Kingdom’s Bloodline

"You care about them."

Thales stared steadily at the emotionally unstable Kuai Rope: "Your father and brother."

Kuaisheng was stunned for a moment.

His expression darkened.

"Do you have any family? Thales?"

Thales pursed his lips tightly.

family.

An unspeakable feeling came to my heart.

There are probably some in those fragmented memories.

but here...

Kuaisheng raised his eyebrows, remembering something.

"Sorry, I forgot," Kuaisheng waved his hands under the dim light, showing an apologetic smile: "Of course, this makes you the sole heir. Your identity is sensitive and everyone is watching."

Thales nodded wordlessly.

"But I have."

Kuai Sheng's smile slowly disappeared: "From the first day I was sensible, I was told: I have a great and wise father, and a model elder brother."

"Father is very strict and indifferent. As the monarch of the entire dragon kingdom, he will always have endless government affairs and irrefutable reasons."

"The elder brother is very outstanding, dazzling, courageous and capable, experienced in many battles, and his prestige is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Quick Rope moved his shoulders, his face sank in the darkness where the fire could not shine, and he couldn't distinguish his expression: "And I, the second son of King Nun, the younger brother of Prince Suriel..."

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head.

"Thales."

"When my father and brother are so outstanding, I have lived under their shadows for more than ten years, chasing their footsteps and chasing their world, but no matter how hard I work, no matter how good I am in schoolwork, How much to talk about at a feast, how much to kill in a hunt... but never to be touched."

Thales listened intently, but Kuaisheng smiled disapprovingly.

"Until Lady Jinx told me..."

His eyes reflected the light, and there was unspeakable emotion in them.

"I am his younger brother, and I was born to assist and serve him. Suriel is destined to become the Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds City, and even King Exeter. I want to respect him, obey him, and be loyal to him from the bottom of my heart, becoming his helper and supporter." arm."

"I can only behave myself, complete my studies properly, grow up, become an adult, and be an ordinary, mediocre, neither outstanding nor bad Northland nobleman. That's enough."

Quick Rope took a deep breath, with imperceptible banter in his tone.

"When I grow up, as the younger brother of the future king, I will have my own small piece of fiefdom, which will be divided out as a baron or even a viscount, with my own surname, my own family, bathed in the glory of the Dragonlance branch, or as a marriage Under the watchful eyes of the king, marry a wife, give birth to children, die, and wait for posterity to write my name between the two genealogies."

"Any presumptuous and disrespectful thoughts are wrong. If I behave too prominently and abnormally, people will wonder whether some ministers with different hearts are secretly instigating me."

Thales looked at the fast rope and tried his best to imagine the former Prince Moral.

"This is the first half of my life, and what I thought I would have, my whole life." Kuai Rope returned to its original state and said without emotion.

silence.

"But it didn't last, did it?" In the silence, Thales took over the conversation softly:

"Accidents always come suddenly."

Quick Rope turned to him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Yes, that's what you think," the former prince said lightly:

"Eighteen years ago, on the night before the war, I was taken out of the castle by Nikolai and his guards in my sleep. I belonged to me. I thought I was going to die in the rural fiefdom above it, and returned to Longxiao. city."

Kuai Rope's eyes froze in the air, and his tone was hollow.

"Suriel is lying there."

Thales sighed, thinking of the eldest son of Nun mentioned by many people.

"Yes, that Suriel, the elder brother whom I admired and revered, made me feel ashamed and resentful, just lying quietly in the Hall of Heroes, motionless,

His face was pale, gold coins covered his eyes, and the long sword was held in his palm. "

"We are very different in age, and we usually don't talk much, but I think that is the closest contact between us and the least barrier."

Kuaisheng said dully: "That day, the once majestic father seemed to be twenty years old. Facing his second son who had always been indifferent and let himself go, he said a lot, from the power of the king to the relationship between the princes, The attitude towards the vassals, including the upcoming war... But I didn't listen to a word, and my mind was full of Suriel's pale face."

"That night, I became the first heir."

Thales sighed softly. For some reason, he remembered the day when he was recognized as the second prince of the Star Kingdom in the Fuxing Palace.

"In the first ten years of your life, everyone reprimanded you to be a submissive and obedient boy, not to exceed the rules, but after one night, everyone turned their heads and forced you to become a great talent The wise prince of Wei Lue."

Kuaisheng's words were lifeless, lifeless, with a touch of irony: "Damn fate, after I experienced doubts, envy, jealousy, resentment, pain, unwillingness and finally giving up and letting go, once again came to me like a drama. on the body."

He sneered.

"But you know, what did I see in that seat, in that hell?"

Thales raised his head and looked directly into Kuai Rope's eyes.

"Twisted." The former Prince Moral spit out these two words with a cold face.

"Conkley Peifit, the kid from Fengzhaocheng who grew up with me, who used to be heartless. I don't know when he became suspicious and preoccupied, and his words were secretive and hypocritical," Kuaisheng said silently. :

"I tried to approach him as a friend, but... since Conkley's grandfather and father passed away, since he became the young Grand Duke of Fengzhao City, and since I became the heir of Dragon Clouds City, the way he looked at me, There are more things that can’t be explained clearly.”

Thales frowned, and the hysterical and painful confession of Grand Duke Peifit at the end of the duel appeared in front of him.

