Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Theodora, the 'Brightest Star'."

"This is the daughter of the Oathkeeper, the noble princess of the royal family," Nob paused, and looked at Thales with deep meaning:

"And the Duchess of Star Lake."

Oathkeeper's daughter?

Thales breathed slightly and looked at the female knight with sharp eyebrows and thin lips and a slight smile.

"She was unmarried all her life, and her reputation is not well known in history, but she is the longest-serving chief of secret intelligence - the blood of the elves gave her a long and healthy life - so long that she had to retire early and set up another chief, so as not to cause controversy between the ruling and opposition parties .”

Tire looked at the heroic princess and the Duchess of Xinghu curiously.

His... ancestors.

[Theodora E.M. Canxing, 354-? 】

Her aura made one have to think of the Fortress Flower, but the latter was far inferior to Theodora's domineering arrogance that was as dazzling as silver and made people bow their heads.

"However, her death year is not written on it." Thales asked puzzled.

Nob smiled:

"Because we - the secret department ourselves don't know."

"It is said that when Princess Theodora really left the Secret Service at the age of one hundred and one and drifted away, the reigning 'surviving king' Elan III was already her great-grandson."

In contrast, her brothers lived much shorter lives.

Nob wondered.

Thales looked down, and then saw the princess's quotations embroidered with gold thread:

[Look, look, look, look at a f*ck, idiot. 】

Thales petrified in place.

What the hell?

Thales looked at the neatly embroidered "Princess Quote" full of dirty words, his face twitched in disbelief.

This is……

Princess Star?

"Can't you change the words? Normal?"

Nobu showed an embarrassed expression,

hesitated:

"This, because it's her own wish, so no, that's inconvenient."

What if she comes back someday——he bit the sentence in his mouth.

Thales narrowed his eyes and understood.

He was so good that he stopped looking at Theodora's portrait.

"As you can see, even though she is a woman, Theodora has a tough attitude and domineering methods during her time in power, which can be called the best in secret science."

Nob explained along the way:

"Since she started, the Kingdom's Secret Division has spread spies all over the world, and those who are fierce and radical will be punished."

"If necessary, she will not hesitate to issue the much-maligned foreign assassination mission, even if it may lead to a war."

Assassination abroad.

Thales was taken aback.

He remembered the fate of his eldest son that King Nun told him that night.

"But it is said that in those years, the dark room dreamed of being able to go south to the Great Needle Forest, and Kuntana didn't dare to cross the Sea of ​​Ending. Even though he was itching with hatred, no one dared to touch even a hair of the secret department's spies."

Nobu looked at this special star princess, without hiding the admiration and longing in his eyes.

Thales let out a breath.

Damn occult.

How many pens and inks are there that have not been written in the history books in this place?

"Oh, the next three, I'm afraid we have to watch them together."

Nobu leaned on the cane with great interest, and seemed to be getting acquainted with the new third leg.

He pointed out another painting to Thales, in which was a tall, handsome, sunny and handsome man:

[Noah C. P. Almond, 434-462]

"'Lone Sail,' Noah Almond."

"It is said that he is one of the lovers of Queen Elijah, the 'Northern Conqueror'."

Queen's lover...

so.

Is this the king's man?

Nobu lowered his head and blinked, changing his previous solemnity:

"Of course, there are also people who say that conquerors like chasing beauty, and there is no one in her court who the queen has not slept with—regardless of gender."

Hearing the gossip, Thales looked at the handsome man Noah with different eyes.

Looking from a distance, Noah in the painting has a healthy figure and a handsome face. He is indeed outstanding and is a temporary choice.

Nobu shook his head and said:

"But unfortunately, with Queen Alicia losing power, Gu Fan was sent to the guillotine by his deputy and successor."

"Deputy? By my own deputy?"

Thales frowned, thinking of my tavern in the Saber Camp and its thought-provoking signboard.

Nobu nodded and sighed:

"It is true that not every pair of partners is as happy and seamless as Leinster and Halva."

He looked at the next painting.

"And this is Gu Fan's deputy."

