Kingdom’s Bloodline

Selma looked thoughtful. . lwxiaoshuo.

The old earl leaned back slightly, and subconsciously looked at the stone carving of the Dragon Spear in the Cloud above his head.

"Everyone!" Nazel spoke loudly, attracting the attention of the vassals in the hall, not at all like an old man:

"It's been six years, when the power of the Born King is no longer there, due to various reasons, the so-called balance, balance, peace, and tacit understanding of Dragon Clouds City," Nazel looked tired, as if talking to himself: "It was broken long ago."

The hall was silent, and these words made many people fall into deep thought.

"The six most powerful vassals broke up one after another around the power vacancy left by His Majesty Nun."

The other four earls moved in unison. Except for Earl Kierkegaard, the other three subconsciously avoided Lisbane's gaze.

"On the one hand, we earls all suspect that the powerful Lisbon is monopolizing the political situation, isolating the Grand Duchess, and trying to empty the great legacy left by His Majesty Nun."

"On the other hand, Lisbane sits in the regent's seat and hates us for not obeying orders after the death of the previous king, and for our selfishness and selfishness in a mess."

Thelma froze.

Nazer looked coldly at Lisban, whose face was as cold as ice, with disappointment and hatred in his eyes.

"Slightly smaller families are conservative and govern in their own territory. In this kind of confrontation, they are trembling and have both ways, lest they make a wrong step."

The buzzing from among the vassals fell silent for a moment.

"And the disaster and the coming of the queen of the sky, the sudden death of the born king, including the strange coronation of King Charman here, how many storms have been stirred up among the people, making people panic?"

Selma bit her lower lip and subconsciously looked at Thales.

Nazel turned to the Grand Duchess, with an embarrassing tone: "You are single and unmarried, and the sensitive Prince Star is often with the court. I don't know how many gossips and gossips have been caused, and people's eyes and ears are dirty."

Thelma stared at Thales motionlessly—but Thales just looked down at the floor tiles, despite Ian's hints of winking at him a few times.

Grief and anger flashed in Nazer's eyes, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake: "What is even more distressing is that in the past six years,

What people outside of Dragon Clouds City saw was the fact that the direct bloodline of the once powerful and powerful Walton family, except for an orphaned daughter, had no one to inherit it. "

"So, after holding the throne together and leaving Dragon Clouds City, ambitious people like Charman Lombard gradually became greedy, and the 'long-haired' Kurikun Ronnie of Qiyuan City became more and more rebellious. The city does not care about us, the guard city and other places have a vague attitude towards us, and the local nobles under the rule of other grand dukes have more and more conflicts with our vassals."

Count Nazer raised his head angrily, and straightened up from the back of the chair.

He said coldly: "Not to mention the imperial neighbors in the south, I don't know how many times they celebrated the fall of this city behind their backs."

Thales scratched his head, still pretending not to know.

Nazel's tone became more and more severe: "Ma'am, it's been six years, and without His Majesty Nun, Dragon Clouds City can no longer be united. The embarrassment, resentment, loss and pain we have fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, can it be that as women? Grand Duke, can you really not see at all?"

"Our so-called balance of power and balance was completely shattered in the earth-shattering upheaval six years ago, along with His Majesty the late king!"

The atmosphere in the hall changed from eerie to heavy.

Lisbane darkened.

Thales took a deep breath: This Earl of Nazar...

He is worthy of being an outstanding person who has served King Nuen for many years.

If he wasn't on the opposite side of them.

Before the pale face of the Grand Duchess and the thoughtful eyes of the princes, Nazer shook his head sadly:

"Now, ma'am, do you understand what your marriage means, what it means for you to have a strong husband, what it means for you and your family to have a healthy and reliable heir?"

Nazel's face was stern, and his beard was full of anger. His words made the Grand Duchess stagnate on the last expression, speechless.

"Is this a sacrifice and price that is not good for you? Maybe," Nazer glanced at the vassals in the audience: "But is it something that must be done? Of course!"

Thelma looked at Nazel in disbelief, seemingly not knowing how to react.

"We respect you, ma'am," the old Earl Nazel returned to his respectful expression, and he bowed to the Grand Duchess, "but I believe that the best way to show this respect is to truly treat you as Long Xiao As the ruler of the city, you should expose the facts that the prince of the city should face, the price and sacrifice you should pay, no matter how unpleasant and uncomfortable it is, no matter it is a dilemma or an obstacle-marriage is just one of them one."

