Kingdom’s Bloodline

That afternoon, Thales walked out of the Blood Courtyard with his long sword and shield in hand, and was accompanied by his guards and attendants to the training ground.

He stepped on the floor tiles under his feet, walked over every step, and walked through the plants and trees of the Palace of Heroes, looking at the palace guards or the Grand Duke's personal guards who looked like sculptures or ferocious ones, and watched them open the way for themselves competently and Shouyu.

these things...

these people……

this place……

And I.

Thales gritted his teeth lightly.

"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

Thales came back to his senses and looked at Wyah suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"Since yesterday," the prince's attendant looked worried, he looked around, and then whispered: "Especially after talking with the people in Heisha collar."

Thales' feet stagnated slightly, and he stopped.

Following the prince's sudden stop, the surrounding Grand Duke's guards seemed to feel something abnormal. They spontaneously opened up their formation, pressed their weapons, and guarded any entrance and exit that could break into the prince's side from outside the courtyard.

Of course, the reverse direction is also the same.

"His Royal Highness?" Lord Justin's question came from the guard.

Thales frowned.

The ubiquitous guards used to make him feel at ease, but now...

After the upheaval six years ago, he has never felt that the current scene is so glaringly inconsistent.

"Just a moment, my lord, say a few words." Thales raised his hand and said loudly.

Lord Justin waved his hand in the distance, and the surrounding atmosphere relaxed a bit. .

The prince turned his head and forced a smile at Huai Ya.

"Is it so obvious?"

It seems that I still need to practice more.

Wyah's side,

Rolf hummed inexplicably and made a gesture:

【fine. 】

Thales raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Then I'm relieved."

Huai Ya looked at the communication between the two, and sighed: "Others may not be able to see it, but..."

He frowned, looked at the prince worriedly, and didn't say any more.

Thales smiled helplessly.

"Huaiya, Midilla," the prince called the two names, put the long sword on the ground, and sighed: "Have you ever experienced this scene: When you wake up one day, you suddenly find that your long-standing ally, They may all be your enemies."

Huai Ya froze for a moment, then he looked around keenly.

It was Rolf who snorted coldly and signed in sign language:

[Look at my legs. 】

Seeing the hatred in the eyes of the Ghost with the Wind, Thales couldn't help but frowned.

"Relax, Midilla," he shook his head: "You have made a choice, you don't have to live for the past."

Rolf didn't speak, just stared at him.

"Your current state is very worrying to me, Your Highness," Wyatt said with an increasingly ugly expression, "If we can share your worries..."

"Wyah." Thales interrupted him.

The prince showed a bitter yet leisurely smile: "I remember you said: Treat every farewell as a farewell, so as not to miss our lives?"

Huai Ya slightly nodded: "From my teacher, she is a respectable person."

"Yes," Thales chewed on this sentence, chuckled, and put on an expression of approval:

"Life is wonderful, and it really shouldn't be missed."

The attendant and the ghost with the wind were taken aback.

"Where's Putillai?" the prince asked calmly.

Huai Ya frowned: "He has his own business and went out early in the morning."

"Is that so..." Thales pondered for a few seconds, then raised his head: "Get ready."

Huai Ya looked puzzled: "What are you going to prepare?"

Thales shook his head: "Don't ask."

"No matter what is about to happen, don't panic," he sighed: "Trust me, trust your prince."

After the two of them looked at each other in blank dismay, the second prince took a deep breath and started walking towards the training ground again.

Only then did the hordes of the Grand Duke's personal guards follow up, with neat movements and crisp steps.

On the training ground, Nicolai, who was dressed neatly in military uniform, lifted the ax in his hand and squinted at Thales who had just arrived:

"I heard that you caused trouble for Lisbane again yesterday—in Longxiao City, were you leisurely talking with the people from Heisha collar?"

Thales adjusted his breathing, moved his joints, and calmly looked at the pale man in front of him.

Meteorites.

The one who took the life of Horace Brightstar.

What kind of person is he?

The prince thought of the arrogance and arrogance of the other party when they intercepted him outside Longxiao City, the ferocity and ruthlessness when they threatened him in the Palace of Heroes, the ruthlessness when he watched that scene in the Hall of Heroes, and the time when he single-handedly blocked the enemy in front of the city gate. tenacious and heroic.

In his eyes, what kind of existence am I?

And now...

"Dragon Clouds City has enough troubles of its own, and there is no need for me to cause trouble." Thales finished his warm-up and walked onto the training ground expressionlessly. A dozen steps away from them, Selma had already started Practiced dagger self-defense.

Meteor narrowed his eyes: "Yeah, because you are a big trouble."

"Hey," Thales snorted softly, raised his shield, tapped on the surface of the shield, and made a gesture: "I forgive you graciously, Your Excellency, maybe one day I will still miss that one of yours." Smelly mouth."

Nikolai was taken aback for a moment, and then raised his mouth: "You are extraordinarily talented today."

"Come on," Thales said calmly, but his eyes were solemn, and said softly, "This is the time for you and me to fight, don't be careless."

The next moment, the Meteor's ax struck out like thunder!

Thales, who had expected this for a long time, observed the opponent's footsteps calmly, and was not confused by the feint.

He took a step back, not in a hurry to grab it, but steadily resisted the second wave of attack hidden under the axe.

Boom!

Thales held the opponent's ax blade, and grinned: "Ha, as long as you master the rules, it's not so difficult to dodge your strange movements...uh!"

Following the prince's muffled groan, Nicolai retracted his ax handle indifferently: "You are dead."

"It's the power of the end again," Thales gritted his teeth in cold sweat and his face was ashen, and breathed out two words:

"How cunning."