There is a faint awe in Nobu's words:

"Baron Pale, Sancho."

Thales raised his head and saw a man in the painting with a bloodless face but a pair of deep eyes.

Sancho's face is not bad, his posture is elegant, and his fingers are slender to pluck the strings. He looks like a talented man with poetry in his stomach.

Not the intelligence chief of the underground world.

[Sancho D. D. Doyle, 438-489]

Seeing the surname, Thales was taken aback for a moment:

"Doyle? His last name is Doyle?"

Nob wondered:

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Pale Baron, Doyle.

"It's nothing." Thales shook his head, remembering the previous "Wisdom" Karabyan:

"That is, whenever you put a combination of nouns like this together..."

Thales tried his best to drive another bodyguard and his equally weird father out of his mind, and said with emotion:

"It always makes people wonder, 'History, what have you done to them'."

"Please continue."

Nobu was a little baffled, but continued:

"Sancho was once the head of the cruel officials under the Red King John II, the top of the powerful ministers, powerful and bloody."

"The Secret Service was just an intelligence agency before him, but in his hands it has become a terrifying monster that integrates monitoring, control, trial, law enforcement, violence, propaganda, censorship, and stability maintenance."

Nob cadenced and cadenced, as if telling a ghost story.

"As the most powerful intelligence officer in history, he spread the anger and tyranny of the Red King to his heart's content. He did whatever he wanted, and the situation was extremely difficult to control, ending the historical inheritance of countless famous families."

Thales frowned, and looked at this different Doyle again: he was noble and elegant, and he didn't look like a bloody executioner anyway.

Nobu's tone became urgent, as if seeing the blood of those years:

"Until the Pale Baron also died at the hands of his deputy and successor, the 'Black Messenger' Mason Zoneveld."

Thales raised his eyebrows.

Died by the deputy again.

Following Nobu's eyes, he saw the third person:

[Mason H. A. Zoneveld, 443-506]

This person stood alone in the darkness, his eyes were gloomy, his face was not bad but he looked mean and ungrateful, like a wild beast in the corner that would choose someone to eat.

If you only look at the portraits, Lonely Sail Almond is an upright and heroic young man, Pale Baron Doyle is a gentle and talented man who admires himself alone, and the black messenger Zoneveld...

There is no doubt that he is eerie and terrifying, and his temperament is like a villain.

Nob's voice came:

"The black messenger turned his back on the Lord and begged for glory. After killing Sancho, he failed to surrender. Fortunately, he got the first execution order issued by the 'virtuous king' Mindis III after he succeeded to the throne: to spend the rest of his life in the prison of bones."

Thales took a long breath:

"That is to say, from the Northern Conqueror to the Red King period, the three intelligence chiefs of the Secret Division in the past all suffered from internal disasters and did not end well."

What, backstabs are also popular in Kingdom Secrets?

As if feeling the Duke's emotion, Nobu said slowly:

"During that time, the kingdom was in chaos."

Thales nodded.

"A little gossip," perhaps to enliven the atmosphere, Nobu lowered his voice and smiled slightly:

"It is said that the three chief executives have all slept with Queen Alicia, or by the queen."

Been slept by the Queen.

Thales raised his eyebrows, and scanned the portraits of Lonely Fan, the Pale Baron, and the Black Messenger, and suddenly found that they were either heroic, gentle, or gloomy, but they were all mature men with their own characteristics.

okay.

Taking advantage of her position... This queen really knows how to enjoy herself.

"It's really messy," Thales blinked:

"In every sense."

at this moment.

"enough."

They all turned around and found that Raphael was standing behind him with a worried expression on his face.

He stared sullenly at Nobu, then at the prince reproachfully.

"I said, don't move."

The skeleton man said coldly:

"Especially with strangers."

Thales looked at Nobu, who lowered his head apologetically.

The Duke of Xinghu twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I thought..."

Thales glanced at the room behind Raphael:

"It's not that fast to wipe your ass."

The eyes of Raphael and Thales met in the air, and a wave of swords and swords were exchanged in the air.

Nobu observed the words and expressions, and stepped forward to salute at the right time:

"Raphael."

