Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 192 Six and a Half Yuan

In the early morning, on an empty street, Thales, panting heavily, walked through a small alley and came to a larger road.

Edda...

Ada... she should be fine. Although she seems unreliable, didn't she capture an extreme vampire all by herself in the birch forest?

I can't afford to be distracted; thinking too much won't help, and it won't do any good either—Thales desperately tried to shake off his worries.

He suddenly felt thirsty.

Thales grabbed a handful of snow, and following the old custom of beggars spending winter on the streets, rubbed it in and stuffed it into his mouth.

The prince, his face contorted with cold, grimaced and trembled, looking up at the rascal and asking, "Is this...is this West Chi Avenue?"

However, the latter just kept his head down and didn't say a word.

Thales managed to swallow the snow that had melted into water with great difficulty.

He looked at the dazed-looking little rascal and felt extremely worried.

From the tragedies in the palace to the calamities of the disasters, the assassination of the king, and the imminent bloodshed, this terrible night had terrified the poor child.

For her, this was too...

Let alone the little rascal—even I am on the verge of collapse.

How did all of this begin?

Lumba, did he plan everything from the moment he sent troops to escort him north to Longxiao City, with the aim of assassinating the king and launching a coup?
How did he do that?
If a force of two thousand men set out under the guise of escorting him and thus went unnoticed... then when he led his army into the city, were all the vassal nobles, commoners, soldiers, and officials inside and outside the city completely unaware?

King Nunn seems to be a very shrewd king, and that unsettling old woman Cassan doesn't seem to be a simple character either. How could they allow such a fatal security lapse to occur in their capital?

unless……

Thales recalled that terrible answer.

No way.

He swallowed hard, pulled the little rascal along, and decided to think about it from a different perspective.

I attracted a mage, didn't I?

The incident caused by Giza and Ashida directly destroyed the entire Shield District and diverted most of Dragonsreach's attention.

Yes, that's why King Nunn left Valhalla and came to the Shield District—therefore, I'm the one who should take the blame for the king's assassination.

Thales was startled by his own thoughts.

If it really is because of me and Giza—then Rumba is incredibly lucky!

Looking at his disheveled state as he fled for his life, the second prince sighed: "This is what they mean by 'you reap what you sow'?"
Thales rubbed his forehead hard; even his usually well-functioning "superpowered" brain felt a bit uncomfortable at this moment.

He sighed, having no choice but to put these matters aside for the time being. Despite his extreme exhaustion and distress, he mustered his strength and groped his way forward.

This should be Xichi Avenue—if I remember correctly, this winding, deserted street is Kai District.

Ada said that once they crossed it, they would reach the blockade set up for the disaster, where they should be able to meet people from the capital.

Thales hesitated for a moment after thinking about this.

But she also said that those patrol teams, or guys dressed in patrol uniforms, were very suspicious, and she didn't know how many of them were loyal to Rumba.

It's best not to believe it.

Even those loyal to Walton could easily leak their information to Rumba's side.

And the once mighty King Nunn could no longer protect them.

Ugh.

Ironically, he was struggling to survive in the northern capital with King Exter's granddaughter, unable to find anyone he could trust.

The most urgent task is to find a trustworthy person, seek help, return to Valhalla, return to Putilai's side, and inform the people in Dragonsreach who are still loyal to Walton.

Thales paused in his steps.

He looked at a sign on a street corner not far ahead, his expression changed, and he remembered something.

When King Nunn can no longer protect us...

On the sign ahead, there was a black, short-handled dagger. Below the sign was a huge wooden window that was tightly closed, and on one side was an extremely narrow door.

Thales squinted, a conversation from the past flashing through his mind.

If you encounter an insurmountable crisis in Exter... even King Nunn can't save you...

Thales' eyes lit up.

is here.

The next moment, he pulled the little rascal towards the sign.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Thales knocked hard on the large wooden window under the dagger sign.

Although the residents have been evacuated under martial law, if the owner of this place is indeed, as he has heard, "frequently doing things that violate the law"...

no respond.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Thales knocked three more times.

Still no one responded.

The prince frowned and reached out his hand again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amidst the increasingly loud knocking on the window, the little rascal seemed to snap out of her daze, asking somewhat confusedly, "Ah...where are we?"

“A butcher shop on West Chi Avenue,” Thales said curtly. “Is anyone there? We need help!”

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He knocked on the window several more times.