"Pay attention to your footsteps," Nikolai replied indifferently, swinging his single-edged axe, "I haven't used the 'Fate's Fold' yet, this is just a foretaste - the power of the end is not only A momentary life-saving straw, it will shape a person's fighting style for a long time."

Thales covered his abdomen in pain, and stepped back again and again: "Is this your style? Floating around, unpredictable movements?"

"There is only one family in the Northland," Nikolai swung the ax in his hand with a touch of arrogance, then miraculously changed direction suddenly on the road, turned back to the left, spun around his wrist, and then Caught firmly by the owner: "You should be honored, because most of the people who have seen it are dead."

Thales let out a breath, relieved the pain in his abdomen, frowned and looked at the other party, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "So, the former captain of King Nun's personal guard, Commander White Blade... even in battle, you Also very good at acting, used to cheating, right?"

Nicolai's complexion changed slightly.

"You still have the leisure to provoke your opponent. It seems that you are very confident."

"In the past, you died thirty times before the training was over, but today I'm in a good mood." The Meteor looked at Thales coldly, and snorted softly, "How about relaxing to a hundred times?"

With a bad complexion, he slowly raised the axe.

at this moment.

"They know."

Thales leaned on his sword and leaned on his shield, speaking intentionally or unconsciously.

Nicolai frowned slightly: "They? Know what?"

The prince took a breath and looked up at the meteorite in front of him.

"They already know," Thales looked solemnly into Nicolai's sharp eyes, "know that Selma Alex Suriel Walton is not of the real Walton bloodline." .”

At that moment, the area around them seemed to be frozen in time.

Nikolai's eyes paused in the air for a few seconds, his lips parted slightly, and the muscles on his pale face trembled slightly.

Thales patted his shield, looking back at him calmly but not without worry.

"You mean..." The Meteorite's face was ugly, but he quickly realized: "Yesterday, Heisha collar?"

"Is that what they told you?"

Thales nodded expressionlessly.

Nikolai stared at him, motionless, even the heavy ax froze in mid-air.

He had the look of a sailor with a lone sail at sea who just found out that the bottom of his boat was leaking.

"The only good thing is," Thales looked at the face of the meteorite and exhaled, "he won't use this to blackmail us easily."

Facing the puzzled and worried Nicolai, Thales tapped his shield lightly: "The Grand Duchess is one of the people who chose the king at the beginning, and she is a crucial vote for the new king. The legitimacy and validity of the king election."

"Once she loses her throne due to blood, King Charmain's crown will also crumble—that's the only reason we're still safe."

Nicolai didn't seem to have recovered from the shock just now, he murmured: "So..."

Thales nodded heavily: "The current situation is like that of us——Dragon Clouds City and Heisha Ling have a sword parked at the throat, and the hilts are held in each other's hands, ready to destroy each other at any time."

The silence lasted for a long time.

Until Thales stepped forward without warning, the shield leaned forward, and the long sword stabbed out!

clang!

Nikolai, who was distracted, still had terrible instincts and consciousness. At an astonishing speed, he backhanded an axe, split Thales' long sword, and then swung forward, putting his elbow against the prince's shield!

Thales' hands trembled, and his vision blurred.

thump!

There was a slight exclamation from the crowd watching the battle.

By the time Thales reacted from the pain and saw clearly, he had been crushed to the ground by the meteorite, and his sword and shield had been dropped.

The handle of the ax in Nicolai's hand was firmly pressed against Thales' chest.

"Rumba and Black Sand Collar," Nicolai continued to increase the strength in his hands, and he gritted his teeth close to Thales' ear:

"How do they know?"

Thales twisted his face and moved his throat out of the range of the ax handle.

"Cambida mentioned the dark room," the prince struggled to squeeze out the words, "I guess Mrs. Kashan hasn't been idle these few years..."

Boom!

Nicolai punched coldly, hitting the floor beside Thales' ear, and got up from his body.

"How is it possible?" Nikolai frowned, and reached out his hand to Thales, who was panting on the ground.

Thales took a few breaths, but he still stared at the face of the meteorite.

you know.

You knew it back then: the Scarlet Witch knew the secret.

But your response is "how is that possible?"

The suspicion in his heart deepened, Thales took a deep breath.

"I recognize your expression, and I am very familiar with it," the prince grabbed Nicolai's hand and stood up with strength: "It was surprise and doubt."

Thales patted the dust all over his body, turned his head, and said solemnly:

"But not worry and nervousness."

"You still seem to be full of confidence, don't worry too much, Lord Nicolai."

Nicolai's breath paused slightly: "What are you talking about?"

"You remind me of Lord Nicolai six years ago," Thales repeatedly called the meteorite's official title, unknowingly tightening the dignified atmosphere again: "When we were with the old king and the Grand Duchess, When witnessing that scene together in the Hall of Heroes, there should be no fifth person."

Thales sighed, he picked up his sword, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Theoretically, no one else should know the secret of 'little slippery head'."

Nikolai handed over the ax to his left hand, his eyes gradually became terrifying.

"What are you trying to imply?"

Thales snorted, lowered his head and said softly:

"Do you still remember? It was still six years ago, when we met Mrs. Kashan in the secret passage under the city gate..."

The Meteor's brows became tighter and tighter.

"Among so many people, you are the only one who has had a secret deal with the Dark Room and the Scarlet Witch Lady Kashan, Seri Nicolai."

Thales sighed, his eyes still on the other party's face, refusing to let go of the slightest detail: "The content of your transaction is still doubtful. Yesterday, the leader of Heisha learned the truth about the Grand Duchess through the darkroom."

laugh!

Nikolai's ax blade slashed hard into the sand.

An abnormal red color appeared on the pale face of the Meteorite, his eyes were focused, and his tone was full of danger:

"Are you suspicious of me?"

What greeted him was Thales' merciless slashing with both hands!