Kingdom’s Bloodline

"I don't……"

Thales had to cover up his surprise with the overturned teacup, until the little veiled nun next to Megan stepped forward enthusiastically and skillfully, and inconsiderately cleaned up the mess on the table for him.

"I do not understand?"

But this time, Megan kept silent and silently observed the prince behind the desk.

This is the boy.

The boy who is about the future of the kingdom.

Hearing the magic, his expression was slightly surprised, unlike the old nobles who were born with shrewd calculations, full of formalities and disguises.

But they are no more cautious and ambitious than the upstarts in the royal capital.

Gilbert was caught off guard:

"Megan Sacrifice! I thought we were just a theology class today, and you explained the knowledge related to God to Your Highness..."

"As I said, theology has never been the study of God alone."

Megan interrupted the protest of Gilbert - this idiot who seemed very smart to others, but was still so dull and hopeless - and continued to look at the Duke of Thales in front of him.

The young Duke looked a little thin, reminding her of poor people who crowded outside the charismatic place in winter and waited for help.

But his eyes were piercing, sharp and alert.

Not only that, Megan can also tell from the other party's other behaviors, such as natural and casual sitting posture, fast-paced movements, bold and direct conversation and other details, that this is not a traditional star prince.

At least not like the previous ones.

Meghan glanced at the prince's clothes again: the color is deep and the style is conservative, but the details of the collar and cuffs are designed in novel shapes, coupled with the silver thread that is buried just right, interacting with the nine-pointed star brooch. Set off.

The priestess nodded secretly.

It seems that the royal tailors have also opened up and know how to reshape the style and innovate the fashion.

Well, I'm probably tired of the heavy retro trend in the aristocratic circle of Eternal Star City for more than ten years since the Scarlet Year—because the owner of the Fuxing Palace prefers classic and cool colors, over the years, there are many people in Wangdu's face. Ordinary tailors who sell trendy designs and use bold colors are almost forced to die.

But after a short pause, Megan understood again.

No, although the royal tailors of the palace often let themselves go and practice their skills in the clothing design of the major noble families (and most of the stupid customers who know nothing about aesthetics will only show a face of admiration and appreciation for their realistic acting skills , to match their exorbitant employment fees), but they have no reason and no courage to conduct trend experiments on the second prince who has not returned long ago and has attracted the attention of the whole country.

This is not a newly designed style.

Megan's heart skipped a beat.

What the prince wore was the favorite style of the former owner of this hall more than ten years ago.

She looked at the idiot earl who was still chattering again, and continued to ignore the warning eyes of the other party.

From this point of view, he, who has worked hard for many years and is about to turn Fuxing Palace into his second home, has taken great pains.

only……

Does it really work?

Megan smiled slightly.

"You know what I'm talking about, Thales."

She didn't care about calling the prince's name again, ignoring the other party's status.

Under the gods, souls are equal.

Titles are useless, piety is supreme.

Is not it?

"In this world, not every child is lucky enough to experience a confrontation between a disaster and a giant dragon."

Meghan was satisfied to see the prince's face became serious:

"During the past few years, regarding the disaster in Longxiao City...don't you feel troubled, curious, or seek an explanation?"

Thales' eyes froze.

Dragon Clouds City.

"When you hear the rumors of disasters and destruction of the world, watch the dramas of the End War, read their descriptions with different appearances, and listen to the ambiguous explanations given by noble teachers, do you really accept them all?"

magic.

Thales leaned back in his chair, frowning.

So, "problem that has troubled you for several years" is saying this because of my experience in Dragon Clouds.

rather than because...

Under the table,

Thales squeezed his left palm, feeling the scars left by countless dagger cuts on it.

He let go of his nervousness and all the possibilities he had just thought about:

Did the secret department catch suspicious clues while spying on him? Half-doctor Ramon's affair exposed? Did you find a book in Dragon Clouds City and leave a clue? Showed off in class with Ashida? The little slicker accidentally leaked the secret? Or even a thousand-year-old ugly witch who hadn't seen her for many years stabbed her in the back and spread rumors?

"Priest Megan, you should have discussed it with me in advance..." Gilbert's cough suddenly healed, and was replaced by his sigh.

Megan turned her head gracefully.

