Kingdom’s Bloodline

When a group of people came out of the secret passage full of doubts and anxiety, Thales had a vague illusion of seeing the sun again.

But as long as he thinks about everything that happened in Longxiao City, his mood is like a shadow cast over him, which becomes more and more deeply tainted by assassination, conspiracy, and betrayal, and he can't get rid of it.

He was sent to defuse a possible war between the two countries.

But……

Thales saw Nun's head rolling to the ground, and Rumba's rough and indifferent face.

He couldn't help tightening his breathing.

The second prince raised his head and looked at the gray sky in the north, but felt more confused.

"What's next?"

Miranda still looked around vigilantly—a remote and small corner of the city. The mottled stone walls were full of traces of time and wind and frost. She turned to the meteorite and said, "Your plan? Find someone who is still loyal to Walton." vassals?"

But Nicolai just looked at his weapon with a serious expression, and turned a deaf ear to her words, as if he was still immersed in the negotiation with the Scarlet Witch just now.

It was Raphael who answered her.

"Dragon Clouds City is still very dangerous, even Walton's vassals..." The young man from the Secret Division frowned, "We can't just show up like this."

"His Royal Highness's safety is the first consideration, and it is related to the safety of the stars," Huai Ya interjected, and he sighed: "Right now, all the northerners in Dragon Clouds City are looking for him, and in a few days, Possibly the whole of Exeter will join us, a large group of us..."

He was patted on the shoulder by Rolf, who shook his head at Wyah with serious eyes.

Wyah didn't go on, but he still glanced at the White Blade Guards, with deep worry on his face.

Thales felt that many eyes glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

He heard what Wyah meant: this group of white-bladed guards were from the north after all.

Maybe they have a common enemy with themselves, maybe their target interests are temporarily convergent, but...

After all, they are not their own people.

Get out of trouble and find an opportunity to part ways with them-this is the safest course of action.

The shared crisis brought the people of the Stars and the North to work together for a while, but after they escaped, it seemed that the hostile tension returned—as evident from their well-defined formations.

And the reason why the White Blade Guards are here... Thales turned his head and met the eyes of the little slippery head in the air.

It was a pair of confused and nervous eyes, at a loss for the way ahead.

Thales froze for a moment.

Nikolai, who was silent, seemed to have finally come to his senses. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look forward.

"Let's think about these things after we settle down," the meteorite exhaled a long breath: "The people who meet us will arrive soon—go to the shelter first."

Thales frowned: "Shelter?"

"Since we arrived, this city has had a lot of opinions on the prince," Cohen also showed a puzzled look: "Not to mention such a big thing happened, who can protect us in Dragon Clouds City?"

Raphael shook his head with a deep expression: "For some existences, no matter how big it is..."

"It's just a dispute between mortals."

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

The next moment, a tough figure appeared at the corner ahead.

A group of people immediately entered the alert.

But Nikolai waved his hand and asked them to remove their guards.

"My own people." The meteorite said briefly, and then looked at the person with a complicated expression.

It was a stocky man with a cropped cut.

Thales couldn't help squinting his eyes, trying to see who was coming.

That person seems somewhat familiar...

That is……

Thales's heart moved, and surprise and amazement welled up in his heart.

"Milk?"

The prince looked at the person coming, and couldn't help calling out his name under great surprise, "Lord Michael?"

The visitor's expression froze slightly.

I saw the former king of Dragon Clouds serving as an official, and the sinner who was exiled by King Nunn himself in the Hall of Heroes——Lord Bain Michael walked like a soldier,

come before them.

He looked at the Prince of Stars who had witnessed the tragedy in the Hall of Heroes with a complicated expression.

"I have been deprived of my position and title by His Majesty, you might as well change my title a little bit."

Michael exhaled, his words were low: "Good day, Prince Thales."

Many pictures flooded Thales' mind.

Alex's twitching figure and limply hanging hands.

Michael knelt down and wept and confessed.

King Nun roared full of hatred and pain.

Holding his breathless daughter, Michael staggered out of the hall in a daze.

"You..." Thales was blocked in his heart, he opened his mouth, but the words just came to his mouth, but they were cut off.

He saw Michael's eyes.

The former officer had a calm expression, but his eyes were lifeless and dark gray.

