Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales gritted his teeth fiercely and controlled his body movements.

calm!

Calm down, Thales!

This is not a battle of life and death!

"boom!"

In the next second, Nicolai cleverly stepped aside Thales' shield and hit his weapon with a sword!

Thales only felt the long sword in his hand shake violently, and he threw it out instantly.

"Clang!"

Thales' long sword fell to the ground.

He sighed, facing the epee on Nicolai's shoulder, he spread his hands to express his surrender.

The battle is over.

"You really like to be distracted." The meteorite retracted his epee and sneered at him with a sneer: "Just like in the past, do you really enjoy being in a daze in battle?"

Thales showed a helpless smile and did not refute.

Only he knew that just now, "that" came again.

A year ago, Thales also encountered a similar situation in training.

A sparring Northlander split a piece of his shield with a fighting axe, and the splinter hit the Prince's jaw and neck.

At that moment, at the moment when the neck artery was threatened, the sin of Hell River rushed out like a frightened hedgehog!

Thales, who was dizzy, was shocked.

He instinctively knew how to counterattack: quickly dropped the long sword, turned forward, squeezed sideways into the enemy's side when the axe blade scraped his cheek, and punched the enemy's throat with a fist against the danger of being cut by the axe blade !

At that moment, Thales was like a furry beast, with only one thought in mind: fighting.

With the blessing of the crime of prison river, he might be able to severely damage the opponent's throat cartilage with one punch.

Then he was cut into the side by the opponent's ax blade.

If Thales didn't wake up halfway and stop and give up the attack.

In the end, the soldier couldn't control his strength and couldn't stop apologizing for scratching the prince's arm. Everyone thought it was a mistake in training.

But at that time, only Thales, who was in shock, knew that it wasn't the opponent's mistake.

It was his own, a thrilling counterattack that did not go to the end.

At that moment, Thales, who had lingering fears in his heart, deeply realized the essence of the crime of Heihe for the first time, and initially understood Heijian's words: don't use it as a tool, but as a companion worthy of dialogue.

From then on, Nicolai decided to personally serve as Thales' sparring partner—compared with other people, the Extreme Realm can perfectly control the rhythm and intensity of the battle, so as not to cause unnecessary damage.

Also from then on, Thales began to consciously guard against the occurrence of similar situations, so as not to lead to major mistakes.

Time goes back to the present: Thales stroked his heart with apprehension, only feeling that his blood was agitated and it was difficult to calm down.

Just now, when Nikolai's sword wind brushed his forehead, the crime of Hell River was restless like a wild beast whose territory had been violated: it crazily stuffed his leg muscles, and at the same time rushed towards him at a very high speed. The brain paralyzed his sense of fear, and seemed to be urging him desperately: shake off the shield, step on your feet!

With the agility released at that moment, he turned back to face the enemy's sword.

Take risks and fight back!

As long as you fight back...you can...

can...

Thales pressed his forehead and sighed long.

But he can't do that.

The way of thinking at that time, the way of fighting...

too exaggerated.

It's a lose-lose situation.

Hei Jian didn't seem to have said that when the so-called prison river crime was launched, this kind of power of end that would never increase, would there still be this kind of "wildness"?

Thales shook his head, turned his gaze elsewhere, and tried to throw away the thoughts in his mind.

"Hey!"

The voice of the meteorite's dissatisfaction came again.

"You'd better concentrate," Nicolai reprimanded coldly:

"Stop looking at her."

The Meteorite's gaze was particularly gloomy.

Thales was startled, and only then did he realize: Unknowingly, he had shifted his gaze to another pair of people doing outdoor exercises.

Not far from them, the Grand Duchess of Longxiao City,

Selma Walton, wearing a light hunting suit, was learning to use a dagger for self-defense under the guidance of Lord Justin, her cheeks were sweating from the exercise, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Thales sighed: He knew that Nicolai had misunderstood the reason for his distraction.

but……

Thales remembered the penultimate paragraph in Gilbert's letter:

【…In addition, although I am very pleased with your political efforts to strengthen the diplomatic relations between the two countries, I still want to remind you: In dealing with that Ms. Walton, please clearly separate politics and personal feelings . If this can deepen the friendship of the Grand Duchess of Dragon Clouds City, the hand-grinded glasses of the Punk Master Workshop are still affordable no matter how expensive they are. Beautiful, but love is terrible...]

Damn Gilbert...

Isn't he far away in the country of Xingchen? Did he hear some inexplicable rumors...

However, Thales recalled what Puttilai said yesterday, and felt a little dull in his heart.

【That poor little girl...】

[I'm getting married. 】

Thales slowly bent down and picked up the sword on the ground.

"Why?"

Nicolai narrowed his eyes slightly: "What?"

"Six years ago, when King Nun passed away, why were you still willing to be loyal to..." Thales shook the sword in his hand, remembering the night that changed his fate, and said solemnly, "She is obviously not...you know What am I referring to?"

Selma's identity...

Selma's wedding...

The vassals of Dragon Clouds City...

own identity...

After thinking about what happened yesterday, Thales inexplicably felt something strange.

Nicolai's expression changed.

"Be careful with your words, little prince."

A hint of hostility began to seep into the cold tone of the meteorite: "Especially in a city full of hostility towards you."

"Thank you for reminding."

Thales shrugged indifferently, and raised his long sword again: "So, King Nunn has succeeded, and now the Walton family still rules Dragon Clouds City, and you and Lisbane are surrounded by the Grand Duchess."