"There's no need to hide it, there's no need to cover it up." Sunset knew how hard it took her to hold back the subconscious 'idiot' and said with a smile:

"Count Caso."

"Talking about mages does not bring disaster, nor does reflection on magic lead to the end."

Her unabashed words made Gilbert's face change suddenly.

"Only those who are obsessed with obsession and blind superstition will go astray."

Megan turned around and looked straight at Thales with a complicated expression:

"Precisely because of ignorance."

"With arrogance."

Thales was silent for a while.

Gilbert's sigh got deeper and deeper:

"A long time ago, I have explained the evil of the disaster to His Highness..."

Megan's tone was gentle, but she retorted without showing any weakness:

"Earl Casso, do you really think that he will be a fool who will run away to eat, drink and have fun after class and listening to the lecture, and no longer care about the content of the study?"

"Do you really think he will sit back and relax, be willing to be ignorant, and stop caring about things that once threatened his life for the rest of his life?"

Gilbert was slightly dumb, and he and the priest looked at the prince behind the desk at the same time.

But Thales just remained silent, thinking about the unknown.

Gilbert's tone was slightly weaker:

"He's still young..."

But Megan's rhetorical question became more and more powerful:

"He's old enough."

The elder priest said coldly:

"If magic really aroused the unrestrained curiosity of a young man, it doesn't have to wait until now. As early as the six years away from your sight, he had already indulged himself, indulged in it, ignored taboos and didn't know where to go."

Gilbert looked at the prince, frowned slightly, but said nothing.

All right.

The teenager, who had been thinking a lot and nervous in the first few seconds, let out a breath.

"Well, indeed," the prince's tone became relaxed:

"I really want to know."

Thales smiled and said sincerely:

"Magic and, disaster?"

"Gilbert said something a long time ago, and the Exeter's books also talked about it, but not much."

Gilbert's expression changed again.

"Look, Thales."

"God knows your confusion," Megan looked at him kindly, with a confident look on his face:

"If you believe in it, God will protect you."

Sunset.

if you protect me...

Thales sighed unabashedly:

Can we make her stop being such a stickler?

Megan looked at his expression and understood.

As expected, he grew up in the North without believing in God.

This is not surprising, since the end of the war, most northerners no longer believe in the gods that were once revered by the empire as orthodox, or any beliefs related to them-instead, they turned to the one who did not think that hybrids with alien beasts What the shameful founding king brought:

Arrogant and ignorant, arrogant and conceited.

Megan pouted.

God knows how much Haoyue and Mingye Temple sacrificed to survive on that land.

But that's the magic of faith, isn't it?

Just like how many years ago I was immersed in vanity and impulsiveness, thinking that I understood my own life and found the pursuit of this world, thus ignoring God's teaching and arrangement?

Fortunately, God is selfless and uncomplaining.

Only protection and tolerance.

Meghan gratefully performed a prayer in her invisible sleeve, so that the nervous little Nia would not have to repeat it after her.

"In the first place, where does magic come from?"

Thales shrugged while maintaining a smile, expressing that he didn't know.

Just kidding, if only I knew.

No, it would be bad if she knew I knew.

Megan gestured to the young nun behind her:

"Nia."

The veiled girl who looked thin and pitiful received a reminder, and labored but carefully took out a large square box with metallic luster from the luggage they brought, and placed it on Thales' desk.

Wait, it's not a box. It is made of thin plates from top to bottom without leaving any gaps.

Seems more like a - book?

The pattern on the top of the metal box is a vividly carved king in uniform, surrounded by everyone. The style of the carving is simple and simple, but easy to understand. There are also some Thales engraved around it, which looks very familiar, and is somewhat similar to the ancient imperial text. symbol.

"What's this?"

Thales frowned, and subconsciously reached out to open the "book" made of metal.

Snapped!

"Don't touch!"

The back of Thales' hand hurt, and he withdrew his palm in shock, only to find that the person who hit him was the little nun named Nia.

I saw Nia stretching out her hand habitually, and she could vaguely see the vicious look under the veil.

Like she's done it countless times, warning anyone who wants to touch the book with metal pages.

But the next second, when the little nun realized who she was hitting, she suddenly panicked.

"I……"

Nia lowered her head and whispered softly:

"Yes, right..."

