Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Apart from the faint sound of breathing, the Ballard room was quiet at the moment, and a needle could be heard.

But as the chief commander of the royal guard, Lord Adrian felt that this was one of the most tormented, tormented, and painful moments in his life.

Flame and blade shadows flickered.

The setting sun shines on the wall, bloody red.

Across the table, the Supreme King and the Duke of Xinghu faced each other silently without saying a word.

The others were all silent, waiting for this weird and fragile tranquility between fear and tension.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, King Kessel's deep and forbearing voice slowly sounded in the room:

"Why?"

Why.

The king's words were calm and slow.

But it bears an unbearable weight.

Responding to him was the young Duke's low laughter.

Thales rested his forehead on the handle of the weight-bearer's sword, let out a breath, and stopped laughing.

"Shouldn't you have expected this scene?"

"After you called me into the palace for an audience, and copied the Mindis hall backhand."

Thales raised his head, his eyes were like lightning:

"His Majesty?"

The prince's reply was very light and indifferent, but it made many people who had been tense for a long time breathe a sigh of relief.

The king stared at his son, and the blue ocean in his eyes returned to an incomprehensible depth.

He didn't think about it for long, then he snorted softly and turned his head, as if the person in the seat opposite didn't deserve his attention.

"Adrian, Mariko."

The captain of the general guard and the second vanguard officer bowed and pressed their chests together:

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty!"

King Kessel picked up the letter paper on the table,

start reading.

"The Duke of Xinghu is exhausted and mentally disturbed."

The king's understatement instantly changed everyone's color!

Even Thales frowned slightly.

"Let the royal guards escort him back to Mindis Hall to recuperate."

"Be low-key."

"The imperial meeting continues."

Mariko was pleased, and before he waved his hands eagerly, even one or two guards who were bold and resentful had already stepped forward.

Gilbert turned pale with shock:

"Your Majesty! No!"

Even Prime Minister Cullen frowned:

"Your Majesty, think twice?"

Everyone in the Mindis Hall outside the door was equally anxious, but Wyatt and Rolf who were the first to move had already been held around their necks by several swords, and Glover was pinned to the ground by several vanguard colleagues, unable to even breathe. It was enough, and D.D, who was yelling, was covered with his mouth and nose, and he could only yell "No".

The battle-tested Cohen used the black horse as a barrier to struggle back and forth, which made the royal guards flustered, but at some point, a scar-faced man from the Ballard Room appeared behind him, and he didn't know What did he say, the fierce big man was taken aback for a moment, and then he was slashed in the back of the head by the palm of the scar-faced man, and fell straight down.

The restless Jenny bared her teeth viciously, but an experienced old guard approached her with a blazing torch, and the large black horse whimpered, and immediately became obedient, wise and safe.

Thales put away his peripheral vision, knowing that he had no backup—even though they were confused when they even entered the palace.

"But Your Majesty."

As the captain of the guard, Adrian raised his hand to appease Mariko, who was about to make a move, and said tentatively:

"From here to Mindis Hall—"

"Fabio Adrian." The king focused on reading the letter without looking up.

When his full name was called, Lord Adrian immediately bowed his head and shut up.

"I'm lenient enough today."

"To whomever."

Although he was speaking to the captain of the guard, everyone present, including Gilbert, the subordinates and guards, were all terrified.

"Stop challenging my patience."

at this moment.

clang!

There was a sharp sound, everyone was startled, and they all turned their heads:

Thales lifted the hilt upside down, smashed the tip of the "Bearer" sword on the floor tiles of Ballard's room, and checked the casting quality of the ancient imperial sword.

Boom, boom, boom!

In front of everyone, Thales ignored the voices gasping for breath, and with the help of Hell River Sin, he lifted the load-bearer onto his shoulders and sighed.

Several guards closest to the boy were waiting to step forward. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but stop.

bearer.

It is indeed the family heirloom sword of the stupid big man.

Not only is it of good quality, but it is also very heavy.

