Kingdom’s Bloodline

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The Palace of Heroes, the dining room of the Grand Duchess.

"I need an explanation - about today's farce."

Thelma stared at the two people in front of her with an ugly face: one of them had a calm expression, and the other had a half-smile.

"Or you can get out of the Palace of Heroes now and settle your own board and lodging—the two of you."

The Grand Duchess said coldly.

"Wow," Ian Ronnie, the heir to the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City, leaned on the backrest in the most comfortable position, looked at the angry grand duchess with interest, and turned his head to ask Thales who was thinking: " Is that what you told me 'she's very talkative'?"

Thales took a deep breath.

Well, maybe because, that's coming.

But before he could speak, Thelma's anger suddenly rose.

"You, Your Excellency Ian Ronnie," the Grand Duchess said coldly, "I remember you came to ask for help?"

"Hmm." Ian nodded briskly.

"Just because of your contempt, exaggeration, pretentiousness and rudeness?" Thelma said mercilessly, "And the rare talent that humiliated and offended the entire Dragon Clouds City when we first met?"

"Also, tonight's welcome banquet has been cancelled—because no one is willing to attend unless I agree to their request for a duel at the banquet."

"They're still very enthusiastic. Look, it's a good thing I brought Monty here," the frivolous Viscount smiled and snapped his fingers in front of the grand duchess who was inquiring about his crimes: "The problem is solved."

Seeing the other party's frivolous attitude, Thelma's face became even uglier.

"Enthusiasm? Do you know how ugly the scene was after you left, and how many nobles expressed their indignation to me?"

Thales swore that with his sensitive hearing, he heard the sound of the Grand Duchess grinding her teeth behind her lips: "You have to be thankful that they disarmed before entering the palace."

"Ah," Ian shrugged at Thales with a nonchalant look on his face: "Hypocritical and old-fashioned Northlanders."

"With this energy,

Why don't you go to Heisha collar and kill the king? "

Thelma was furious. She took a breath and stared at the nonchalant Ian.

"Oh, you also know that the envoys from Heisha are in the city, and they will know everything that happened today, and pass it back to Heisha City and the king?"

"And do you know how many of the vassals of Dragon Clouds City will change their attitude towards Qiyuan City and Heisha collar because of your actions today?"

Hearing Heisha Ling's name, Ian's pupils froze.

He nodded slowly on the backrest.

"That's a problem."

He turned to Thales, his eyes focused: "But we will solve it, right?"

But Thales just didn't say a word. He clasped his hands tightly and leaned against the dining table, pressing his knuckles from time to time—this was a habit he learned from the bald Grand Duke of Lecco six years ago.

Thelma seems to have had enough of arguing with the heir to Qiyuan City.

"Thales, this meeting was arranged by you," the Grand Duchess adjusted her glasses, staring dissatisfiedly at Thales, who seemed to be in deep thought with a calm face:

"Say something!"

Ian showed a silent strange smile, imitating Selma's angry expression, deliberately showing resentful eyes, turning his head to Thales and making a silent mouth shape: say something.

This makes Thelma's anger soar to the top:

"If you are the only ones who come to ask for help from Qiyuan City, then you can now..."

"Selma."

Thales spoke softly.

He raised his eyes and looked across the table at Miss Selma, her cheeks puffed up with anger.

"Calm down, you are the Grand Duchess, there is no need to get angry easily."

Ah, it was this girl who rejected his impulsive proposal a few days ago and proposed to stay in Dragon Clouds City and face all unknowable dangers.

That little slick.

He will miss her.

Thales slowly curled the corners of his mouth, unconsciously showing a smile.

Thelma, who was originally angry, was a little embarrassed by his staring.

She remembered the way Thales taught her to calm down, and took a few deep breaths.

"I...I think," the girl unconsciously looked away, snorted, and gave Ian a smirking look, but her tone was much gentler: "Maybe we shouldn't waste any more time. "

Ian raised his eyebrows. He looked at Thales, who had a calm expression, and then at Selma, who turned his head, showing a dazed expression.

