Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 486 Good-looking

Chapter 486 Good-looking
"excited?"

Nob slowly pushed away Gomez, who was trying to stop him.

"Don't get me wrong."

"Unless absolutely necessary, we would rather not deal with you, this cold-blooded, selfish, and effeminate man who is different from others."

Legendary Wings slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

But Norb snorted coldly:
"Anyway, you've made the Blade Fang camp a mess, with everyone living in fear. You've offended all the officials and nobles, whether from the central government or the Western Wilderness. You've messed up our work and made things extremely difficult. You've also stirred up the tribal balance in the desert... and this isn't the first time."

The Wings of Legend listened silently, without moving.

Thales's gaze kept shifting between Nob and the Wings of Legend, sensing that the conflict between them had a long history.

Nob paused for a moment, then slowly pointed to the smoking Baki camp, and then to the corpse of the spiked instrument.

"But this time?"

“This time is different.”

Norb's voice lowered:
Do you know how valuable a chisel is? Do you know how many things it's related to?

"Do you know how much Lord Hansen values this matter, and do you know what this mission means to us?"

"Do you know that this is a major case in the kingdom that even His Majesty personally intervened in, ordering the Secret Service to 'do its utmost'?"

Nob turned sharply, staring directly at the Wings of Legend:
"Do you know how much we sacrificed to bring this opportunity to this forgotten western wilderness?"

Legendary Wings narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Eighteen years."

At this point, Nob seemed to remember something; he paused for a moment, his breathing quickening.

“Unlike your blood-stained title, Williams.”

"My men and I were punished by the lord for a mistake during the Bloody Year. We were demoted, exiled to the Western Wilderness..."

"From then on, I was confined to this remote, desolate place, dealing with countless scumbags and criminals..."

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he seemed dazed.

"It's been a full eighteen years."

Thales' eyes flickered.

Roman remained elegant and unmoved.

Gomez, standing behind him, let out a long sigh:

“Nob…”

But Nob completely ignored him, staring only at the indifferent Winged Legend:
"Eighteen years have passed, and I've been living in a daze, with no future, no hope, and no chance of getting ahead. I can only watch day after day as my promising young men become dejected and slowly grow old. Do you understand what kind of torment this is?"

Thales listened to his words and a thought struck him.

Confused and drowsy.

There is no future in sight, no hope in sight.

Dean, Duro, the Royal Guard, the Blade of Calamity, and even that orc warchief...

And now...

It is Nob of the Secret Society.

It seems that this land has given everyone a reason to be unwilling to remain silent and to take risks.

Baki Camp, Western Wilderness, Great Desert.

What kind of place is this?

Nob pointed to the smoking camp in the distance, then looked at Thales:

"Finally, after eighteen years, with great difficulty... the prince is about to return home, the Western Wilderness is about to be reshuffled once again, and His Majesty will seize this opportunity to achieve his goals..."

He took a deep breath, seemingly trying his best to suppress himself:

"We, the forgotten, are being remembered again."

"Only then did I have the means and the reason to ask the Lord for such a chance to turn things around: to dig out the drill, to dig out the Shadow Shield, to dig out Teng and his lackeys."

Nob looked at the headless corpse:
"Do you know how important this operation is to us, who have been our only hope for over a decade, and who are far from the heart of the kingdom, far from the sight of the lords and His Majesty, and who have remained unknown and ignored?"

Nob's face was flushed and pale. He pointed at the corpse of the chisel, seemingly unable to find any other suitable words:

"Eighteen years have passed, and you just... just like that... 'dispose of' him like that?"

"They disposed of our only chance to turn things around in the last eighteen years?"

Norb gritted his teeth and said:
"This is unacceptable."

But Roman merely glanced at Norb, seemingly with interest.

"so what?"

Norb took a step forward:
"So bring them back, Williams."

Nob stared intently at the receding figure in the distance:
“If we bring back those who have been let go—whether it is the sword of calamity or someone else—we may still find some clues and salvage this defeat.”

"To make a contribution and turn the tide."

“To change...our future.”

Thales' heart sank: Nob seemed determined to bring back those who had escaped.

"What if?"

"Legendary Wings sneered."

Norbu's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved.

"Otherwise, the Wings of Legend."

He looked at Roman, his tone growing increasingly sinister:
"Don't forget, everything you have—your title, your army, your territory, everything you possess—was bestowed upon you by His Majesty and the Kingdom."

Legendary Wings frowned slightly.

