Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 323 Good morning!
These words, like sparks splashed with eternal oil, caused a huge uproar in the hall!
The vassals all showed signs of anger.

"What the fuck..."

"Fuck him..."

"guard!"

But before the vassals could vent their anger, Thales spoke again, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

“You know, sometimes I miss Nunn,” the prince sighed, but there was no respect in his voice. “I want to say to him: Look, Dragonsreach, this is all you have left.”

“Your pitiful legacy, Nunn,” Thales turned around, looked up at the stone carvings above him, and waved his arms to the nobles on either side while shaking his head disdainfully: “You’re just a bunch of old fogies with outdated thinking, clinging to a useless and cowardly little girl, tearing each other apart over a few bones in Dragonstreet City.”

"It's really sad."

His expression hardened, and he said coldly with disdain, "You are all of you."

Earl Curtson's eyes widened, and he exchanged a glance with Earl Linna, who was standing beside him, filled with shock and anger.

He is...

boom!
Count Kerkegaard slammed his chair coldly: "You are blaspheming the late king."

"do you know?"

Thales shook his head dismissively, offering no response whatsoever.

“Wow,” Ian stared at Thales in disbelief from his seat. “I thought I was being really bad.”

Nikolai, standing beside the Grand Duke, stared blankly at Thales, as if unable to accept the prince's sudden change.

At this moment, the coldness in Thales' eyes made even the Meteorite, who claimed to have spent the most time with him, frown.

What are you doing?
“If this is your plan, madam,” Nicolai said in a low voice beside the Grand Duchess, his already pale face contorted with anger and disbelief, “then you’d better stop him before things go wrong.”

"This is going too far. If this continues, no one can save him in the face of the angry northerners."

But Selma just stared blankly at the prince without replying.

Thales...

You, you?
Thales took two more steps and brushed past Monty.

The raven gave him a faint, cold laugh, its eyes filled with ill intent.

"Enough! Prince Thales," Earl Hearst roared, unable to contain his anger. "The lady tried to save your life, and you—"

"Oh, speaking of that!"

Thales raised his voice, as if he had suddenly realized something, and turned leisurely to the golden-bearded count.

"Six years!"

He shook his head with an expression of absurdity and disdain, and clicked his tongue at the Grand Duchess in her seat.

"You all feel that you have this prince of the stars firmly in your hands—you can mold him however you want, right?"

Thales shook his head, recalling the Black Sand Grand Duke from his memory, mimicking his expression, his eyes flashing coldly: "Look, this is our disagreement."

"My life is my own, and no one can take it away from me."

The Earl of Lisbon looked at the prince in disbelief, feeling as if he had never been so unfamiliar to him—as if he were no longer the well-behaved prince he once was.

Selma's expression changed. She looked at Thales helplessly, but couldn't help but recall the boy's words.

Ignore others, disregard everything else, and do not hesitate or waver in the slightest.

I'll handle the rest.

Is this... your way of solving problems?
Earl Hearst clenched his fist, his face contorted, and he spoke each word with fury: "Not bad, Prince Thales, Your Highness, as a Starman, you really have guts."

"As for your life, we'll know the answer soon enough."

Thales gave a cold laugh.

“The people of the North have said this to me more than once,” the Second Prince exhaled, unconcerned about the stares around him, and twisted his neck. “And what has happened? Six years have passed, and my head is still safely on my neck.”

Earl Hearst roared like a wild beast whose territory had been invaded!
The people of the North erupted in deafening curses, and the Grand Duke's guards even restrained two vassals who were about to step forward.

“This is quite interesting,” Earl Linna said coldly, looking at Thales. “Madam, it seems you have a flawed judgment of people.”

Selma, however, fell silent at this moment.

She looked at Thales with a deep sadness.

But all she could get from the prince's eyes was a false sense of emotion.

Thales...

What exactly do you want to do?
"Do you really think Dragon Sky City is something special?"

"But this is no longer the era of King Nunn."

"The Freedom Alliance is our doing, a scheme orchestrated by the stars," Thales took a deep breath, turned to the Northerners in the hall, and roared, adding fuel to the fire, "And what can you do about it? Northerners? Dragonsky City?"

