the bustle, Thales appeared under the lights with a tired face.

The captives were immediately refreshed, as if seeing a savior:

"Your Highness!"

"Little fart—Your Highness!"

"I thought I'd never see you again wow—"

"It's saved!"

"I knew it!"

Thales squeezed out a smile, waved his hands here and nodded his head there, responding to the excited shouts of his subordinates.

In the hustle and bustle, Marico turned around and shouted angrily:

"Shut up!"

The guards in Elland Court scolded one after another, suppressing the enthusiasm of the captives.

"Okay, the play is over, Mariko Pioneer Officer," Thales waved his hand at Mariko, and said sleepily:

"Untie them."

"The night road is too dark, I need someone to accompany me."

The vanguard officer stared at him with a complicated expression, and saluted first.

"Forgive me, Your Highness Thales," Marico insisted:

"They are all suspects who trespassed, or instigated nobles to trespass, and must be interrogated strictly."

Thales yawned big and didn't care.

"Listen, I've only had 300 rounds of the King's War, and I'm tired, so I don't want to talk to you about it."

"Ask Adrian," the prince pointed to the way he came:

"He'll give you the same answer."

"Then I'll wait here for the captain's order." Mariko refused to show weakness:

"You are welcome, but they cannot go."

Thales looked left and right, seeing a group of angry and awed royal guards.

"Let's make a deal, Officer Mariko," the boy sighed, "If you let my people go."

"I'll do you a favor?"

Mariko coldly snorted and refused:

"Bribing the palace ban is a royal taboo, Your Highness."

But Thales shook his finger and approached him.

"You know, when we came in, those royal guards guarding the palace gate," the prince lowered his voice with a smile:

"I doubt them. They have different ambitions and intend to harm the heir of the kingdom."

Mariko's eyes changed:

"What?"

Thales stretched his neck, revealing the bandage on it:

"Look, in that conflict, my neck was cut, wow, and there was so much blood, you said, isn't this murdering the prince? For the safety of the future king, should he be taken out and handed over to someone else?" Confession? Get him, or them, out of the guard?"

"That's not the truth, it's slander." Mariko's expression became very bad.

The prisoners were taken aback for a moment.

Thales smiled: "That's up to you."

"After all, my father also said that the death of the late king was all due to your negligence."

"Do you agree?"

Mariko took a deep breath:

"you--"

"Let my people go," Thales slapped Marico's shoulder without waiting for him to speak:

"I'll just take care of the flag wing and make sure those boys won't be charged with 'harming the prince', and won't leave any records of 'dereliction of duty' in their resumes, and I won't retaliate against them, how about it?"

Mariko's complexion changed several times.

Thales tutted:

"So, brother **, you are going to fight me hard to the end..."

He turned his eyes towards the prisoners who were waiting for food:

"still……?"

in a minute.

Surrounded by many people who survived the catastrophe (joyfully) before and after, Thales walked in the corridor of the Fuxing Palace.

Their ranks were staggering and disheveled, but they were quite noisy and noisy (plus a big black horse who was unhappy because he missed dinner), and the guards and servants along the way all heard the noise.

"Sorry Cohen, I didn't expect such a big trouble at the time," Thales said wearily:

"I just wanted to borrow your family's name, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to do it."

"Forget it, anyway, after the director finds out, he will definitely suspend me again. I just hope he doesn't deduct my salary." Cohen, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, held his family sword miserably, with snot and tears: "No, I Come to think of it, I was already suspended for self-reflection..."

"And it wasn't me who was the first one to do it just now, I was kicked in the back..."

Doyle coughed twice behind his back, and said in a low voice:

"Does the director know His Highness?"

Cohen was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted with an unprecedented response, with awe-inspiring righteousness:

"Ah, Your Highness! It is my honor to lead the battle for you!"

"With our friendship, I am willing to go through fire and water for you!"

Cohen wasn't the first to do it, so...

Thales glanced behind him:

Rolf looked away and snorted coldly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, little Jialun, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it!"

Doyle patted Glover on the shoulder in relief, ignoring the latter's discomfort:

"You are also a fellow!"

"When will we share our experience of going to Hongfang Street..."

Glover snorted angrily, shook off him and walked forward:

"roll!"

D.D, who was rejected, was a little embarrassed. He smiled at Gennard and Willow behind him:

"We... that has a good relationship, and we talk more casually, casually."

Wyatt followed Thales' pace, worried:

"Your Highness, have you... got your wish?"

The pensive Thales came back to his senses and forced a smile:

"I'm still alive, right?"

Huaiya looked at his expression, hesitated to speak:

"But……"

"By the way, just now Mariko Pioneer Officer," Thales interrupted him with raised eyebrows, and changed the topic:

"The others are not bad?"

Glover behind him snorted disdainfully.

"Although he more or less wanted to gain fame and show his loyalty and favor, in the end, he compromised," Thales scratched his chin:

"He didn't push the situation to an end and let his subordinates ruin their futures in order to fulfill his reputation of not being afraid of the powerful in the face of the prince."