However, there has still been no response.

Thales' initial expectations slowly faded.

Ugh.

He looked at the sign and sighed.

They've probably been evacuated as well.

Under the strange look in the little rascal's eyes, Thales disappointedly pulled her up and turned to leave the butcher shop.

But he paused slightly after taking just one step.

"What's wrong?" the little rascal asked blankly.

Thales whirled around and shouted at the sign with the dagger on it:

"Six and a half dollars!"

no respond.

Thales gritted his teeth and shouted again:

"Six and a half dollars! Six and a half dollars!"

Perhaps he had shouted a bit too loudly, Thales was panting and patting his chest.

But there has still been no response.

The empty street was empty except for the two of them.

Thales lowered his head in disappointment.

Forget it.

He probably...

Just now.

A sound of wood scraping against each other came from behind, followed by the sound of a door bolt being opened.

"Clap."

The little rascal instinctively hid behind him, while Thales looked up in surprise.

The wooden window was opened.

Have……

someone here?
Through the window, a man with black hair and black eyes, and a calm face, stared at them with an unfriendly expression.

It made Thales feel uneasy.

and many more.

This is an……

Far Easterners?
"Who are you?"

How did you know that?

The Far Eastern man spoke with a distinct northern accent, his tone somewhat impatient, as if he were facing a major problem: "Six and a half dollars?"

Thales was slightly taken aback.

someone...

someone!

He stared blankly at the man from the Far East until the man made a move to close the window. Only then did Thales react and excitedly exclaim, "Wait... um... we are, we are friends of Caslan!"

“Kaslan told us about this word! He said that when we need help, we should come here and say this code…”

The Far Eastern man squinted his already small eyes, as if to scrutinize them closely.

"You are, you are that..." Thales scratched his head, desperately trying to recall their encounter at the Hero's Tavern. After a few seconds, he finally managed to coax those few words out of his mind: "You are Mr. Gu, right!"

“We need help!”

The Far Eastern man remained silent, still in the shadows behind the window, quietly watching them.

"Please!" Thales said anxiously.

A moment later, Gu grinned.

"A friend of Kaslan, is that it?" The man from the Far East gave a soft hum and said slowly:
"come in."

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At the border between the Armor Zone and the Shield Zone, a thrilling battle between two extreme realms has begun.

"call--"

The wind from the blade was fierce.

Eda leaped into the air and pounced toward Kaslan.

Her scimitar drew an arc, grazing the tip of the latter's nose.

The former commander of the White Blade Guard leaned back calmly, while the expressionless Kaslan calmly dodged the blade that was about to slash his head.

Even though the blade was only an inch from his nose.

"To leap into the air during battle is suicide."

Kaslan said calmly, and instantly wielded the two-meter-long Soul-Slaying Spear, yet there was no sense of clumsiness or sluggishness.

The spear even bent from his swinging!
The wind howled. The spear tip, as if alive, swung horizontally towards the elf.

Just like many duels between masters of extreme skill, the roles of offense and defense were reversed in just a few seconds.

“That’s from the perspective of humans,” Ada said dismissively from the air.

The next second, with incredible agility, she climbed up the front of the Soul-Slaying Spear with one hand and exerted a little force.

The dark tip of the Soul-Slaying Spear narrowly missed her ear.

Ada hung her entire body on the spear, like a flowing garment, billowing in the wind as Kaslan danced.

Kaslan's arms surged with incredible power, and he swung his spear!
Ada was thrown off the spear as if struck by a powerful blow.

Kaslan's spear did not pause for a moment, like a venomous snake launching another attack, piercing the air and striking towards Ada's waist in mid-air!
But Ada once again displayed bat-like agility, leaning back in mid-air and pulling her legs back, bending them into a "C" shape.

"Pong!"

The gun tip pierced the air with a loud bang.

However, Kaslan's deadly spear struck precisely the hollow area of ​​Ada's "C"-shaped stance, grazing her back.

It pierced the void with remarkable skill.

Kaslan frowned, and swung his spear again!
Ada reached back with her left hand again, placed it on the handle of the Soul-Slaying Spear, and swung her supple body like a slingshot in the direction of Caslan's spear thrust!
Using her left hand as the center, she swung around the Soul-Slaying Spear as if on a swing, before drifting backward using the centrifugal force.

If Thales were here, he'd probably stare in disbelief and exclaim, "You can do the horizontal bar!"