He yawned, struggled from the back of the chair as if it took a lifetime of effort, lazily picked up a piece of cheese from the table, and muttered to himself while chewing: "I knew I found the right person." ..."

Thales came back to his senses under the reminder of Ian's yin and yang.

The prince coughed and asked calmly:

"The Earl of Lisbane is not here?"

"Charles said he was going to appease the nobles." Thelma shook her head, still immersed in dissatisfaction: "He also said that he hoped that at the next hearing, facing the earls, you can still behave So easy."

Thales stared.

Ian stopped chewing the cheese in his mouth.

"The next political hearing..."

"So he understands," the prince said softly, "As expected of Dragon Eye."

Selma showed a confused look: "What?"

"Maybe Monty told him something." Ian started chewing the cheese again, but his brows were already wrinkled: "That big mouth, on the way, he heard that I was coming to propose marriage."

Hearing the word "marriage proposal", Selma let out a heavy breath, her eyes became dangerous again:

"You two, what are you talking about?"

Thales didn't speak, but his thoughts turned faster and faster.

Only Ian swallowed the cheese in his mouth forcefully, tilted his head, and smiled disapprovingly: "It seems that you are not as smart as you look, ma'am."

"Sure enough, beauty and wisdom are the same..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he offended the Grand Duchess again.

"And you are more annoying than your nickname." Selma said coldly.

Ian was slightly taken aback at first, then he smiled and shrugged cheekily: "It's a great honor."

Thales sighed, determined not to be silent anymore.

"Selma," the prince was sitting upright, looking at the two seriously: "This is Ian Ronnie, representing Qiyuan City."

Following his gaze, Selma and Ian looked at each other, one side was wary and the other didn't take it seriously.

"And he came to propose to you."

Thales said lightly.

Selma didn't move.

But in the next second, the Grand Duchess sneered.

"Really, thank you for your introduction." Selma looked at Thales unkindly, accusations and anger in her eyes were almost overflowing.

She looked at Ian appreciatively, without hiding the disgust in her eyes, and said sarcastically, "At least he's about the same age, right?"

Thales didn't speak.

It was Ian who answered.

"Look, she still doesn't understand," the heir of Qiyuan City didn't even look at the cold-faced Grand Duchess, he smiled contemptuously, shrugged and said to Thales:

"My mother used to say that when a woman is in charge, she'll..."

"I don't know what your mother said, Ian." Thales turned his head abruptly and interrupted him coldly.

Ian froze slightly, and his raised finger stopped in mid-air.

"To be honest, I don't care," Prince Xingchen said with a serious face, "but if you still want to complete this mission, then show some respect—she is the Grand Duchess of Dragon Clouds City, and she is the key to this chess game."

He watched Ian slowly put away his playful eyes, and said in a deep voice, "He's also my friend."

Ian froze.

"And you, Selma," Thales looked seriously into the eyes of the Grand Duchess, "please believe me, we are standing on the same side of the chessboard."

"This guy is like this, we have to get used to it..."

Thelma snorted softly, as if she still felt angry with Ian.

But she didn't speak any more.

Ian breathed lightly, frowned, and seemed to understand: "Oh."

The next moment, Ian leaned back, leaned close to Thales' ear, stretched out his hand to block the sight of the Grand Duchess, and said in a low voice, "Why, you haven't tamed her yet?"

This time it was Thales' turn to be stunned.

The serious look on his face hadn't disappeared yet, he just asked in surprise: "What?"

tame?

Ian sighed, with regret that he hated iron but not steel.

Selma showed a suspicious look, looking at the two who were secretly biting their ears.

"You know, you are the one who helped her up," Ian suppressed his voice, his tone was full of annoyance and dissatisfaction: "And it's been six years, my lord! Even a princess of a country doesn't have to do this How long?"

Thales blinked, and seemed to understand a little bit.