It seemed that nothing in the world could interest him anymore.

Thales suddenly remembered another pair of eyes, the eyes belonging to Hei Jian - this is very strange, but Thales has this feeling.

The former king's officer cast his eyes on the little cunning guy behind Thales, with complicated eyes.

Little Slick didn't seem to expect to see the former officer here, she thought of something, and lowered her head subconsciously.

Michael closed his mouth, with a gloomy expression, and remained silent.

"No accident?" Nikolai stepped forward, clasped palms tightly with Michael, and then let go.

Michael shook his head, but said nothing.

"Please come with me." Michael looked at the group of people with a flat expression, turned and walked back: "Try to keep quiet and respectful."

Cohen looked at the surrounding environment, and doubts emerged in his heart—the empty and dilapidated walls and floor tiles, the unswept snow and dead branches, like the backyard of a noble family that has not been taken care of for many years.

"Honor?"

The security officer let out a breath, raised his head and looked at a magnificent stone house with only a small door in front of him: "Speaking of which, what exactly is this place?"

Miranda seemed to see something, she raised her index finger to her mouth, and made a silent gesture: "Just do it."

Cohen raised his eyebrows and walked forward with the crowd.

Thales turned his head and looked at Nicolai anxiously: "Why..."

The meteorite blocked his words directly in his throat.

"I know what you're thinking."

Nicolai lowered his head. He looked at Michael's back with a delicate expression: "Yes, His Majesty Nunn exiled him, and..."

The meteorite raised his head immediately, and his eyes slowly became firm.

"But Byrne Myrk, he's... at least one of the White Blades."

Thales frowned:

"Is he still loyal to Walton?"

Nicolai shook his head.

"He was true to his creed," the starfaller sighed, not knowing what he remembered: "No matter what happened, this has never changed."

"That's why we, the White Blades, are here."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

He recalled the scene where the four white-edged guards embraced each other's arms under the bow and crossbow of Heisha collar, surrounding him and the little slippery head tightly.

He sighed softly.

"Thank you, Lord Nicolai," Thales said with imperceptible emotion in his tone: "Thank you also for your White Blade Guard."

Nicolai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If you really want to thank me, weird boy."

"When you sit on the throne one day," the meteorite and Thales' eyes met in the air, "let's return this favor."

Thales didn't speak.

He just smiled slightly, and followed everyone into the small door of the stone house.

"Be alert," Thales heard Wyatt whispering to Rolf behind him, "God knows what this place is, and God knows what's waiting for us ahead."

Rolf let out a muffled moan from his throat.

It seems a little disdainful.

The stone house is very spacious, which seems to be a big back hall, but the lights in the hall are dim—the lighting is not by the big ceiling lamp, but by the portable lamps hanging on the wall layer by layer.

Thales couldn't adapt to the sudden darkness for a while, he opened his eyes wide and tried to see his surroundings clearly.

There was a strong smell of lamp oil in the air - Thales's heart moved: With this concentration of eternal oil smell, it seems that the owner of this stone house is either rich or noble.

Raphael seemed to be very familiar with this place. He walked into the darkness ahead, and when he came out again, he already had bandages and medicine on his hands.

He casually threw one of the rolls of bandages to Cohen who was full of doubts, and carefully handed a medicine bottle to Miranda who looked dazed.

"Treat the injury and recover as soon as possible." Raphael pointed to the wound on Cohen's body that was tightened with the power of finishing, with a serious face: "Our battle is not over yet."

"This is the 'shelter'? What exactly is it?"

Huai Ya narrowed his eyes, looked at the surrounding stone walls and floor tiles, his hand was still firmly on the hilt of the sword: "Wait, I seem to have seen this style of building..."

At this moment, in the darkness ahead, two figures appeared head-on.

"Your Highness!" A younger figure stepped forward quickly, with a smile on his face, and excitement in his voice: "Thank you gods, you have returned safely!"

Thales was taken aback: "You are... Willow?"

It was the recruit they brought with them at Broken Dragon Fortress.

The one who was almost hanged as a deserter.

"Your Highness, you..." Another slightly mature figure breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew..."

Veteran Genard looked at Thales with complicated eyes: "I know..."

Thales looked at the two familiar people in the Star Mission, and seemed to let go of a shackle in his heart.