The elf did a somersault in the air and landed steadily.

"boom!"

Kaslan's spearhead finally hit the ground and sank deep into the stone bricks.

This thrilling round has now come to an end.

Ada stood up, holding her scimitar. Her cloak had fallen to the back of her neck during the recent violent movement, revealing her smooth, bright white hair braided into a plait.

Kaslan twirled his spear, his expression unchanged, completely at ease.

“I have fought against the enemies of White Mountain and seen envoys from the Kingdom of Dusk,” the old man in the tavern said slowly, “but your skin color… is neither that of a white elf nor a nightmare elf.”

Ada raised her head, revealing her delicate, girlish face and a pair of beautifully curved pointed ears.

“You are a Holy Elf, aren’t you?” Kaslan exhaled softly, adjusting his gun-holding posture. “Of course, I have never seen the High Elves or Grey Elves of the Eastern Continent, but I think you could only be a prince from the Holy Tree Kingdom who would protect the stars.”

“You guessed right,” Ada scoffed, her eyes filled with apprehension as she looked at the Soul-Slaying Spear. “A little brat from the North.”

Kaslan nodded and smiled.

"The Holy Tree Kingdom truly lives up to its reputation as a generational ally and royal relative of the Star Kingdom," the old man sighed. "They even provided them with Extreme Realm Guardians?"

Ada's expression changed.

"Pah, pah, pah!" The elf brandished his scimitar with annoyance. "What guard! I am the supreme expert that they—those brats—begged and pleaded with their grandpas, grandmas, dads, and moms, and paid a hefty sum to hire!"

Kaslan's brow twitched.

"Lifetime Honorary Instructor of the Starry Sky Royal Guard!" The elf pointed her scimitar at herself and proudly proclaimed, "Ada Loracat Gisele Duridos..."

But Ada's words seemed to get stuck, stopping halfway through.

Her silver eyes darted around, but she ultimately threw them to the ground in dejection.

"Oh dear, I can't remember your name... just call me whatever you like."

But Kaslan's expression turned serious.

“I see, he’s an instructor from the Royal Guard,” the old man said, raising his rifle and looking at Ada with a different gaze. “We in the White Blade Guard used to say that, apart from Glacier Watch, if there was any force in the world capable of facing off against the elite White Blade Guard and the ‘Dragon Guard’ head-on…”

Kaslan sighed, his eyes filled with nostalgia:
"Then it can only be you, the so-called 'Imperial Guards'—the Star Royal Guards."

“Oh dear,” Ada waved her hand dismissively, “So you still remember you’re a member of the White Blade Guard… Did you see your men falling one by one just now?”

Upon hearing this, Kaslan showed a pained expression, his brows furrowing.

“They were all competent soldiers, good boys,” the old man said sadly. “They just happened to encounter the worst of times and the worst of fate.”

Ada snorted coldly: "You really dare to say that—the famous 'Earthshaker' seems to be nothing more than a traitor."

Kaslan closed his eyes tightly.

"Let's finish this battle... If we drag it out too long, our people will arrive, and then there won't be a fair chance to fight." His voice was incredibly weary.

Edame remained silent, simply staring coldly at him.

“The ‘Dragon Guard’ and the ‘Imperial Guard’ have met few times in history—I had the honor of fighting your Sakel when I was young,” Kaslan said solemnly, his white hair gleaming in the dawn’s light. “Instructor Edda.”

“Sakel?” Ada’s expression changed, as if recalling something: “Isn’t he that snotty-nosed, donkey-faced brat who’s always slacking off on the training field… Come to think of it, I used to punish him a lot…”

“He was the famous ‘Knight of Punishment’ of the Stars,” Kaslan said with a nostalgic smile. “I haven’t heard from him since twelve years ago.”

Ada's face darkened.

"That fellow is in the Bone Prison in the Western Wilderness," the elf sighed. "He'll probably never get out... that silly child..."

Kaslan was slightly taken aback.

"Is that so..." the old man murmured.

“What a pity.” Kaslan closed his eyes regretfully. “He was truly a formidable opponent.”

The battle resumed the next moment.

Kaslan's spear moved without warning, thrusting out three times in an instant!

They all aimed at Ada's legs.

"Pon! Pon! Pon!"

The spear tip struck the ground three times, sending up countless pebbles.

But Ada moved with a strange and elegant gait, taking six steps in a row, each one perfectly avoiding the Soul-Slaying Spear's thrust.

