Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."

There was a lonely but piercing applause in the hall. m..

The nobles frowned and turned their heads: the king was relaxed, raising his hands neatly and applauding gently.

It's like enjoying a theatrical performance.

Thales felt uncomfortable: he thought of that bloody dawn six years ago.

At that time, Rumba did the same, clapping his hands lightly, stepped out of the murderous army, and walked towards him and the little slippery head confidently.

"Indeed, thank you for reminding me, Ian Ronnie," King Charman clapped and said lightly, "My vassals, there has been some commotion recently."

"Many people have nowhere to vent their energy," the king took a breath, and then let it out slowly, with a cold look in his eyes:

"So this is the perfect opportunity, isn't it?"

"I will provide them with unstoppable passion an opportunity to serve the country. It's the right time."

Cambida behind the king folded his arms and chuckled.

Ian slowly came to his senses and stared blankly at the king.

He seemed to have expected it, but he still refused to believe the fact he deduced: "What, what do you mean?"

King Charman didn't speak, he just curled his mouth and showed a cruel smile like a vulture.

"As Your Majesty said," Viscount Canbida, the second assistant advisor to the Royal Council of the Kingdom of Exeter, stepped forward gently: "From the star prince's confirmation... no, it should be from the appearance of the star army , it is no longer a local conflict.”

"It's no longer even about who the Freedom Alliance is loyal to, it's not just a dispute between the Kingdom of Exeter and its small dependent country."

He grinned, showing a bright and relaxed smile, but there was a message in his words that made the nobles frown: "What you are facing in Qiyuan City is the honor and disgrace of the entire Exeter, and it is us who are facing the stars." The national dignity of an old enemy."

"As I said to Her Majesty the Grand Duchess in this hall a few weeks ago," I heard Canbida speak slowly, "in the face of Exeter's honor and disgrace, our internal disputes become insignificant."

Thelma turned pale when she remembered the meeting a few weeks ago.

Canbida snorted softly: "Whether it is a small misunderstanding between the princes, or the small dissatisfaction of the vassals with the king, you should stand aside, right?"

He gently opened his hands: "This is the name of supremacy, it is the war of the country, and it is the unavoidable righteousness in the co-governance oath."

"Some of the vassals of the Black Sand Territory, in the face of such righteousness, if they dare to refuse His Majesty's call-up order, unwilling to recruit troops, unwilling to mobilize, unwilling to obey orders, if they are unwilling to come..."

Viscount Canbida seemed to be happy to see the people in Qiyuan City slumped, he shrugged, and deliberately whispered: "Hey, hey, hey——"

boom!

Behind Canbida, Croyce, who had been unhappy with him for a long time, knocked on the assistant consultant's head mercilessly: "Speak well."

Viscount Cambida touched his head in displeasure, but said nothing.

But no one pays any attention to them anymore.

King Charman's voice sounded again, this time especially chilling:

"Northlanders don't need cowards."

"Especially those people."

"Those who refuse to let go of internal disputes, grievances against the king, go to war with blood, and die willingly in the face of national justice—cowards," the king looked around at the people in the hall, Eyes are cold:

"What reason do they have to occupy the name of nobility, the benefits of the title, and live in the world?"

"And as their lord, why should I be soft on them?"

There were sighs and unwilling breaths in the hall.

Thales watched all this with cold eyes, feeling heavy in his heart.

Use the name of resisting foreign enemies to eradicate dissidents...

As a ruler, you are so straightforward, Rumba.

At least the rulers in other places will spend their energy,

Whitewash one or two.

Selma thought about her current situation, and then thought about the king's current situation, and she couldn't help being surprised when she realized what was going on.

Ian's expression was blank for a while.

The next moment, as if hit head-on by a thousand-pound carriage, he shook violently.

Deathcrow frowned and supported him.

"No, no..." Ian was short of breath, dripping with cold sweat: "You, you want to use this war against the Freedom Alliance to cleanse your vassals?"