"You..." Thales looked at the crowd, and his heart moved: "Where are the others?"

As soon as the words fell, another familiar voice came from the darkness ahead.

"It seems that everything is going well?"

Thales was shocked, and then blurted out:

"Puttilai!"

Under the eyes of everyone, the well-informed deputy envoy of the Star Mission, Lord Nieman Putilei, came in front of them. The thin man was still holding his pipe, and seemed calm, but his pipe was clearly Stuffed with tobacco, but not lit.

"Your Highness," Puttilai smiled indifferently, but there was a hint of relief in his tone: "I am glad to see you have returned safely."

Thales looked at his deputy envoy quietly, and after a few seconds, he smiled and let out a breath.

"I am also glad to see that you are safe and sound," the prince put down his guard and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, Deputy Envoy."

Puttilai nodded, then turned to look at the young man from the secret department.

"There was no accident in the city gate?" the deputy envoy said calmly.

"There were some accidents," Raphael's face moved slightly: "But...it's done."

Thales's heart moved: Puttilai and the people from the secret department...

Seems familiar?

"That's good," Putilei looked at Nicolai and Michael again, and nodded slowly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Nicolai snorted coldly, turned his head and left, while Michael nodded without emotion.

Thales frowned: He is also familiar with the White Blade Guard?

"Try to rest for a while." Putillai didn't care about the indifference of the White Blade Guards, and he reluctantly showed a meaningful smile to the prince:

"We still have a long journey to go."

Thales took a deep look at him and raised his eyebrows.

At that moment, he had many words and many questions he wanted to say.

Disasters, dragons, black swords, the death of Nuln, the conspiracy of Lombard, the shield of shadows, the calculations of the dark room, the mystery of the secret department, the secret of the White Blade Guard...

But when all these words came to his lips, they paused, and finally turned into an empty sigh.

Thales' face darkened.

Along with tension and apprehension, fatigue and sleepiness struck again.

"It's not over yet, is it?" The prince turned his head with a complicated expression, looked at the little slippery man surrounded by white-bladed guards, and said disappointedly: "This nightmare."

Putilei looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

Wei sighed silently in his heart.

"It will end," Your Excellency the Deputy Envoy said calmly, "Nightmare is also a dream."

At this moment, a young girl in a silver-white robe walked forward slowly.

Her expression was solemn and solemn, and she bowed slightly to everyone in the stars.

Thales was slightly taken aback, he saw clearly the pattern on the girl's robe: a crescent moon.

"The high priest wants to see him." The girl said softly, her voice was hollow and seemed to be without emotion.

Raphael raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

The girl did not speak, but quietly cast her gaze among the crowd.

It took three full seconds before Thales realized: she was looking at herself.

"Why?"

Putilei frowned: "Your Highness, he..."

"The High Priest's request," the young girl turned sideways and raised her hands behind her as a sign of invitation: "It is God's will."

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

"Ah?" He asked the people around him inexplicably, "What purpose?"

Puttilai pursed his lips, hesitated to speak, seemed a little worried.

But Thales recognized the place without his explanation.

His eyes had adapted to the dim light, and he could barely see the walls on both sides—they were full of murals and reliefs.

And the direction of the girl's finger is a huge stone statue surrounded by eternal lights: on the stone statue, a woman with an indifferent expression is stroking her left shoulder with her right hand, pressing her right hip bone with her left hand, and bowing her head with her chest in her chest.

Behind the stone statue is a huge round moon, but arcs are dug out on the moon surface, which seems to express the layer-by-layer changes of the moon phase.

Thales was stunned.

He recognized the stone statue.

That is……

Thales knew where the "shelter" he was in was.

In the next second, Thales' eyes were suddenly attracted by a slim figure under the stone statue.

In front of the stone statue, a masked female figure was standing quietly, wearing a silver robe with crescent moon and full moon embroidered at the same time.

Like the goddess Haoyue, Thales also recognized the woman.

That was the lady Thales had met once in the Hall of Heroes.

The woman who witnessed the duel between King Nun and Perfet.

The Chief Priest of the Haoyue Temple——Jewel Holme.

She was looking at Thales quietly with a pair of clear and emotionless eyes outside the veil.

Seems like a long wait.