Thales could only smile awkwardly (what else could he do? Let D.D come in, drag her out and kill her?), and retracted Hu Lai's left hand resentfully.

But Megan Sacrifice quickly relieved him:

"This is a metal plaque found in the tomb of King Ansett."

"King Ansett?"

Taylor's eyes moved:

"Wait, I read that name..."

Thales used his little brain to recall the time in the library in Dragon Clouds City.

But obviously Meghan is not going to give him the opportunity to show his memory and knowledge, bluntly:

"He is one of the human ancestors of the Kings Period, and a royal in-law of the ancient Shavin Kingdom."

"During the century when the last line of defense collapsed, the Jagged King died in battle, the Northland fell, Chauvin perished, and the ancient orcs marched southward, it was King Ansett who raised his arms and shouted, resisting all opinions, and fought against the human team who fled south in panic. Li unite the kings, form a joint meeting, hold on to the fortified city, and wait for an opportunity to counterattack..."

Thales snorted just right, thinking of the initiator of the Kings' Joint Conference and the symbol of the Kings' Ji, but he looked at the metal nameplate on the table, and then he had a strange expression:

"King Ansett..."

"You... stole his tomb?"

Megan Sacrifice's expression froze immediately.

"not us."

Her tone was a little dissatisfied.

Thales coughed and said angrily:

"of course not."

You guys are just... kind and innocent buyers and collectors, right?

"And this is..." Thales turned his attention back to the pages of metal nameplates in front of him, watched Nia skillfully open the first few pages, and several pictures flashed:

The city wall collapsed, the sentry posts were broken, and countless people were decapitated;

Huge figures came in groups, carrying heads and weapons, approaching a group of soldiers who had no way out;

The king on the cover sits at a round table, waving his arms and making a speech.

"In ancient times, when paper and printing did not appear, people recorded important deeds and history on inscription pages made of special alloys, so that they would not be forgotten."

Megan sat in place and said lightly:

"As far as I know, some places, including Northland, still retain this tradition."

Thales remembered.

When I was still in the Northland, it was said that the "Book of the White Blade Guard" was written in this way, but Thales couldn't figure it out. After hundreds of years, the records of the White Blade Guard should weigh dozens of tons, right? , can the dead face with thin arms and legs move?

In the distance, the surprised Gilbert wanted to step forward but couldn't lose his demeanor, so he stretched his neck from where he was and took a look. Thales could see from his eyes the affection for the metal nameplate. stunning.

"In the beginning, when the world has not been fully explored, when beliefs are still torn apart, and when human beings are still small and humble..."

Megan spoke slowly, while Sister Nia turned the page cooperatively:

On the pages of the book, the kings wearing crowns are small in stature, standing back to back among a group of huge figures.

"At that time, human beings were surrounded by incompatible and powerful alien races: the bloodthirsty orcs who worshiped their ancestors went south to open up frontiers, the elven kingdoms that believed in nature were in full swing, and the dwarf kings who worshiped iron and fire were ambitious..."

"There are even giant dragons and evil beasts..."

Thales moved:

"Er... what?"

Megan had to stop again and sighed:

"Evidence from an archaeological discovery shows that many years before the appearance of human pictures and writing, our world was ruled by many huge beasts."

"Unimaginably huge."

"The dragon is only the first of them."

"They travel unscrupulously between the sky and the earth, rule the mountains and the sea, use the world as a hunting ground, use the living beings as slaves, and take and seize the tiny insects, showing boundless coercion."

Only then did Thales understand.

Nia turned another page:

A man wearing a crown stood at the top of the city, and many figures stood beside him, some holding weapons, some wearing robes, and some leaning on their canes...

"Among the human beings, there is such a group of counselors, who rely on their experience and wisdom, in the tents of the tribes, in the courts of the nobles, and in the towers of the cities, to give advice dutifully and responsibly, and strive to gain a breathing space for the human race. "

"It's no different from Earl Caso over there."

In the distance, Gilbert's face darkened again.

"At that time, the treacherous environment almost forced the most humble and weakest human beings to a dead end."

Nia turned to the next page.

The engraving on this page attracted Thales' attention:

In the vast sky, a vaguely carved figure appeared in the pattern of the sun. It looked down awe-inspiringly, and stretched out its arms to the king and his counselors from the sky.

