Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 480 I want food and drink.

Be gentle.

Thales felt another pang of sadness upon hearing this.

Amidst the unpleasant expressions on almost everyone's faces, Ricky coughed.

"Can I consider this a deal?"

"Since we've helped you so much—'help'?"

This statement brought Roman, who had just finished his "artistic creation," back to reality.

Legendary Wings slowly turned around and walked towards Ricky.

His steps were slow, yet possessed a unique, unsettling rhythm.

Clay and Josh stared at the baron before them, who made them tremble, and wanted to step forward despite their fear, but Ricky stopped them.

The mercenary leader went to meet them without fear.

"grown ups?"

Roman and Ricky stared at each other, one indifferent, the other calm.

The people around tensed up, and many mercenaries and cavalrymen tightened their grip on their weapons.

The royal guards instinctively stood together, moving closer to Thales.

But Thales lowered his gaze and fell into deep thought.

Finally, after a few suffocating seconds, the Wings of Legend let out a soft snort:
"Take your people and get as far away as possible. You are no longer welcome at Baki Dunes."

As soon as the words were spoken, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

"And if you dare to come back..."

Roman didn't continue.

Ricky smiled and nodded:
“Very good, very fair.”

"Then best of luck? And... a pleasant collaboration?"

Ricky held out his palm.

But the indifferent Winged Legend didn't even glance at him, and walked past him toward his subordinates.

Ricky raised his eyebrows and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

At Frank's and others' signal, the cavalrymen in the first few rows put away their weapons.

“That’s great,” Quick Rope whispered gratefully behind Thales.

"There's no need to fight anymore."

On the other side, Roman led back his white horse and loudly gave orders to those around him:

"Felicea!"

At this moment, Roman shed his previous bloodthirstiness and abnormality, becoming neat and decisive, exuding an inherent dignity:

"Deploy the winged cavalry to occupy the surrounding lookout points and scout the enemy situation. Don't rush into battle. If the barbarians and mongrels really come, then I need to know the location of every single one of them!"

The female knight shouted in response to the baron's command, and under her leadership, hundreds of cavalrymen on one of the sand dunes turned around neatly and disappeared into the rolling dust.

Legendary Wings turned around:
"Frank! Poe!"

"Equip the Vanguard Cavalry well, feed them their last rations, including the rotation troops who have only been here for a month—especially Po, your new recruits from the inland—I'll be there soon. Remember, we're all on four legs, so try to fight on the open and on flat ground."

Poe—the other knight beside Frank seemed somewhat puzzled:
"Shouldn't we... light a signal fire to call for reinforcements first?"

Roman answered without hesitation:
"Who is this for? The desolate ruins or the Fortress of Heroes?"

"You should know that the men of the Western Wilderness are trembling in their camp, waiting for us to save them!"

Frank and Poe nodded in agreement and each led their respective men away on horseback.

Thales watched Roman's deployment silently, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Half of the cavalry departed in a grand procession, their imposing presence no less impressive than when they arrived.

"Snake Hand!"

The newly appointed freak captain, whose name was mentioned, paused for a few seconds before hurriedly responding:

"Big... lord?"

Roman glanced at him.

"Get the guards ready, especially the freaks. Once we've dealt with the outside, the camp will only have thugs and mutinous soldiers left. It won't be too hard, but it will be troublesome."

Snake Hand hurriedly agreed and awkwardly led his novice subordinates away.

Only two or three hundred cavalrymen remained on the surrounding sand dunes, who appeared to be Roman's most trusted personal guards.

Before Thales' eyes, the mercenaries, under the orders of Clay and others, began to count their belongings and number of men.

“Karl,” Roman finally turned around and gave the order to the remaining cavalry:

"You and my personal guards, take the prince to the first supply post on the east side."

Thales instinctively looked up.

Legendary Wings looked down at Sakel, who was sitting on the ground.

"And while you're at it, keep an eye on the prisoners in the Bone Prison."

"Send them back after the war."

Roman said coldly:

"They do not belong to the sunlight."

The expressions of the royal guards all darkened.

Roman walked toward his white horse, while the cavalrymen surged forward, glaring at the prisoners with hostile eyes.

Thales took a deep breath and refused a cavalry officer's offer to help him onto his horse.

"They helped me a lot in the prison of bones, they even saved my life," the prince stepped forward, attracting the attention of many.
"Could you... let them go?"

Barney and Belletti exchanged a glance.

But the legendary Wings simply shook his head coldly.

“They are prisoners,” Roman said, not even glancing at Thales, as he continued to pack his belongings.
"And I am a jailer."