Just maintaining this posture without collapsing consumes a lot of his energy.

Not to mention, it is necessary to prevent it from accidentally injuring itself with the sharp edge that is close at hand.

Just like his title.

"I always feel that this room is too monotonous."

Feeling the cold edge on his shoulder, the prince raised his head, and faced the crowd of tense people with a cheerful attitude: "Perhaps we should hang one more painting, such as..."

Thales narrowed his eyes, and his tone instantly became serious:

""The Sacrificial Son of the Ascending King"?"

At that moment, many people couldn't help but stagnate.

Thales caught a glimpse of their reaction, smiled coldly, and became more unrestrained:

"Or "The Iron Fist King Kills His Son"?"

kill son.

Everyone was startled for a moment, then looked nervously at the king.

"Stop fooling around, Your Highness!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Gilbert spoke sharply. He, who has always been polite to the prince, had a sad face and called him by his name:

"Thales!"

But Thales just gave him a smile back and remained silent.

Only the setting sun fell on his collar, reflecting bright red.

Facing the prince's response, Lord Adrian sighed helplessly and looked at the king again.

At the end of the long table, the Iron Fist King seemed to have come back to his senses, and slowly raised his eyes from the letter.

"This is the imperial meeting of the kingdom."

He glanced sideways at his son and snorted softly.

"I don't have time to listen to a wronged kid crying and screaming."

While the imperial officials looked at each other, King Kessel's tone suddenly turned cold:

"If he wants to commit suicide, let him."

follow him.

In astonishment, Thales couldn't help clenching his teeth.

"Canxing doesn't need idiots."

The Iron Fist King lowered his head and looked back at the letter:

"Or a coward."

All eyes turned back to Duke Xinghu.

The officials paid close attention to his eyes and words, while the guards stared at his movements and the edge of his sword.

Thales felt cold.

At that moment, he seemed to be back six years ago, back to Dragon Clouds City, back to the Hall of Heroes in the Palace of Heroes.

At that time, the eyes of the born king and the five grand dukes were the same as they are now, like thousands of sharp arrows, shooting at the heavy sword in his hand that was too heavy to hold.

They wait.

Waiting for him to kill himself.

Or surrender.

six years.

Nothing has changed.

Except for one thing.

Thales' eyes became firmer, and the crimes of the prison river gathered like a trickle, helping him to hold the weight bearer on his shoulders.

The sword in his hand was no longer unbearable.

"Then you must be an idiot and a coward, father?"

Thales spoke calmly, but his words were as sharp as a knife:

"Or, you don't want to be another bright star?"

"Is it?"

After the words fell, the content that insulted the king ushered in a dead silence at first, and then aroused an uproar.

The king remained motionless, only a pair of eyes radiated a cold light.

Eighteen years have passed since Kessel Canxing was crowned king after the Bloody Year.

In the era of the Iron Fist King's rule, the last time someone confronted or even insulted the Supreme King was at the State Council six years ago.

And the traitorous duke who spoke out was already in prison, and was destined to die behind bars.

Many people who were expecting the situation to calm down couldn't help but sigh in pain.

The royal guards looked dignified. They pressed their weapons and nodded to each other for the final confirmation.

"Your Highness..." Gilbert was ashamed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

But unexpectedly, the king moved slightly and put down the letter.

"oh?"

King Kessel's question sounded, stopping several guards who were about to attack from behind.

The king stared at the prince for a long, long time.

But this time, there was something more in Kessel's eyes.

"Why?"

Although there was only one word without beginning and end, Thales knew what he wanted to ask.

It's like the unique telepathy between the bright stars.

"You know why."

Thales tapped on the spine of the sword, and said calmly:

"No matter what the reason is, if the heir to the throne dies in the Fuxing Palace, your rule will suffer an unprecedented blow."

"The same goes for the stars."

heir to the throne.

He died in the Fuxing Palace.

With just a few words, all the officials in front of the imperial court frowned and thought about everything in their hearts.

