Kingdom’s Bloodline

"It's coming soon." In the back kitchen of the Hero Tavern, Kaslan sighed, and carefully looked at the man and woman in front of him: "So you are the most outstanding seeds in the tower in recent sessions, the ones who came to help ?”

Korn Karabyan had long since shed his constable's uniform for a thick Northland leather robe to keep him warm, but his blond hair still shone brightly.

Miranda Arend was wearing snow boots, wearing a dark half body armor, and her shoulder-length black hair was tied into a ponytail and thrown behind her head. It was not at all a young lady from the Arend family.

Having experienced the rigorous training and trials of the Tower of End, they all know how to better camouflage and hide themselves... Surviving in the wild is always a required course for End Swordsmen and End Knights.

But their disguise seems to have failed in front of the old tavern man.

"I don't understand." The white-haired old man Kaslan frowned tightly: "This is not a trial game... Shao sent two little nobles here? My young master and miss?"

Cohen's expression froze.

Where is the stuffing exposed?

He lowered his head and looked at his outfit all over his body.

"Don't look, it's you, silly boy," Kaslan said coldly to his younger generation, "Your stance and pace."

Cohen turned to Miranda in amazement, who frowned and looked back at Cohen.

"I can smell the smell of a battlefield officer from you from six kilometers away." Kaslan shook his head: "Look at your frightened rabbit, ready to jump up and bite at any time. You must have come back from the Western Wilderness Front."

Cohen looked at the old man in surprise.

How can it be?

It's just a normal precaution.

According to Jedi's suggestion, he has obviously adjusted well, and the symptoms of "battlefield withdrawal" are almost invisible.

Unless... Cohen looked at the old man solemnly: he was once his own kind.

Animals that live on the battlefield.

And it's a very scary kind - Cohen couldn't help feeling chills when he thought of the indifferent eyes of some members of the Death Squad in the desert.

Cohen looked at the old man in front of him and gave Miranda a wink, but unfortunately the old manager ignored him. In desperation, Cohen had no choice but to smile and said: "Mr. Kaslan, Master Shao will pursue the disaster. The mission of the sword is entrusted to us..."

But his words were cut short by Kaslan roughly.

"And you, little girl, are professionally dressed as a mercenary, and you should be able to pass through places like Allenbia." Kaslan ignored Cohen, and continued to look at Miranda, speaking bluntly: "But you know, There are not many mercenaries in the Northland, the people here are tough and aggressive, and many things can be handled by the men of the family with a sword, and mercenaries have no business here... Your dress will be very abrupt."

Miranda's expression changed.

"And your temperament... Only a fool would fail to recognize you as a nobleman, Miss Arend."

"Forget it though," Caslan sighed, "At least he's much better than many young nobles, Miss Arend."

Hearing this, Miranda opened her mouth wide in surprise.

how come……

my identity.

How did he see it?

Obviously when I entered the border, I didn't leave any white eagle logo on my body.

"I said," I saw the old man sitting on the seat put his hands on his knees, raised his brows, and looked suspicious: "Do you really know what kind of existence you are facing?"

"The descendants of the two dukes and earls, as well as the people of Arend," Kaslan said with a look of disgust, "Young master and lady of the great noble family..."

"You guys write a letter back immediately, and ask Shao to send some more people... It's best to have an extreme master..."

Cohn frowned.

Oops.

The connector is not happy seeing us?

What to do?

At this moment, the lady of the Arund family suddenly took a step forward and stared at Kaslan angrily.

"Listen, old man," said Miss Miranda Arend grimly, "you do your job,

And we do our job - that's the ideal situation, as far as our ability to..."

"We know what danger we're facing, and we're not some spoiled young lady," Miranda said with a serious face, "Cohen is my contemporary, the awakener of the glory of the stars, and I understand him."

"He has spent many years on the front line of the Western Wilderness. Whether it is a battle or a war, he knows it very well. He is an excellent soldier and officer. On the battlefield, his role will not be better than that of someone who has not touched an old bone for decades. The extreme masters are worse." Miss Arend said lightly.

Cohen looked at Miranda in surprise, looking at his unyielding contemporary.

God.

When was the last time she praised herself?

Is it true that after a woman breaks up in love, her temper really improves?

Kaslan showed an interesting expression, looking at the little girl in front of him.

Haven't touched an old bone in decades?

interesting.

Really energetic.

If I were thirty years younger...

"And I served under the Fortress Flower, leading the army of the stars, in Cold Castle, in the Lonely Tower, in the Overwatch City, back and forth between the borders of the two countries countless times, and fought countless times with the people of the Lumbard family," Miranda said. He stared sharply at Kaslan: "I know how to fight, old man."

