Kingdom’s Bloodline

Exeter, Qiyuan City, Wasteland.

Under the sun, Thales and Monty looked at the uninvited guest in front of them with great vigilance and uncertainty.

What is he?

The meteorite dismounted expressionlessly.

He walked slowly into a spit out rock, and put on the rein as if nothing happened.

Give people endless pressure.

"I heard you, Big Mouth."

"Why, are you overconfident about your level?"

Nikolai fastened the rein slowly, turned his head and said to Monty who was about to face a formidable enemy, his eyes glanced back and forth on the dagger in his hand.

"Do you think that after Isaiah left the White Blade Guard," the meteorite tied the reins, his eyes were bloodshot, obviously working for many days, but the implication in his eyes made people shudder, "there will be no more in Dragon Clouds City." Is there someone who can keep up with your footsteps?"

He shook his shoulders lightly, and moved the handle of the Rising Sun Saber to the position where it was easiest to strike.

Monty's pupils shrank!

"Ah, I have to say," said the experienced scout softly, slowly turning the dagger in his hand: "I have more or less thought about it that way."

Monty stared fixedly at his old comrade-in-arms, motionless, his face was almost frozen with ice.

The light that made Thales extremely uneasy flashed again in his eyes.

"You are an excellent scout, Monty," Nicolai said in a cold voice, "From the false appearance, to the chosen route, and the concealment method, almost no one can match it."

"But only 'almost.'"

Nikolai stepped forward slowly, and the distance between Monty and Monty gradually narrowed, and his words were gloomy: "Just like now, starting from Dragon Clouds City, we have chased so many miles... From Chaos Stone Tomb to Muxue River, Then to Spear City, even here, the barren rocky land of Qiyuan City, almost chasing into the desert..."

Thales retreated subconsciously.

But Monty stood still, motionless, only the short knife in his hand was constantly adjusting the angle.

But Nikolai didn't care, he was still approaching.

Thales' breathing became smaller and smaller.

Finally, when there were still a few meters away, Nikolai stopped.

"But we still caught up with you."

He frowned slightly, and said lightly:

"Ned Monty."

The eyes of the Meteorite and the Death Crow met in mid-air.

One side is indifferent, the other side is dignified.

It seems to put an invisible shackle on the air.

Thales didn't dare to take a breath, so he could only hold his breath and look at the two people in front of him, thinking about countermeasures anxiously.

This situation...

The two men stood still, facing each other like heavy icebergs.

The pale face of the Meteorite clearly set off the blood in his eyes.

The eyes of the Death Crow remained motionless, as if they were indifferent except for their solemnity.

The sun shone strangely on Nikolai's hilt and Monty's blade.

After a while, one party finally moved.

"Hey hey..."

Monty blew hard, and the seriousness on his face disappeared.

Instead, there was a helpless smile.

"I have to admit, Stab, you've improved, and so have the White Blade Guards." The old scout shook his head, as if seeing an old friend again, and put the short knife around his waist back into its sheath with a smile:

"How did you do it?"

Nikolai watched his old friend take the initiative to retract the knife, and his eyes were no longer so scary.

At that moment, Thales, who thought he was about to start a war the next moment, heaved a sigh of relief.

"Since six years ago, the Grand Duke's personal guards have reduced the training content of charge and army command, and even fighting alone."

The Meteorite, who obviously didn't do anything, but made his scalp tingle, said coldly: "The extra energy and money have all been invested in the training of another skill."

He only heard him say lightly: "Sentry and reconnaissance, stealth tracking."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Monty frowned: "Six years ago..."

"So exaggerated?"

Nicolai stared at him for a while,

Then he nodded slowly:

"It's that exaggerated."

Thales' eyes froze in mid-air.

The death of the king had a much greater impact on the former White Blade Guard than he had imagined.

Monty sighed.

"Well, that's a good thing, really."

"Guard reform," Monty smiled and raised his hand, shaking it in the air: "You know, the old guard... Kaslan's shadow is too heavy, even if you have been the captain for twenty years, everyone is still the same. Just remember him..."