"Is this the purpose of the call-up order issued because of Xingchen's intervention?"

No.

Ian thought desperately:

Will not.

How did that happen?

At the other end of the hall, the missions of Qiyuan City were immersed in sorrow.

The six Earls of Longxiao City stared at King Charman with unprecedented caution and fear in their eyes.

But in the next second, Ian suddenly raised his head with angry eyes.

"Do you think you're going to make it, Rumba?"

"Your vassals, they are all nobles for generations, elite among the people, and with their support and loyalty, the Lombard family can secure the seat of Grand Duke," he almost gritted his teeth, not even caring about the honorific title of the king : "And now, you're going to kill them, you think they'll just sit back and wait for the army of the Lombards to storm their castle, rob them of their wealth, strip them of their titles? You think your loyal warriors can really handle it The entire black sand collar..."

However, what interrupted him was the king's faint sneer.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

At this second, King Charman slightly turned his neck and looked at the Grand Duchess on the steps.

The Meteor frowned, and stopped in front of Selma without showing any weakness, the hatred in his eyes never diminished.

Seeing the opponent's appearance as if facing a formidable enemy, King Charman narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and said in a playful tone:

"Didn't I tell you?"

"The Grand Duke of Reconstruction Tower has already stated that once Xingchen really intervenes in the matter of the Freedom Alliance...then he will never stand idly by."

His words made many nobles tense again.

"Pasius Trudida understands righteousness, and he is happy to send troops to assist Qiyuan City."

"He and his army will come to Black Sand Territory to join me and the soldiers of the Lombard family."

King Charman's words were very slow, and he said softly almost word for word: "Then let's see, what traitors are there in the Black Sand Territory who are unwilling to contribute to the country."

Ian froze again.

What?

Rebuild the tower, and the black sand collar?

That is to say, if Lunba wants to clean up the nobles in his territory, whether it is name, strength, or timing, it has already...

"Rebuild Tower, Trudida?" Ian sighed as he remembered something.

He finally closed his eyes in pain: "That bastard."

"The Reconstruction Tower is the closest to us," Cambida added with a smile, "Of course he can best understand our intentions."

Thales frowned deeply, remembering the cunning noble with the image of the pot head, twinkling eyes, and provocative words.

Rebuild the Grand Duke Tower.

Perseus Trudida.

Even in the most urgent moment in the Palace of Heroes, when the battle between Ronnie, Olsho and Lombard was about to break out, the Grand Duke was just holding a short knife and hiding safely in the distance.

him.

Already falling to the Rumba?

"You have planned it from the beginning, right?" Ian said with a pale face, "When you promulgated the new decree and the families of the Heisha leaders opposed it for the first time..."

King Charman and his two subordinates looked at him coldly.

"You don't care how your vassals will oppose your decrees, and you don't care whether they will contact foreign aid like Qiyuan City, because you don't want to spend time with them at all, and play this game with them political game."

Ian said sadly: "Even, the move of the Freedom Alliance is not at all to hold back Qiyuan City, nor to weaken the opponents' confidence in foreign aid..."

King Charman looked at the people in the hall intently, as if he was watching an interesting drama.

"You don't even care whether Dragon Clouds City sends troops, you don't care about the outcome of the war, you don't care whether Qiyuan City can be settled quickly."

"From the very beginning, you made up your mind," Ian murmured, "Use the most direct, brutal, and easiest way to get rid of those disobedient old vassals."

"What you lack is just a name, a reason, an excuse written on the co-governance oath, which will not arouse people's anger, has the least consequences..." He bit the next sentence bitterly:

"For example... Kingdom of Stars."

Ian looked at Thales desperately, but the prince just shook his head.

His Excellency the Viscount slumped down on the seat, no longer looking at anyone.

Like a defeated fighter in the Colosseum.

We, we Qiyuan City...

We also foolishly wooed the princes and prepared to jointly condemn the king.

We naively made promises to the lower nobles of the Black Sand Territory, hoping that they would attack the prestige of the Rumba and disintegrate the authority of the king.