"We're not those inexperienced rookies."

"Of course, maybe judging from your old-fashioned concept, only extreme masters like Mr. Shatier and Master Jedi can deal with such a situation."

"However, Mr. Caslan, anyone can dislike our experience and ability because we are the young master and lady of a noble family, but you are the only one who is not qualified to say that."

Kaslan narrowed his eyes.

"This is the first time I've heard your name, Mr. Kaslan." Miranda slowly put the sword on his waist: "It's not because of your reputation of 'shaking the earth', but because of your surname, Kaslan. Rumba."

Kaslan frowned.

"Yes, every member of the Arund family—must be well aware of the situation of the sworn enemy's family." The female swordsman said calmly and slowly.

"So?" Kaslan narrowed his eyes again.

Miranda stared at Kaslan in front of him: "So, if you have any objections to the surname Arend because you are a member of the Lombard family, you can speak up."

Miranda narrowed her pupils, stared at every flaw in the old man's body, clenched the hilt of the sword, and said in a cold tone, "We use the sword to resolve differences, old man."

Caslan looked at Miranda's sword and smiled disdainfully.

"Of course, or are you just provocative and want to see our strength for yourself?" Miranda said with deep meaning.

"If it is, then let's start quickly, finish quickly, and continue our mission instead of talking nonsense with a bad old man here."

Caslan looked at Miranda, his smile disappeared, and he returned with a deadpan indifference.

Seeing the conflict that was about to erupt in front of him, Cohen scratched his head anxiously: "Uh, that, Miranda... Should we..."

at this moment.

"ha!"

Kaslan laughed angrily and interrupted Cohen again.

Kaslan slapped the table and stood up abruptly from his seat.

Even though he was in his sixties, his height of nearly seven feet, coupled with his muscles that seemed to have not regressed, still seemed full of oppression.

But Miranda's sharp eyes remained unchanged, she just bent slightly and adjusted the angle of her shot.

"Interesting, little girl," Caslan burst out laughing, "You look like a little leopard when you're angry!"

"Okay, that's the end of the trial!"

Miranda gritted her teeth.

stop here?

This old man...

"Little Croesch is right." Caslan's eyes were sharp, he showed his yellow teeth, and he said slowly: "Miranda's observation skills are excellent, she is resolute and decisive in situations, and she doesn't procrastinate. She is just too proud. point."

Miranda froze.

Croythe...

"Ah!" Cohen thumped his palms excitedly: "It turns out that Uncle, you know Croysh...then what did she say about me?"

"You..."

"Well, she said..." Kaslan didn't care that Cohen's address changed from "Sir" to "Uncle". He recalled it, turned his head, and showed a strange expression: "Cohen Karabyan is not a bad person, But a dull fool, that's all."

Cohen froze for a moment, then stroked his hair awkwardly and laughed.

I wailed infinitely from the bottom of my heart.

My image...is it so bad?

Kaslan looked at Cohen and smiled.

"Boy..."

"You know, my mother-in-law used to call me—a dull fool!"

Cohen was stunned for three seconds.

"Come on, kid!" Kaslan laughed, and slapped Cohen on the shoulder.

Seeing the latter's unshakable figure, Kaslan secretly applauded.

"That's enough," Miranda interrupted them with a frown, "Can we get down to business now?"

Cohen shrugged resignedly, indicating to Kaslan that she was just like that.

"Hey," Kaslan stopped smiling, and his face changed: "Listen, I know why you were sent to deal with the sword of disaster."

"You, kid, you were sent here for a reason, Shao told me," Caslan looked at Cohen seriously, "You have encountered the sword of disaster, right?"

Cohen froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

He looks down.

"It's in the capital of the stars." Cohen said lightly: "They are related to the Blood Bottle Gang."

As for the sword of disaster encountered in another place—Cohen remembered the reunion in the Hall of Stars, gritted his teeth, and stopped talking.

not the right time yet.

"You didn't tell me that, Cohen." Miranda frowned, looking at her contemporaries.

Cohen frowned, gritted his teeth lightly, and did not answer.

Not that I don't want to tell you.

But... if you want to talk about the sword of disaster.

That Raphael he...

Cohen's expression remained unchanged, his fists clenched slightly

"And you, little girl," Kaslan turned his head to look at Miranda: "You weren't pulled into the Cleaners for no reason, were you?"

Cohen's face changed, he raised his head and looked at the female swordsman, who was similar to him in background, similar experience, and had known him for many years.

Miranda gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Kaslan didn't speak either, just quietly waiting for her answer.

