Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 485 made me even more... excited

Oops.

His Majesty Kessel and Lord Hansen...

Kingdom Secret Service?

Thales instinctively clenched his fist and glanced at the increasingly smaller figures of the royal guards.

Perhaps it was the king's name that was so awe-inspiring, or the secret society's reputation that was so terrifying, but as the knight's voice spread, Roman's hundreds of cavalrymen, from the outer guards to the inner waiting crowd, were immediately thrown into an uproar.

The two secret service members on horseback drew closer.

No, it wasn't just two people; behind them, a dozen or so riders came rolling in.

Realizing what was happening, Thales turned pale and looked at Roman in the distance:

"Hey, Whitey—I mean, Williams!"

He shouted, his voice filled with anxiety:
"Perhaps I can use my status to stall..."

But Roman reacted even faster than him!

"Why panic!"

Legend has it that the Winged One rode on his white horse, his earrings swaying, exuding heroic spirit.

As he spurred his horse forward, he roared orders at his subordinates, trying to quell their unease:
"Do what you're supposed to do!"

Roman slowly approached and glanced at Thales.

Thales was startled: at this moment, the Winged Legend was exuding an ominous aura, his expression was gloomy, as if thunder was about to strike.

"the same as you."

He spoke coldly on his white horse.

The boy nodded subconsciously.

Roman then raised his head and looked at the dozen or so knights who were getting closer and closer.

A dozen seconds later, a dozen or so members of the secret service on horseback finally galloped up to Thales and skillfully dismounted:

The man holding the scroll looked slightly chubby and had a rather cheerful appearance from a distance. He was wearing the thin clothes and headscarf commonly seen in the Western Wilderness and was panting heavily.
The second man following behind had a piercing gaze and a rugged face, moving with composure on horseback. But for some reason, Thales felt that his upper lip and left chin were slightly red, as if he had been smeared with some kind of lip gloss or paint.

The knights behind them all had different appearances, but they were all dressed in different clothes: merchants, mercenaries, farmers, and shepherds, each with their own distinct style.

This is……

Secret Service?

Thales was on guard.

The slightly overweight man took the lead, laboriously stepping on the sand, trying to hold the scroll in his hand higher.

"This is Lord Hansen's appointment warrant, and it bears His Majesty's confirmation signature..."

His Western Wilderness accent was heavy, while the composed and rugged man behind him carefully examined the boy behind the Wings of Legend.

Thales stared at the warrant, supposedly from the Black Prophet, with a headache, hoping the former royal guards would run faster.

After all, neither they nor Quick Rope were the kind of beings that should be in the Secret Science's sights.

As for here...

Hopefully, the gigolo and he can drag this out a little longer.

Roman gave a light hum, deftly and gracefully dismounted, and casually took the scroll from the fat man's hand.

"So, who the hell are you?"

Compared to his handsome appearance, Roman's tone was cold and his words were vulgar.

There was absolutely no intention to exchange pleasantries.

The burly man and the slightly overweight man were both taken aback, and the secret agents behind them also had different expressions.

“Williams…”

The slightly overweight man seemed to be suppressing his impatience. After saying his name, he seemed to remember something and then added a title:

“Baron, sir.”

Roman glanced at him sideways.

“I am one of the Secret Service’s agents stationed in the Western Wilderness. You can call me Gomez.”

Slightly overweight Gomez steadied his breathing, gritted his teeth, and gestured to the burly man behind him:

“We met a few times when this operation was being planned, you may not remember, but this is my superior…”

But Roman's next move stunned everyone, including Thales.

The Winged One of Legends calmly pulled open the secret command, but didn't even look at it, instead nonchalantly...

Tear it in two.

Gomez and his superiors, including a dozen or so from the secret service, frowned deeply.

Thales raised his eyebrows, lowered his head slightly, and had a bad feeling.

“I know who you are.”

The Winged Legend's gaze was icy. In front of everyone in the Secret Department, he continued tearing the scroll into smaller pieces with complete nonchalance, while coldly saying:

"I mean……"

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

The two leaders of the secret service froze.

Legendary Wings tore at the document four or five times until the Secret Service's warrant was reduced to countless pieces of paper, which he then scattered with a cold laugh.

"You came all this way... to order me around?"

The fragments of the warrant were scattered and returned to the earth along with the sand and gravel.

Damn it.

Thales stared at the pieces of paper scattered on the floor, his feelings a mix of emotions.

So arrogant?

Legendary Wings looked at the Secret Service personnel with disdain, his eyes carrying a dangerous glint.