Gomez, standing behind Nob, opened his eyes wide!
Norb coldly replied:
"Your royal standing army, the so-called Stardust Guard that traverses the desert, its supplies, equipment, warhorses, military supplies, personnel, including the Baki camp where it is stationed, all belong to His Majesty."

"And he can take you back at any time, turning you back into that penniless, worthless little soldier in the Western Wilderness."

Sensing something amiss, Thales suddenly realized something was wrong:
Oh no, what is he doing...?

But it was too late for him to do anything. All he could see was Norb gritting his teeth, each word ringing out:

"And do you know how to make this possible?"

In that instant, the Legendary Wings' eyes changed!
"Nob!"

Gomez interrupted his superior, took a deep breath, and prepared to stop him with all his might:

"Nob, that's enough, let's go back first..."

But the Legendary Wings spoke again:

“I said, ‘Let him talk.’”

Roman stared coldly at Gomez, the latter stiffening at the meaning in his gaze:
Is there any word you don't understand?

His words were like igniting an oil drum.

Nob's eyes turned cold, and he abruptly shook off Gomez's hand:
"Disobeying royal orders, sabotaging important missions, colluding with foreign enemies, harboring criminals, releasing wanted criminals, fostering bandits for personal gain, manipulating public opinion, colluding with others, plotting against colleagues, secretly opening the Prison of Bones, harming the bloodline of the kingdom, and endangering the interests of the stars..."

Norb recounted his story in detail, which made Thales inwardly groan.

"This is what you've done today."

His unusual behavior startled the cavalry and secret agents on the perimeter, who all cast surprised and suspicious glances at him.

But the legendary wings did not interrupt him.

His cavalry continued to maintain the stalemate.

Norb sneered:
"As for the filthy things you and your scoundrels have done over the past eighteen years: extortion, bribery, torture, abuse, looting, indiscriminate killing, seizing land for personal enrichment, lining your own pockets, and even sabotaging the battlefield to murder your noble peers..."

Nob stared intently at the Wings of Legend, and with each word he uttered, Gomez's expression changed.
"We're tired of cleaning up your messes too."

what?
These charges...

Thales became increasingly alarmed as he listened.

Norb coldly replied:
"For eighteen years, every piece of evidence and every charge we've collected has been enough to enrage the Restoration Palace against Baron Baki, to make the nobles of the Western Wilderness who have long hated you ecstatic, to make the entire kingdom despise and scorn you, and to ruin your once illustrious reputation..."

"And all of the above, along with all the filth you've done over the past few years, will be reported to the Council of Kings, His Majesty, and Lord Hansen in its entirety, without missing a single word."

A hint of madness flashed in Nob's eyes:
"Until he was under pressure from all sides and had to decide: to take everything away from you."

"From titles to the army."

"From territory to reputation."

Legendary Wings' expression turned ugly.

Thales also had a grim expression.

Not good.

Nob did exactly the same thing he had just done.

If I can do it, then Norman...

That pretty boy...

Thales stared at Roman, his face pale, watching the man's handsome face shift between light and shadow.

"Now, Your Excellency."

Norb took a deep breath, his voice lowering, as if he were instantly suppressing his anger:

"We can work together to make up for all of this."

Nob stared intently at Wings of Legend, as if he wanted to rip a piece of flesh from his handsome face.

"Or we could perish together: you lose your title, I lose my future, and we'd rot together in the Baki camp, rot in this bottomless abyss where people are devoured without leaving a trace."

He said in a low voice:
"Time is limited, the choice is yours."

After he finished speaking, the scene returned to silence.

But those present were far from at peace.

Damn.

This was Thales' only thought, his mind in turmoil.

A few seconds passed, but it felt like an eternity to Thales.

“Mr. Norb, Baron Williams, to be honest, I’m quite tired right now, all this mess…” He feigned impatience, pondering how to handle the situation.

But before he could finish speaking, Legendary Wings interrupted him again.

"It's weird."

Roman spoke softly, his words carrying a hidden meaning:
"Why does everyone think this today?"

"Do you have the right to threaten me?"

Thales' expression changed.

The legendary Wings slowly stepped forward:

“Secretary, you’ve met Morat, haven’t you?”

Norb squinted.

Thales was also slightly puzzled:
Morat?
The image of the Black Prophet appeared in his mind.

What does it have to do with him?

Legendary Wings chuckled:
"Do you know why that old man in the black robe always uses a cane?"

Norb frowned.

"Because he once said something similar to me."

Something like that?

The voice of the legendary Wings was faint and calm, barely louder than the wind.