"Men will be more or less special to the first woman, but," Ian continued to say sadly with his mouth upturned and a bitter face, as if he had been through it: "Don't let her crawl on the bed unless she is on the bed." Come on your head..."

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, accompanied by Ian's painful groan.

The successor of Qiyuan City twisted his face, and sat back on his chair with his stomach in his arms, with a look of pain of being betrayed.

After Ian and Thales, Selma was also stunned.

She looked at this and then that puzzledly: "You..."

"He has some stomach pains, and he's fine now," Thales retracted his elbow without changing his face, without looking at Ian who was pale and sweating: "Let's get back to business."

"Selma," the prince took a deep breath, leaned closer to the table, and said seriously: "You have to know, it's a marriage proposal—but first of all, it's impossible for him to make a successful proposal."

Thelma's eyes moved.

"Dragon Clouds City has only one direct system ruler left, and without external force or pressure," Thales slightly exerted force on his palm, shaking off the suggestion that Nuen had given him in his mind: "On the inside and on the outside, In reason and reason, it is impossible for you to marry an outsider who has considerable power."

"For the vassals of Dragon Clouds City, this is tantamount to attracting terrifying foreign enemies out of thin air and taking away power from them. For the Grand Dukes of Exeter, this means that Dragon Clouds City and Qiyuan The next successor of the city is likely to combine the two into one, which is equivalent to an imbalance in the balance of power of the ten major territories."

Thales looked at the Grand Duchess sincerely: "And Qiyuan City is not strong enough to ignore or even suppress these objections - no matter whether it is the vassals, the Grand Dukes, or even the king, they will not allow you to get married. "

Listening to the prince's words, Selma was distracted for a moment.

"So, a marriage proposal from an outsider..."

Selma looked at Thales firmly: "They won't allow it, will they?"

"Is it?"

Thales was very uncomfortable being stared at by her, so he quickly looked away.

"So, he spread the word that he came here to propose to me, to..."

His Excellency Ian stroking his stomach with displeasure snorted coldly: "Of course it's to lure us out, but in fact Prince Xingchen, who plays an important role in the politics of Dragon Clouds City: If you want to win over the Grand Duchess, you have to learn from Tyre." Si Canxing strikes."

ah?

Thales paused slightly.

The face of the Grand Duchess turned red which was rare.

After thinking about it, Taylor's face darkened for a moment: "Is this how the rumors spread outside?"

"At least that's what Heisha collar does, isn't it?" Ian sighed and said jokingly:

"In order to win you over, what condition did the king give you? Twenty virgins?"

Thales automatically omitted Ian's joking tone, and his nerves tensed up instantly.

Gave me... what conditions?

It seemed that King Charman's expression of winning and holding him firmly in the palm of his hand appeared before his eyes again.

Thales resisted the urge to see Selma.

Damn.

Don't take this seemingly frivolous son lightly.

"Why," the second prince asked calmly, "do you want to say 'I'll give you double'?"

Ian showed an incomprehensible smile.

"I'm very happy," Ian shook his head as usual, and then slowly added the last sentence:

"If they slap you."

Star Prince responded with an annoyed cold snort.

But when he thought of Luba's words, his heart was cold.

Although not a slap.

But that's about it.

Thelma sighed softly: "Let's get back to business...so the marriage proposal is just an excuse?"

"It's not just an excuse—it can also explain a lot of things," the smiling Ian looked at Thales with a considerate face, and his hands were exaggerated: "Look, when you mention the marriage of the Grand Duchess, bam With a sound, the living Prince Thales appeared."

Thales rubbed his forehead and let out a painful breath.

"How old are you, Ian?"

"Nineteen." Ian still smiled: "It's just one year older than the Grand Duchess."

No, it's four years older.

Thales added silently, looking at Selma tacitly.

"Really," the prince said lightly, "It feels like you've just turned nine years old."

"Ah, in view of your brilliant deeds when you were seven or eight years old," Ian knocked on the table, picked up a piece of buttered bread again, bit it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I take this as a compliment."