The members of the Secret Service stared at the scraps of paper scattered on the ground, their eyes filled with hostility as they looked at Roman.

"His Majesty's signature is also on it..."

Gomez's breathing quickened as he watched the other man's disrespectful behavior. He clenched his fists, his cheeks trembling with anger.

But just as Gomez was about to explode, his superior grabbed his shoulder from behind.

"I believe this is Prince Thales?"

Thales' eyes flickered when his name was called.

The rugged-looking man was half a head taller than Gomez, and had a scimitar commonly seen in the desert hanging at his waist. He pulled Gomez back a step, stepped forward himself, and bowed.

The secret police officers behind him, including Gomez, all bowed in unison.

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Nobu, the highest-ranking official of the Kingdom's Secret Service in the Western Wilderness."

Norb's voice was slightly rough, and although it had some Western Wilderness accent, Thales understood it clearly and could tell from the language and habits that the other party seemed to be from the Central Territory.

Thales took a deep breath.

Damn.

Secret department, secret department, it's secret department again.

Moreover, he was the highest-ranking official in the Western Wilderness...

"Um, hello?"

Thales straightened his back and head, awkwardly tugging at the lacerations on his body, turning the bruises on his face away from the light, trying his best to maintain the dignity of a prince.

Nob, who appeared noticeably more composed than Gomez, raised his head and spoke respectfully:
"Your Highness, welcome back home. It seems my colleagues' rescue operation in the north was very successful."

very successful.

Thales rolled his eyes inwardly.

The man named Norb had sharp eyes:
"But for the sake of the kingdom, I still have a few small questions..."

A small problem...

Oops.

What will he ask?
Behind the sand dunes, those escaped prisoners from the Bone Prison?
But just as Thales was racking his brains about how to deal with the Secret People in front of him so that they would ignore the figures slowly walking away in the distance, Roman grabbed him.

"Kid, go to the back."

Legendary Wings interrupted Nob rudely.

"Let the adults speak."

This caused the expressions of the two secret agents to change once again.

In the past, Thales might have been annoyed by Roman's tone, but this time, he was genuinely grateful that Roman's interruption had saved him.

Thales feigned a sickly expression, as if he had just escaped a great ordeal, and took a few steps back as if to save face.

Let Roman face off against Nob of the Secret Society.

Nob's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he still bowed politely:
"Lord Williams, thank you for your hard work in bringing the prince back, which has once again rendered a service to the kingdom."

Unfortunately, his politeness probably met with resistance.

"Speak your mind," Legendary Wings hummed.

"Let the fart go."

Norb's expression froze.

Gomez, standing behind him, frowned in anger.

But at that moment, whether he saw the departing figures of the royal guards or the Swords of Calamity, Gomez's expression changed drastically. Pointing to a group of people retreating on foot in the distance, he gave an order to the people behind him:

"No, Nob, those people are running away!"

"Go stop them first..."

The secret service personnel were clearly well-trained; before Gomez could finish speaking, they all pulled on their reins, mounted their horses, and prepared to intercept the departing group.

Thales was startled.

Damn!

Whether it's the royal guard or the Sword of Calamity that's discovered...

We need to stop them first.

But just as he was about to step forward and use his identity to buy time, the Wings of Legend suddenly waved his hand!

"Thump, thump..."

The next second, the sound of countless hooves striking the sand rang out!

Nob and Gomez's expressions changed, and they instinctively turned around!

Roman's hundreds of cavalrymen surged forward like a tidal wave!

Within seconds, the fierce-looking cavalrymen formed a loose yet formidable circular formation, galloping back and forth, surrounding the Secret Service personnel at a distance of several dozen feet, their swords drawn and bows nocked.

The air is thick with murderous intent.

"Thump, thump..."

The horses' hooves thundered, raising clouds of dust. The members of the secret service were filled with surprise and doubt, instinctively gripping their weapons tightly.

"baron?"

Norb looked at Roman in disbelief.

The latter snorted coldly.

"Here, the only one with the authority to command," Legendary Wings lowered his hand, coldly looking at the people before him:
"just me."

"do you understand?"

Gomez was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth:

"No, what you're doing is..."

But Nob again grabbed Gomez and pressed him down, bending his head down:
"Sir, we have no intention of offending you, much less interfering with your command."

“It’s just about tonight’s joint operation,” Nob said, his tone humble, as if he had realized something.

"The Kingdom's Secret Service has a few questions to ask you."

