Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Don't worry."

"The Grand Duchess' hearing will last until the sun goes down. You will have time to go there in the afternoon. I will send someone to tell Viscount Reston."

In the bedroom on the second floor, Thales glanced at the noon sun, twisted a wet towel from the basin, wiped his head and face, and said to Putilai who was sitting behind him.

Looking at the back of the second prince who was much wider and taller than six years ago, the silent Puttilai touched the wrinkles on his face and watched the flame in the pipe slowly go out.

It's hard to imagine, this is the thin boy who couldn't even ride a horse six years ago.

The boy who gritted his teeth and broke into the Palace of Heroes.

Thales pressed the towel on his face, and took a long breath: "Believe me, she will not be in a good mood every time she listens to the administration, and the same is true for the Lisbane Regent: If I were you, I would not be too happy." Go early and ask for your own bad luck."

Puttilai started filling the tobacco again, and snorted softly: "I guess, the Grand Duchess Walton is still not on the approval list of many Northlanders, is she?"

Thales raised his eyebrows: "Approved?"

Thinking of what he had seen and heard in the past six years, he couldn't help shrugging.

"Just persuading the directly subordinate vassals of Dragon Clouds City to salute the new Grand Duchess at the funeral of King Nun has almost exhausted the prestige of Lisbane's more than 20 years of prime ministership—this is even including the king's Under the circumstances that the five grand dukes in the country endorsed her."

Thales recalled that very weird funeral: King Nun, whose eyelids were covered with gold coins, held a sword in his arms, lying quietly in the center of the Hall of Heroes, the sutures on his neck were tightly covered by the collar, and the vassals He walked forward slowly with shock and depression, glanced at the new juvenile lord in disbelief, and then looked angrily and incomprehensibly at Lisban, who was beside him with a livid face—as if the latter had betrayed them.

The prince snorted softly, threw the towel into the washbasin, walked to the single room, and while unbuttoning the shirt and the tie rope, he sighed: "As the Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds, she has been The situation can be imagined.”

Outside the cubicle, Puttilai stood up and nodded thoughtfully.

"In contrast, as a hostage prince in the heart of an enemy country..." The former Xingchen deputy envoy walked to the window and glanced at the guards everywhere in the backyard: "At least they value you very much."

"If you mean from the corridor to the roof of the hall, from the balcony to the courtyard, the dense palace guards and the Grand Duke's personal guards..." Thales took off his underwear, and touched the circular burn on his chest with his fingers inadvertently. Can not help but trigger a memory of the past.

Sighing, he picked up a new underwear and pulled it over his body.

"Let me put it this way, after Nun's assassination six years ago, that dead-faced Nicolai became more and more neurotic, wishing to turn the Palace of Heroes into a prison where no traffic was allowed, or a barracks patrolling day and night."

While wearing his clothes, Thales said helplessly: "No matter where I go, they will probably turn it upside down three days in advance."

Putilei looked at the guards standing in the corridor and nodded lightly: "I'm glad to hear that the meteorite is so responsible."

"When you see his appearance, you won't think so. The people before you have been angered by him," Thales in the cubicle put on his blouse, grabbed the complicated belt hanging on the wall, The j dagger above made him frown slightly again:

"Viscount Coney's mission was the time when the horse was sent from China. Nicolai almost cut up the horse and sewed it back to me."

Thales skillfully wrapped the belt around, buttoned four buttons, and then sat down to put on his boots.

Puttilai turned back from the window and exhaled a smoke ring without any scruples.

The prince's desk was full of books, some half-opened, some with bookmarks, and many notes.

Three sheathed swords are neatly placed on the sword stand at the side, and two shields are stacked against the sword stand.

Putillai raised the corner of his mouth.

His gaze shifted to Thales' bed,

The bedding and pillows above were as clean as new.

Probably because of frequent washing... Puttilai thought so.

But his eyes moved to the corner of the wall not far from the bed. Ordinary people may not notice it, but Puttilai, who is keen, found that this corner of the wall is brighter and brighter than the wall next to it.

It just fits the area where a person lies against the corner of the wall.

Putilai narrowed his eyes.

After a few seconds, he sighed silently.

"Your Highness," Puttilai's mood inexplicably calmed down, and his tone was serious: "How have you been these past few years?"

The voice in the compartment paused for a few tenths of a second.

It was as if the people in the cubicle were thinking about the answer.

"Ha," came the prince's exhalation, sounding nonchalant, "Regular work and rest time, magnificent scenery of the Northland, personal security guards, no need to worry about the danger of life, no need to face old and cunning enemies..."

"The only thing to worry about is a little girl and her ladies, plus a dead face and a bad old man regent..."

In the cubicle, Thales tied his bootlaces, his breathing slowed down, and his face was silent: "Why not?"

why not?

Putilai didn't speak.

"but……"

A few seconds later, Thales, who was fully dressed, pushed open the door of the cubicle and walked into the bedroom.

He raised his head, looked at Putile in front of the desk, and said sincerely: "It's still nice to meet you, Putile."

"In Dragon Clouds City, you don't see old friends every day."