Turn him into a short king.

From the looks of it now, this chess game... we lost from the very beginning?

The Deathcrow beside Ian sighed softly, and glanced at Thales with dead eyes.

Lisban sighed heavily: "So, if your vassals accept the call, it will mean huge expenses and countless manpower, and the expedition to the West means more population, combat power, heirs, supplies, rear, and The lifeblood of these nobles is in your hands."

"Maybe after they come back, the territory has been turned upside down, or even, maybe they will never come back..."

"Don't put it so harshly," said Viscount Canbida, who seemed to be having a headache. "In the end, His Majesty just recruited the troops in his territory and went to the Liberty League to find a place."

Lisban shook his head: "However, if His Majesty's vassals refuse to be recruited, you have the right and reason to use the combined power and strength of the Lombard family and the Reconstruction Tower to deprive them of titles, and even cleansed their families."

"Turn the black sand collar into your one-man collar."

His Excellency the Regent sighed in a low tone: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Thales looked at Ian's distracted look and Lisbane's face that seemed to have aged several years in an instant, feeling sad in his heart.

Yes, he knew this feeling, he had experienced it before, and he would never forget it.

The previous verbal debate was just an appetizer for Charmain Rumba.

But what is truly terrifying about Kinslayer is his methods.

The bloody siege in front of Broken Dragon Fortress, the terrifying blow in the night of disaster...

As always, thunderous, direct, brutal, brutal, decisive, effective.

All that is left to the enemy is consternation and remorse.

King Charman snorted softly.

"It's not like they don't have a choice."

King Charman turned his gaze and faced the aged Lisbane head-on.

"They can choose to be loyal to the king, follow the law, and choose to continue to love Exeter, and everyone will be happy."

The king said coldly, as if there were irresistible blades hidden in his sharp eyes, the nobles looked away from wherever they looked: "Instead of secretly communicating with forces other than their monarch, hoping to escape their fate to come."

"Of course, this also sends a warning to those meddling people who put their hands into my territory—be safe, or I will come to you." Following these words, King Charman glanced coldly at the people in the hall again. everyone.

Like a ferocious beast patrolling its territory.

The iron fist emblem representing the Lombard family on his robe is so glaring at this moment.

Except for the vague and uneven breathing of the nobles, the hall was silent.

Thales silently looked at the slumped Ian, feeling a chill in his heart.

The Regent of Lisbon sighed slightly, then said solemnly:

"You have no intention of keeping your hand at all, let alone the shame and bottom line of a nobleman, do you?"

Lisbane, the former Prime Minister of the kingdom, faced the king's more powerful eyes than before, and called him by his name without fear: "Charmain Rumba?"

"In the face of those traditional families who oppose your expansion of power, you not only face up to the difficulties, but also lead the army."

"Mende, Devinson, Peruno, Ika, Heisha led these familiar Northland families. These have been loyal to the blood of the uprising king since the Nakaru era, and loyal to the Lombard family. There are hundreds of years of history. A prominent surname for thousands of years," Lisban said regretfully: "They thought that, as usual, they could force the lord to take back his order by uniting to force the palace..."

"However times have changed."

"In front of your cruel methods, under your relentless call-up order, they will either recognize your decree, bow their heads to compromise, and bow their heads..."

"Either the blood will flow into rivers, and the ashes will be wiped out."

With a hint of melancholy and regret, Lisbane's words also aroused the anxiety of the nobles.

Thales exhaled slowly, lost in thought.

In Dragon Clouds City, Selma trembled because of her status as the Grand Duchess, and struggled to maintain her little prestige in exchange for the cooperation and obedience of her vassals.

In the Heisha collar, Luba bears the notoriety of a kinslayer and a reformer. He is ruthless with swords and axes, and cleans the road with blood, leaving the vassals bowed and obedient.

Which side is better?

King Charman pressed his old saber with his left hand and smiled coldly.