After a while, Miranda spoke with difficulty.

"This is about my father, the Warden of the North... the former Duke of the Warden of the North, Val Arend." At this point, the voice of the young lady of the Arend family paused.

Cohen looked at her worriedly.

That... treasonable duke?

But in Kaslan's eyes, this neatly dressed little girl gritted her teeth despite her unsteady voice, and said slowly, "Just in the last four or five years, I found that he talked to some Strange swordsmen from the north are in contact... and their finishing powers are strange..."

Miranda raised her head, with a serious expression on her face: "I told Shatier about this."

Cohen looked surprised.

"Look, that's why you are here... You have all been in contact with the Sword of Disaster, and even fought directly, and know their characteristics." Kaslan said slowly: "So you have been included in the purger."

Hearing the familiar words, Cohen looked serious.

"Uncle, do you know the Cleaners?" he asked.

"Know?" Caslan laughed uncontrollably.

Cohen looked at him strangely.

"A long time ago," Kaslan's face slowly turned cold, "Shao and I formed the Purifiers."

Cohn's eyes widened, and Miranda stared at the old man in surprise.

"Listen, the Purifiers existed a long time ago," the old man said slowly, "just as the sword of disasters also began to move a long time ago."

"A long time ago?" Cohen repeated solemnly, thinking of the records of the Vial Gang and the Sword of Disaster in the past hundred years.

"A long time ago," Kaslan nodded solemnly: "We—two young people who are crazy about swordsmanship and curious about the power of the end, tried to find out the truth about the sword of disaster, and finally eradicate their threat."

"At that time, we were about the same age as you, and we were far from the extreme. We were impulsive and active, regardless of the consequences." Kaslan said lightly.

"Shao and I have made a lot of efforts... all kinds of things, but the results are always ineffective, and the sword of disaster was much more low-key and hidden than it is now-in many cases, we couldn't find out for several years Their tracks." Kaslan had a nostalgic expression on his face.

"Later, I joined the White Blade Guard. As for Shao...he became the inheritor." Kaslan said slowly: "The Purifier stopped."

"Until one day, Shao informed me that he was going to reconvene the Purifiers."

"Why?" Cohen wondered: "Why do you want to reconvene?"

Kaslan looked at him with some deep meaning.

"Because twelve years ago, they—the swords of disaster resumed their activities," Kaslan said with oppressive dignity: "And they are more active and deadly than before."

Cohen froze.

twelve years ago...

Isn't that...

Miranda clenched her back molars tightly, also shocked by this fact.

But the little girl was more pale.

It's like remembering something unbearable from the past.

"Come with me," Kaslan stood up, "I'll take you to Croaish, and I have clues about the Sword of Disaster."

The old man turned around and led them away.

"The matter this time involves more deeply, not only the sword of disaster and the tower of the end, but also your prince of the stars." Kaslan pushed open a door and led the way, walking and talking.

"Wait, what did you say?" Cohen said in surprise: "You mean, the second prince who was sent to Exeter, Thales Canxing?"

Miranda frowned.

"Yeah," said Kaslan with a smile: "That's an interesting kid, who just rested here not long ago."

"The heir of the stars... what happened between him and the sword of disaster?" Cohen asked solemnly.

"Didn't Shao and the others tell you?" Kaslan turned around strangely.

Cohen shook his head, while Miranda remembered something, and his expression changed.

Just listen to Caslan slowly say:

"The sword of disaster is trying to assassinate your Highness."

At that moment, both Cohen and Miranda were stunned.

After a few seconds.

"Sword of Disaster?" Cohen hurriedly asked: "Why? Why did they assassinate the prince and heir of the stars? I thought their target was only us, just the Tower of the End..."

"Listen, you don't understand the sword of disaster, and neither do I," Kaslan's tone changed, he stopped and turned around, "but based on my experience in the early years..."

Kaslan showed a dignified look: "Their goal is definitely not to defeat the Tower of Terminator and replace it."

"As for that prince... who knows, maybe some northern lords who want his life are also involved..."

"Impossible!" Miranda said calmly: "His Majesty Kessel restrained those who wanted to murder him with his oath about the throne——His Royal Highness will be safe in Exeter, and no one would dare to attack him. "

"Really?" Kaslan laughed, and after the laughter disappeared, he looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Your prince, and your king's oath... turned him into those precious ancient alchemy balls, once destroyed, they will explode and hurt people," Kaslan said lightly: "Indeed, in the Northland , everyone dare not touch him, dare not let him explode in his own hands."

Having said that, Kaslan lowered his head and his eyes sank: "But we all hope that he will explode in the hands of others."