Thelma looked at Earl Nazer, who seemed to be sincere, rather at a loss.

"It's not like treating you like a string puppet, fully decorated and locked in the deep palace."

"Instead of claiming to be a shelter from the wind and rain in the name of 'for your own good', to cut off all ties between you and the cruel side of this world with confidence," Nazel glanced contemptuously at the blue-faced Lisbane Regency : "What we need is a Grand Duke who can protect and control Dragon Clouds City, ma'am."

"It's not a vase named Dagong, which is used to decorate Dragon Clouds City."

"Nazir!" Lisbane's eyes sharpened, "What did you say?"

"He just spoke our minds, Lord 'Prime Minister'," Earl Linna replied coldly: "I really can't imagine what kind of regent would take our lord and Feng Jun is raised as a princess of a country, even though she is a girl, she is also the last direct bloodline of the Dragon Gun family."

Lisban clenched his fists, and behind him, the Meteor who was guarding the Grand Duchess blushed.

Thales shouldered a heavy weight: Ian leaned forward.

"I can see the relationship between these six vassals," Ian said softly in Thales' ear, "But, this Lord Regent of Lisbane, he has stayed in the Palace of Heroes for the past six years. Here, are you blocking the knife for your little girl, or attracting the arrow?"

You have reached the most critical point, my lord, Viscount.

Thales took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the conjecture in his heart.

"Now, it's time to break that vase, ma'am," Count Nazer ignored Lisbane, and he bowed to the Grand Duchess again, his eyes sparkling: "The broken tiles may sting your skin , but only blood can cleanse the hearts of Northlanders—even if you're just a girl."

Hearing what Nazel said, Thales suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that maybe this Earl of Nazer, or the other four vassals, they are not all self-promising officials like Puttilai said, nor are they like What Lisbane was wary of were all the princes who were about to move after Nun's death.

Thales glanced over the scheming Lisbane, the calm Nazel, the friendly Hearst, the silent Kierkegaard, the cold Linna, and the unrestrained Kirtsen.

On the contrary, what King Nuen left behind for his successor may be a team capable of resuming the glory of Dragon Clouds City.

However, this team experienced the biggest accident left by King Nun's untimely death...

A Grand Duchess.

Thales looked at Selma worriedly.

The Grand Duchess just looked at the Count blankly.

It seems that there is no response.

It also seems to have nothing to say.

"There is a saying in the Nazel family's language: the noble bears the responsibility, and the ruler must sacrifice," Nazer said coldly, "You want to protect the honor of the family and the prestige of Dragon Clouds City? Of course, but with At the same time, there is a price to pay—it is you and your destiny."

"Ms. Selma."

No one knew that at that moment, Prince Thales, who was concentrating on it, closed his eyes gently.

He vaguely remembered that day many years ago.

Thinking of that heavy and majestic voice in that dim tomb:

【Are you ready? 】

[Beginning after being dubbed the name of the bright star..."

"Fight for the stars, die for the stars, and...]

Thales opened his eyes suddenly!

Just when the audience fell silent for Earl Nazer's words, a familiar cry of pain broke the silence again.

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The eyes in the hall looked in the same direction again with tangled dissatisfaction: the heir of Qiyuan City, His Excellency Viscount Ian Ronnie, was yelling exaggeratedly, rubbing his calf while looking at his side with displeasure Thales.

The nonchalant Thales retracted his foot silently, as if he had never kicked Ian's leg at all.

"What's the matter?" Earl Curtson's anger was almost overflowing: "Your Excellency the Clown?"

The Grand Duchess and vassals also looked at it one after another.

Ian sighed, ignoring the secret signal sent to him by the mission of Qiyuan City, shrugged helplessly, and put on a leisurely smile.

"Sorry to bother you," Your Excellency Ronnie stood up, made a gesture of termination, and smiled apologetically, as if he was really embarrassed: "You guys had a lively conversation, but who still remembers the original topic, Remember the Liberty League, remember, remember...are we the ones who matter?"

The six earls were slightly taken aback.

"That's right," Ian beamed, looking at everyone in the hall, as if teaching children words, he danced and gestured at the same time: "Pray-far-city..."

On the other side, members of the missions in Qiyuan City sighed one after another, lowered their heads, and gave up any hope.

Thales shook his head.

coming.

He raised his head, looked at Thelma on the steps, and smiled reassuringly.

It's fine.

Just like many years ago.

