Kingdom’s Bloodline

\u003c"readability-styled"style=":inline;"\u003eThelma looked at him with a slightly hazy eyes,

"But they did nothing wrong, didn't they?" She shook her head with a grin, raised her right hand, and looked at the 'triumph' ring on her thumb: "I don't even..."

"Little slick!"

Thales interrupted her harshly by using that long-ago name again.

The girl raised her head in a daze.

"No, Thelma."

"Even if you can't choose who you want to be..."

"But at least, don't be what they want you to be."

Thales stared at her firmly: "Please, don't become like that."

But Selma was only slightly taken aback, and shook her head sarcastically: "It's useless, as the Grand Duchess of the Northland, my future path is already doomed...even if it's not this time."

She said disappointedly: "I thought about it: marry a local nobleman, give birth to a male heir, and then be politely sent to a secluded place until I grow old..."

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

Selma stared blankly at the second prince.

Watch him grab his right hand.

"Little slick!"

Thales looked at her seriously, and moved "Triumph" to the center of their eyes.

"Even if you are a woman, you can live a wonderful life! I only know one such woman."

"Ah, the lady Jenny Barkwell who taught you swordsmanship and etiquette," Selma said with a smile, shaking her head, "I've heard you say it a thousand times—to get rid of the shackles of the family, to stand alone in the royal capital, and to eat with knives and long swords. A legendary woman with excellent swords? But she is special, and she is not a lord..."

"No, not her."

Thales spoke decisively, stopping Selma's words.

"I'm talking about another young girl."

Thelma was slightly taken aback.

Her wrist held by Thales trembled slightly:

"You mean...young girl?"

"Yes," Thales nodded firmly. "She is also the last orphan of a great family. She survived the war and riots. She inherited the title at the age of three and led a party."

Selma didn't refute him anymore, but looked at the prince with doubts and inquiries.

Thales took a deep breath and recalled the autumn and winter six years ago: "When I first saw her, she was about the same age as you are now, fifteen or sixteen years old, young, young, and even a little immature."

"But at that time, she was already a big shot in her own right: I still remember the scene where she crossed the entire hall of stars, faced the monarchs, ministers and people of a country, and shocked the audience with sonorous and powerful words."

Thales said in a trance: "And when she walked into the hall heroically in that casual purple-black hunting suit, the crowd of people in the hall consciously backed away to make way for her."

"At that time, some people laughed at her, despised her, despised her, and looked down on her, 'How can the stars be ruled by ignorant women and children?'"

"And that girl, she just walked slowly like that, with a cold face, walking in small steps, elegant and aloof, and said what she wanted to say without caring, whether it was ridicule or condemnation, whether it was support or opposition."

"Two important imperial earls could only walk behind her, one with a murderous look, and the other with a noble face—but they couldn't cover up her brilliance, but were almost unnoticeable by her aura."

"The moment she waved her long sleeves and spoke in a cold voice, it seemed that all the people in the audience became her foil—whether the king or the duke, no matter the noble or the commoner."

Selma was a little surprised when she heard his narration: "What you said is..."

Thales gritted his teeth and nodded.

"The Kingdom of the Stars, guarded by the Blade Leader."

"Duchess—Lyanna Turbuck."

The prince narrowed his eyes: "As far as I know, she is still an unmarried woman, under the emblem of the blood moon, supporting the Tebak family among the six giants, guarding and ruling the Blades.

"

Thales turned his head abruptly, looking at the dazed Thelma:

"What she can do, you can too."

"One day, you will also be able to rely on your own strength and not need to rely on anyone to stand alone at the top of Dragon Clouds City and win everyone's respect!"

Thales took a breath and looked at the girl's face firmly: "One day, you will be able to tell the vassals of Dragon Clouds in a grand manner: the person who rules them..."

"It's a grand duchess."

Selma looked at Thales, and then smiled helplessly after being stunned.

"It's too difficult," the girl sighed, "I can't do it..."

Thales shook his head and said resolutely: "It's not difficult, the real difficulty is that you think you can't do it—that's why your vassals feel that Dragon Clouds City under your rule is not safe."