"Until the gods look down and have mercy on the weak."

Megan's words became more profound:

"Prophets and envoys came to the world one after another, pointing out the way of the future for mankind, and spreading the faith of the gods."

"And the group of people I was talking about..."

Megan looked up:

"Some of them accepted God and faith, devout and humble."

"Others are skeptical, even dismissive."

Thales shuddered, and he immediately saw the next page that Nia turned over:

Under the sun, a man wearing a crown is standing in the center, and there are several groups of people standing beside him, among which the two groups at the left and right ends are the most conspicuous: the people on the right bow and worship with humble expressions, and the people on the left carry their backs. Standing upright, the movements are different.

Looking at the two completely different groups of people beside the king, Thales' expression became serious.

Megan's words continued:

"The former establishes churches, takes root in the people, and educates the people."

"The latter get together and stand together, form a school of their own, and find another way."

Megan changed the subject:

"And this is the beginning of the division between faith and magic, priests and mages, temple churches and magic towers."

Thales, who had figured it out, couldn't help but say:

"What?"

He looked at Megan, who just smiled slightly:

"Now, do you know why, the knowledge about mystical magic that has died out in the past is only mentioned in our theology class?"

Thales was a little unbelievable.

"Faith and magic come from the same source," the old priest said solemnly:

"We depend on each other and prove our importance to each other."

Thales stared blankly at Priest Megan in front of him, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Megan kept talking, quite majestic, and even Gilbert couldn't help but look solemn and upright:

"They were originally brothers, and they were all inspired by God."

Megan sighed slowly:

"It's just that the eldest son is faithful and the youngest son is rebellious."

There is a touch of respect in Megan's words:

"But they all worked for one goal: the survival and prosperity of humanity."

Thales listened in amazement, thinking that this was another statement.

Faith and magic, religion and mages, all from the same source?

"God's eldest son reshape the spirit of the people, brings the belief of protection and salvation, makes people abandon their weakness, dispel fear, leave tenacity, and give birth to bravery."

"The youngest son of God brought powerful weapons to people, allowing them to be more smooth and comfortable in the coming victory."

As Nia flipped, many scenes on the metal nameplate came into Thales' eyes:

escape.

banquet.

mobilization.

get married.

celebrate.

war.

funeral.

And so on.

But those two groups of people show up from time to time.

Those who bowed always sang in ceremonies and banquets, and those who turned their backs always appeared on the battlefield and on the top of the city.

Thales frowned as he looked at the simple but profound picture carving.

"In the self-evident and unanimous cooperation between the two of them, human beings gradually rise and gradually counterattack."

Megan's tone softened slightly.

The old priest took a deep breath and sighed with emotion:

"In the end, on the Quigul Icefield, in that peerless battle where both sides gambled all their chips and gambled heavily on the future..."

"King Ansett, and the other six human kings, together with their pious 3,000 iron cavalry, broke into the orc's tens of thousands of heavy infantry..."

Thales was shocked!

The story is...

"They never returned, but at the cost of their lives, they successfully attacked and killed the highest holy chieftain of the ancient orcs."

Nia turned to the last few pages:

The king was wearing several scarves and holding his sword, lying quietly in the center of the battlefield, but those huge figures carrying human heads had long since disappeared. Only countless small figures with horses and guns surrounded the king and raised their flags. Stand up.

And above the sky, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, illuminating the battlefield.

"With the loss of the supreme holy chief, the leaderless ancient orcs were defeated."

Megan raised her head and spoke clearly:

"So, the battle that started an era is called..."

"The Battle of Chasing Saints."

Thales was silent.

Panting lightly, Nya struggled to cover the metal inscription.

Covering these ten thin pages, it contains the record of King Ansett's magnificent life thousands of years ago.

"The chasing of the saints is over, the old times have changed, the bloody bravery of the orcs is no longer terrifying, the rule of the elves has declined, the arrogance of the dwarves has disappeared, and the fear brought by the dragons and evil beasts has finally come down to unprovable legends."

"So the alien races hid in all directions, and the belief of the gods spread throughout the earth."

Megan looked faintly, looking at the sunset outside the window:

"The prosperous age of mankind is coming."

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