King Kessel still stared at Thales, his eyes slowly enlarged.

"Forcing me to death here, father, you are tantamount to cutting your own life and digging your own grave."

"Of course." Thales shrugged, relaxed:

"If you want to commit suicide, it's up to you."

At that second, the Iron Fist King's eyes were icy cold.

But Thales did not evade, and his eyes met the king head-on:

"Anyway, Canxing doesn't need an idiot."

"Or a coward."

Thales' voice fell.

At that moment, everyone present looked at their prince in shock.

Lord Adrian pressed his forehead helplessly and painfully.

There is no more spooky father-son conversation.

The temperature in Ballard's chamber returned to its lowest point.

A few seconds later, King Kessel smiled.

sneer.

"late."

Leaning slightly forward, he emerges from the shadows, letting the setting sun paint his resolute silhouette.

"Too late."

Iron Fist King's laughter stopped abruptly:

"From the moment the heir to the throne trespassed on the palace, intending to rebel."

Hearing the word "rebellion", several ministers turned their heads in disbelief.

"The kingdom's rule has been severely damaged and cannot be recovered."

Thales' face darkened.

Gilbert covered his face in pain, the Prime Minister pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and Vicar Guy closed his eyes and prayed.

"Because of your short-sighted folly, boy."

King Kessel said lightly:

"Your threats and chips are worthless."

Thales exhaled, closed his eyes and bowed his head.

correct.

Kessel hasn't changed.

He still has this character, exactly the same as when I first met him.

He will not compromise.

Will not budge.

Will not retreat.

Only more determined, more decisive.

The sunlight faded from the prince's hair.

The bearer's sword hilt dropped to his knees.

Kessel snorted coldly and turned to the others:

"What are you waiting for?"

But in the next second, before the royal guards could react, Thales suddenly opened his eyes!

"Then why?"

"Why do you still say I'm insane?"

The words of the Duke of Star Lake resounded loudly, resounding inside and outside Ballard:

"Why are you taking me back to Mindis Hall?"

"Since it's irreversible, why didn't you just order me to be killed on the spot?"

Thales clenched the weight bearer and sat up straight again.

facing his opponent.

King Kessel snorted coldly, and also reacted quickly:

"Are you sure that I dare not?"

"Of course you dare!"

The prince responded sharply:

"You can kill me here, send the body out of the palace secretly, and then declare that Prince Thales died of a sudden illness and passed away in the Mindis Hall—just like the 'Mist King' Mindis I!"

Mist King.

"No..." Gilbert realized the worst outcome, his face turned pale.

The Iron Fist King's eyes were like knives, and he stabbed Thales straight.

But Thales stood up suddenly without waiting for the other party to reply!

"But the premise is!"

Amidst the sounds of unsheathing and shouting orders, the prince held the sword in one hand and leaned forward on the table with the other, shouting angrily:

"Everyone who witnessed the king's murder, no matter the officials or the guards, you must strictly keep your mouth shut for years, decades, or even a lifetime! Even if you don't hesitate to kill someone!"

At that moment, Viscount Coney, Lord Clapham, advisor Sodor...the imperial ministers looked at each other in disbelief.

"ah!"

Manager Qiu Ke reacted very quickly. He pressed his eyes and tremblingly said: "I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I just came to the meeting today and didn't see anything—"

But before he finished speaking, Duke Cullen showed his power like an old lion, and stopped the chief financial officer:

"Shut up, Joke!"

The chief financial officer was about to say something, but Suo Duo on the side acted resolutely, pulled him to his side, and sealed his mouth.

Lord Adrian gestured hastily, trying to appease the defense line that was almost out of control due to the sudden change of the situation.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

"only if!"

But Thales didn't care about anything else, he just stared at the king in front of him, gritted his teeth and gasped:

"You won't leak the news, repeat the bad example of ascending the king's sacrificial son, endanger the authority of the royal family, and threaten your rule."

But he obviously miscalculated.

"Ascended King? Bad example?"