"Hurry up, we still have a mess to clean up."

Thales clenched his fist.

On the other side, three cavalrymen roughly pinned the largest-looking Brie to the ground, where he struggled incessantly.

"Hey!" Little Barney protested, but he was immediately pinned down and tied up by a large number of cavalrymen.

Thales took a deep breath.

“It’s nothing, don’t resist,” Sacel calmly waited for the cavalry to pull him up from the ground and tie his hands, while advising the others:
"It's just going back to...where we belong."

His tone was casual, as if it were just a walk.

Soon, Tardin, Cannon, and Belletti were all taken away.

Barney gave him a smile that was both sarcastic and helpless.

Sacel gave him a most meaningful look.

Thales stood still, silently watching everything.

“Cheer up, everyone, at least… at least we’ve seen real sunlight… no more of that damned firelight…” Tardin was being forced to walk, but he still craned his neck to look in the direction of the sunrise, tears welling up in his eyes and a smile on his face.

It seemed reluctant to let go of this last bit of sunlight.

Thales watched expressionlessly as the cavalry escorted away the guard's prisoners one by one, tying the ropes in their hands to their mounts.

Finally, as Belletti was being led past him, she sighed to Thales:
"Take care, Your Highness."

"This is the best we can do for you."

"At least, you're safe."

Thales nodded bitterly, but remained silent, preoccupied with his own thoughts.

"Hey, I'm not—"

"I'm not a criminal!"

The prince turned his head and saw that the rope had also been taken away. The poor latter struggled and excitedly shouted out his Cornmus and Northern accent:

“Wyatt! Thales!”

"Um, I don't..."

"I am the prince's favorite attendant, and my father is Nu—that guy named Caso!"

But the cavalry ignored his protests and escorted him to the ranks of the prisoners.

Amidst the fierce struggle and screams, Thales tightly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them!

Baron Williams!

The prince refused a cavalryman's invitation to mount his horse for the third time, resolutely walking towards the Wings of Legend and proclaiming loudly:
"Let them go!"

Under Roman's astonished gaze, Thales gritted his teeth:
"Anyway, the prison of bones has been broken."

"If what you're worried about is your responsibility as a 'jailer' guarding the prison of bones, then..."

He raised his head:

I will take responsibility.

"In the name of the heir to the kingdom, Thales Star."

His voice attracted the attention of many people.

Roman glanced around, and the cavalrymen, who were somewhat curious about the prince, all lowered their heads and went about their work.

Legendary Wings turned around and strode forward until he stood a few inches in front of Thales, looking down at him.

“Tell me before you tell me what to do—tell me, Prince.” Roman spoke coldly, his handsome face now bearing a sharp edge.
Do I look like your father?

Thales pursed his lips and gritted his teeth inwardly.

Roman didn't wait for his answer and gave a cold snort:

"Then don't cry to me."

The Winged One crouched down, whispered in Thales' ear:

"Because I don't care at all whose son you are, or which damn kingdom you're going to inherit."

Thielston's face turned ashen!
“But you are a baron of the kingdom, stationed in the territory of the stars, and you command the royal standing army.” The prince suppressed his anger, his face flushed.

The Baron scoffed lightly:
"Very well, then I guess what you're thinking right now is, 'When I become king, I'll make you pay,' right?"

Thales clenched his fist tighter and tighter.

Don't be surprised how I know what you're thinking.

Roman sneered and whispered:

"Because...that's what all the good-for-nothings think."

After saying this, Roman straightened up and strode away in front of Thales, whose expression was grim.

The prince was left alone, trembling with anger in the wind.

Ricky walked over from the side, looked at Roman's back, then at Thales' angry expression, and understood what was going on.

But he just shook his head.

"I guess this is how we part, Your Highness."

Thales forced himself to turn to him, suppressing his anger.

Ricky smiled slightly:
"Don't forget your sins in the River of Hell; we have high hopes for your future."

Thales clenched his fist:
“Samir—he also has a brand on his face. If I remind Williams, Samir was also one of the people you rescued from the Bone Prison…”

"Do you think he might get locked up with Williams?"

Ricky was slightly taken aback by this seemingly nonsensical remark, but he quickly realized what it meant.

“Yeah, maybe,” Ricky shrugged and chuckled.
"But can you really bear to see Samir suffer like this after all these years for your royal family?"

Thales took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

Ricky gave him a questioning look, then finally raised an eyebrow and strode toward his mercenaries.

Hearing the sounds of prisoners being taken away one by one in the distance, Thales clenched his fist one last time, then released it.