But Nikolai didn't seem to have any intention of reminiscing with him, and the meteorite glanced at Thales on the side.

Thales showed an ugly smile.

"Ten seconds for you, Monty."

"Disappear immediately," Nicolai's tone was very flat, as if he was just saying hello: "I just pretend I haven't seen you today."

Monty's expression froze slightly.

He lowered his head, put one hand on his hips, and scratched his neck with the other, looking very embarrassed.

"Stab, you have to let me explain about this prince..."

Nikolai's eye knife turned suddenly and landed on the Death Raven.

"There's nothing to explain."

"This is just a matter between me and him," Nicolai pouted at Thales, his eyes became cold again: "I don't care where you are, from whose hand you cut him off No matter where you are going to send him."

Thales couldn't help feeling nervous again.

"You can go, old friend." Nicolai said mercilessly.

Monty's smiling face froze instantly.

He looked away and let out a breath.

Thales could see it: The Deathcrow suppressed his anger and clenched his fists hard.

But the next moment the prince was going to get mad at him, Monty let out a long breath and laughed again.

"Listen, Stinghead."

"Dragon Clouds City and Qiyuan City are allies in the matter of the Western Expedition," Monty bared his teeth, and pointed at Thales with a embarrassed expression:

"Sooner or later, he will go to Qiyuan City. You don't want to see him fall into the black sand collar and into the king's hands, right? For the sake of old friendship, and even more for the sake of each other's superiors, this matter We should stand together..."

Nicole interrupted him.

"Big Mouth," the Meteorite said softly, "Now is not the past."

Monty paused.

"We have long passed the age of being jealous and recruiting prostitutes together."

Nicolai shook his head, his eyes were indifferent: "It's useless."

"I said, I only give you ten seconds, and it will disappear immediately."

Monty's smile faded.

The air suddenly became quiet.

A shadow passed over Thales' heart.

Nikolai's pale face was expressionless, he just looked at his old friend silently.

And for several seconds, the muscles on Monty's face trembled slightly, showing his thoughts.

"That's right, Stabhead," the old scout chewed on the words, nodded slowly, and repeated without emotion:

"It's long gone now."

Nicole Lamer remained silent.

Suddenly, Deathcrow laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

But not a happy kind of smile.

It's a sneer.

The Death Crow's laughter was chilling, and he nodded slowly: "Very good, Lord Nicolai."

An ominous premonition hit Thales' heart again.

"Don't forget," the Death Crow grinned slightly, biting a faint threat between his teeth:

"This is a wasteland of rocks, and it is already the territory of Qiyuan City."

Monty sneered and took a step forward.

He looked straight into the eyes of his old friend: "My Qiyuan City."

Thales turned his head subconsciously, looking for the horse.

Surprisingly, Nicolai smiled too.

With the lines of laughter on his pale face, the meteorite lifted his steps gently.

Greet each other.

"Your Qiyuan City?"

He walked slowly up to Monty's eyes, and they were so close to their foreheads that they could almost kiss each other.

I saw Meteorite sneered at the Death Crow, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was not kind:

"So what?"

Monty's sneer faded.

"When was the last time we fought each other, Stinger? Eighteen years ago?" Deathhorn Crow asked softly.

With the meaning that only each other knows, the two old friends looked at each other for a moment without showing any weakness.

"Eighteen years." Nicolai nodded.

"But today? I'm not going to go it alone."

"You heard the signal arrow, old friend," Nikolai said coldly, "The Grand Duke's personal guards will arrive soon."

Monty's pupils froze.

"There are many old acquaintances of yours among them," the meteorite said, repeating:

"Then."

"Do you know what that means?"

Monty's expression slowly turned cold.

The two were silent for five seconds.

A second later, Monty closed his eyes abruptly, exhaled heavily, and gritted his teeth:

"Damn it."

Nikolai snorted lightly, revealing the unique smile of a winner.

"Yeah, hell."