Roman glanced at him briefly, then turned to the smoking camp in the distance:
"question?"

"So, you want to interrogate me?" he said softly.

Norb managed a weak smile:
"No, it's just a discussion."

Seemingly fearing the other party wouldn't believe him, Nob immediately turned back and instructed his men:
"Everyone, dismount and stand back."

Amidst the hesitant and nervous glances of his subordinates in the Secret Service, Nob smiled and said:

“We just need some space and time to speak with the Baron in private.”

Apart from Gomez, the members of the Secret Service exchanged glances, and finally dismounted, took the reins, and retreated to a safe distance.

The cavalry of the Legendary Wings immediately changed formation, sending out dozens of riders to approach closely, almost like surveillance, waiting for them to lead their horses to a distance.

Norb turned to look at Roman, his eyes serious.

As if waiting for something.

Legendary Wings snorted, then raised his right arm and made a gesture.

"Thump, thump..."

The sound of horses' hooves changed drastically once again.

The cavalry surrounding the group then sheathed their swords and unbowed their bows at the commander's order and slowly retreated.

As the sandstorm subsided, the open space returned to calm.

The tense atmosphere also relaxed.

"Damn it, those people, damn it..."

Helpless and frustrated, Gomez watched the mercenaries and royal guards disappear into the distance and slapped his thigh hard.

Thales also breathed a sigh of relief without realizing it.

Seeing that the conflict had subsided, Norb, who appeared calm, nodded.

“Baron, as originally planned, we were to ‘consolidate’ the loyalty and obedience of the Western Wilderness nobles through our unfortunate demise at the Baki Camp.”

"By the way, we will take advantage of the illusion that the camp is empty and there is an opportunity to take advantage of it, lure and incite the villains who are entrenched here, wipe them out in one fell swoop, and clean up the western front."

Norb stared at Roman calmly, his gaze intense.

"Of course, you are the key person and commander of the operation, while the secret service will assist you from the side."

As he listened to their conversation, Thales subconsciously tugged at his package.

really.

But Roman just squinted and responded with a nasal tone, completely unconcerned:
"uh-huh."

He remained calm and composed, with an imposing posture.

Clearly, the arrogance of the Legendary Wings displeased the slightly overweight Gomez, but Nob remained unfazed and continued:

"But we lay in ambush for half the night, and apart from a few unimportant pawns, we only caught a northern nobleman at the entrance of the Bone Prison who insisted that he had met His Majesty Kessel and could obtain diplomatic immunity."

His tone was unwilling.

Thales frowned:
That's Russell.

It represents...King Chaman.

"And there's also a tavern owner with close ties, a mercenary broker. Of course, Baron, we believe that after dealing with Tampa, the long-established and deeply entrenched mercenaries in the camp will be much more docile, and your rule will be more stable and smooth."

As Nob spoke, he observed the expression on Legendary Wing's face, carefully choosing his words as if afraid of disturbing something.

Tavern owner.

Thales felt another wave of worry:
Tampa has a close relationship with fast ropes, what if he accidentally reveals something...?

Roman responded with only a faint nasal sound: "Hmm."

It's just like those portraits on the canvas, full of posture yet still.

Norb frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure.

This time, he spoke earnestly and cautiously:
"But we didn't catch the 'sharp'."

A chisel.

Thales clenched his fist.

“He is a key target we have been tracking recently, and he may possess a significant portion of Shadow Shield, including their deployments in Starfront and Exter.”

"And secrets about other high-ranking members of the Shadow Shield."

Nob looked very serious, with resentment in his eyes.

"And we never saw that group of mysterious mercenaries who betrayed the Tower of the End, hired by you, sir."

As Nob spoke, he looked suspiciously at the mercenaries carrying knives and swords who were about to disappear from sight in the distance.

"According to the plan, because the Sword of Calamity has a large number of members and formidable combat power, they must be captured immediately when the net is closed."

"And their value is in no way less than that of the Shadow."

Norb stared intently at Roman, as if waiting for him to make a reaction.

But Legendary Wings simply continued to stare at the smoking camp without replying.

Gomez couldn't take it anymore and spoke up, picking up where his superior left off:
"Listen, neither of our two main targets has appeared! And you haven't even carried out the agreed-upon plans, so there's only one possibility—"

But he didn't finish speaking.

"I'm guessing!"

Once again, Nob interrupted Gomez, giving his subordinate a stern look that warned him:
"It must be that you, Baron, encountered an unexpected emergency that you couldn't notify us of in time, so you had no choice but to change the operation plan?"

