Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 134 The Little Rascal and Alex (Part 1)

"who are you?"

Thales sat down on the ground, stunned, staring at the girl with the bespectacled, cat-like face.

“I…I just wanted to ask someone for directions to the Hall of Heroes. I am…” Thales paused for a second, but decided to swallow his identity information back down his throat. He forced a smile and said, “I just arrived at the Palace of Heroes today.”

"Oh." The girl lying on the ground shrank back a little, and said timidly, adjusting her dusty round black glasses to make them look more upright: "I thought no one would come here..."

Those thick, dark glasses were clearly too big, barely fitting on the girl's ears, and looked particularly comical against her dirty little face.

"Then... may I ask who you are?" Thales stood up, dusted himself off, and gave a friendly smile.

"I...I work for someone here..." The little girl stammered, her voice filled with doubt and hesitation. She glanced cautiously at Thales, seemingly a little scared.

It looked like a squirrel that had just encountered a falcon, trembling in its tree hole.

She said weakly, "I...I think I heard from the kitchen staff that a lot of people have been coming to the Palace of Heroes recently."

Thales frowned.

Working for someone?

What did the people in the kitchen say?

Is it...

A thought popped into his mind.

According to the routine described by a girl with severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome):

In an unfamiliar palace, if a young boy or girl suddenly appears and moves freely in an unguarded area, no matter how sloppy their clothes or how strange their behavior—Thales glanced at the platinum-blonde girl's attire with deep suspicion—they all have only one identity.

"Are you perhaps the daughter of a noble family?" Thales squinted at the thin little girl struggling to get up from the ground.

The little girl paused for a moment.

Sure enough... Thales nodded to himself: a routine is a routine.

However, the next moment, the girl timidly lowered her head, and then—shaked her head vigorously.

Huh?
Thales brushed the dust off his arms and frowned.

The prince wanders around Valhalla, gets lost, encounters a princess from another country, then something cliché happens, and then they engage in various ambiguous relationships—isn't this how the plot should go...?

wrong.

The girl—Thales glanced at the books on the ground, then at the girl's glasses—she could read, read, and even understood the ancient imperial language.

If you weren't a nobleman, you would never have had the chance to learn these things.

They will also not have the chance to develop high myopia.

And... in Valhalla.

Thales then smiled. "Your last name is Walton? Are you His Majesty Nunn's...granddaughter or grandniece?"

But to his surprise, the little girl seemed frightened, waving her hands and shaking her head desperately: "No, no, I'm just, I'm just a servant, ordered to be here... to find something!"

Thales frowned again.

No?

As the little girl shook her head, her oversized black glasses slid down her nose!

It fell to the ground.

The platinum-haired little girl was clearly startled. She cried out in surprise, squinted, and tried to grab her falling glasses in mid-air, frantically flailing her arms and legs.

But perhaps due to poor eyesight or something else, her haphazardly outstretched hand accidentally knocked her glasses off in her confusion.

The sound of wind approaching.

Thales was startled and instinctively reached out to catch the foreign object flying towards his arms—the girl's glasses.

Yo.

Thales curled up the corners of his mouth: Looks like my reaction time has improved.

"My glasses!" The little girl crouched down, squinted, and frantically groped on the ground.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m here.” Thales reassured her while curiously raising his round, black-rimmed glasses.

These glasses seem to have metal frames, which explains their weight; unfortunately, they're already quite damaged.

The lenses weren't thin, they were covered in dust, and there were even cracks. I wonder if accurate optometry and eyeglass manufacturing technologies even exist in this world.

"Excuse me..." The little girl seemed very pessimistic about her eyesight after losing her glasses. She lay on the ground, her eyes vacant, and nervously reached out towards Thales.

"Don't move," Thales slowly walked up to the girl, looked at the poor little thing who was squinting and trying hard to see clearly, and sighed.

He knelt down in front of the girl, whose hand accidentally touched Thales' knee in her panic, causing her to quickly pull away in fright.

“Don’t be afraid,” Thales tried to make his voice sound friendly and gentle. “It’s alright.”

Thales reached out and brushed aside the little girl's platinum blonde, shoulder-length hair, revealing her equally dirty left ear. He felt her hand tremble slightly.

The little girl lying on the ground flinched, her breathing quickening. The second prince opened his glasses and carefully slipped the frames over the girl's ears.

Then I put the frames on her small nose.

Thales released his grip and smiled as he watched the little girl's eyes slowly widen behind her glasses.

She stared wide-eyed at the strange boy in front of her.