Raphael seemed to have noticed the man on crutches, and replied coldly:

"Nob."

For some reason, Thales felt that the relationship between the two of them was a little stiff.

Nob smiled slightly:

"So, I heard that there is a sudden and serious case involving the nobles of the Western Wilderness?"

Raphael nodded, and there was a slight alienation in the sentence:

"Yes."

Nobu nodded clearly, he looked at Raphael's red eyes:

"Well, it's not my case, but if you need help..."

Raphael interrupted him without hesitation:

"If I need help."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to say more, Nobu no longer spoke to him, but turned to Thales.

"I haven't had time to thank you, Your Highness Thales," Nobu said respectfully:

"If you do me a favor, I would like to visit later..."

"Your Highness still has important matters," Raphael suddenly stood in front of Thales, warning:

"And he came in private."

Nobu remained silent.

"Of course," he looked at Raphael who was not giving an inch, and nodded in frustration:

"certainly."

Nobu saluted Thales again, limped and left with an unskilled cane.

The figure is lonely and a little pitiful.

Thales couldn't bear to see it.

"What did Nob do?"

After Nobu left, Thales asked suddenly.

Raphael frowned:

"What?"

Thales followed in the footsteps of the bone man:

"What did he do wrong in the bloody year, so that he was sent to the Western Wilderness, which is like exile?"

Raphael's complexion tightened:

"You'll have to ask him, or your lord."

"Really? Thales observed Raphael's face and hummed twice.

"If you want to come to the secret department for a day trip, Your Highness," Raphael said unhappily:

"I can fully meet your needs."

"Why, seeing that I'm so popular, are you jealous?" Thales was delighted to see Raphael's displeased expression.

Raphael snorted softly and continued walking.

"Okay, so, Tour Guide Raphael, who is this?"

Thales pointed at him casually.

Raphael glanced at it:

"Lisandro Esposito, no nickname."

In other words, there are too many nicknames, so I don't report them at all.

Thales leaned in front of the portrait, it was a middle-aged man with a humble smile, kind and humble:

[Lisanddo Esposito, 530-602]

[When you know you are wrong, you are right. 】

"He was born in the year when the virtuous king passed away. As the son of a humble tanner, he passed the literacy test and changed his fate. He eventually became the chief intelligence officer of the 'Silent One' Sumer IV and attended the imperial meeting."

Raphael moved forward steadily, regardless of Thales being left behind:

"Since he started, the Kingdom's Secret Service has swept away the old traditions. It is no longer the king's private toy, but a national intelligence department with clear powers and responsibilities, efficient operation, sufficient budget, and important status. Little by little, step by step, Over the past century, we have regained the disadvantages of the darkroom one by one."

"So there is today's secret department."

Raphael's tone was respectful.

Thales had to speed up his pace all the way to keep up with Raphael's inconsiderate pace.

"And he was also the teacher of Lord Morat Hansen."

Raphael walked out of the corridor and came to a special iron door. He also flicked his fingers to open the magic lock in the ripples of the air, and turned into a dark inner room.

"You mean the Black Prophet?"

Thales followed quickly and walked into the inner room:

"His teacher?"

But the moment he stepped into the room, Thales suddenly panicked!

The Sin of Hell River became restless, but it was different from any previous danger. It felt illusory, yet creepy.

"Hiss, hiss..." A faint rustle sounded in my ears, reminiscent of the way a snake slides.

Fortunately, this feeling is fleeting, as if it were not there.

If it was shorter, Thales would even think it was an illusion.

what happened?

Thales got used to the darkness of the inner room, and followed Raphael's footsteps with trepidation.

"You know, we generally don't mention this nickname, Your Highness."

The bone man's tone became cautious:

"Especially in the secret department."

"Why?" Under the dim light, they walked forward more than ten meters, and Thales was still immersed in the fear just now, and asked subconsciously:

"Why didn't you mention it?"

In the next second, a hoarse voice that had been away for six years sounded from the darkness:

"It's like we don't mention 'star under the skirt' in front of you."

"His Royal Highness Thales."