The legendary wings remained motionless.

But Nob's eyes shone brightly as he glanced at Thales:
"Did you open the secret exit, which is only used in emergencies, for some reason—such as to save the prince?"

"So that the target unexpectedly escaped our trap?"

He seemed to be interrogating me about something.

A net.

Thales remembered: whether it was Ricky or Samir, after the Blades of Calamity went down into the dungeon, their attitude was always the same, whether they were facing the Shadow Shield or them: "Don't go back to the surface."

He understood something.

This time, the Wings of Legend finally responded.

"So after you finished closing the net and left the camp, you chased them all the way here."

He turned his head and glanced at the solemn Nob and the indignant Gomez.

"Not too stupid."

Nob exhaled through his nose, seemingly suppressing a wave of emotion:
"Alright, forget about the Sword of Calamity..."

"But the spike of the Shadow Shield, I suppose it's in your hands?"

Roman suddenly chuckled, like sunlight breaking through an iceberg.

"don’t worry."

"I've taken care of him."

Norb's eyes narrowed:
"'deal with'?"

Legendary Wings turned around and tapped the massive skull on his left shoulder, causing the delicate earring on his left ear to sway gently with his movement.
“I happened to discover that your spike was the mastermind behind the assassination of Prince Hyman and the poisoning of the Blade Fang camp during the Bloody Year.”

"So I gave him... the punishment he deserved."

Thales and Nob moved at the same time.

"punish?"

Nob frowned and exchanged a glance with Gomez.

Legendary Wings turned to the side and gestured towards a clearing in the distance:
"If you want his body—at least most of it—go ahead."

Nob and Gomez looked in the direction they were looking and saw a headless male corpse half-buried in the yellow sand in the open space.

"As for the rest—sorry, I'll keep it for myself."

Even though Thales had seen many dead bodies, the skeleton "processed" by Roman was simply too imaginative:

The area above his shoulders was a mess, covered in an unknown red and white liquid and cut-off soft tissue (such as eyeballs), making him look less than human and giving him the urge to vomit.

The moment they saw the target's corpse, Nobu and Gomez turned pale instantly, and Nobu even swayed!
No.

“That’s…that’s really…” This was an unbelievable statement from Gomez.

"He's dead?" Nob gritted his teeth, his emotions no less intense than Gomez's.

Legendary Wings snorted coldly and turned around:
"When you get back, tell your father, and tell Kessel: You've taken your revenge. You're welcome."

Thales rubbed his nose and looked away.

The two secret agents were breathing heavily, automatically ignoring the other's words about calling the king by his name, and just staring blankly at the corpse of the man with the chisel.

For several whole seconds.

Their unwilling expressions even made Thales feel sorry for them.

A sandstorm swept in, and the morning light spread across the land.

But the two secret agents turned around with ashen faces, as if their mothers had died.

"I see……"

Thales could tell that Nob was suppressing his displeasure and anger:
"So, sir, what about those sword dealers, those you hired to do the dirty work? Were they also 'dealt with'?"

Legendary Wings glanced at Thales with a sarcastic look.

“They have the prince in their hands, so yes, I have no choice but to let them go.”

Thales had no choice but to cooperate with Roman, giving the suspicious Norb a quick, silly grin.

"prince……"

"Let them go?"

Norb clenched his fists, feeling resentful.

But Gomez, who was behind him, couldn't help but shout out:

"Impossible, you clearly have overwhelming military strength..."

But Nob once again pinned Gomez down very quickly.

Gomez angrily shut his mouth, but made no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes.

"Your Excellency!"

Norb forced out the words through his teeth with difficulty:
“I know His Majesty trusts you, and I also know that he has given you a great deal of autonomy in this operation…”

"But regarding this... imperfect arrest operation."

Nob stared intently at the corpse of the chisel, as if in immense pain:

"I think both the Royal Secret Service and Lord Hansen probably need an explanation from you."

In that instant, Thales felt as if the temperature around him had dropped slightly.

"explain?"

The legendary Wings raised its head, its expression dangerous.

"for example?"

Nob, holding down the furious Gomez, panted, and said:
"My lord, both the Shadow Shield and the Blade of Calamity are of great value and of great importance. Some of them are even related to plans and operations that our secret service has been carrying out for months, years, or even longer."

"You shouldn't arbitrarily 'handle' them; instead, you should control them and let us handle it!"

"This is the true act of loyalty to the kingdom and to His Majesty!"

Norb finished speaking.