"No," Earl Cotson didn't take Ian's self-righteous humor at all, "I only know that a self-righteous clown insulted the entire Dragon Cloud City yesterday, and today he came to ask us for help with a playful smile, asking us to Send troops to save them."

Looking at Ian who was standing upright, the vassals looked at him coldly.

"Ask for help?"

"save?"

Ian raised his brows, seemingly surprised.

But in the next second, he showed a dazed expression of "that's how it is", and then grinned.

"Hahahahaha," the laughing Ian shook his head and waved his hands, as if he had heard the most unbelievable rumors: "No, no, I think, everyone, including the Grand Duchess, may have misunderstood what I meant. "

Below the Grand Duchess, the six earls showed strange expressions, and the other dozen vassals also frowned. .

"Actually, I never said anything about 'sending troops' from the beginning to the end," Ian shrugged innocently, and blinked at Thales who was next to him imperceptibly: "And I represent Qiyuan City , and did not come to ask for help from Dragon Clouds City."

The voice fell.

Thales clearly saw that almost all the nobles in the hall were slightly stunned.

Even the missions in Qiyuan City were no exception. The Deathcrow even showed an exaggerated "what" mouth to the old Bonny beside him.

This is also the reaction of the Grand Duchess.

"What?" Selma asked in surprise.

"We can solve the war issue by ourselves." Ian shook his hand indifferently: "You are very reasonable: if you can't even solve the bastards of the Freedom Alliance, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for the Northlanders? gone?"

Everyone was stunned.

The nobles in the hall looked at each other, as if they couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

The six most important earls fell into deep thought.

"But you are gathering allies across the country and isolating the king," Earl Nazel thought thoughtfully. "Once you fall into a war that cannot be resolved quickly, the call of the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City to jointly resist the king will become empty talk."

"Oh, I'm really just here to ask the Grand Duchess to sign a letter of condemnation to the king," Ian said with a smile on his face, he raised a finger and shook it in the air: "But believe me, we don't need you send troops."

Nazer subconsciously looked towards Lisbane, only to find that his old friend and rival just kept silent.

Something is wrong.

"Then Qiyuan City..." The Grand Duchess on the seat frowned slightly: "What are you here for?"

Ian took a deep breath, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he became serious.

He turned his head and looked around at the confused vassals.

"Twenty years ago, when my grandfather was seriously ill, the feudal lords were suspicious, the fiefdom was unstable, and my father was in a state of desperation..."

Ian, who was sighing slowly, then spoke brazenly in a sonorous and forceful tone: "Facing the rebellion of the Freedom Alliance, and under the heavy pressure of the White Mountain and even the Kangmas people brazenly intervening, His Majesty Nunn made a wise decision and dispatched Prince Suriel led the troops to the west to assist in the battle of Qiyuan City."

With a sad expression on his face, Ian bowed deeply to Thelma sitting on the seat: "This kindness and righteousness will always be remembered in the hearts of the Ronnie family."

The vassals looked at His Excellency the Viscount's different performance from the past, and were filled with endless puzzlement in their hearts.

Selma glanced at Thales.

Ian straightened up, with admiration and excitement in his eyes: "And that war forged the glory of the Walton family: whether it was the army of the Freedom Alliance, the mercenaries secretly sent by Commas, or the elite troops of the white elves, When they face Dragon Clouds City and Exter's powerful army, they will be defeated at the first touch, and they are far from being able to do so."

Thales was secretly amused: You said it as if you witnessed what happened twenty years ago, Mr. Ian, who is nineteen years old.

"Ma'am, your father and grandfather, oh, including all the families who went west together," Ian smiled slightly at the vassals: "You spread the reputation of Dragon Clouds City and the Dragon Spear family on the golden corridor, deter Kang Marth, forced the white elves back, and the influence is still present."

"That is your grandfather's historical achievement, your father's military exploits, and your family's glory and honor."

Nikolai the Meteorite grinned slightly, while Monty, the Crow of Death, shrugged tacitly.

Count Nazer frowned: Why did he say these words...

Could it be...

"But I can also see that the great Dragon Cloud City is in trouble." His expression was exactly the same as that of Earl Nazel who was heartbroken just now: "The scene just now made me very worried: you want to follow in the footsteps of your father and grandfather, protect The glory of the family is forced by the situation in Longxiao City, making it difficult to move forward."

"The Walton family is helplessly dusted."

The expressions of the five earls except Lisbane became more and more ugly, and their eyes became more and more suspicious.