But before Thales and Nob could react, a flash of white light appeared on the Wings of Legend!
The next second, with a muffled thud, Norb fell heavily to the ground!
"Forehead--"

What followed was a muffled groan of pain.

Gomez instinctively reached for his sword, but Roman, who had somehow acquired a spear, simply flicked it out and sent Gomez flying!
Thales was taken aback!
"but me!"

The voice of the legendary Wings suddenly rose to a high pitch!
"I was just like I am now back then..."

His eyes were like ice as he coldly walked toward Norb, who was groaning on the ground.

The next moment, before everyone's eyes, the Wings of Legend raised his leg without hesitation.

Roman coldly concluded his statement:
"Break his legs."

A crisp voice sounded.

"Ah-"

Norb clutched his right leg and screamed in agony!
Those around witnessed this scene, and the members of the Secret Service instinctively rushed over!
"grown ups!"

But Roman's men reacted just as quickly, drawing their weapons and tightening their bowstrings, forcing the Secret Service into a standstill.

Thales was stunned by this astonishing scene and couldn't understand it at all.

Why him...

Norb's screams turned into groans.

He crawled on the ground, trying to get as far away from Roman as possible, his painful groans continuing to emanate from him.

Legendary Wings snorted coldly, seemingly still not satisfied, and swung the white spear in his hand before walking towards Nob.

"Roman, no!"

Realizing what was happening, Thales quickly spoke up:
Too many people are watching!

Legendary Wings paused, and he turned around abruptly!
He stared directly at Thales.

The chilling warning inside choked the prince's remaining words.

Legendary Wings snorted coldly.

He turned and walked toward Norb on the ground, but the white spear in his hand slowly tightened, turning back into a short spear.

"Now, the secret service."

With a swift movement of its long arm, the Winged One of Legends grabbed Norb by the collar!
“I want you to tell that damn old bastard Morat everything I said and did today, including your broken leg, word for word!”

"Report the truth to that bastard king on the highest throne, the one with the surname Shining and wearing a crown!"

Thales was startled!
Old bastard, mongrel...

What he just said was...

Roman's tone was so powerful it could freeze the sand around him:
“That’s right, I not only killed your target, but also let your suspect go free.”

“I also jeopardized your interests and ruined your plans.”

Legendary Wings suddenly turned around, his short spear pointing directly at Thales!

This startled the prince.

“I even injured the people you sent to monitor me, and I threatened to kill the heir to the kingdom.”

The legendary Wings have terrifying eyes:
"And I don't care what you think."

I don't care what you think.

Thales was stunned.

Nob gritted his teeth, seemingly understanding the situation.

Legendary Wings gripped Norb tightly, saying each word carefully:
"Because this is my, Blade, Fang, Camp!"

Legendary Wings released Nob and turned around to pull the rising Gomez back to the ground!
"And as always, I don't like them!"

Roman roared, as if he were burning with rage.

The members of the Secret Service around them stirred up again!
Until one of the cavalrymen lashed out with his whip, pulling one of them back into the ranks.

Legendary Wings slowly rose to his feet, looking at Nob and Gomez on the ground, who were screaming in pain and coughing up blood:
"Next time, if they send an idiot like you again, acting like an ignorant little brat, presumptuously using the King and the Secret Service, using my Baki Camp to threaten me..."

ignorant little brat...

Using Baki's camp as leverage...

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

"Next time, if they try to take my territory again... let them play some political games of balancing power..."

Legendary Wings' eyes turned cold:
"Just wait for me to go to the Fuxing Palace to find them."

At this point, Roman suddenly turned around and glanced at Thales.

The boy felt another pang of fear and couldn't help but take a step back.

"And if they're unhappy, if they have the guts..." Legendary Wings' face was filled with murderous intent:
"Come and strip me of my title, take back my army, and seize my territory..."

"With that damn Starry Night bullshit warrant..."

"Come and kill me!"

"Legendary Wings roared."

Bullshit Star...

Thales swallowed instinctively.

Damn.

He stared blankly at the legendary Wings, whose murderous intent was surging:

he……

Really are……

Are they vassals directly under the royal family?

What gives him the right to be so arrogant and... outrageous?
Roman turned around and stared at Nob, who was panting on the ground:
"And Kessel and Morat, if they don't have the guts, if they don't dare."

At this moment, Roman exuded immense pressure; every word he uttered seemed to be slashed out of the air by a blade.
"Let them keep their cool, tuck their tails and balls in..."

