Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales froze for ten seconds.

Shadow Shield.

He had heard Gilbert describe the name.

It appears together with the name of the Surriton family in the tragedy of the bloody year.

The direct murderer who murdered Canxing's royal family.

He thought of the small stone urns in Canxing's tomb in the Fuxing Palace, from the prince's eldest son Midil, to Horace, and then to the twin princes Bancroft and Hayman.

And the youngest princess, Constance Canxing.

But, the Shadow Shield—Thales looked at Peifei in disbelief—assassinated me?

how come……

His thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"enough."

King Nun's voice sounded in the hall.

"As long as I stay in Dragon Clouds City for one day," the king said with a gloomy expression, he threw Peifeit down: "I won't allow such despicable things like assassination to happen again."

"Hmph," Peifit smiled, biting out a word between his teeth: "Tyrant."

King Nun narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy who was unable to fight back.

"Let's end it all," Peifei said with a cold expression, "I will be at the bottom of the prison river and watch how your family is destroyed!"

"Finish it!"

King Nun clenched his fist lightly and remained silent for several seconds.

Complicated emotions rose in his eyes.

Finally, King Nuen closed his eyes and exhaled a breath from his nose.

"The duel is not over yet, but I can give you a chance," under the gaze of everyone, the old king opened his eyes and said lightly:

"Now open your mouth and admit defeat to me, and then fully admit your crimes and confess your conspiracy with Rumba."

"You can still earn your life back."

Puffett was completely stunned.

What.

What?

"But you will spend the rest of your life in prison... your younger brother will inherit Fengzhao City, and Peifei still rules that land."

"Except for you, Fengzhao City will not be punished," the old king said sharply, "How about it?"

Everyone in the hall was startled.

Peifit stared blankly at the king.

He lowered his head, breathing heavily.

Thales was thinking about the choice given by the king. At this moment, Putilei whispered in his ear: "If he agrees, if Fengzhao City wants to rule stably in the future, it must not be with Walton is the enemy."

Thales nodded suddenly.

Nicolai next to him snorted coldly.

After a few seconds, Peifei slowly raised his head, with a bitter smile on his desolate face:

"Really?"

"Yes," King Nuen said lightly, "As long as you say that word, you can continue to breathe the air of the Northland."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

But it didn't take long for Peifite, who was lying on the ground, to put away his smile.

His face is ice-like, his eyes are iron-like, and his expression seems to be covered with snow that cannot be melted for thousands of years.

The young Grand Duke looked the king straight in the eye.

Peifei gritted his teeth, but said another word firmly:

"no way."

Thales shook his head.

"This is the Northland," Nicolai said softly behind Thales: "It is also a shame to be forgiven by the enemy."

King Nun sighed.

But he immediately raised his head and showed a gentle smile to Peifei:

"Good boy."

The old king smiled complicatedly.

Suddenly, Peifei kicked his left leg, pulled himself up from the ground, and rushed towards King Nuen with a roar!

What greeted him was the old king's light kick, which hit the calf bone.

"Boom!" Peifei lost his balance again and fell face down heavily on the ground.

Peifei let out a final howl of unwillingness.

King Nun shook his head slowly.

He stood up, knelt and pressed Peifitt's back, then stretched out his hands, grasped Peifitt's head tightly, and lifted him to a place where the four archdukes could see.

The four grand dukes, Olsio, Trudida, Ronnie, and Lycco, all stared at their king with solemn faces.

In the next moment, Exeter's king, Nun Walton VII, yelled loudly in his old but heroic voice:

"Look!"

The roar echoed in the hall.

King Nuen looked angrily, and roared out the next sentence vigorously:

"This is Walton's Enemy!"

Peifei's face was desolate, showing a relieved smile.

Amidst the gasps of many people, the king of the old country twisted his hands vigorously.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of a broken neck reached Thales' ears.

"Plop!" Puffett fell to the ground.

But this time, his head was turned upwards, staring blankly at the ceiling.

King Nun sat down on the ground, staring at the enemy's corpse expressionlessly.

No one spoke.

In the hall, there was only the whistling wind and snow outside the window and the explosion of the brazier in the hall, mixed with the uneven breathing of everyone.