"But it doesn't matter!"

Ian clenched his fist and waved it vigorously.

His Excellency the Viscount of Qiyuan City took a step forward without hesitation: "Let me, the heir of the Ronnie family, Ian Ronnie of Qiyuan City make up for your regret."

The Grand Duchess looked at him inexplicably, and blinked: "Huh?"

Thales lowered his head: Very good, everything is going according to plan.

I hope there are no surprises.

However, it is obviously a step in the plan...

But this slight discomfort in my heart, what is going on?

Thales clenched his fists unconsciously.

I saw Ian's eyes were determined, and his words were sonorous: "Selma, please be at ease: I will represent Qiyuan City and lead the army on the road that your father went on an expedition, carrying the banner of the Dragon Spear family and carrying the honor of your family." , to fight the Freedom League!"

He suddenly changed the name of the Grand Duchess, which surprised many people.

"In the name of the Walton family and the Ronnie family, I will teach the bastards of the alliance a lesson, redo our history, and put the dragon gun flag in the cloud and the code of knights' flag on the top of Fort Liberty once again, so that all The minstrel chants that can be found belong to us, to Exeter's great victory!"

"I will tell our enemies, Selma Walton, granddaughter of King Nunn, daughter of Prince Suriel," Ian acted like a fanatical recruit: "has taken back the Dragonlance family debt!"

Facing his aggressive eyes, the Grand Duchess panicked slightly.

Earl Nazel, who realized something, gritted his teeth and said, "Enough, Ian Pavilion..."

But the Earl couldn't interrupt Ian.

"Please rest assured that the glory of the Walton family will not be inferior because Dragon Clouds City did not send troops." Ian took a deep breath, his eyes full of pro-historical pride and excitement: "Because soon, everyone All will know that this war is not just Exter vs. the Liberty League."

"It's me, Ian Ronnie from Qiyuan City, fighting for Selma Walton from Dragon Clouds City!"

The whole hall erupted with eruption!

Nicolai had to preside over the order again, suppressing the vassals who were full of dissatisfaction and confusion, even though his face was also very bad.

"Wait a minute," the Grand Duchess seemed to finally feel something was wrong, she stammered, "Your Excellency Ian, you are..."

"And after the glorious victory, I will return with the glory of repeating the achievements of your father and grandfather," Ian ignored the astonished Thelma, just blindly immersed in his own world, he exhaled, From a "fanatic fighter" to a "warm poet" in an instant:

"Of course, at that time, please kindly grant me a request, a request that makes me feel humble and unbearable."

"Please, request?" Thelma turned pale.

For the first time, she exchanged glances with the six counts who were also looking ugly.

It seems that only at this moment, they are the ones standing together.

Ian stretched out his hands, and gently gestured to the Grand Duchess in the seat: "This is the reward of Qiyuan City, and it is my sincerity, Selma."

"I will use this great war to win the qualification to be close to you-at this moment, when the vassals are separated and the territory is in conflict, I am the only one who can protect the glory of your family, and the only one who protects you as the Grand Duke. prestige."

Selma exchanged countless glances with the counts who were also caught off guard, and raised her head with difficulty and embarrassment: "You mean..."

Beside Ian, Prince Thales' face was stiff.

His fist is getting tighter and tighter.

It's just the plan.

nothing.

It's just the plan.

Calm down, calm down, Thales.

he said to himself.

Ian took another step forward and looked at Selma from a distance, with a dream-like longing on his face.

As if that was his only pursuit.

"Let me continue to protect you with honor from now on, good girl," His Excellency Little Ronnie said softly and tactfully his intention of coming: "Let Qiyuan City become your strongest backing and trump card."

At this moment, the hall truly fell into a deathly silence.

The Counts looked ashen.

"Please let the Ronnie family and the Walton family truly stand together and regain their glory."

With the most yearning and gentle eyes, Ian's words trembled with excitement:

"From now on, the honor of you and your family will be guarded by us together."

"Beautiful and noble Ms. Selma Walton," the young Ian tried his best to suppress but couldn't hide his passion. He stroked his heart and said softly:

"marry me."

At this moment, in the great Hall of Heroes, everyone from the Grand Duchess and the six counts to the rest of the vassals and even the guards were all stunned and astonished, as if they had seen the most incredible scene in the world.

Except Thales.

The Star Prince with a cold expression was staring at Ian's legs and clenched his fists.

Almost scratched my palm.