The legendary wings remained motionless.

Gomez clenched his fist tightly.

“Of course, now that the drill bit is dead, there’s no going back,” Nob said, his voice growing anxious as he saw the other man remain unmoved. He pointed into the distance.
"But I can see that the sword of calamity is still in sight."

Thales exhaled:

If Ricky and his men fall into the hands of the Secret Service, then Samir, including the Royal Guard who have dealt with them...

Norb gritted his teeth, his tone softening:

"And as far as I know, your Stardust Guard is the elite of the light cavalry, unmatched in their ability to infiltrate and pursue, and unparalleled in their charges across the desert..."

Norb said anxiously and earnestly:
“Your Excellency, if we can stop them, we still have a chance… to make amends.”

The Wings of Legend raised their heads and looked in the direction where the Swords of Calamity had disappeared.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Those few seconds were incredibly tense for Thales.

Finally, Roman turned around, lifted his foot, and slowly walked forward.

“Tell me, kid.”

His gaze toward Norb grew even sharper:
Are you teaching me?

Norb was taken aback.

“Teach me how to do my job?” Roman said arrogantly.

Teach me.

Norb realized what was happening, and his face turned deathly pale.

The next second, he took a deep breath:
"Of course not, I just..."

Roman snorted and interrupted him:

"That's good."

He said, word by word:
"And now I'm telling you: Let them go."

Norb froze, his clenched fists beginning to tremble.

It seemed as if it was enduring something.

Gomez also bit his lower lip hard.

Legendary Wings turned their gaze to the distant Baki camp, which had been in chaos for so long:

"Just do as I say."

He turned around, leaving the two trembling secret service members behind him.

But in the next moment, just when Thales thought it was all over...

"Roman Williams!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Upon hearing his full name, Roman froze slightly.

He turned around slowly, his posture upright.

But surprisingly, this time, it wasn't the indignant, slightly overweight Gomez who spoke up.

Rather, it was his boss.

That calm, composed, humble, and polite Norb.

"Are you sure you want to just let them go?"

Norb stared wide-eyed, his face grim.

Gomez, who was behind him, was startled.

Legendary Wings frowned, as if he had seen something strange:

Are you deaf, or are you stupid?

Norb closed his eyes and took three deep breaths.

"No, I just..."

Gomez, who was behind him, seemed to realize something and pressed down on his shoulder:

“Nob, you…”

The next second, Nob suddenly opened his eyes!

"I've just had enough!"

Thales discovered that the previously composed head of the Secret Corsi Wasteland—Nob—was gone.

Instead, there was an angry man, trembling all over and gritting his teeth:
"Legendary Wings, the three commanders of the stars?"

Do you really deserve it?

"Just because you like killing, you like bloodshed, and you like carving human skulls into ornaments?"

Thales frowned upon hearing this.

The Winged One seemed taken aback by these words. He paused for a second before slowly speaking:
"Oh."

Legendary Wings seemed to be pondering this sentence:

"What do you mean?"

Norb stepped forward, staring intently at the strikingly handsome Roman, his expression resolute:

"I mean."

"Since the year of bloodshed, I have been in the Western Wilderness for more than ten years."

"Roman Williams, you sissy..."

"Besides taking advantage of His Majesty's leniency and oversight, he acted willfully and arrogantly in the Baki camp, seizing territory for himself, disregarding orders, and being domineering and tyrannical..."

Norb's eyes seemed to be blazing with fury:

"Has he done anything good before?"

Upon hearing this, everyone else present was taken aback.

Doing things my own way, being domineering and autocratic...

Ceding territory and establishing their own independent regimes, disregarding orders...

Arrogant and domineering...

Damn it.

This series of descriptions—or accusations—opened Thales' eyes.

Suppressing his shock, he frowned as he looked at the motionless Winged Legend, recalling his impression of him.

Hmm, it seems...

There's nothing seriously wrong with it?
Gomez, who was behind Nob, seemed terrified by his boss. He grabbed Nob from behind and tried to pull him backward.

"Nob, you're crazy, stop talking..."

But the Winged One of Legends waved his hand to stop him, a rare interest flashing in his eyes:
"No, no, no, let him talk."

Roman stared intently at Nob, whose face was contorted with rage, as he slowly walked back.
"I like to hear different opinions."

"They are beneficial."

"Make me more..."

Legendary Wings licked his lips, which, combined with his handsome face, made him appear even more mysterious and refined.

"excited."

In that instant, Thales sensed something ominous in the air.

(End of this chapter)