"Endless hearings and bickering in the castle? And then using pretentious rhetoric to boast about achievements that weren't even yours, to cover up your incompetence and stupidity, and to highlight your noble status?"

“That’s enough,” Thales said, his eyes wide and his expression terrifying. “I can’t believe I’ve spent six years in the same territory as you… It’s absurd.”

Countless angry shouts filled the air, bringing with them enthusiastic suggestions from the passionate northerners, such as "Kill him!"

Count Nazel frowned as he looked at Thales, and mouthed to Risban across from him: What's going on?

But the regent simply shook his head.

He didn't know either.

"And what annoys me the most..."

Thales let out a cold laugh, his face turning icy: "Six years ago, if it weren't for me, you—Dragon Sky City—would no longer exist."

“Who gives you the right to shout and discuss how to deal with me?” Thales spun around, taking in every pair of eyes, and said, word by word, “As if you could really do it.”

The noise in the hall grew louder and louder.

“Now, if I were to say again: cut off one of his hands,” Count Linna said in a chillingly loud voice, “would anyone object?”

The hall resounded with unanimous shouts of anger and agreement.

Thales chuckled dismissively.

He turned to face the Grand Duchess, who was now speechless, and opened his arms:

"come!"

He was like a warrior who had risked everything, laughing triumphantly on the battlefield: "Everyone in Dragon City, the second prince of the stars, Thales Star, is here now!"

"Come on!" the boy shouted, "Chop off my hand or my foot, it's up to you!"

Three Grand Duke's guards held back the fifth vassal who was about to rush forward—the Earl of Hudson.

Thales could no longer remember whether he was from Twilight River or Hudson of Spear City.

But it's okay.

Thales coldly observed the enraged people of the North.

It's about time, isn't it?

Ian looked at Thales in the arena, his brows furrowed: What exactly are you trying to do?
This is Dragon Sky City, and you are facing the people of the North.

If things continue like this, it's impossible for you to be safely delivered to Qiyuan City.

Selma stared sadly at Thales, who seemed to be challenging all the powerful figures in Dragonsky City.

Yes.

at this time……

There's nobody...

They brought up the marriage proposal again, the conscription proposal again, and the qualification of Grand Duchess again.

but.

But you...

Thales!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

Thales's roar rang out again.

"But you must remember!"

Thales waved his arms, glaring at every gnashing-toothed Northman, and roared, "On that day in the future..." "The day when I wear the Nine-Star Crown and receive the Staff of Stars."

“Every debt will be settled, and every hatred will be wiped away!”

His words were like a bucket of cold water, and the angry shouts in the hall immediately ceased.

"In the name of the shining star."

"This is a promise from the Star Kingdom, the heir to the throne," Thales said coldly, lowering his voice to ease his hoarse throat during the quiet.

"I've remembered each and every one of you."

“I’ll remember that, Exter.”

He coldly swept his gaze across the assembled officials, noticing that the momentary anger in their eyes had gradually subsided, transforming into a deep-seated hatred that had been difficult to dispel for years.

“Boy,” Earl Curtson gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to chew Thales to pieces:

Do you think the northerners would be afraid of your threats?

Thales turned around as if struck by lightning, meeting his gaze: "Isn't that right?"

"Look how terrified you are when you face the stars."

The prince chuckled with a sigh, "The once mighty and renowned Dragon Sky City, now..."

"So we can only fight the war by using hostages."

The angry shouts that had subsided in the hall rose again, one after another.

Aside from the bewildered Risban and the furrowed brow of Nazel, even the other four counts displayed their anger.

“I seriously doubt you’ll live to see your coronation,” Count Kierkegaard said, clenching his last remaining fist, his face expressionless. “If it weren’t for the Grand Duke’s guards’ restraint, you would be torn to shreds by now!”

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Are you waiting for King Nunn to climb out of his coffin and give you orders?"

Thales finished speaking calmly, which triggered another wave of angry protests!

But he was completely unaware.

Just then, as all attention was drawn to Thales, a servant hurried along the wall, came up behind the Regent of Lisbon, and whispered in his ear.