Especially those who have shared hardships.

Thales added a sentence in his heart.

He picked up a hand and a half from the stand, tested the weight, and slipped it into his belt.

"I really want to say that I do too, Your Highness," Puttilai smiled, "but you know, I'm not used to too provocative dialogue."

Thales sneered upon hearing this.

"So, where have you been for the past six years?" The young prince stood in front of the full-length mirror and pulled his collar casually: "I thought at the time that you would stay with me in Dragon Clouds—as Gilbert Appointed teacher."

Puttilai bit his own pipe, tilted his mouth and hummed softly.

"Speaking of the teacher, I heard that you have caused a lot of trouble to the teachers in Dragon Clouds City?" He said calmly, as if he didn't hear Thales' question.

Thales blinked and did not continue to ask about his whereabouts in the past six years.

"First of all, I'm not very used to the lectures given by many people, and I'm a straightforward person," he shook his hair, thinking it was almost done. "Secondly, I don't think that's the education that a grand duke should have..."

Thales' voice became softer unknowingly.

Puttilai spat out his pipe: "What?"

The young prince shook his head, and cleared out the scenes of several classes in his mind: "It's nothing, you can just think that I don't like them."

Puttilai looked at him and chuckled lightly.

"About your education, the country is also very troublesome," the thin Lord said indifferently: "So, I came here this time and specially invited a teacher for you."

"Hired a teacher?" Thales frowned slightly: "I thought you were going to teach me yourself?"

"I'll just teach you to be a gloomy prince full of scheming and scheming," Puttilai laughed, "At most I can teach you to sing a few bardic poems with colors—Gilbert will probably kill me. "

Thales followed him with a dry laugh, then his face darkened.

"You should know that King Charman doesn't allow people from the stars to come and teach me."

Thales sighed slightly: "He refused to let any star people interfere in the education of Prince Star."

The prince remembered the scene of being educated by the nobles of the North with that girl

Ext people, they teach common language with northern accent and even orc language, they also teach the history and traditions of the north, recite the importance of the thirty-eight outposts and the danger of Broken Dragon Fortress, but they don't teach the ancient imperial language, Not to teach the history of the empire, not to teach the past of the stars, not even to teach Elvish and noble rhetoric-everything that Gilbert handed over to him in Mindis Hall.

Thales shook his head helplessly.

Fortunately, it's quite convenient to practice against the fierce northern warriors and hone the northern military swordsmanship.

"Please don't worry."

"That bachelor comes from the Dragon Kiss Academy of the Principality of Anrenzo, who is highly respected and famous," Puttilai seemed to have foreseen what he was going to say, and let out another smoke ring indifferently: "He will arrive a few days late, and he will arrive at the same time." Lessons for you and the Grand Duchess: and the Regent of Lisbane will only surprise him with his arrival."

Thales paused lightly, with doubts in his eyes: "Dragon Kiss Academy? Highly respected?"

Puttilai stretched out his pipe, and under the brow of the prince who was about to pinch the mosquito, he threw the tobacco on the window sill indifferently.

"When he was young, he used to be the tutor of Gilbert and me," Puttilai said with emotion, "It took a lot of effort for Gilbert and I to convince him."

Putilai and Gilbert's... teacher?

Thales thought of the former foreign minister whom he hadn't seen for many years, and his curiosity grew stronger.

"who is it?"

"You will know," Puttilai said calmly, "Before that, please forgive me for keeping some surprises for you."

surprise?

Thales raised his eyebrows in a direction he couldn't see.

"So, Puttilai."

The second prince narrowed his eyes:

"You came this time to solve my education problem?"

Puttilai snorted lightly with a playful expression, and changed the subject slightly: "Yes, otherwise, in six years, the heir of the Star Kingdom will almost become a Northerner."

Thales rolled his eyes helplessly.

But at the next moment, Puttilai's eyes suddenly glowed with a strange light.

"His Royal Highness Thales," Puttilai tapped his pipe deeply, "Did you miss home in the past six years?"

Thales was stunned.

Home.

Abandoned House, Sunset Bar, Yara.

Thinking of "home", the first words that popped up in his mind were these words.

Maybe... and Gilbert, Ginny, and Yodle?

Thales crossed his arms and sighed.

"I don't know," he forced a smile, "I haven't been in Xingchen for a long time, so I have a very shallow impression of it."

Putilei looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

Thales, who was originally a little sad, was a little puzzled by him.

"Very good." Puttilai's eyes were deep, staring at his eyes: "Then it's time to strengthen it."

Thales was stunned.

After a few seconds, the prince who understood what happened sighed.

"Secret science?" Thales lowered his head and asked softly.

Putile whistled lightly: "Otherwise?"

The prince's expression froze.

After a while, Thales snorted with a half-smile, drooping his face:

"I really don't know whether to be happy or sad."

Thales took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, grabbed a book on the desk: "Let's go!"

Puttilai was surprised: "Ah? Where are you going?"

"Ah, didn't I tell you?" The prince turned his head, showing his white teeth: "I'm used to it. Once a month, I go out of the palace to play chess."

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