————

Thales stared blankly at Nicolai and Marquis Shiles in front of him, thinking about the invitation brought by them—or request from King Nunn.

"Wait a minute, listen to you," Thales had an ominous premonition in his heart: "King Nunn hasn't found that enemy, the collaborator of the Grand Duke of Lombard?"

"Look, that's why we came to find you, Your Highness," Marquis Shiles nodded slightly, showing a polite smile.

"Why does it have to be me?" Thales said dully, "I'm just a seven-year-old kid, and I can't play such a high-end game."

"You are not only a seven-year-old child, but also a seven-year-old genius." Shiles added with a wink.

Thales closed his eyes, only feeling a headache.

well.

"As you said, Prince of the Stars, you are the one who should take over the wrath of His Majesty Nun," Nicolai said slowly, his tone full of faint coercion: "Now there is a chance for you to get rid of Undeserved pain."

"Yes or no, it's up to you, boy."

Thales let out a long sigh.

"About the collaborator of the Grand Duke of Lombard," Puttilai, the deputy envoy of the mission, had already realized how things were going, asked solemnly, "What do you know now?"

"We have a very obvious goal," Nikolai replied palely: "When you were still under Broken Dragon Fortress, in order to take down the fortress, Rumba once besieged your mission and tried to lure the fortress The defenders attack."

"Yes," Thales took a deep breath when thinking of Araka and his fury guards, "There is such a thing...that is definitely not a pleasant memory."

"The magic gun unit in the Lombard army, under the order of a spy officer, tried to assassinate you," Nicolai continued on the horse, "and according to the information we have and the dark room, it is almost certain that the spy The man behind the officer is our target."

Thinking of the bombardment of the magic gun, Thales stared blankly at the snow field with lingering fear.

"As far as I know, Rumba is also investigating this matter. When we arrived at Lord Kaslan's Hero Tavern, their investigation seems to have progressed..." Putilei frowned: "So, The behind-the-scenes man who sent spies in the Lombard Army to try to kill His Royal Highness Thales and blame Lombard, happened to be Lombard's collaborator when he planned to murder Prince Moral?"

"Sounds chilling, doesn't it?" Marquis Shiles shook his head lightly, his eyes deep: "He conspired with the Duke of Lombard to murder the prince of his own country, but immediately betrayed Lombard in the murder of another prince from another foreign country. Grand Duke."

"The nobles are like white mountain vultures vying for carrion, intrigues and intrigues," Ada under the cloak suddenly said: "The Northland, and the people of the Northland, even the nobles and lords, were not like this before."

"Without the empire, you will degenerate even faster."

The people walking were silent for a moment.

"Northern people, people from the Northland," Nicolai seemed to have been touched by some nerves. He stared at a red-bordered black-bottomed red dragon flag in front of him, nodded slowly, and said, "One day, we will find Turn back to be the pride of the children of the dragon."

"Anyway, the Grand Duke Lunba still doesn't know that the person who tried to frame him is his collaborator." Marquis Shiles coughed, "And we confirmed this from the progress of Lumbard's investigation."

"The Grand Duke Lombard must know the identity of his collaborator, so that's the case," Thales raised his head: "Why don't you tell Lombard the truth and cooperate with him?"

"Don't forget that Luba is also His Majesty's enemy, conspiring with him to avenge another enemy? I don't think the ruler of the Black Sand Territory will obediently obey and cooperate," Marquis Shiles sighed, "Besides, the Northerners character, tsk tsk."

"We don't cooperate with kinicide scum like Charmain Rumba," Nicolai's eyes were full of gloom, "and he and his collaborators will have to pay for Moral's death."

"Since the Grand Duke Lombard and that collaborator are your enemies, one killed most of your men and horses under the fortress, and the other tried to kill you with a magic gun," Marquis Shiles smiled unabated, and took it slightly. Happy topic, continue to put pressure on Thales: "His Majesty Nunn made it very clear that whether His Highness agrees or not, you are already on this ship."

Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Although he already knew that from the moment he took that title, he would have to face everything he hated the most.

But he still underestimated the power of the power game in this circle.

It's a game you can't choose to play or not to play, or to play as hard as you can.

Born for the stars.

Is this the rhythm?

What a nasty feeling.

The second prince of Xingchen slowly opened his eyes.

"To lure out that Lumbard's collaborator, isn't it?" His Royal Highness said indifferently: "What is Nuen going to do?"

Nikolai was about to reply, but was interrupted by the prince with a completely different tone.

"Also, if I cooperate with his revenge plan," Thales raised his head, his eyes shining and sharp like sharpened sword blades: "What benefits is Nun willing to give me?"