King Kessel on the throne laughed angrily:

"If you can really reproduce the great achievements of Elam I, why not sacrifice a prince?"

As soon as this remark came out, the officials and guards were shocked again.

Thales frowned fiercely and gritted his teeth.

No one knew that his shoulder was already starting to feel numb from the pain of Cohen's epee.

The sin of Hell River poured into his blood vessels, relieving his pain, but tensing his nerves.

Compared to many enemies - King Nuln, King Charman, Jain, Falkenhauser, Ashida, Giza, Ugly Face, Driller - Iron Fist may not be the strongest, weirdest , the most terrible.

But he is definitely the toughest.

No threats are allowed.

Not afraid of the worst outcome.

Not hesitate to burn jade and stone together.

Compared with him, Roman Williams, with his shoulders and skulls covered, is simply the most gentle, considerate and talkative person in the world.

"His Royal Highness Thales! Your Majesty!"

Seeing that the situation was deteriorating out of control, the host of the imperial meeting, Prime Minister Cullen, had no choice but to speak softly.

"We are both Canxing, and we are father and son," the old prince sighed, and at this moment he spoke with sincerity:

"Why this?"

The same star.

Being father and son.

These words made Thales clenched his fists and looked at the sharp face of the Iron Fist King again.

But at the same time, what echoed in his ears was the desolate question of the traitor Semir under the prison of bones:

[Son kills father, or brother kills brother? 】

The son kills the father.

The Sin of Hell River began to growl, like a ferocious beast, biting the cage that locked him.

Thales looked at the Iron Fist King's neck expressionlessly.

He couldn't help thinking of the night of dragon blood, when the head of the born king fell to the ground.

The facts told him: the king's head was nothing special, just like ordinary people, it would make noise, roll and bleed when it fell to the ground.

Like a hollow, rotten watermelon.

Thales clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand again.

"Take your seat, Bob," said Kessel grimly, rebuffing the Prime Minister:

"Since it's a housework, it's useless for outsiders to talk about it."

These words were straightforward, vulgar and merciless, and the senior and respected Cullen suddenly looked ugly.

Others dare not interrupt even more.

chores.

Thales snorted lightly and tried his best to discard it.

"Yeah, like domestic violence."

Thales lowered his voice and said coldly:

"If you don't kill someone, you won't be listened to."

Perhaps because his tone was so different this time, the king paused.

On the other side, consultant Soduo thought of something and couldn't help but sigh:

"You remind me of His Royal Highness Horace, Duke of Thales."

Lord Adrian frowned, put his hands behind his back for the first time, and secretly ordered the guards.

"Horace. Horace?"

The king sneered:

"He's not far off."

The next moment, King Kessel V no longer gave him a chance:

"The farce is over, boy."

"You have ten seconds, put down your weapon," the Iron Fist King restrained his smile, and raised his hand coldly towards the royal guard:

"Or the head falls to the ground."

The sin of Hell River boiled uneasily, and the senses of hell came out naturally, allowing Thales to hear the footsteps and clothes rubbing of countless guards quietly approaching him.

lay down your weapon.

Or the head falls to the ground.

ten seconds.

all of these.

It can only be exchanged for his... ten seconds.

The crime of Hell River is turbulent and unstoppable.

Thales stared firmly into King Kessel's eyes, firmly resisting the urge to jump up and swing his sword.

He knew that King Kessel was serious.

But it's a pity.

So is he.

"I know, father."

Thales had a stern expression and cold words, just like his opponent.

"You don't bother to compromise and make concessions, and you never show weakness. You still want to resolve this matter decisively and swiftly as before."

Thales tapped the weight bearer's sword spine, and there was a gloomy metal muffled sound.

"But at the end of the day, you don't want to."

The young man forgot the different gazes of the officials, the footsteps of the guards following the king's gestures, and even the epee around his shoulders and necks. All he could see was the end of the long table, the opponent he could not choose but could only face. .

The sins of the prison river keep rolling.