He looked at the emotional Monty in front of him, and said softly:

"I only count to ten."

Monty seemed exasperated.

He suddenly opened his eyes and said excitedly, "You"

But Nicolai was not moved at all, he just looked at Monty indifferently, and spit out the next word:

"ten."

Monty stretched out his hand suddenly, and grabbed the star meteorite by the collar!

Nicolai just smiled.

Monty seemed to be trembling with anger, and he took a step forward, almost yelling against Nicolai's forehead, "You! Stab!"

"Hold!"

But Nicolai still just smiled, his pale face was as bloodless as before.

Thales sighed secretly: It seems that Monty's old friendship is hopeless.

Monty grabbed Nicolai angrily and ferociously, and roared out of composure: "I remember you, Stab, I remember you!"

The Death Crow panted heavily: "One day, I will get back to where I was today."

boom!

Nikolai also stretched out his hand abruptly!

His arms overlapped Monty's, grabbing the other's collar as well.

"Then you have to leave first," Nikolai said coldly:

"And then there was the saying of 'recovering the scene'."

The sights of the Death Crow and the Meteor intersected again, and unknown flames were burning in each of them.

next second.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the two snorted at the same time and let go of each other.

Monty turned without hesitation and walked to his horse.

Nikolai looked at him coldly.

Thales, who was watching, was taken aback:

"Are you leaving now?"

Monty untied the reins, stepped into the stirrups, and turned his head angrily:

"if not?"

"Are you waiting here to be rounded up?"

Thales looked at the angry Monty, then at the cold Nicolai, and rubbed his forehead in pain.

God.

"Aren't you good at talking nonsense, kid?" Monty turned his horse's head, gritted his teeth and stared at the silent Nicolai: "Help me, be a competent gray magpie, don't shut up, you'd better be bored to death he."

Thales smiled awkwardly.

The next moment, Monty flicked the reins angrily, and the horse under his crotch raised his horse's hooves, and headed west quickly and without hesitation.

His back was hidden among the rocks, out of their sight.

Until the sound of horseshoes also disappeared.

His Royal Highness, who was holding his breath in the tense atmosphere just now, turned his head angrily.

Look at the only one left.

"I'm really impressed, Lord Nicolai," Thales sighed, "You caught up with me so quickly."

Nikolai crossed his arms and showed a chilling sneer.

It's like they met for the first time.

The meteorite glanced down at the dagger in his hand and remained silent.

The boy shook the jc in his hand and smiled helplessly.

"So, before you wait for your companions to come and catch me back by the way, can you tell me," Thales shoved the jc dagger back into its sheath and stuffed it back into his arms: "How did you do it? of?"

"I thought you blocked the city and were busy dealing with the big shots, screening those who might rob me one by one."

"Why did it suddenly appear here?"

Nicolai smiled.

With a determined expression of tying his prey, he nodded slightly: "Yes, your plan is good, little prince."

"Arrange manpower to attack the team, creating the illusion that you were taken away out of thin air."

"When the situation was the most complicated, let the entire Dragon Clouds City be suspicious of each other." Speaking of this, the meteorite stared coldly: "It will greatly slow down the efficiency of the search and mislead our direction."

"In fact, he escaped secretly."

"If you really fell into your trap, then even if we search for more than half a year, we won't be able to find you."

Thales felt sad.

He still found out the truth.

"Then how did you find out?" Thales raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, seemingly giving up resistance completely:

"When did you become so smart, Deadface?"

Hearing this nickname, Nicolai's smile became even colder.

"I'm really not that smart," he said indifferently, "but compared to someone like you who can come up with ten crazy ideas every second, more than 20 years of career in the guard, especially the last six years, have taught me at least one thing. thing."

Thales frowned.

"That's it," Nikolai stretched his hands into his bosom, and said softly:

"Facing things that you don't understand, you can't be too cautious."

The meteorite took out something from his arms.

He spread it out and let it go gently.

Thales' pupils shrank!

