Kingdom’s Bloodline

"We're excited, thrilled."

Kaslan coughed, like the most ordinary old man, remembering the past years: "Several of us—including Little Lisbane, all have the same ideals, and are also tired of family and family, territory and territory. Gratitude and resentment."

"So that's how it started." Kaslan looked at the stone pillar on which Nikolai was leaning against, and said in a mournful tone, "You can't imagine what we have gone through for Exeter, surrounded by Nunn for decades .”

Nikolai raised his head unconsciously, looking at the ceiling.

"At first, it was just a small matter: to consolidate the prince's authority and power, protect the endangered family loyal to the prince, and punish the vassals who enriched their own pockets." A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes: "Break the practice of the White Blade Guard, and choose some people who are not from the same background. Gao’s candidate, to train Nunn a bodyguard candidate who is only loyal to him and has no family worries... including you, Dazui, Byrne, and Isaiah, you were all recruited by me at that time."

At that moment, Nikolai's breathing stagnated, and the words he bit into his mouth almost blurted out.

The day he was recruited into the White Blades...

Boss...

"It's all about being ready for a future king to realize his ambitions."

Kaslan's face darkened, and his tone changed:

"But with Nunn on the throne, things started to change."

"His enemies are getting more and more powerful, and he needs sharper knives and stronger shields."

"My missions are becoming more and more unscrupulous, and have no bottom line-from hunting down criminals, to extorting political opponents, kidnapping children, to fabricating crimes to frame opponents, and even burning farmers' winter barns..."

Nicolai clenched his fists, suppressing the emotions in his heart.

He paid attention to Kaslan's shadow under the firelight, and his eyes kept wandering around the surrounding weapon racks, trying to find a way to get rid of the threat of the opponent's javelin.

My aim is not as good as his, and I can't compete with him in the long-range javelin.

I need to……

"Yes, Mrs. Cassan and I have a much closer cooperative relationship with the Darkroom than you think," Kaslan said sadly, his attention always focused on the back of the stone pillar, "There are many things that Nunn doesn't want the Darkroom to interfere with. ,

It will be handed over to us. "

"I once escorted the doctor to Wellandland overnight, so that he could poison the heir of Grand Duke Olsio."

"As the king's secret envoy, I once instigated the vassals of Qiyuan City to rebel against their lord, and found reasons for Dragon Clouds City to intervene."

"I even pretended to be a robber, and robbed and killed the nobles who were dissatisfied with the king—from the master to the female family members...except for one ignorant girl, I didn't keep any of them."

"I even instigated my nephew Harold in private, persuading him to fall to Nunn, even if it might endanger his relationship with his father..."

Kaslan closed his eyes, feeling a tight pain in his chest.

What he didn't expect was that in the end, Holt would actually be so cruel that he let his two sons kill each other to get rid of Nun's control...

"So," Nicolai snorted coldly, "That's why the Scarlet Witch always wants to pry something from me, from the White Blade Guard."

Kaslan sighed.

"I tried to convince myself that it was for Exeter," Kaslan said painfully, "For the sake of ideals, I can forget about my family, let alone my own honor and conscience?"

"In the sun, I lead by example, glorious and majestic, a white-bladed commander respected by all people," the old man endured the severe pain in his chest while taking a breath, "In the shadow, I have a heart as hard as a stone, unscrupulous, ruthless King Killer, with the earliest members of the guards doing the dirtiest and most secret deeds."

"You once said that you saw through my extremely hypocritical aristocratic face," Kaslan said in a low voice, "You are right, I am not worthy to stand in front of you and lecture you as a commander."

A cold question came from behind the stone pillar: "Why?"

Kaslan closed his eyes.

"Nun has changed," Kaslan knew what he wanted to ask, and sighed regretfully: "He's getting old, becoming suspicious, vigilant, sensitive, selfish, and reserved."

"For a new Exter, Nunn must control powerful power, which is a necessary means," Kaslan clenched the javelin in his hand, with complicated eyes: "However, I don't know when the means have changed. become the purpose, but the original purpose has long been forgotten.”