Nicolai was stunned for a few tenths of a second. He noticed that Thales no longer called "His Majesty Nun" or "King Nun".

But the commander of the White Blade Guard immediately raised his lips and showed a faint sneer.

"You will be satisfied." The Meteorite looked at the second prince and said slowly, "Walton—the Dragonlance family is never stingy."

"There is one more question." Thales raised his head, his eyes burning. "You said that from Luba's investigation, he learned that his collaborator was the man behind the murder of me with the magic gun."

"That's right," Nicolai frowned, "Is there a problem?"

"Where did you get the details of Lumbard's investigation, and how did you confirm it?" Thales asked in a deep voice.

"This is our business." Nicolai shook his head: "You don't have to..."

But Thales interrupted him immediately!

"This is my business!" Thales had a firm expression on his face, emphasizing his persistence: "Especially when Nunn wants me to risk my life to play such a revenge game with him, I should have enough information to Confirm whether his plan is feasible!"

Nicolai stared at Thales with a cold look in his eyes. As for what he was thinking in his heart, Thales had no way of guessing—until Shiles coughed lightly at the side.

"Rumba has been tracking down the spy officer who commanded the magic gun unit, and his staff efficiently found clues in the black market," Nicolai finally spoke slowly: "But when the truth was about to be discovered, a group of Strange swordsmen suddenly appeared, and they used their weird terminating powers to almost annihilate Lumbard's investigators and cut off the clues."

"Strange swordsman? Weird finishing power?"

Nicolai nodded: "This is beyond the scope of Lumbard's knowledge, so he asked a professional for help,"

"And that professional," Meteorite lowered his head, looking at his White Blade Guard outfit, "is our old acquaintance."

"And those strange swordsmen?" Thales asked.

Nikolai gave him a deep look.

"King Nuen sent to the stars a few days ago to collect the prince's body and investigate the assassination of the mission. The person who sent back a message the day before yesterday," Nicolai explained the key to the information in detail: "The prince's last guard, with Walton The family's secret methods have left vital clues - among the assassins who attacked Prince Moral, there were also a few strange swordsmen with strange and unusual finishing powers."

"You mean," Thales figured it out, "the swordsman who assassinated Prince Moral and the swordsman who intercepted the investigation of Lumbard—are all the same people?"

Nicolai nodded slightly.

"who are they?"

"According to the news, it's a group of traitors from the Tower of the End, the people who hide their heads and show their tails." Nicolai looked at everyone: "The Tower of the End has a very special name for them."

The meteorite had a deep expression, and said slowly:

"The sword of disaster."

Thales' thinking was interrupted for a moment by the name.

disaster...

sword?

"Ah!" Huai Ya, who was listening, remembered something, and suddenly called out softly.

"Speaking of which, when I was ending the tower, I seemed to overheard a few inheritors talking about this name," Wyatt felt that everyone was looking at him, and said a little nervously: "But that has always been a legend , the sword of disaster... It is said that they are a group of traitors who want to replace the Tower of Termination."

Thales frowned.

"Let's find time to talk, Wyatt." The second prince said, "About the power of the end, and the tower of the end."

Wyatt nodded.

"In any case, this group of so-called Disaster Swords participated in the assassination of Moral and the betrayal of Lombard at the same time. They must have a close relationship with that Lombard's collaborator, so they will listen to his deployment and let him drive," Nicolai said. Looking at the snowy field in the distance, he frowned and said, "We also connected these two things because of this, so we caught their tails."

"I understand," Thales nodded solemnly, "When will Nunn's plan start?"

"The Weilan Snowfield is right in front of you, and through it is Dragon Clouds City." Nikolai said slowly as he turned his gaze to the distance, the snowfield that almost formed a line with the sky.

"The five grand dukes should have arrived in Dragon Clouds City. The first hurdle you have to face is to meet them and King Nuen. Get ready, Your Highness," Marquis Shiles rubbed his gloves, looking It was full of excitement at the beginning of the drama: "In public, His Majesty the King of Nuen will show you a tough attitude, which may be... a little rough."

"rough?"

"It's just right, it's been a long time," Thales looked at the sky intently, he gently touched his neck, recalling the feeling when it was strangled, and said loudly:

"Rough is my favorite."

Shiles' smile became even brighter.

There was a strange light in Nicolai's eyes,

Puttilai took a deep draw on his pipe.

Ada continued under the cloak, bowing her head in silence.

Wyatt and Rolf just looked at each other blankly.

It was noon, and the sun was hanging high above the snow field.

But everyone who has stayed in the Northland for many days knows it.

It's going to be extremely cold, and it's coming soon.