"But Selma is a grand duchess who lacks prestige...and will even be forced to marry by the local vassals in unison to give birth to a local Walton heir?" The prince gritted his teeth: "Is this really true? You, Lisbane, are you what King Nuen wants?"

The next moment, Nikolai suddenly drew his sword!

Thales, who had been prepared for a long time, took a step back calmly, preparing to remove it with his shield——eh?

This time, Nikolai's epee deflected strangely before hitting the shield!

It seems that there was no effort at all before.

"boom!"

The back of the sword with great force swept Thales' left knee fiercely!

Thales, who lost his balance, staggered, feeling that he was about to fall to the ground, and was shocked in his heart.

The sins of Hell River surged up!

But unexpectedly, long before the crime of prison river came into play, the merciless Nicolai decisively threw away the irreversible epee and punched him in the ribs!

The pain came.

Then came the numbness.

"Clang!"

Thales' shield and long sword both fell to the ground.

"thump!"

His body also crashed to the ground.

Huai Ya and others who were watching the battle exclaimed in unison.

Thales, clutching his abdomen, lay down on the ground dripping with cold sweat, his face twisted and curled up.

Before the crime of prison river could react, he failed completely.

Instantly lost all resistance.

At that moment, Thales's fluke, together with his self-esteem, disappeared.

The little self-consolation of "I just suppressed the crime of prison river" was shattered under Nicolai's merciless attack.

"That's it for today," the Meteorite hummed unceremoniously with a terrifying expression on his face, "Your movements are still in a mess."

"There is hardly a student more stupid than you."

"Also, what about the Grand Duchess has nothing to do with you."

Nicolai left the last sentence, turned and left coldly.

Wyatt and Rolf hurriedly followed, and helped Thales, who was covered in cold sweat and had blue lips.

"That last one, he used the power of the finisher, right?"

That guy... did it on purpose!

Thales rubbed his painful ribs, and said with difficulty: "Is that considered cheating?"

"Bully me without the power to end?"

Wyah and Rolf looked at each other.

"When I have the power to finish..."

Wyatt sighed softly:

"With all due respect, Your Highness, the swordsmanship used by the Northland Army is still a bit... ancient. Under normal circumstances, if you can't awaken the corresponding ending power before the age of eighteen..."

"What's more... Even if you awakened the power of termination, facing an existence like the Meteorite, most likely..."

The unlucky Thales could only heave a long sigh.

After the outdoor training, Thales approached Selma in two or three steps.

Looking at this girl with a flushed face who had just finished training, the prince once again ignored the dissatisfied gazes of Lady Jinx and the two maids, and leaned closer to her ear.

"Selma, listen," Thales said seriously and seriously, "We need to talk in the afternoon."

"It's in the library."

Selma, who was arranging her clothes, frowned, lowered her head habitually, and whispered:

"About what?"

"About us...ahem, in fact, it's about your marriage. I always feel that there..."

Thelma's complexion instantly became ugly, and the pince-nez on her face trembled slightly.

The girl pouted and looked at Thales with dissatisfaction.

"What's there to say, this has nothing to do with you..."

At this moment, a deep, gentle, yet powerful voice came from behind.

"Ma'am! Your Excellency!"

The tone of the Regent of Lisbane was so dignified that Thales could feel the same even ten steps away: "Sorry to bother you."

Accompanied by his entourage, the Lisban Regent with gray hair but still steady steps came slowly with a serious face.

The old regent stopped firmly in front of them.

The Earl first glanced at Thales next to the Grand Duchess with a scrutinizing gaze, and the profound meaning in his eyes made the prince feel a shudder on his back.

Only then did Lisbane look away, bowed respectfully to Thelma, and then nodded slightly to Miss Jinx: "Please change your clothes immediately, a formal dress is needed."

Selma frowned slightly: "Now?"

Lisbane nodded: "We have very important guests who need to be received immediately."

Thales' heart sank: he subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Thelma took a deep breath, and according to the habit of six years, she also respectfully returned: "Of course."

Thales closed his mouth, a little annoyed: It seems that he can only wait for the afternoon...

But his thoughts were interrupted.

"Please change your clothes immediately, Prince Thales." Regent Lisbane's eyes fell on him again.

Thales' heart almost missed a beat.

"What?" The prince opened his eyes wide in surprise, "I want to go too?"

This time, Regency Lisbane's eyes seemed to be softer, no longer the polite but indifferent scrutiny of the past.

It is a reminder and warning full of worries.

"The guests this time, they specifically named them and want to see you." Lisbane said lightly.

"Who?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

Lisban's face remained unchanged, but he clenched his hands: "I believe that you are no stranger to them."

Just listen to the Earl speak word by word:

"Second Assistant Advisor to the Imperial Council, His Majesty Charmain's Goose Handler - Viscount Elassa Cambida of Menton City."

"The king's personal guard and officer, the deputy commander of the White Blade Guard——Lady Croeshy Michael."

"Both have come to Dragon Clouds City this morning."

At that moment, Selma and Thales were both moved.

Listening to the count's words, including Nicolai who was wiping his hands in the distance, and Rolf and Wyah who were chatting against the wall, they were all taken aback.

"They brought greetings and concerns from His Majesty Charmain," Lisbane's words were full of chills and vigilance: "as well as important information."

"I want to convey it to you in person."

At that moment, Thales, who couldn't hide his strange look, turned his head subconsciously, looked at Puttilai beside him, and wanted to ask him for advice.

However, the thin lord was still smoking his pipe leisurely, his expression unchanged.

It seems no surprise.