"We eat to live, prick the head, but we shouldn't live to eat." His tone became more and more painful.

"The longer he became king, the more he...he cared more about Dragon Cloud City's status than Exeter's strength, and his son's inheritance rights more than the kingdom's future——Nun became the most traditional king. Monarch Exeter. Apart from his family and rule, he is powerless and has no desire to pursue his ideals."

"Controlling power has become Nunn's only goal, and 'for Exeter' has become a pale excuse," Kaslan observed every place where Nikolai might rush out, and the shadow behind the opponent's stone pillar Locked in view, patiently waiting for the opponent: "It makes everything we've done for the past few decades look like a joke."

Nicolai sneered.

"You know, what you are doing now," the meteorite suppressed his anger, trying to make himself sound indifferent: "It makes everything you have taught us look like a joke."

Kaslan paused for a second, with imperceptible guilt and pain mixed on his face.

"So I'm tired."

"I quit, I gave up," the old man exhaled and shook his head: "That day I stood under the steps and asked him one last time in front of all my subordinates: Do you still remember your original ideal? I asked Him: Since when has he been involuntarily compromising with reality?"

Nicolai said nothing.

"You know what happened later," Kaslan said with a touch of sadness: "The king was furious, and a large number of old people and I were cleared out of the White Blade Guard."

silence.

The brazier burned more and more vigorously, reflecting the shadows of the two people on both sides of the stone pillar.

"Yeah." Nicolai took a deep breath, seeming to be in pain: "And I was promoted exceptionally and became the acting commander of the White Blade Guard—"

Before he could finish speaking, the next moment, the meteorite suddenly stood up from behind the stone pillar!

The fighting started again without warning.

Kaslan threw the javelin accurately and sharply without hesitation.

The powerful javelin shot through the enemy's body.

"Dum!"

Pin him to the ground!

But Kaslan, who was experienced and had been observing the opponent's shadow, immediately realized that something was wrong—it was only Nikolai's chest leather armor that was pierced by the javelin.

The real meteorite jumped out from the other side of the stone pillar, with thin armor and little protection!

Kaslan reacted very quickly, seeing the gap between Nicolai's injured leg and landing, and shot the second javelin without any delay!

Hearing the wind in his ears, the meteorite felt a chill in his heart.

It's over.

Couldn't fool him.

at this moment.

"Nikolai!" A familiar voice sounded.

Nikolai suddenly raised his head, only to see a round disk flying towards him!

The Meteorite didn't hesitate, the force of the end erupted, and his feet folded inconceivably, catching the object in mid-air.

Javelin strikes.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Caslan's pupils shrank.

His javelin hit the disc in Nikolai's hand - a round shield covered in thick wood.

The tip of the spear pierced into the shield, barely piercing through the shield, causing Nikolai's hand to sink.

The meteorite gritted his teeth, pulled out the javelin on his shield, and held it in his right hand.

But Kaslan had no time to take care of Nicolai. He turned around solemnly and looked at Nicolai's supporters warily.

"Byrne," Kaslan frowned, but a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes: "Long time no see."

But as a former officer of the White Blade Guard and the king, Byrne Michael, who stood at the door of the armory, obviously didn't like to respond to the enthusiasm of his old boss.

"Sorry, boss, it's not that I don't want to reminisce about the old days." In the distance, Michael's face was serious. He took two hatchets from the weapon rack and swung his arms violently: "But I just saw my own daughter……"

"I'm in a bad mood right now!"

Kaslan's face changed, and the javelin and Michael's two throwing axes were shot almost at the same time!

"Swoosh!" "Hoo!"

Javelins and throwing axes crossed in the air!

"laugh!"

Despite trying his best to evade, Michael was stabbed in the thigh by Kaslan's deadly javelin, and he fell into a row of weapons racks in excruciating pain.

But enough is enough.

Michael thought so.