Amidst the flying debris, Ada did not retreat; instead, she used evasive footwork to close in on Caslan!

The roles of offense and defense are reversed again.

"Shh!"

Before the spear could be retrieved, Ada used a wild and unrestrained slash to behead Kaslan.

The legendary commander of the White Blade Guard calmly turned and dodged.

His experienced eyes never left Ada's shoulders.

Sure enough, as Ada moved, the blade flashed three times in mid-air!

Each time, it veered in the direction that Kaslan was preparing to dodge.

But Caslan, with his superb eyesight and intuition, still managed to dodge the three dangerous flashes of the blade.

The wind from the blade swept across the old man's face.

It took away a lock of his white hair.

Kaslan finally retracted his spear, and the old man raised his arms high, the spear drawing a large circle around him!
"Tear!" The screeching sound of the gun tip dragging on the ground rang out.

But Ada had already performed two backflips, leaping out of the Soul-Slaying Spear's attack range.

The tense exchange of offense and defense ended, and the two Extreme Realm experts paused again.

“Good flexibility and agility,” Kaslan sighed. “Good combat awareness, steady sword swings, and light footwork.”

"She truly made the most of the advantages of being both an elf and a woman."

Ada chuckled softly, carefully observing the other person's face.

"You'll regret it if you underestimate women."

The two stood on opposite sides of the street, silently gazing at each other, their apprehension reaching its peak as they mentally assessed the upcoming battle.

“How dare I,” Kaslan said respectfully, “I am, after all, a person who lived in the same era as ‘Heart in the Rain’.”

“But these are all qualities that elves should possess, nothing surprising,” the old man said calmly.

Ada's pupils contracted slightly.

“What surprised me the most,” Kaslan observed the ground, his gaze focused on the three holes he had just made, “was that you responded to every single one of my attacks and defenses perfectly, without any hesitation, almost flawlessly.”

“Ah,” Ada shrugged, her pointed ears twitching slightly, “I’m very good.”

"Haha, is that so?" Kaslan's expression changed, and he revealed a hearty smile.

"Attacking your legs is to suppress your agility."

"The pebbles are meant to hinder your dexterity."

"The final sweeping motion of the spear is intended to seize the opportunity when you get close and launch a killing attack."

The old man nodded approvingly: "But you skillfully avoided the leg strike, and even charged back, cleverly dodging the loose rocks behind you while launching a counterattack, and even perfectly dodged the final sweeping attack."

Kaslan raised his head and looked directly at Ada.

"My three goals are interconnected, but I haven't achieved any of them."

“This can no longer be explained by reaction or experience,” he slowly shook his head: “Even Shao and ‘Heart in the Rain’ would not be able to face my attack so easily.”

"That leaves only one answer."

Ada's expression remained unchanged, but she slowly tightened her grip on the scimitar in her hand.

Those three combos were indeed incredibly skillful.

but……

Kaslan sighed, his voice tinged with wistfulness: "You knew my next move and plan beforehand, and that's how you made the perfect response, is that right?"

Ada's expression changed.

No way.

This old man...

How long have we been fighting?
Kaslan chuckled softly.

In that instant, it was as if the legendary 'Earthshaker' had returned to the battlefield of his youth.

“I’ve heard that supernatural abilities are far more common among elves than among humans—quite an interesting phenomenon, isn’t it?” The old man swung his Soul-Slaying Spear again, his eyes burning with a fighting spirit he hadn’t shown in years. “The types of abilities are also numerous and varied, with all sorts of strange and wonderful powers.”

Ada's face darkened completely.

Previously, the focus was solely on the infamous Soul-Slaying Spear.

But now it seems, compared to the Soul Slayer...

She underestimated the power of this "earth-shaking" event.

Previously, I had only heard of his legendary reputation for leading the White Blade Guard to an undefeated record on the battlefield after he left the Tower of the End.

but……

Kaslan's eyes flashed, but he spoke calmly:
"But I really didn't expect there to be such amazing superpowers."

Ada sighed.

“Instructor Ada, you are a superhuman—no, you are at the pinnacle, so you must be called a superhuman warrior,” Kaslan said firmly, looking into Ada’s silver eyes, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"You can read minds."

Sorry, I was out of breath last night and the update is late.

Do you have any comments on the current introduction?

If I'm thinking of changing the bio, does anyone have any good suggestions?

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