"When my father beat him, I dissuaded him, and I volunteered to persuade Feng Zhaocheng," Kuai Sheng trembled slightly:

"But no matter how hard I try, how I express my sincerity and apology, how I assure him that I will... Conkley's smile has no warmth, hatred, jealousy, madness, these are what I can interpret from him stuff, we can no longer drink as innocently as we used to."

His last words are full of desolation.

"As for Charmain Rumba, when I first met him after the war, I knew it."

Kuaisheng chuckled lightly: "The calm, gentle, well-behaved Cousin Charmain in the past no longer exists, only death and pain, emptiness and indifference remain in his eyes, and only taciturn, Grand Duke Heisha, who cherishes words like gold, seems to be haunted by the ghosts of his relatives, and will not leave for a long time."

"Every time I talk to him, I shudder, either I am talking to a dead person, or, in his eyes, I am a dead person."

Thales clenched his fists as he thought of Grand Duke Heisha who was flickering in the firelight.

"Twist, Thales, twist." Quick Rope's voice echoed.

"They were all distorted and captured, including my father and brother, Thales, who were captured by power, enslaved, and lost."

The former Prince Exeter said coldly: "In that chain, they have become something else, indifferent tools, cold-blooded scum, suspicious tyrants, but they are no longer themselves."

Thales was stunned.

A certain conversation from a long time ago reverberated in his mind again.

"Because if you want to enter this circle, Thales, and even climb to the top," Kuaisheng's tone became urgent:

"The first thing to do is bow down, open your mind and body, let their world and ideas rule all of you, and turn you into something you can't recognize yourself. Only in this way can you start playing this game Only by playing the game can you play well.”

"I heard that you were brought back from the people, Thales," Kuaisheng called softly, calling Thales back from contemplation and trance:

"Then answer me, think about it carefully, what did you look like after you became a prince?"

"Can you still choose your own path? Follow your own heart?"

"After becoming a prince," Kuai Sheng's words pierced Thales' heart like a sharp knife: "Are you still yourself, or Thales?"

"Or has it...become something else?"

"What have you gained and what have you lost?"

Thales listened quietly.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously clasped the jc dagger on the back of his waist.

The dagger brought out from the abandoned house.

His past.

his past.

A few seconds later, Thales shook his head with a silent expression.

"I don't know." He said with difficulty.

"What do you say?"

Quick Rope smiled.

"Same as you," the former prince knocked on the wall, and leaned up stiffly: "I don't know either."

"But I know... how this will end."

Kuaisheng's eyes gathered together, bright and bright.

"I don't know how Suriel died, and no one told me what happened to the strange hunt, but since becoming the heir of the damned, I think I understand: Suriel was destined to welcome him of the end."

"It's not because of a certain individual, a certain conspiracy, or a certain accident, but because he is sitting in this seat, and because Suriel was born in this way, and being in it, his decisiveness, ruthlessness and ambition are all symptoms. He is used to walking in the dark, maneuvering in tricks, going back and forth in politics, swinging swords on the battlefield, and climbing snow peaks in the wind and frost of the dragon kingdom... Then he will die here one day, or later, Sooner or later, not this time, or next time, his way of life will come back and swallow his life one day."

Thales took a deep breath.

Coming backwards, devouring life.

The Death Crow's comment on Suriel is still vivid in his memory, but Kuai Rope's words made him understand more.

"This has nothing to do with your strength, Thales. On the contrary, the greater your strength and power, the tighter the chains will be, and the deeper the hoops, the harder it will be to break free."

Kuaisheng looked at him coldly: "Just like our father."

"Like Charmain Rumba now."

The room fell silent again.

A corpse and two people with special identities, just like that, were relatively speechless under the moonlight and lamplight.

"That's it?"

After a while, Thales spoke with difficulty.

"Is that why you changed?"

"Is that all your reason for leaving?"

Thales let go of the dagger on the back of his waist and sighed: "Whether it's King Nunn or Peifite, when they tell me your story, there is always a girl involved."

The fast rope moved slightly.

He walked away from the wall and sat upright unconsciously.

"If you heard it from them," Kuaisheng said with a rare non-haze smile on his face, "probably there is nothing good to say."

Thales raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Kuaisheng paused for a moment, then looked at Prince Xingchen with a strange look, with a deep and soft tone.

"Thales, you are not very old, but... have you ever fallen in love with someone, or been loved by someone?"

Just listen to Kuai Sheng said lightly: "Sometimes, green feelings are more unforgettable."

Thales just wanted to shake his head.

But at that moment, he remembered a voice.

It was a soft and pleasant female voice that only appeared in fragments.

His body stiffened, preventing him from shaking his head.

Every time that voice appeared, it made him tremble and suffer unconsciously.

The voice that he still couldn't remember the master's name.

she?

Thales trembled slightly.

"Maybe," Thales subconsciously said, nodding in a trance: "Maybe there are."

she.

The moonlight shone on the room, as if gently stroking the two silent people.

Kuaisheng looked at the prince for a long time, and finally showed a faint smile.

"very nice."

Quick Rope crossed his arms, looked away from Thales, and looked at the moonlight outside the broken window.

"Whether someone cares about it, or is cared about by someone..."

Just listen to him whispering:

"It's all a kind of happiness."