"Continue to hide behind the throne and the veil..."

"Just behave and be those sons of bitches and cowards!"

Thales was utterly shocked. He stared at the murderous Roman, unable to believe his eyes.

he……

His attitude towards the Iron-Fisted King...

I just...

How did he successfully "convince" Roman?

Nob, panting, painfully held down Gomez, who was trying to get up again.

He stared, seemingly incredulous.

"Listen up, Secret Service."

Legendary Wings snorted coldly and sheathed the white spear back behind him.

"If you miss even a single word."

“One, character”.

Roman's tone was no longer cold, but the content remained sharp:
"I will personally go to the capital and retrieve Morat's remaining leg..."

"Interrupt them together."

After speaking, without waiting for a response from the people on the ground, he turned to face his subordinates:
"All troops, prepare for battle!"

"Prepare to leave!"

Amidst the thunderous roar of hundreds of cavalrymen, the Winged One of Legends mounted his horse and roared his orders:

"Take their horses away—this is the royal secret service's logistical support for us!"

Nob and Gomez's expressions changed again.

Amidst the panicked expressions of the Secret Service personnel, the cavalry charged forward without hesitation and rudely seized their mounts.

They knocked down several people who tried to resist along the way.

Thales stared wide-eyed at Roman, who was riding around on horseback, issuing orders to his men. His feelings were complicated.

"Sorry," the boy approached slowly, offering a friendly smile to the disheveled Nob.

"The Baron today... is probably..."

"Bad mood."

At this point, Thales' mood sank again.

Nob gasped in pain and leaned heavily on Gomez's shoulder.

"Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness."

“I’m just… sorry to have you witness this,” Nob said, struggling to suppress his pain as he stared at the Wings of Legend from afar.

"Even within the country, the monarchy's rule has not been without its challenges."

Thales forced a smile.

But before he could respond, he heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats behind him!
Norbu's expression changed:
"Your Highness—"

Thales instinctively turned around, only to see a flash of white light!
The next second, the prince's legs were off the ground!
They disappeared before Nob and Gomez.

Norb watched the departing prince, lost in thought.

Before anyone knew it, all the cavalrymen started moving, their hooves thundering.

Gomez watched in surprise as the horses galloped away, then turned around.

“You know Williams’ temper, Nob,” the slightly overweight man said, supporting Nob, sounding rather exasperated.
Why do this in front of him?

"why?"

Norb, who was frowning as he examined his leg injury, let out a soft hum.

"because……"

Norb hissed in pain:
"Because I wasn't in front of him."

Gomez was taken aback:
"what?"

"Then who are you even in front of...?"

Nob didn't answer him, but just squinted at Thales as he gradually disappeared from sight:

"Can you feel it, Gomez?"

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

“The wind has changed.”

Gomez looked at the desert, which remained as desolate as ever, completely bewildered.

wind direction?

Before Gomez's utter confusion, a glint of insight flashed in Nob's eyes:

"Our chance to leave here and return to the capital."

"It has truly arrived."

In the distance, Thales stared blankly as he felt the tremors beneath his buttocks.

Just now, in utter astonishment, he almost summoned the Sin of the River of Hell, until he discovered...

My gaze left the ground, and the scenery on both sides kept receding.

He was on... a horse?

And what I'm holding...

“This is—” Thales looked up.

"Don't move! Hold me tight!"

This time, upon hearing his voice, Thales instinctively stepped back!

But he was jolted by the galloping white horse and almost let go.

Fortunately, another hand came from the side in time and helped him up.

Amidst the whistling wind, the legendary Winged One, holding the reins, spoke loudly above his head:
"Why are you shaking? Haven't you ever ridden a horse before?"

Thales froze.

He suddenly realized that he was sitting sideways on the white horse, with one foot on one side and the other on the other, in a very uncomfortable position...

In the arms of the legendary Wings.

She was still holding his waist.

it is good……

awkward.

Yes, it's not like I've never ridden a horse before.

I've just never ridden one before... you.

Sitting in the other's lap, Thales recalled the legendary Wings' performance just now, struggled to steady himself, and forced a smile:

"No... I just... well, I can ride a horse myself..."

Roman didn't wait for his reply:
"I'll try to keep things calm."

The next moment, Roman slightly tightened the reins, let out a few whistles that Thales couldn't understand, and patted the white horse's neck a few times with his other hand. The white horse miraculously slowed down and became steady.

Thales could only chuckle awkwardly, lower his head, and pretend to be very interested in the Legendary Wings' attire.