Thelma blinked, looking at the prince with softer and brighter eyes.

"I still remember that little cunning guy who was desperate to drag me out of the disaster..."

"I also remember that little slick guy who came out of the fireplace and nervously recited his lines to save me..."

"At that time, the girl said without hesitation: It was too difficult."

Selma didn't speak, she just watched Thales hold her hand silently.

"Thelma, remember: choose who you want to be."

"If you don't want to be a vase at the mercy of others..."

The prince squeezed her hand tightly, and his tone was unquestionable: "Then don't act like a vase!"

Thelma stared blankly at the prince.

A few seconds later, her originally misty and scattered eyes refocused.

"If you don't want to hastily marry a man who is good enough to be your father, and live on your own belly..."

Taylor's eyes sharpened: "Then reject them!"

"Let's find a way together. Of course, I think Lisbane will help you too."

"As long as you say: you don't want to."

"Then you don't have to marry them."

The two looked at each other and were silent for a long time.

Thales never looked away.

Thelma's eyes flickered, and she seemed a little moved and a little frightened.

Finally, Thelma looked at the resolute prince and took a deep breath.

"Thales." Selma cleared her throat.

"I……"

She seemed hesitant.

Thales gave him an encouraging look.

But the hesitation lasted only three seconds before the girl gritted her teeth and her face tightened.

"Thales," Selma raised her head with serious eyes, "I don't want to..."

"I don't want to marry Earl Hearst."

Thales let out a breath and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

"Neither do I want to marry Count Nagel's son."

"Um!"

"I don't like them," Thelma's words slowly became smooth from the initial stiffness: "I don't want to marry someone else."

Thales looked at her fixedly.

"Very well," the prince raised his eyebrows: "You won't marry them."

Thales shrugged: "Because I don't like them either."

The two looked at each other, and after a few seconds, they burst out laughing together.

call.

Thales sighed slightly in his heart: Now, Puttilai is going to nag me again with the expression of "I knew it would be like this".

We have to think of a reason to convince him that if the Grand Duchess doesn't marry, it will be more beneficial to us...

and……

I have to find time to talk to Lisbane these days.

About Dragon Clouds City.

and the Grand Duchess.

While laughing, Thales let go of the opponent's hand as if nothing happened.

In the library, a maid frowned.

"With all due respect, Miss Jinx, I know the lady's mental state is not very good recently... But their behavior is still a bit too intimate."

"For Your Excellency the Grand Duchess, we should intervene," the maid turned to Lady Jinx and said tactfully, "She needs us now."

Miss Jinx still had the old-fashioned face, she quietly looked at the young prince and the young grand duke in the distance and laughed happily.

"Believe me, for Your Majesty the Grand Duchess," Lady Jinx turned her stern eyes and shook her head: "What she needs most now..."

"not us."

Suddenly, Thelma spoke again.

"Thales."

But this time, she tilted her head slightly, her expression made people feel a little sly: "If I am willing to marry them, marry the vassals of Dragon Clouds... would you still say these words?"

"Will you still prevent me from marrying them?"

Thales was stunned when he heard something.

He shook his shoulders: "Of course."

The girl smiled slightly.

"On the hearing day, didn't you stand up and speak for me?" Thales scratched his head again: "The friendship of friends is mutual, and it is hard to change."

Thelma's eyes drooped slightly.

Thales scratched his head, looking for a reason in embarrassment: "You know, if you have a local husband from Dragon Clouds out of thin air, then maybe my good life will come to an end...Of course we must do our best to stop it."

"Oh, that's it." The girl's voice fell again.

"By the way, Thales."

Thales blinked, showing doubts.

Thelma looked up.

The Grand Duchess narrowed her eyes intriguingly and asked, "Lyanna, is she pretty?"

Thales' eyelids twitched again.

"I don't really remember."

The prince let out a breath and twitched the corners of his mouth: "The atmosphere was too tense at that time, I just remember my legs were shaking constantly."

Thelma chuckled.

Thales also laughed a few times.