"You don't want to lose the whole chess game just because of one piece."

Thales looked deeply at King Kessel, and moved the edge of the sword in his hand an inch closer to his neck.

"The whole chess game?"

Iron Fist King sneered.

"Ten seconds are up, and you're not as important as you think, kid."

"And so are you, Father!"

Unexpectedly, Thales yelled violently, put the hilt of the sword with both hands, and blocked the edge of the sword in front of his throat.

The crime of Hell River raged wildly.

"Compared to the kingdom of six hundred and eighty years and the empire of two thousand years, you and I are nothing!"

Thales' eyes were wide open, his abdomen pressed against the table, his body leaned forward to the limit, and the epee on his shoulder trembled due to lack of strength:

"Just a speck of dust."

The Sin of Prison River roared loudly, unwilling to be outraged.

King Kessel snorted and laughed, his raised palm was about to be waved down.

"Unless, father," Thales gritted his teeth, ignoring the tingling pain in his neck, only to feel that everything around him was in a trance except for those blue eyes:

"We were born for the stars."

Born for the stars.

The Iron Fist King's expression changed.

His gesture stopped in mid-air, standing still.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

"Stop! Back! Back! Back!"

Lord Adrian spoke hastily, and stopped a few royal guards who couldn't hold back and wanted to act first before His Majesty gave the order.

"That," Viscount Connie took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to smooth things over: "Why don't we—"

But then Prime Minister Cullen's big slap slapped him heavily on the shoulder!

He smashed the loyal words and admonitions of the Minister of Commerce and Trade back into his stomach.

The Duke of Donghai was expressionless, just put his index finger on his lips.

He who is used to seeing strong winds and waves knows that this is a conversation that only Canxing can participate in, and a language that only the royal family can understand.

The silent depression lasted for a long time.

Until the king's voice came faintly.

"what are you up to?"

The sound is like quicksand, and the language is like a hidden front in a sheath.

Thales took a deep breath and smiled.

At this moment, his tone was relieved and relaxed.

"A quarter of an hour."

The prince said in a trance:

"Up and down the stars, the entire kingdom, all that is needed is us alone..."

"This quarter of an hour."

Gilbert's eyes widened: between Thales' sword edge and his collar, a few drops of scarlet blood oozed out and fell onto the discussion table.

King Kessel did not answer.

His eyes were locked on the blood on the table.

One second, two seconds.

Finally, the king slowly lowered his left hand, which was about to make a move.

Instead, his right hand clasped his fingers into a fist and slammed it hard on the table!

"Everyone."

King Kessel's voice was cold and severe:

"Back off."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Only Thales let out a sharp breath when he heard the words.

Grass his.

The crime of prison river was not reconciled.

The prince took a few deep breaths, reclined back in his seat, and lowered the weight bearer between his knees.

Only then did he realize that although winter had arrived, the hilt of the sword he was holding in his palm had already been soaked in sweat.

at this moment.

"No, Mariko!"

At that moment, the crime of prison river in Thales' body suddenly woke up, roaring violently!

Oops!

Thales subconsciously wanted to raise his sword.

But he was late.

As Adrian exclaimed.

Boom!

Thales felt a flash of a figure in front of him, his jaw hurt, and his eyes were filled with stars!

boom!

There was another muffled sound, and Thales suffered severe pain in his abdomen, pulling all his resistance away from his body.

"Clang!"

Under everyone's astonished eyes, the load-bearing body fell to the ground, shaking endlessly.

Three seconds later, the dizzy Thales opened his eyes, panting in pain.

"The rebellion is over, Your Highness."

Mariko, the second vanguard officer of the royal guard, pressed him firmly to the ground, locked his arms under his armpits, and pressed his knees against his neck, making it difficult for the prince to breathe and make a sound.

"This punch is for the brothers guarding the palace gate."

Seeing the blood at the corner of the prince's mouth, the vanguard officer resentfully closed his fist and spat to the side.

"Little brat."

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