That thing floated in mid-air for a few seconds.

until it fell at his feet.

"This is……"

The young man stared blankly at what the meteorite took out, and could hardly believe his eyes.

Lying at his feet was a piece of paper.

A piece of sky blue, expensive tissue paper with ugly wrinkles.

Thales looked at the thin paper, feeling unspeakable in his heart.

It's that piece of paper.

The invitation that Ashida had written to him.

After being intercepted by the suspicious Nikolai in the Palace of Heroes, under Thales' tricks and cover-up, the Meteorite angrily crumpled it up.

but……

"I thought you had thrown it away."

Thales frowned and looked at Nicolai: "Didn't you read the joke written on the paper, do you need me to repeat it?"

Nikolai laughed coldly.

He took a step forward and stepped heavily on the sky blue thin paper.

There was a line of faded large characters on the paper, which was particularly conspicuous:

[The Meteorite Idiot. 】

"Yes, but that's just an appearance."

Nicolai shook his head slowly.

The image of Thales was reflected in his eyes, no matter how much Nicolai shook his head, he never left the center of his pupils: "You can't imagine, I spent two whole months, paid a lot of money, and mobilized almost all intelligence resources , From the raw material to the source of the goods, I single-mindedly traced the details of this piece of paper."

Thales was startled.

"Lylan cardboard," Nicolai repeated word by word, lifeless and rhythmic, as if reciting knowledge he knew nothing about:

"The raw wood is produced in the Principality of Norton, and the manufacturing and dyeing process is from the Dragon's Kiss. ​​The material is excellent, durable, and can even be erased repeatedly. It is a special paper for the court of the Principality of Anrenzo in the south of the Westland, and it is specially used for writing noble invitations. "

Thales looked at him solemnly.

Nicolai smiled, with a hint of pride in catching his opponent: "In the Northland, wealthy and powerful nobles may spend a lot of money to build a sharp sword, or raise a good horse, but no one will use this You can’t buy this kind of luxury paper anywhere, and even Comus merchants don’t bother to transport it to the Northland.”

"And we have also searched the mission of the stars before, including Viscount Putilei Nieman, and there is no trace of this thing."

With Thales' complicated eyes, Nicolai pointed to the crumpled cardboard on the ground: "This thing."

"It shouldn't have appeared in the Palace of Heroes, but in your hands."

The next moment, the voice of the meteorite turned cold: "This can only be brought in from the outside, from a channel we don't know, and it must be deliberately hidden from the eyes and ears of the Palace of Heroes, because it must bear some secrets special mission."

Hearing this, Thales gently closed his eyes.

A secret and special mission...

well.

"Little prince, obviously, you have been hiding something from us very long ago."

Nicolai grinned and showed a cruel smile: "Although I don't know, you are indeed secretly planning to complete it by going out of the palace to play chess every month. Obviously, there is also a problem with that chess and card room."

"So after you disappeared," the meteorite's eyes became sharper than ever before: "When the Earl of Lisbane was still thinking about who took you away, and when the major forces were still tempting each other in surprise."

"I knew it, and I firmly believe it: you were neither kidnapped nor taken away."

"But he escaped by himself!"

Nicolai closed his mouth and looked at Thales contemptuously.

"At that time, I knew: all of this must be a drama you made up and performed by yourself, that's all."

At this moment, a light wind blew up on the barren rocky ground, bringing up sand and dust, which made Thales feel colder and heavier.

"Thinking about it this way, it's obvious where you went after you disappeared," Nikolai's words have never been so powerful, almost no less than his blade:

"At that time, the forces that everyone suspected and were deeply suspicious of, Heisha Ling, Qiyuan City, the dark room, including the forces of the vassals of Longxiao City, these have become the most unlikely places for you to go."

Sentence after sentence, Thales even felt that Nicolai's words almost pushed him into a corner.

"So, the Grand Duke's personal guards blocked the city on the surface, pretending to doubt these forces, and were too busy to take care of themselves."