"but……"

His memory immediately returned to six years ago.

Leanna.

Six years ago, she was fifteen.

Now, she should be at her young age, like a flower blooming.

That impressive girl.

"The moment Lyanna spoke, when she released that blade-like gaze and confronted the dukes without showing any weakness..." Thales was lost in thought, and he pictured the heroic figure in his mind. The Maiden Duke: "Even when she confronted Exeter's envoy and ironically satirized Rumba..."

Thelma opened her eyes wide, watching the prince's response.

"I just discovered that words like 'beautiful', 'beautiful', 'beautiful', 'stunning', etc. to describe a beauty are no longer enough to describe her."

"Lyanna at that moment."

Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Like a magnificent diamond reflecting the sun," the prince recalled the past in the Fuxing Palace, while sincerely admiring the heroic Duchess with a blade collar, exhaled: "Dazzling, dazzling, shining .”

"Let people see it and never forget it."

at this moment.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Thales felt a pain in his chest. He twisted his face and opened his eyes, looking at a book that was thrown to his chest.

"The new book arrived today," Selma said coldly, holding a book in her hand as well:

"I dug around and found some places you might be interested in."

"Look, it's a waste of time."

"Didn't we have a good chat just now?" Thales rubbed his chest in pain. He just realized that he had made a mistake, but he was unwilling to reconcile, and was about to argue: "But you can't..."

"Shut up and read a book!"

The grand lady made a straight face, and said fiercely:

"Don't waste time, I have class in a while!"

Thales let out a breath, and rolled his eyes when Thelma lowered her head.

Fierce woman.

The prince lowered his head with a bitter face, straightened his sitting posture, and opened the "Enemy Against the Sky" with the bookmark in his arms.

What book is this?

"Evaluation of Dragon Language?"

Thales turned over the bookmarked page, and was immediately attracted by the title of the chapter.

The prince's face became serious.

According to his habit, he began to study in a low voice.

"'The dragon's throat structure is extremely special, so the pronunciation of the dragon language is extremely complicated, even to the point where it cannot be recorded without a musical instrument..."

"The recorded dragon language can only express a part of the syllables. In the mouth of the giant dragon, most of these dragon language words have another pronunciation and pronunciation that we can't imagine..."

dragon language.

Of course, Thales's six-year life in the library was not just about finding peace.

more importantly……

The prince thought of that night, the huge figure that soared into the sky in the firelight, and thought of all the mysteries of himself, and his heart became heavier.

For six years, he and Selma searched a lot of documents by knocking around, and at least learned the names of fifteen giant dragons in history.

However, among the fifteen names with different characteristics, there was no one he was looking for...

"Except for a few races, such as elves with singing voices comparable to larks, most races cannot rely on sound to communicate and talk directly with dragons face-to-face'," Thales frowned as he read the drawn passage. : "No wonder the queen of the sky wants to communicate with us like that, so we can't speak dragon language..."

hateful.

so……

As long as it is a name pronounced in Dragon Language, is it not a common language, or even a name that humans can read?

In this case……

"Not there!"

Thelma's voice came, seeming quite impatient: "Look through the second bookmark!"

Thales, who had a complicated heart, raised his head angrily: "How would I know if you didn't tell me..."

However, the moment he saw the fierce eyes of the other party, he flinched back again.

The prince obediently opened the second bookmark,:

"'The ancient elves are one of the few races in history that can fight against giant dragons without losing the wind. , the author believes that the dragons must have a different name like "hunting the long ears" or something), the ancient elf kingdom has hunted and killed at least six giant dragons with names and surnames, so they also know the most about the dragons race, even a lot of the author’s information comes from the generosity of a friend in Baishan...’”

Thales narrowed his eyes.

six?

Could it be that what Selma wants to show herself is the list of the six dead dragons?

Selma knew that she had always been interested in dragons, and she often looked up the names of dragons...

But she may not know that the giant dragon she was looking for had lived until now, at least fourteen years ago, when she was born in this world.

And it, no, her name is...

"...The dragon slaying warriors are usually divided into several groups and work together."