This is……

Hearing this voice, Wang Zisheng stopped in his tracks, and didn't even have time to understand the ridicule in the other party's words.

The flustered feeling struck again, especially just now.

The crime of prison river is restless.

Raphael stopped a few steps in front of him and turned around.

reveal the person behind him.

Thales' eyes widened.

He had expected this scene, but...

"Lord Hansen," Thales stared at the thin black figure in front of him:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

In front of him, the current intelligence chief of King Kessel, the head of the secret department who has faded out of sight for many years, the Black Prophet, Lord Morat Hansen sat in a dark wheelchair, facing him.

The old man in front of him was panting in pain, while raising his hideous face with only skin and bones left in his dying years, he showed an intimidating smile to Thales.

Thales looked at Morat in surprise.

how……

He remembered six years ago, when the Black Prophet was old, but he was hale and hearty, and he could threaten Gilbert and Jine with a cane.

but now……

Thales stared blankly at the wheelchair under the other party.

How could he look like he was dying?

But Thales quickly realized something was wrong.

"Hiss... hiss..."

Hell's sensory feedback gave him countless hair-raising rustling sounds—from that black and colorless "wheelchair".

The crime of Hell River spread to Thales' eyes, allowing him to see clearly the dark room.

Thales looked down instinctively: the black prophet's wheelchair was "wrapped" with countless sticky and wet black veins, like muscle texture, which also wrapped Molat's legs.

Still wriggling, shrinking and breathing from time to time.

That's not a wheelchair.

At that moment, Thales' hairs really stood on end.

It was a... living creature.

Like branches, like vines, like tentacles.

Its rear extended to the walls of the interior, spreading like vines across half the room and up to the ceiling.

And Morat, sitting in the "wheelchair", seemed to "grow" out of these vines.

Thales breathed in a daze, and suddenly remembered the former blood magician.

This is……

"Don't be afraid," Morat breathed hard, raising his skinny arms, connected to thousands of squirming black vines entangled like ten thousand snakes:

"Some necessary means are like taking medicine to cure a disease."

Raphael stood aside, his expression unchanged.

Take medicine to cure illness?

It took Thales several seconds to calm down.

"My lord, what's the matter with you?"

Morat laughed, causing the black-veined vines around him to tremble.

"old."

"Your Excellency, Duke of Xinghu," Black Prophet's voice was somewhat ethereal, but still chilling: "Time has caught me."

"It's like it once caught Mr. Lisanddo, and it also caught His Majesty Eddie."

"Like it's going to catch everybody eventually."

The Black Prophet's eyes froze, revealing yearning:

"Of course, except for elves."

Thales was breathing in a trance. At that moment, he didn't know how to face the monster-like opponent.

"I believe you have seen it, Your Highness, there have been fifty-seven directors of the Kingdom's Secret Division," Mourat came back to his senses:

"It's all related to the stars, and we share weal and woe."

"Inseparable."

"We are not your enemy, Thales," Mourat looked at the disgusting living creature entangled half of his body with emotion, and called out the Duke's name:

"In fact, we're struggling just as much as you are."

Thales stared at the black vines, only to feel his eyebrows twitch.

The Black Prophet raised his hand and did not know what he did. The black veined vines spreading half of his body trembled in unison, and they all came out from the back of his "wheelchair", "releasing" Morat.

"Hiss..." The sound of the vines shrinking was trembling.

Only the part that still covers the wheelchair is still moving back and forth, like maggots surging and chrysalis twitching.

Watching this scene, Thales felt some discomfort in his abdomen.

Morat closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, then opened his eyes weakly, and nodded to Raphael.

"let's start."

The bone man bowed his head respectfully, turned around and opened another door, and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

Seeing Raphael leave, Thales suddenly realized that only he, the Black Prophet himself, and... those black "things" were left in the room at this time.

The thought made him uneasy.

"Would you mind giving me a push, Your Highness?"

Morat stretched out his skinny hand towards Thales, opened his inhuman mouth, and smiled like a dead man in a coffin:

"Don't worry, I won't read your mind this time."

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