"There is no difference," Glover said sullenly:

"He's still a self-righteous bastard."

"And the dozen or so idiots who were beaten up by us will probably still be grateful to Brother **, thinking that he saved themselves."

Thales shook his head:

"You have to give him a step down."

"And we have to live with it: people are not perfect, chubby."

Hearing this address, Glover showed embarrassment and couldn't help slowing down.

"Hey, fat guy?" Doyle caught up from behind, his eyes turned, with great interest:

"Why does His Highness call you that? You're not fat, at least you're not fat in your clothes. Could it be... fat?"

Glover paused, and became ferocious again:

"Call me that one more time—"

"——you are very dangerous." Cohen, who was loveless, passed by the two of them, listlessly finishing the second half of the sentence for the zombie.

The ferocious Glover's expression was suffocated.

"He—" Glover was so fierce that he couldn't continue, he held his breath, and said reluctantly:

"That's right."

Glover glared at D.D, snorted coldly, and left angrily.

Only Doyle stood there ignorantly.

When did their relationship get so good?

Obviously I'm the zombie's partner, I'm the grandson of that idiot's uncle's brother-in-law, okay?

He had no choice but to turn to Rolf at the end, and explained helplessly:

"I know, they're tough, aren't they? Totally inconsiderate of—"

But Rolf walked past him expressionlessly, without even looking at Doyle.

"by--"

Only D.D rubbed his nose in embarrassment, mocking himself in the air:

"It's okay, I'm fine, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Rolf, and happy cooperation."

What answered him was the disdainful snort of the black horse Jenny.

At the front of the line, Huai Ya took a deep breath.

"But I know, Your Highness, even if Mariko doesn't agree to your conditions," the attendant said with a smile:

"You will not let those guards be wronged for no reason, will you?"

Telston paused.

He was a little dazed, not knowing what to think.

The next second, the prince scoffed noncommittally:

"Who knows?"

Huaiya was taken aback.

Thales didn't say much, he strode forward and walked forward.

Looking at the prince's back, Huai Ya couldn't help but say:

"strangeness."

"What's the matter?" Glover asked casually, preoccupied.

Wyatt shook his head.

"I don't know," he looked at Thales' back:

"I just feel that something is wrong, Your Highness."

Rolf snorted in disdain and made a rude gesture.

Glover asked, "Why?"

Huai Ya hesitated for a second, and said:

"That question, if he put it before, he will definitely smile easily and say 'of course'."

"And never hesitated."

Rolf was slightly taken aback.

Glover was thoughtful.

————

Fuxing Palace, the royal guard's on-duty room.

"The alarm in the palace has been off for an hour, and it has been a long time since anyone came to report to you."

The watchman of the royal guard, Tormund Mallos gently put down his yerba mate, and said calmly:

"At least tell me what's going on outside?"

"For example, the Fuxing Palace caught fire?"

Opposite him, Vogel Talen, deputy captain of the guard and chief flag officer, opened the next document.

"You don't need to worry about the daily drills of the guard," the deputy captain said without raising his head:

"Our work here is not over yet—answer me, do you arrange the defense and duty work of Mindis Hall in accordance with the regulations of the royal guard?"

Mallos raised his head, and the polyphony circle on the wall was still running, shining brightly.

Everything is faithfully recorded.

"For daily exercises, 30 people in full armor will be required to block the door of the guard room and surround the two of us, allowing entry and not exiting?" Mallos said softly.

There was silence in the room for a while.

Vogel laughed, understating:

"We're going to rehearse everything—answer the questions."

everything.

Mallos narrowed his eyes: "Even me?"

Vogel raised his gaze and shot directly at the opponent:

"especially you."

especially you.

Mallos closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Tell me," the watchman said helplessly:

"He's not stupid enough to assassinate His Majesty, is he?"

Vogel snapped his fingers flipping through the document.

"It's actually not that difficult to guess," Mallos stretched out his hand, closing the cover of the document while answering the other party's surprise:

"I can't think of any other reason than the prince forcing the palace to rebel. I want to lock up his captain of the personal guard here like a thief, and let you drag me around."

Vogel was expressionless.

Mallos sighed:

"Well, that kid shouldn't be that stupid, but who knows, after all, he was taught by people from the Northland."

Mallos looked at Vogel seriously: "Listen, if the situation gets out of hand, you will need me."

The two people in the guard room were silent for a while.

"Okay, I can let you go."

Mallos' eyes lit up.

"As long as you answer me one thing truthfully."

Vogel looked at the polyphony circle on the wall and made up his mind.

"That child..."

"It belongs to His Majesty..."

"Own blood?"

Mallos suddenly looked up!

biological blood.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Mallos sped up his speech and asked forcefully:

"Is he still alive?"

Vogel frowned at the watchman's reaction and attitude.

"If it's not his own, then he is..."

Vogel paused for a moment, stared at his opponent, and said tentatively:

"Is it the blood of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Midir?"