"There are a lot of people who want to serve the country, and most of them don't have fiefdoms or titles." Even in midsummer, the king's voice seemed to be cold and windy: "My right-hand man, Lord Tuleha tell me……"

Facing the nobles in the entire hall, he said something that made them shudder: "In this world, there are still too many people who occupy high positions and eat vegetarian food."

"It's not unreasonable."

Lisbane closed his eyes and did not answer.

There was a long silence in the hall.

The earls of Dragon Clouds City showed serious expressions that they never showed even the slightest bit in the face of the grand duchess' willful behavior.

"My God, standing there," Earl Hearst said palely, "what kind of king is it?"

"The worst king," Count Linna clenched his fingers, "the terrible one."

"Hmph," Ketson shook his head disdainfully, but fear was written in his eyes: "What a scum."

Earl Nazer watched the king silently, but occasionally he cast his eyes on Prince Thales in the corner, thoughtfully.

"Longxiao City, you understand now, right?"

King Charman didn't care about the people in Dragon Clouds City discussing his words: "If Qiyuan City really prepared an open letter and asked you to sign it, encouraging some unwise idiots in my territory to continue to oppose me ..."

The king looked up at the highest seat.

The girl who had been staring at him quietly, but didn't say a word for a long time.

"It's a pity," King Charman raised the corners of his mouth happily, "because that's meaningless."

Ian lowered his head, looked at his knees, and ignored the eyes of his surroundings.

"I even want to suggest to you: there is no need to get involved in this war," King Charman shook his head: "The Heisha leader has already taken over, and there is no need for you to send troops."

At that moment, the three people led by Heisha stood proudly in the hall, as if this was their home field.

The vassals of Dragon Clouds City clenched their fists again, burning with resentment and unwillingness in their hearts.

"Because it doesn't matter how long this war of the Liberty League lasts."

The king's expression looked a bit hideous: "The results on the chessboard are already doomed."

Thales shook his head.

So, unsurprisingly, you took your chances, Rumba.

You get what you want.

So……

From this moment, Thales stared fixedly at King Charman.

What about your return?

In the next second, King Charman seemed to have sensed Thales' gaze. He turned his head, looked at the prince who had gradually become more cautious from his expressionless face, and frowned slightly.

Thales still stared at him coldly.

The king's lips pursed upward.

King Charman let out a long breath: "As for this prince, don't bother to send him to Qiyuan City, send him to Heisha collar——as the real mediator with the stars, I will entertain Prince Thales, That makes sense."

Thales closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, he was clearly in Walton's Palace of Heroes and Nakaru's Hall of Heroes, but King Charman arrogantly said to all the vassals like a real master:

"Anything else?"

No one answered.

"Really going to Heisha collar?" Huai Ya looked at Rolf with a changed expression, "This..."

Thales chuckled in the corner, comforting the two behind him in a low voice: "Calm down, it's not over yet."

I called him—the prince said silently: I am not going to be a guest in Heisha.

But he also noticed that Nicolai's gaze was getting colder and colder.

From the very beginning, the star meteorite never left the prince's eyes.

It seems to know Thales' role in it.

The hall was very quiet, no one spoke.

In the chill brought by the king, everyone is thinking about the consequences of the sudden accident.

The game between Qiyuan City and Heisha Ling seems to have seen the result.

Where should Dragon Clouds City go?

Until a clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded:

"Yes."

King Charman's expression moved slightly, and he turned to the direction he thought there would be no surprises.

Selma Walton, the titular supreme ruler of Dragon Clouds City, lowered her head and said weakly:

"As you said, Your Majesty."

"I will not send Prince Thales to the west, but to Qiyuan City."

All the officials of Dragon Clouds City frowned.

King Charman showed an approving expression: "You are a smart girl."

But the next moment, the Grand Duchess stood up suddenly:

"But listen carefully, Your Majesty Charmain."

"He won't go to Qiyuan City." Under the puzzled and astonished eyes of everyone, the Grand Duchess looked stern and her tone changed sharply: "But he won't go to Heisha collar."