Amidst the metallic noise, Kaslan swiped away a throwing ax with a javelin, but was scratched by another ax on his left arm—taking away a large piece of flesh.

The old man took a deep breath, holding back the sharp pain in his chest.

In terms of throwing accuracy, Byrne is still so good.

Thinking of this, he turned around and shot the third javelin again.

Throw at the one who rushed at high speed while taking the opportunity——Nikolai!

"boom!"

The Meteor's thick shield once again blocked the javelin. Due to the momentum of his charge, the tip of the spear even pierced through half of the shield, protruding a section from Nikolai's wrist.

Nikolai who was charging subconsciously turned the round shield, changing the stabbed place on the shield to the lower half.

Sure enough, there was another blunt sound in the next second: "Bang!"

The fourth javelin struck at the same angle and position, pierced his shield again, went up and down with the previous javelin, and pierced both ends of the shield.

Nikolai felt a chill in his heart: If the shield hadn't been turned just now...

But he doesn't have to worry anymore.

Nikolai decisively threw away the heavy shield he had worked so hard for, and raised the javelin in his right hand—he came back to the position three steps ahead of Kaslan!

Kaslan also threw away the remaining javelins with a solemn expression, leaving only the one in his right hand.

In the next second, the two raised their right hands at the same time.

"bass!"

At an almost face-to-face distance, two javelins stabbed each other in the air.

Kaslan, whose right hand was still raised in mid-air, dodged subconsciously. The enemy's javelin plunged into the weapon rack behind him, leaving only a trace of blood on his face.

"laugh!"

But Nicolai did not dodge or dodge, allowing Kaslan's javelin to penetrate into his left shoulder!

"Ah!" Nikolai faced the sharp pain in his left shoulder with a grim face, and swung his right fist in Kaslan's strange eyes.

The power of termination exploded from his bones, and his fist reflexed twice in the air in an instant, avoiding the opponent's two interceptions.

At this moment, the composed Kaslan suddenly changed his expression.

"Boom!"

Amidst the strange blunt metallic sound, Kaslan locked Nikolai's throat, and the Meteor's fist landed on Kaslan's body!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Strangely, Nikolai's fist didn't go straight to the point, but just hit Kaslan's right armpit.

The meteorite lowered his fist feebly.

Kaslan trembled uncontrollably, and let go of the hand that locked his throat. Nikolai, who was blushing, finally let out a breath.

The two stood in place, both shaking.

"thump!"

Nicolai could no longer support the serious injury to his left shoulder and fell to the ground with the javelin.

But what was also unexpected was that Kaslan turned pale, his lips trembled, and his upper body trembled uncontrollably.

In pain, he stretched out his left hand, which he could barely hold, and covered his right armpit.

The old man's face twitched constantly, as if he was enduring great pain.

The next moment, Kaslan spurted a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground, like an old man in his dying years, completely losing all his strength.

His face darkened.

"How do you know?" Kaslan chattered his teeth, and said in the softest voice, as if he was afraid of waking the kitten: "The right armpit."

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, which was really scary.

Nikolai lay powerlessly on his side, reaching for the javelin on his left shoulder.

"Monty, he has the best eyesight and the most stable hands," the meteorite said with difficulty, "so on the night when you were seriously injured and dying, and you were replaced with metal ribs, he was selected as an assistant and stayed by your side the whole time—he Know."

Kaslan's eyes froze.

Big Mouth Ned Monty.

That obnoxious country coward who has only women on his mind.

snort.

Kaslan let out a helpless laugh in his heart.

"Monty only told me one thing." Nicolai closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth: "There is a weak joint on the side of your new skeleton, that is your weakness, as long as you are strong enough——he told me , you have to keep an eye on your safety when fighting..."

Speaking of this, Nicolai's chest felt tight, and he couldn't continue speaking.

The chief's weakness.

That was supposed to be the place they swore to guard.

but……

Nikolai clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were astringent.

Caslan sat tremblingly and fell to the ground, leaning against the weapon rack behind him, and sighed in relief.