Prince Midir.

Mallos was taken aback when he heard the words, then he let out a breath and laughed out loud.

He leaned back in his chair.

"So he's safe?"

"Whether he is safe or not has a lot to do with it," Vogel said unrelentingly:

"answer me."

Mallos chuckled and looked back at him with a playful look.

"His Royal Highness Midil died eighteen years ago, that is, in the 660th year of the end calendar," the watchman looked directly at Vogel:

"As for the child, he is fourteen years old."

eighteen years ago.

Fourteen.

Vogel reacted with inexplicable embarrassment.

"Okay, then we—"

boom!

The door of the guard room was knocked open.

Mallos and Vogel turned their heads together, one was relieved, the other was unhappy.

Flag officer Weah walked in with a sad face: "Sir——"

"I said don't bother." Vogel said unhappily.

The flag officer Weah's expression was even uglier, he nodded mechanically, letting go of the figure behind him.

"Just here?"

Prince Thales stepped into the room, startling the two sitting opposite each other, and stood up at the same time.

"It's just such a broken place," Thales said with a frown:

"You guys are too good at chatting, aren't you?"

Behind him, the heads of Doyle, Cohen, Wyah and others protruded from the door frame, curiously looking at this guard room where only officers can come to rest.

"Your Highness."

Vogel is a little unbelievable:

"You...everything is fine."

Thales waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

"Your Highness."

Mallos looked indifferently:

"Have fun?"

Thales snorted coldly and gave him a supercilious look.

"You, why are you in a daze," the prince waved his hand and turned to leave:

"go home!"

Mallos raised his eyebrows at Vogel, signaling that he had no choice.

Vogel reacted and spoke forcefully:

"Your Highness."

"The paperwork for the Flag Wing is not yet complete."

Vogel came to Thales and blocked his way in a dark voice:

"And this is an important tradition of the royal guard, which concerns the safety of the royal family. Please understand."

Thales raised the corner of his mouth.

"Who is that?"

"The villain of the guards, you see Mallos can't do anything about him..."

"What will your Highness do?"

"One silver coin, I bet he will come hard, such as threatening his family..."

"Then I'll be soft..."

A chattering sound came from behind.

Thales' face froze, and he turned around abruptly!

Several heads growing on the door frame disappeared in unison.

It was quiet.

The prince looked back at the flag officer:

"What if I don't understand?"

Vogel suppressed the anger in his heart, bowed, and said with a smile:

"Your Highness, allow me to introduce, this is the polyphony circle."

Thales followed his gaze to the wall, and found the strange magic circle that shimmered.

magic.

It was magic again.

Inexplicable irritability hit my heart.

"It is recording everything we have said at this moment, verbatim," Vogel said, neither humble nor overbearing, with appropriate words:

"Pass it down to future generations, and leave it for comment."

Thales frowned.

"Later?"

Vogel nodded:

"Although the polyphonic stones used to record are extremely rare consumables, the stars have existed for hundreds of years, and many wills and wills of the former kings have been left in this way."

He narrowed his eyes:

"Many historians have written books and biographies for the ancestors of the stars, and passed them down for generations, and they also follow this source."

Write a book and pass it on to all generations...

Thales froze when he heard the words, and subconsciously straightened his collar.

"Glorver, Doyle, you go back with His Highness first," Mallos said calmly:

"I'll be there soon."

"Not for long."

Zombie and D.D were about to enter the room, but Vogel turned his head and stared back.

The eyes of Mallos and Vogel met in the air.

If there is lightning.

Thales snapped his fingers straightening his collar.

"Polyphonic array? So, no matter what I say now," the young man turned around slowly:

"Behind me, hundreds of thousands of years of kings and queens, can they hear?"

Vogel nodded happily:

"Yes, so in order to be considerate, you might as well go first, Your Highness..."

"Okay." Thales sighed and walked towards the wall.

Vogel couldn't help laughing when he saw this:

"Without reasonable means, you cannot disassemble..."

But Thales just put his palms together in front of his mouth, aimed at the magic circle, and took a deep breath.

"My descendants, listen carefully, listen, listen..."

Vogel was puzzled.

Mallos' expression changed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Thales called out the sin of Hell River, focusing on the vocal cords and throat, and the voice became louder and louder.

"Listen...listen...listen..."

In the next second, he looked ferocious and roared angrily:

"Listen to Nima's ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

The guard room was not big, but the sound was deafening like a torrent of thunder, the lights in the room flickered, and even the yerba mate tea in the cup was shaken.

The roar fell, and the room became silent, except for the lingering sound outside the corridor, which shocked the palace.

The light of the magic circle flickered a few times, became much dimmer, and was dying.

Thales exhaled.

After yelling this voice that has been passed down through the ages, he only felt refreshed and refreshed.

The prince tidied up his appearance, turned his head contentedly, and faced the two men who had already been petrified and the stone heads on the door frame, he was gentle and personable:

"Excuse me, is the paperwork done yet?"