Thales smiled.

yes.

She is a smart girl.

King Charman was slightly taken aback.

"Thales is a guest of Dragon Clouds City. This is a mutual agreement made by the six grand dukes in this hall six years ago," Selma said coldly:

"He's staying in Dragon Clouds City, he won't go anywhere."

"Anywhere!"

King Charman's face turned cold again.

Like six years ago.

But to the king's surprise, the girl who was trembling under his gaze six years ago now had a steady expression and strong eyes.

In the silent confrontation, Viscount Cambida frowned, but Croesch smiled.

"The joint agreement of the six princes?"

King Charman snorted softly: "You are naughty, girl."

"There are a lot of ideas."

"Not only that," Selma shook her head without showing weakness, "you need to know one more thing."

"No matter what Qiyuan City's attitude is, no matter what your attitude is, Dragon Clouds City will send troops to conquer the Freedom Alliance—just like my father and grandfather personally put down the Freedom Alliance 20 years ago, this is the responsibility of the Walton family, yes The dignity of Dragon Clouds City."

With a sullen face, she said forcefully, "It won't change because of one person—whether he is a king or a beggar."

The atmosphere in the hall completely cooled down.

The counts watched the confrontation between the king and the grand duchess with mixed emotions.

King Charman pressed his sword again and pursed his lips.

Thelma met his gaze without flinching.

Finally, after a few breaths, the king laughed coldly.

"An unmarried little girl, is she about to bear the honor of Dragon Spear?" King Charman looked around: "You experienced and powerful vassals, do they agree?"

Selma took a step forward, her expression unchanged: "My vassals, each of them..."

"They all support my decision."

Under the king's gaze, the princes of Longxiao City frowned and looked at each other again and again.

At this moment, the Regent of Lisbane took a step forward without hesitation.

"The Grand Duchess' will is our mission," the Earl of Lisbane said coldly, "She said Prince Thales would not go to Black Sand."

"Then he won't go," his old colleague, Nazer sighed softly: "The problem is solved."

Count Curtson also snorted coldly.

"The lady also said that we are going to help Qiyuan City, Kinslayer," Ketson grinned grinningly, "Then let's sharpen our axes and bring our swords."

King Charmain frowned, and he looked up at Selma on the height—the Grand Duchess still looked at him resolutely, her gaze remained motionless.

Earl Hearst looked at the Grand Duchess and nodded heavily: "The attitude of the lady is the attitude of Dragon Clouds City."

"It doesn't matter what bullshit king gave us any shit orders."

"If that king has the guts, he can bring his army and dog legs to Dragon Clouds City to deprive us of our title," Earl Linna sarcastically said, "Who knows, maybe I will obediently offer it."

Kierkegaard's eyes turned cold, his words were short but clear: "Welcome to Dragon Clouds City, Your Majesty."

Following the words of the Grand Duchess and the earls, the vassals of Dragon Clouds City completed the unity of opinion while looking at each other.

With the same cold and unfriendly eyes, they all looked at His Majesty the King.

"You heard what they said," Selma still stared at King Charman coldly: "Do you have any questions, Your Majesty?"

For the first time, King Charman looked at the girl seriously.

It's like looking at a weapon.

"Nice, girl," he said softly.

With a deep chill, King Charman said softly, "But about the agreement made by the six grand dukes six years ago, you are still wrong, girl."

The next second, King Charman turned to Thales, showing a strange expression.

Thales tensed up unconsciously.

Thelma froze for a moment: "What?"

King Charman waved his arm and turned around abruptly, facing the suspicious eyes in the entire hall.

"How do I remember," the king's chilling voice echoed between the pillars: "Six years ago, in this hall, the truly legitimate, reasonable, and orthodox princes..."

"Just five?"

Thelma's expression froze.

At that moment, Thales' cheeks were blunt, and his pupils slowly narrowed.

In the hall, Nicolai and Lisbane were also slightly discolored.