Through the dirty lenses, Thales noticed that the little girl's green eyes were crystal clear when viewed up close.

“Be careful,” Thales smiled. “You’d better get a new pair of glasses; these are too big.”

The little girl suddenly realized what was happening. She quickly got up from the ground, raised her hands, and adjusted her glasses.

Then he looked up and stared blankly at Thales.

But she finally stopped trembling timidly, and the hostile reaction she had just felt, like an animal barbs popping out, had also lessened considerably.

"So, you really are just a servant?" Thales raised an eyebrow, shrugged helplessly, and decided not to ask any more questions.

The little girl closed her mouth and nodded gently.

Thales looked at the helpless little girl in front of him and sighed: "Could you please tell me how to get to the Hall of Heroes?"

The little girl timidly raised her hand: "Go out, go straight, turn right, turn left, go downstairs, turn right..."

The incoherent narration left Thales completely bewildered.

"Stop!" Thales stopped her with a sigh, "Never mind, I'll go find it myself..."

The little girl lowered her head sadly: "I'm sorry..."

“No, it’s not your fault, I’m just terrible with directions… wait,” Thales, who was about to turn away, shifted his gaze to the little girl’s lower body: “You’re looking…”

Thales's expression turned serious.

"What book is it?"

But he had already seen the page the little girl had turned to.

The prince's heart sank.

"Ah, this?"

The little girl frantically pulled the big book out from under her, her face tense, and struggled to lift the cover towards Thales.

Thales quickly reached out to help her.

"The Dawn of Heroes!"

In that instant, the little girl's eyes behind her glasses suddenly brightened, and her words became confident and fluent: "The story of the final war, told by an elf named Cahill Leaffall, recounts the tales of several different human leaders!"

Thales watched with some astonishment as the girl transformed from timid to enthusiastic.

This guy……

Wait, let's get back to the main topic.

"The final battle, huh..." Thales took a deep breath.

“Many books talk about this, about some unknown monster leading traitors of the world to wage war, and how we fought back with all our might…” Thales’s eyes sharpened:
"What's different about this book? Besides telling the story of the enemy's strength, the difficulty and sacrifice of the battle, and our inexplicable victory at the end, just like 'The End of the War'..."

"You've read 'The End of the War'! I heard it's out of print, a book written by an Imperial! Only the Southern Stars have copies left." The little girl's eyes lit up, and she smiled, revealing a dimple on her left cheek. "And this book tells so many special stories!"

Thales looked interested.

The little girl's eyes shone with fervor and excitement:
"For example, it described how, in the early stages of the war, from East to West, nations were engaged in endless infighting and betrayal, which even the Church of the Holy Sun could not suppress, requiring the Holy Sun's God to personally manifest and stop this internal strife;"

"It also tells the story of the later Restoration King, Prince Tormund, who issued a highly controversial order during the war: to abandon hatred and old grudges, and to use his reputation to recruit all races, including orcs, skeletons, merfolk, and even immortals, to unite all forces against the enemy. This order caused him to incur the dissatisfaction of many, leading to the stripping of his military command."

"For example, the 'Great Qadil' of the Hambul Dynasty was actually more adept at stealth than combat. While Prince Shengxuan and Chenjian were being soundly defeated by the Army of Calamity, Hambul, with its remaining troops, held out for a full six years."

"For example, the now-legendary King Feng, Chen Jian, was merely a prisoner before the war, imprisoned in the triumphant capital, soon to be executed. On the eve of the war, suspicious individuals broke into his cell and released Chen Jian and his companions."

"It is said that in our most perilous moment, someone opened the gates of hell and made a pact with seven terrifying monarchs, successfully bringing demons into our alliance to fight against calamity."

The barrage of information overwhelmed Thales, but he remained focused on his objective and calmly asked, "Did it mention where those powerful monsters and those calamities came from?"

"They're said to be enemies of God, but I don't know the specifics," the little girl patted the book cover, her face beaming. "The book says there's nothing that can fight those monsters."

Thales looked puzzled: "Then how did we win?"

But the little girl didn't seem to listen to him and continued to happily tell her story:

"The book says that in the early stages of the war, we were completely powerless against those monsters—it doesn't seem to say what kind of power those monsters had—we could only slow down the enemy's advance through bloodshed and sacrifice, until some terrible weapon was invented..."

Thales sighed.

“And then,” the little girl said, pointing to a page in the book, her eyes shining, “until a defector appeared among the enemy…”

Thales felt a chill run down his spine!
"With equally powerful strength..."

"Stand on our side."

(End of this chapter)