Oh my god.

He and...

With a guy who just threatened to storm the Fuxing Palace...

Riding together on one horse?
and so……

Thales saw that in front of and on both sides of them were countless galloping cavalrymen, protecting the two of them on horseback in the middle, kicking up clouds of dust.

This made him even more embarrassed.

I can only think about other things.

Strangely enough, although the Legendary Wings looked murderous (and had even killed someone recently), his figure beneath his light armor and robes was rather thin.

And the smell in his arms was...

It smells nice?
The group suddenly turned around.

Feeling the endless jolting and unbearable aches and pains, Thales had to cover his mouth and nose with his hand in the face of the billowing dust.

Just then, a hand reached out in front of them.

"Face towel!" Roman shouted amidst the rolling hooves.

"dust-proof."

Thales paused for a moment before taking the face mask from Roman's hand, only to find that Roman had also covered his face.

But his amber eyes still held a sparkle.

Thales sighed and tied his face mask around his neck.

Thales took a deep breath behind the face mask and felt much better:
"You're not afraid of threats."

“You are not afraid of the secret society, nor are you afraid of the king.”

The legendary wings behind him fluttered slightly.

The white horse lurched, and Thales, disregarding his embarrassment, clung tightly to Roman's waist to maintain his balance.

But he still asked:

"Then why did you agree to my conditions just now?"

Roman did not answer.

Just when Thales thought the conversation had failed.

"Perhaps because..."

Roman immediately snorted coldly, lowered his head, and stared directly at Thales.

A complex expression appeared in his amber eyes.

Roman reached out and straightened the mask on Thales' face:
"Are you prettier?"

Thales was stunned.

A second later, feeling extremely embarrassed, Thales awkwardly tilted his head and tried to hide his face in the other person's arms.

fine……

The face mask concealed his complexion very well.

The mount beneath him jolted violently again, startling Thales into holding on even tighter.

"Where...are we going?"

This time, Roman did not answer him.

Instead, the Winged Legend straightened up, drew the white spear from behind him, and let it slowly grow longer.

"Send a signal to Felicia and Frank!"

Roman's voice suddenly rose, and he roared:
"Everyone, prepare to accelerate!"

Before Thales could react, a wave of responses came from the horses in front, behind, and to the sides:

"Hooah!"

The roar of the legendary wings soared to the heavens:
"We're going to fight our way back to camp!"

His voice seemed to possess a heart-stirring power, penetrating the rolling hooves and reaching the ears of everyone present.

Even Thales couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline.

"Hooah!"

The cavalrymen responded in unison once more, filled with eager anticipation.

Soon, the cavalry began to accelerate, and the increasingly fierce sandstorm forced Thales to close his eyes and cling tightly to Roman's arms.

Damn!

The dull thud of horses' hooves striking the sand grew louder and crisper.

Yet the voice of the legendary Wings remains clear and awe-inspiring:
"Our camp!"

As their speed increased, the cavalrymen drew their weapons and responded frantically:
"Hooah!"

Hooves, sandstorms, roars, jolts—a cacophony of sounds that made Thales' heart pound.

Is he crazy?

Taking me with you, and you're going to fight a war?
The white spear twirled in the hands of the Winged Legend, then shot straight forward:

"No matter who we encounter along the way, whether they are humans, bastards, barbarians, or even fucking bloodthorn lizards!"

"They still won't surrender and kneel down just because they see the Stardust Banner..."

The voice of the Legendary Wings grew colder in his ears, carrying an unprecedented sharpness and rage.

The next second, the legendary Wings brandished their white spear!
He roared out a phrase in the orc language that had once terrified Thales:
“Sel-ri-kai!”

The white horse leaped so fast that Thales almost let go!
He closed his eyes, struggling to hold Roman's waist, and could only hear the soldiers' fanatical and savage roars in his ears:

"Sailor! Sailor!"

“Selrikai!”

As Thales listened to the roars that rose and fell, his heartbeat and blood flowed slowly and calmly.

An unprecedented fatigue washed over me.

Ugh... I'm so tired.

"Sailor, Sailor—"

Amidst the endless turbulence and the roaring waves, Thales felt his eyelids growing heavier and his body growing lighter.

Everything around him seemed to be separated by a curtain of water, no longer stimulating his nerves.

The next second, Thales closed his eyes and loosened his grip.

He felt as if he had fallen into water.

But a strong arm holding the reins came around from the front.

Before the boy could fall off the saddle, they held him tightly.