"Brappers usually face the enemy head-on and are fully equipped. They usually have a machete that can break gold and a mithril armor with a melting point so high that it can isolate the temperature. They are both offensive and defensive—the author suspects This is the origin of human swordsmanship. At least in terms of spirit and equipment, the swordsmanship used by the Northland Army should learn from the tactics of the booby-slayer troops. The expert in ancient northern history in the Tower of Ascetics and the author of "The Iron Blood King", j.l. Master Mindis held the same view, but Master Lamer, an expert on the history of weapon technology in the Tower of Alchemy, believed that the sword skills used by the Northern Army were mainly influenced by the ancient orc fighting skills against the enemy on the battlefield; "

"Snipers, this unit is responsible for long-range strikes and containment. It is equipped with a variety of special arrows that can affect giant dragons. It holds a foldable long-arm long-range sniper bow, and quickly strikes and suppresses fast-moving air targets. From dragon eyes to Weaknesses such as dragon armpits vary—to this day, the "Wanderer" elf settlements in the green heart province of the empire still retain this bow-making technology, and even influenced the green heart province to become the leading archer in the empire The place of origin, the saying that "the north is strong, the west is ruthless, and the green hills have a strong bow" is widely spread. The grey-haired archer troop handed down from the Romit family is a terrifying existence that takes people's lives hundreds of steps away. I believe This has something to do with the sniper killing technique of the ancient elf kingdom when hunting dragons (although the gray tents refuse to admit it)...'"

With doubts, Thales became more and more at a loss as he read.

what are these?

How to hunt the dragon?

"The obliterators, these elves with the smallest number of people also undertake the most dangerous tasks. They have to get close to the Achilles' heel of the dragon in battle, and strive to injure or even kill the enemy with one blow. The obliterators are generally the best scouts and vanguards. They went into battle lightly and sneaked close, with only one of the most inconspicuous, yet most expensive, priceless daggers in hand. It is said that this dagger was forged with special and secret materials and methods, and could penetrate dragon scales without hindrance. , but what makes the author puzzled is how such a short sidearm, even though it is so sharp, can pose a fatal threat to a huge dragon..."

"According to the author's research, this legendary side weapon is called 'Dragon Breaker'. It is rare in history. Only the most powerful obliterator is qualified to equip it. It is said that it is a magical weapon. Every time it hurts or even kills a giant dragon , the body of the sword can accumulate the power of the hunted, and thus become "more powerful, sharp, strange, deadly, and full of vitality" - this is the original words in the ancient elf literature, but the author's comment on the last word The translation is still doubtful..."

Seeing this, Thales raised his head to look at Thelma from time to time, but the other party's angry eyes made him have to lower his head again and again.

The prince could only sigh deeply.

All right.

He turns a page.

In the next second, Thales was shocked!

"See?" Selma sighed:

"I was surprised too."

Thales raised his head blankly, and the big book was opened to one page, on which a sketch of a weapon was outlined with simple strokes.

He touched the picture and instantly knew what Thelma wanted him to see.

"This is..." Thales said in a daze.

"Well," Selma nodded solemnly: "According to the above records, it is an elite weapon only owned by the obliterator troops of the ancient elves."

"'Dragon Breaker'."

"More than three hundred years ago, the strong fortress built by King Midil IV on the border between the two countries was named after it."

Thales lowered his head in a daze, looking at the schematic diagram of the weapon drawn on the book in disbelief.

It was a dagger with a strange ball of weight, gems inlaid in the center of the sword grid, and the guard was bent in a reverse arc towards the blade.

He recognized it even though it wasn't colored.

Break... Dragon Breaker?

In Thales' nearly fourteen years of life in this world, he had seen this type of short sword once.

No, he hadn't just seen it.

Six years ago, Thales once held a dagger of the same specification in his hand.

That dagger that was as bright red as blood.

It awoke like a long-sleeping warrior, glowing in its own hands.

It was like a conscious dagger.

It conveys vague syllables and words, calling itself the…

blood brothers.

?? I'm exhausted, sleep.

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