Some people noticed this, but they were immediately drawn to Thales and turned their attention back to him.

But Lisban's expression changed, and he lowered his voice, saying, "What? Now? He's right here..."

The servant nodded.

After Lisban asked a few more questions, his expression grew increasingly grim.

Count Nazel noticed his old friend's expression and immediately gave him an inquiring look.

To his surprise, the usually composed old Risban looked dejected and bewildered, and shook his head at the puzzled Nazel.

Lisban took a deep breath, looked at Thales in disbelief, and gave a wry smile.

Is that so.

Prince Thales.

It turned out to be the case.

A second later, as if giving up on something, Lisban waved his hand weakly.

The servant left, but the confrontation continued.

"Madam, I would give anything to keep my promise and protect your safety, but..."

Count Linna said coldly, "For your foolish actions, boy, you have not only betrayed the lady's trust, but have also sealed your fate today."

Thales laughed: "That's why I said you guys are a bunch of idiots."

The second prince of the stars sighed, seemingly oblivious to everyone else:

"The situation has long been out of your control."

Thales's eyes pierced through each of them like sharp swords: "You bunch of idiots, didn't you really see it?"

"Where exactly is the trump card in this game?"

Linna's face immediately turned ashen.

"The outcome is already clear," Earl Curtson said impatiently through gritted teeth. "No need to waste words. Throw him in the dungeon first, and then..."

At this moment.

boom!
The main entrance to the hall was violently forced open.

The sound of metal striking giant wood echoed through the hall.

It went on for a long time.

The arguing in the hall stopped, and most people stared blankly at the door, not understanding what had happened.

A deep, resonant voice boomed from outside the door:
Wow... what a grand scene!

His words were relaxed, and his attitude was comfortable.

Heavy footsteps approached.

puff.

puff.

puff.

A towering figure, accompanied by two attendants, stepped into the Hall of Heroes as if no one else was there.

Several indignant-looking guards of the Grand Duke followed closely behind them.

The newcomer stopped and stood leisurely beside Prince Xingchen, calmly surveying his surroundings as he watched the Grand Duke's guards stop the indignant northern nobles.

He spoke softly, but his words carried a chilling undertone: "It seems you're quite popular, aren't you?"

The newcomer turned to the indifferent-looking boy:

"Thales?"

The hall fell silent instantly.

Selma, Risban, Nazel, Nicolai, Kierkegaard, Hearst, Linna, Curtson, Lord Justin, and even Monty and many of his vassals…

From the Grand Duchess to her vassals, and even her personal guards and envoys from Qiyuan City, everyone froze for a moment—Lisban still wore a look of exhaustion and sorrow.

It was as if time in the hall had stopped at this moment, no longer moving forward.

Only Thales remained calm and composed as he looked at the middle-aged nobleman.

The prince sighed and gave a faint, cold laugh.

"What has kept you occupied for so long?" Thales asked casually and indifferently.
"Old friend?"

Thales finished speaking.

The expressions on everyone's faces in the hall were identical; they all stared intently at the person who had just walked in—a dignified middle-aged nobleman.

It was as if he were a dead man who could never have appeared, crawling out of his grave.

The middle-aged nobleman turned his head leisurely and replied with a light laugh, "You know, the road to Valhalla is not easy."

Under countless strange or shocked gazes, the middle-aged nobleman raised his head.

The dark gold crown on his forehead gleamed, with a dark red gem set in the center.

Upon seeing the gem clearly, many people gasped in astonishment.

The next second, His Majesty King Charman I, the forty-sixth co-ruler of the Kingdom of Exter and Grand Duke of Black Sands, expressionlessly surveyed everyone in the hall, his powerful voice echoing throughout:
"Good morning."

"Dragon Sky City!"

In the original outline, this part of the plot should have been written in Chapter 40, but firstly, I lacked the writing skills and was too verbose, and secondly, as I wrote, I tended to have all sorts of wild ideas and add scenes (I won't tell you that many of the earlier plot points were added on a whim)...

So it's been dragging on until now.

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(End of this chapter)