As he breathed, blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose, staining the clothes on his chest.

"javelin?"

Kaslan, whose upper body was almost soaked in blood, glanced indifferently at the rows of javelin racks beside him: "Did you force me here on purpose?"

"You are used to fighting with your right arm in your mouth to protect your weak point," Nikolai said in frustration, "I have to find an opportunity for you to fully raise your right arm, such as when throwing a javelin."

Kaslan raised his eyebrows and let out a bleak laugh.

...in the prickly hand.

This ending...not bad at all.

"Pretty, haha, prickly head, you...cough, cough, cough—"

The laughter didn't last long, and Kaslan frowned again and coughed fiercely in severe pain.

Following his movements, Kaslan's chest thumped frighteningly, and the old man's face twisted sharply.

Nicolai closed his eyes, unable to bear to see the expression of his old boss.

Damn—Nikolai desperately reached for the javelin on his shoulder, hoping it would distract him—couldn't pull it out.

At this moment, Nicolai felt a slight pain in his left shoulder.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and found that Kaslan was outstretched with his left hand, firmly grasping the javelin tied to his shoulder.

"Hold it," Kaslan said in a low voice, and spat out another mouthful of blood, "It might hurt."

Nikolai tensed his shoulders in a daze, watching Kaslan pull the javelin from his shoulders.

He didn't even notice the pain.

Nicolai thought of that afternoon many years ago.

When he was dying, the executioner Kaslan picked up the piece of wood from the ground and brought it to his mouth.

"Bite," the old Bingshan pulled the whip in his hand, and said coldly: "This will hurt."

Nikolai shook off the memories, he struggled to sit up from the ground, and the force of finish began to tighten his muscles.

He looked at Kaslan, who was leaning on the weapon rack and kept vomiting blood, with a painful face, but felt more and more angry in his heart.

"Talia," Nicolai said with a pale face, "your wife...do you have anything to say to her?"

At that moment, Caslan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Talia..."

Kaslan's eyes dimmed, and he shook his head: "No."

"She's gone."

Nikolai raised his head slightly, unable to hide his surprise: "How could it be? She's only forty..."

Caslan's breath began to weaken.

He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped away the blood on his chest.

The old man's face was gloomy, he raised his trembling hands, and carefully took out a piece of red silk from his pocket.

"A year ago, she finally found out," Kaslan looked at the red silk cloth fascinatedly, and slowly opened it, as if it contained a rare treasure: "Before I confessed to her, she Then I found out: I am the same person back then..."

Kaslan's hand trembled slightly: "The 'bandit leader' who robbed her family's convoy, killed her father, mother, and elder brother, killed her entire family, but missed a six-year-old girl. "

Nicolai froze.

"That's when Talia fell ill - and even the best doctors couldn't find what caused her."

Kaslan seemed to be unable to control his hands more and more freely, but he was still trembling, opening the red silk cloth in his hand inch by inch: "She is like that, lying on the bed every day enduring extreme pain, like the most beautiful flower Same, withering day after day."

"That was the toughest battle of my life—I'd rather fight another thirty rounds with Sack El, two hundred sword fights with Shao, another ten life-changing fights with Sylla Dark Thunder, and be beaten by Jasmine I've been punched twenty times, and I don't want to face it," Kaslan coughed hard, with a painful expression on his face: "But I can only watch Talia die day by day, and try to explain to her that it is the king's death." Orders are my involuntary choice."

Kaslan finally opened the piece of red silk, and his eyes were shining.

"At the last moment, Talia told me with a forced smile that maybe this was the will of the gods: she was destined to atone for my past."

Nicolai stared blankly at the things in the silk cloth.

It was an inconspicuous black stone.

On the stone, there are two villains carved: a slightly bigger villain is holding the other slightly smaller villain.

The villain is carved crookedly and extremely rough, basically a limb with lines under a circle.

Obviously a child's play.