“Yordle,” Thales whispered into the air with his eyes closed.
"I need you to do me a favor."

A few seconds later, a weak and hesitant voice came from the void:

"I can't kill Williams."

Thales suddenly opened his eyes!

"Do not."

"I want you to stay hidden."

A questioning voice came from the air.

But Thales simply stared intently at the backs of the guards as they were bound one by one, and whispered:
"no matter what happens."

Before Yodl could respond, Thales strode forward and caught up with Roman and Ricky:

"Hey, pretty boy!"

Williams's back stiffened.

"And you, you silly little thing!"

Ricky paused in his tracks.

Under the strange gazes of many people around them, the two turned around almost simultaneously, frowning as they looked at Thales.

But this time, Roman frowned slightly: he felt that the prince seemed a little different.

“We need to talk, the three of us, privately,” Thales strode over, waving the others away to go about their business.

"Perfect timing, I'm very hungry, it would be best if I could also have something to eat and drink."

The boy's steps were exaggerated, his tone casual, and his bossy manner made it seem as if this was his home.

Roman and Ricky exchanged a glance, both seemingly unable to process what was happening.

Thales strutted across, hands on his hips, looking at them with an arrogant air.

A few seconds later, Legendary Wings exhaled and looked at Thales as if he were a madman.

“We’re in a state of war now, we don’t have time to indulge your royal pomp,” Roman shook his head dismissively, curtly uttering the title.

"Your Highness."

Thales chuckled.

The boy, hands on his hips, pointed smugly at Roman:

"No, you're not in a hurry to go to the rescue, because everything is under control."

He turned to the side and pointed at Ricky:
"And you're not in a hurry to leave, because you're not worried."

There was another moment of silence.

The scene was somewhat awkward, seemingly ruined by the prince's terrible sense of humor.

A few seconds later, Legendary Wings no longer wanted to pay attention to Thales. He scoffed and turned to leave.

Ricky shrugged, gave a sarcastic smile, and turned to leave.

"By the way, not a bad attempt, kid."

As he watched their figures recede into the distance, Thales sighed.

Do I really have to spell it out like this?

However, the scene changed after Thales' next sentence:
"Or should I tell everyone after the war—you two are actually in cahoots?"

In that instant, Roman and Ricky's backs trembled simultaneously, and they immediately stopped!

The cavalrymen who were closer seemed to have heard something, and they looked over in this direction with suspicion.

Thales sighed.

He stepped forward, slowly approaching the two of them, while lowering his voice:
"...And the legendary Wing himself is the culprit and mastermind behind this disaster at the Baki Camp from last night to today?"

one second.

two seconds.

Finally, at the third second, Roman and Ricky, who were frozen in place, turned around at the same time.

He looked at Thales, who had raised his eyebrows.

At that moment, no words could describe the expressions on their faces.

The boy walked to a distance where he was face to face with them and stopped.

A gentle breeze carries sand as the sun rises in the east.

Roman, Ricky, and Thales—three pairs of eyes met in this atmosphere:

You look at me, I look at you, and then we both stare at him.

“Your Excellency, we need to depart—” A cavalry officer approached from a distance, reminding Roman.

But the Winged Legend turned around uncharacteristically and angrily said in an unusually fierce tone:

"Go about your business!"

The officer was so frightened that he took a step back and quickly walked away.

Many of the cavalrymen and mercenaries who were watching this area also subconsciously lowered their heads.

Roman took a deep breath, turned around and stared intently at Ricky, his tone impatient and dissatisfied:
What did you say to him?

Ricky's face flushed red and then pale, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Nothing said."

But at the same time, Thales blurted out very quickly:

"They've told me everything."

Ricky turned his head and stared at Thales with disbelief and resentment.

what?
Thales shrugged, seemingly resigned, and gave the mercenary leader a thumbs-up:

"By the way, not bad attempt, Ricky."

Roman looked grim. He glanced at Ricky, then at Thales.

Legendary Wings took a deep breath, feeling that the power in his arms had nowhere to go.

Immediately afterwards, in front of the two almost petrified adults, the dirty boy sat down cross-legged on his own.

"Now, can we talk?"

Thales straightened his chest, his face bruised and swollen, and said to the two strange-looking people in front of him:

"Then I want food and drinks."

what?
At that moment, Roman's handsome face was full of anger, his expression saying, "How dare you!"

Ricky's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

“Oh,” Thales suddenly remembered something, slapped his thigh triumphantly, turned around and pointed to the guard prisoners being escorted away, adding:

"They are the same."

(End of this chapter)