There was a dead silence for several seconds.

Until the light and moving vibrato came faintly from the other side of the hall:

"die……"

"It's just a long-lost homecoming."

Priest Huo Mu of Haoyue Temple said calmly.

She folded her arms again, lowered her body, and slowly closed her eyes on the veil:

"The victory and defeat have been decided."

"Holy duel."

"Where it ends."

After the words were finished, the chief priest of Haoyue Temple turned and left.

The Scarlet Witch smiled, turned and followed her.

In the hall, many people finally exhaled slowly.

it's over.

Lord Michael waved his hand, and the servants and guards rushed to catch up. The doctors and healers who had been on standby for a long time hurried to King Nunn to bandage the wounds on his chest and face.

The king's servants and the four grand dukes left the watching place one after another, with different moods and thoughts.

"I was wrong, this duel can't last a year," Marquis Shiles sighed, "It's enough for me to last a lifetime."

Nikolai glanced at him coldly, walked off the field, and began to direct the White Blade Guard to deal with the aftermath.

"It's a complicated day, my dear Highness." Shiles straightened his hat, and politely saluted Thales: "I'm sorry, I have to go back immediately to estimate the possible business losses we may suffer in Fengzhao City—hope not It exceeds the reward given by His Majesty Nunn."

Thales shrugged and watched the Comas people leave.

"It's really a fruitful day," Thales turned around, and whispered sarcastically: "We have to talk, Putilai—about the Shadow Shield."

Not only that, he has many things, including many doubts, that he wants to ask this well-informed deputy envoy.

"I agree." Puttilai nodded cautiously and solemnly.

at this moment.

"You four!" The old king's old voice came from a distance: "Do you have any opinions on this duel?"

King Nun raised his head, his gaze pierced through the crowd, and fixed on the four grand dukes.

The hall fell silent again, and everyone looked at the four Grand Dukes.

The expressions of the Grand Dukes were different, but Thales could feel the solemnity and vigilance under their faces.

After all, a colleague had just died here.

"No," the king was answered by the indifferent Grand Duke Ronnie, who only listened to him softly: "This is a holy duel, just revenge, fairness, and justice-Pefit also confessed his crimes .”

Trudida still had a smile on his face, while Olsio remained silent, and Lecco looked away without distinguishing his expression.

King Nuen stared at the long-haired Grand Duke for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed.

"It's no wonder there isn't one," King Nuen sneered, "Your dissatisfaction has been around for a long time, right?"

Thales suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall became tense again.

Until the next sentence of King Nun.

"Don't worry anymore." King Nuen sighed slowly: "I will send out the raven tomorrow, the Grand Duke of Fengzhao City died in a duel, and this guy's younger brother will inherit Fengzhao City—he should have been waiting for a long time gone."

The princes were slightly taken aback.

"There is no hope for the Walton family in the next king election," the old king said with his head downcast, "We don't have enough prestige and orthodox candidates."

Grand Duke Olsio frowned: "Your Majesty..."

"But at least," King Nun kept talking and interrupted Olesiu, "I can still do one last thing for my family and Dragon Clouds City before I die."

He raised his head, with a bitter chill in his eyes.

The grand dukes all shuddered.

"For example?" Grand Duke Olesi asked softly with his most cautious attitude.

King Nun smiled.

"War," the old king said softly, "It will soon be the New Year, and after next spring, I will call up the army of Dragon Clouds City."

Thales felt a chill when he heard this!

No way?

The four Grand Dukes also stagnated for breath.

"Stars?" Grand Duke Olsio glanced at Thales with an unfriendly expression, which made his heart jump.

Fortunately, King Nuen's next words made the Prince of Stars breathe out a sigh of relief.

"No."

"I want to go to Heisha Ling." Sitting in the middle of the hall, King Nuen, who was under the care of a doctor, patted his thigh with ease:

"To see my dear nephew—Charmain Rumba."

The Grand Dukes frowned.

Including Thales too.

"I miss him," the old king's eyes showed light, "I miss him 'terribly'."

Grand Dukes Olsio and Trudida, whose territory is close to the Heisha Territory, frowned.