But Kaslan looked at the stone obsessively, and the trembling in his hands became bigger and bigger: "Finally, I hugged her almost weightless body and asked myself: Kaslan Rumba, who shook the earth, what is your life?" What's the point?"

There was a sound of mopping the floor in the distance - Michael dragged his pierced thigh, crawling towards this side one after another.

Kaslan's eyes were dazed, and he showed a weak smile to the crawling Michael: "For a moment, I began to hate Nun."

"Until a few months ago, Nun's last son died in Xingchen," the old man shook his head, and every word he said was mixed with a lot of blood seeping from his mouth and nose: "Looking at the sunset that day, I All of a sudden, I feel sorry for him: we all lost everything we cherished, and the hard work of half a lifetime was wiped out overnight."

"The once high-spirited Prince Walton finally fell into the strange circle he wove, and fell into the fate of the Lords of Exeter. He couldn't get out. He was just as miserable as my brother and nephews."

Nicolai tore off a piece of clothing, tied his injured shoulder tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Idiot."

Michael climbed to Nicolai's side, and stared blankly at his old boss together with him.

"At that moment, it was like a fire burning in my chest, and the pain was inexplicable, and I don't know why," Kaslan's voice became smaller and smaller: "However, when King Nun sent someone to find me and wanted me When I succeeded to the position of Grand Duke Heisha, I suddenly understood what that fire was."

Kaslan's eyes lit up, and he squeezed hard on the stone in his palm.

"I don't hate him anymore, but it's not over yet."

"What Nunn and I started back then," Kaslan said struggling, tears welling up in his eyes: "It's not over yet."

"What Nuen couldn't do, what Nuen gave up, what Nuen dared not face," Kaslan coughed fiercely, his face turned pale, and tremblingly said, "I will make it happen for him... for He is faithful."

"That's what the rest of my life is about."

Michael looked at him in disbelief.

Nikolai pressed his shoulder tightly, hung his head and said nothing.

Only the fists kept tightening.

at this moment.

"Boss."

Michael, lying on the ground, made a low voice.

"When you know that you are betraying him and His Majesty by doing this," Michael's expression was sad and painful, and his words were broken: "What kind of feeling?"

Nicolai couldn't help but glanced at Michael.

Kaslan turned his gradually cloudy eyes away.

He grinned his lips and asked back with a half-smile, "Have I betrayed him?"

Michael froze.

silence.

"correct."

"I thought of it, Stab." The old man's eyebrows moved.

Nicolai raised his head and looked at Kaslan with a complicated expression.

Caslan's eyes slowly lost sight, and the corner of his mouth no longer vomited blood.

"The name of your finishing power," Kaslan looked at the ceiling, forced a smile, and said softly, "Why don't you just call it..."

"A twist of fate."

Both Nicolai and Michael paused slightly.

"Hey," a second later, the meteorite snorted coldly with disdain: "What kind of ghost name is this..."

"Da da!" A small voice came, blocking Nicolai's words in his throat.

Nicolai and Michael shuddered together.

The stone engraved with two villains just rolled off Kaslan's hands.

The two turned their heads slowly.

I saw the legend of the White Blade Guard, Kaslan Rumba, who shook the ground, was lying quietly on the weapon rack with his eyes closed, without saying a word or responding.

Michael looked at Kaslan, who was no longer moving, with a dazed expression.

Silence lasted several seconds.

Until Nikolai slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the stone in his hand.

On the back of the stone, there is a sentence with typos engraved crookedly:

Caslan Paulo Thalia

Nikolai's eyes narrowed, he turned his head abruptly, and clenched the stone in his hand.

"Boom!"

The meteorite gritted his teeth and kicked the weapon rack next to him fiercely.

He lay back, turned his head away from Michael and Caslan, scratched his face, breathed heavily, and his chest heaved and heaved.

"Fuck." Nikolai whispered vaguely.

The brazier that was just lit became more and more prosperous.

In the armory, two middle-aged men collapsed to the ground, silent.

Beside them, the aged warrior fell into a deep sleep.

No more waking up.