Nicolai's smile became more and more frightening: "Essentially, within an hour of your disappearance, we put all our energy and resources into the only direction."

He opened his mouth slowly, enunciating the words clearly:

"Kingdom of Stars, Secret Section."

Nicolai sneered again and again: This was an expression he had never seen in the previous outdoor training.

It seemed that this was the moment when he completely defeated Thales.

"Yes, Thales, we caught up with you outside the city in the bush where you stayed, and we found the footprints of you and the pack horse within half an hour after you left."

Taylor's heart tightened.

"If it wasn't for Monty's intervention, you would be in the Palace of Heroes by now."

Nicolai shook his head, as if he didn't care: "But you have to know: you can't escape."

The meteorite's sneer continued.

It made Thales feel even more depressed.

The boy silently looked at the paper that Nicolai stepped on, without saying a word.

As if it wasn't paper.

It's his pride.

After a long while, Thales said with difficulty and hoarsely: "It turned out to be this."

"I couldn't have imagined that it was this piece of paper, and there was something wrong with the source of this piece of paper."

He sighed dejectedly:

"damn it……"

damn it……

Ashida puppy Thales added in his heart blankly.

Nikolai responded with a chuckle.

"Look, once the key is pierced," the Meteorite's boots slowly turned, slowly rolling over the thin paper:

"The famous Kingdom Secret Science is nothing more than that."

"Your escape plan is full of mistakes and omissions, it is childish and ridiculous."

Thales took a deep breath.

The sun finally passed overhead and began to sink.

The wilderness is still silent, only the breeze blowing through the cracks in the rocks, and a few sporadic birdsong in the distance.

"Very powerful, Meteorite."

"You said you were cautious," Thales sighed, "You did not underestimate me, and you made me pay the price."

He raised his head slowly, and said word by word:

"But you underestimated the secret department."

Nicolai's eyes froze.

Thales didn't continue talking, he turned around with a smile, his eyes lit up.

"Wow, he left me a horse before he left," Thales looked happily, looking at Monty's only remaining horse:

"And swords and shields."

"I guess he did it on purpose, maybe he's upset to see you."

Under Nicolai's increasingly hostile eyes, Thales walked towards the horse without hesitation.

"Hum," the meteorite's smile this time was quite special, he shook his head while laughing:

"real?"

"you and me?"

Thales also laughed.

He drew his sword from the saddle, picked up his shield, and turned to the strange-looking Nikolai.

"Speaking of which," Thales looked at the other party with great interest, swung his long sword, tried the weight of the shield, and nodded happily: "After so long in the course, we don't seem to be able to really , have you fought with real swords and guns, risking your life?"

In the next second, Thales put away his smile and made a gesture of swordsmanship used by the Northern Army.

Raise the shield forward, and the sword is on standby.

The young man had a solemn expression, and he was facing the most powerful opponent he had ever challenged, except for the magician.

Extreme Meteorites.

Siri Nicolai.

This is probably not the most disparate battle he has ever experienced.

But it will definitely be the toughest battle.

You only have one chance. Thales looked at the person in front of him with full concentration, and silently said to himself:

Thales.

Only one time.

Looking at Thales who was ready with the weapon in hand, Nikolai's smile slowly faded.

"That's a bad idea."

He was expressionless and concise: "Only you, why should you defeat me?"

Thales snorted coldly and shrugged his shoulders: "Why, at this point, you still expect me to be captured obediently?"

The Meteor frowned fiercely.

The wind howled, and the icy blade of the sword reflected the scorching sun.

Nicolai's brows relaxed, and he suddenly said:

"You eat... with your right hand, right?"

Thales narrowed his eyes: "What?"

Nikolai's pupils slowly tightened.

"rest assured."

He pressed his knuckles, twisted his neck, and moved the joints of his whole body, and there was a terrible crackling sound between the bones.

The meteorite clenched his fists and walked slowly towards Thales who was waiting in full force.

"No matter how bad the fight is later..."

The former commander of the White Blade Guard said coldly:

"I'll keep that hand for you."