"But I don't like to be alone, and I don't want to go alone." King Nuen looked at the four grand dukes sharply: "What do you say?"

The four princes did not speak.

Until the king's second sentence.

"After 'visiting' him, shall we discuss the election of the king again?" The old king said with deep meaning.

The four archdukes looked at each other, and this time, they quickly made a decision.

"The guard city will send troops to respond with all its strength, and we will always be on the king's side." The bald Grand Duke Lecco sighed first.

Grand Duke Olsio nodded with a serious expression: "Welan Land has no objections, and we will also send reinforcements."

"This is legitimate revenge, a warning to those who plot secretly," Grand Duke Ronnie said with burning eyes, "Qiyuan City is willing to send troops to support."

"Since all of you have said so, if the tower is rebuilt, there will be no more troops," Trudida said angrily, "Will I not even be able to leave Dragon Clouds City?"

Of course - Thales slandered after hearing this: The king takes the lead and helps you eliminate a competitor, why not do it?

King Nun looked at them and laughed out loud.

At this moment, Grand Duke Olsio couldn't help but said, "What about the Heisha?"

"Shall Charmain's son inherit the throne?"

King Nuen stopped laughing and shook his head slightly.

"I have someone to choose, and he is definitely a good candidate for the Grand Duke." He stretched his newly bandaged right arm: "Caslan Rumba... Charmain's uncle, my former captain of the personal guard."

Thales was taken aback, thinking of the strong old man in the Hero Tavern.

"I heard that he has no interest in power and position, and hates his family." Grand Duke Ronnie said indifferently.

"Yes," King Nuen chuckled softly, "but he can't help it."

The grand dukes were slightly taken aback.

"Okay!" The old king pushed away the doctor beside him, stood up boldly, and shouted angrily, "Everyone, go up!"

"The banquet is still in progress!" King Nuen looked around the audience and laughed loudly: "Don't lose your interest!"

The four grand dukes looked at each other, bowed and left one after another with different expressions.

Members of the king's imperial council also left.

Thales noticed that when everyone else turned around, the old king's smile disappeared from his face.

"Leave too!" King Nuen shook his head, and said to his white-bladed guards, "It's good to just guard outside the hall..."

Nun VII sighed, grabbed the wine barrel, walked to the steps to watch the battle and sat down, with a lonely expression: "I'm sitting here alone."

Nicolai and Michael looked at each other and nodded.

Thales and Puttilai looked at each other, and the two cautiously left with the crowd.

It's been long enough tonight.

It is also substantial enough.

At this moment, the voice of King Nun came again:

"Thales! My dear guest!"

Thales was shocked.

All the people in the hall who hadn't left looked at Prince Xingchen in unison.

Especially a few Grand Dukes, such as Grand Duke Lecco with a thoughtful expression.

"Why didn't you stay?" King Nuen patted the steps beside him with a calm expression: "I still have to thank you very much—let's have a drink together?"

Thales opened his mouth wide and looked at the king in embarrassment.

What a joke.

After I offended a bunch of grand dukes, after you broke a grand duke's neck, after you forced other grand dukes to send troops with you...

Want me to "have a drink" with you?

What I should do now is to disappear quickly, keep a low profile, and return to China immediately when the time comes!

You can't pull hatred like this!

He turned his head and looked at Puttilai, who shook his head slightly.

"It's an honor to have a drink with you...but I'm only seven years old," Thales turned his head to look at King Nuen, and said politely and embarrassingly: "And I'm very tired..."

However.

"Seven-year-old shit!"

King Nun interrupted him with a dissatisfied expression, and raised his glass to the second prince:

"I was only five years old when my father took me to drink for the first time—as a future king, how can I not drink?"

Thales looked dazed, ready to find another excuse.

"Or, do you want to reject King Exeter's invitation?" King Nunn showed playful eyes: "Even you, like the guy lying on the ground, look down on a king whose time is running out? "

The atmosphere in the hall became weird again.

Thales' heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He could only lower his head and let out a sigh.

Then turned around and took a step.

Under Puttilai's worry, Nicolai's frown, Shiles' smile, and the strange eyes of the four grand dukes.

The second prince of Xingchen walked towards King Nuen against the crowd with a drooping expression.