Thales exhaled.

He gradually grasped the way to talk to the Viscount of Wind City.

Thales turned his thoughts, recalling the conversation just now.

From the moment he saw Selma, Ian deliberately showed his disdain for the Grand Duchess, but unknowingly asked about the relationship between the Grand Duchess and the vassals of Dragon Clouds City, and about her control over the territory.

He deliberately let the scene get out of control, but actually looked at himself many times, perhaps to observe when he tried to persuade him to fight, so as to perceive his influence on the Grand Duchess, and even made indirect remarks about his actual relationship with the Grand Duchess.

Twice, he tested Heishaling's attitude towards him, and his own attitude towards Heishaling, overtly and secretly.

Thales secretly raised his guard in his heart.

Ian Ronnie.

Seemingly frivolous and uninhibited, the aristocratic brother who is flamboyant.

In fact, the most serious sharp edge is hidden in the words that seem to be jokes.

This "hate".

But for now, that's not a bad thing.

"Let's get down to business," Thales cleared his throat: "Ian sent me a message specifically that he would propose to you."

Thelma's expression was still ugly, but she had already started to listen to Thales' words.

"But as I said, a marriage proposal is simply impossible—I guess he has other matters, and he needs to discuss them with me, with you, in a reliable and credible private setting, outside of the normal diplomatic channels. "

"So I went to the Palace of Heroes ahead of time."

Selma looked suspiciously at Ian.

Ian blinked and swallowed the buttered bread.

"After the meeting, he told me: Qiyuan City is different from other Northland Grand Dukes. Their position and politics are special, and any assistance from the interior of Exeter is of great significance to them."

Not only that, but he kept hinting to himself that, as the future heir of Qiyuan City, he, like Prince Xingchen, was a foreigner who was forced to live among the people of the North.

Thales sighed: "And he also reminded me: He knows that Dragon Clouds City sent troops to aid Qiyuan City is nothing else, but the conflict crisis between the vassals and the Grand Duchess - starting with your marriage. "

At that moment, Thelma's eyes locked on Ian.

"Trust me," His Excellency the Viscount snorted softly, rather disapprovingly: "When it comes to the struggle between the Grand Duke and the vassals..."

He sharpened his gaze: "In the whole of Exeter, I'm afraid there is no place that is more deeply touched than the Ronnie family in Qiyuan City."

Selma looked thoughtfully at Thales, then at Ian.

"So... what do you want?" The Grand Duchess calmed down, and she asked calmly.

Ian smiled.

"He has a proposal," Thales looked at Selma intently:

"An unusual solution to a crisis."

The Grand Duchess bit her lower lip, and seemed more interested in the food on the table.

But Thales knew that she was thinking.

"That's why we don't have time to waste on those boring and redundant ceremonies and banquets." Ian's face lost the cynical look, and he became solemn, no longer paying attention to the food on the table: " This is something we will need to discuss in secret, decide together, and plan ahead — and on a tight schedule.”

"I apologize to you, Your Majesty the Grand Duchess, everything from this afternoon to just now is just a superficial temptation," Ian said in a firm tone: "Please believe that Qiyuan City is not just a seeker who comes to beg for help , In fact, I came here with sincerity, and I also know your current difficulties and embarrassments, and Qiyuan City will use our methods to solve your problems in exchange for your promise and assistance."

"And what I need is just a little trust from you."

No one spoke.

The lights in the dining room flickered slightly, making the shadows of the three people floating.

Like a boat drifting in the waves.

Thelma looked at Thales seriously.

At that moment, Thales somehow remembered the scene of them fleeing desperately in Dragon Clouds City six years ago.

The Prince of Stars nodded to her.

Finally, the Grand Duchess turned her head, serious and calm.

"And what is the way you can help me 'solve the problem'?"

Ian Ronnie from Qiyuan City grinned and nodded slightly to Thales.

The next second, he looked at Thelma gently, spoke softly, and uttered the familiar words again:

"Proposal."