Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Blood of the Kingdom ()" Find the latest chapter!

"Your Majesty, gentlemen."

The captain of the royal guard, Lord Fabio Adrian, carried an indelible lamp, and walked into the gate in a decent manner, followed by several well-trained royal guards.

"Excuse me, it's dinner time."

Although they were acquaintances, everyone was taken aback by the way they were fully armed and ready for battle.

"Fabio, you look good," Duke Cullen touched his belt, moved his butt calmly, and kept his eyes on the sword around Captain Adrian's waist:

"Just to call us for dinner?"

"Thanks to you." Adrian showed a friendly smile, and he bowed deeply to King Kessel:

"Don't panic, we are just doing a small exercise, now, please follow me and leave here in an orderly manner."

But an impatient voice interrupted him:

"Fabio, what happened?"

Consultant Sodor frowned and looked at the royal guards and the increasing number of guards outside, paying special attention to their hands holding down the hilts of their swords:

"This guard formation, there are so many people, why?"

Lord Adrian smiled slightly. He first glanced at the king at the end of the long table, and then said politely:

"It's nothing, Master Sodor, we have advanced this month's exercise, that's all—"

But Suduo did not buy his account.

"Come on, Fabio!"

The military advisor snorted coldly:

"We have served in the standing army together, and we have experienced the bloody year together. You and I both know that this is not some bullshit routine drill."

"What you are facing is the entire Imperial Council. The people here are all the elites of the kingdom. What can't you just say?"

This sentence made many ministers who had no military experience nervous.

While speaking, the turmoil outside Ballard not only did not stop, but even grew louder, and the sound of shouting orders and rushing could be heard from time to time.

Captain Adrian looked at Suduo seriously and sighed deeply.

He glanced at the king again, hesitant to speak.

At the end of the discussion table, King Kessel was as calm as ever. He hooked his hands and signaled Adrian to come closer.

"Lord Adrian."

Gilbert saw some clues, and said gently:

"If there is any inconvenience, of course we can cooperate first—we are hungry anyway, aren't we?"

But just before Adrian approached the discussion table, the footsteps outside the door suddenly increased, almost deafening.

Following that, there was a burst of sound of weapons being unsheathed!

"coming!"

"Steady the guard wings!"

"Who the hell called the sniper team over!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Stand back!"

The shouts of the royal guards came one after another, different from each other, but Lord Adrian's complexion turned pale. The captain of the guard turned around and protected King Kessel behind him.

So Duo reacted immediately, he got up subconsciously and touched his waist, only then remembered that the weapon was left at the palace gate.

Only then did the officials in the room realize something was wrong.

Duke Cullen jumped up from the chair nimbly, and pulled out a small dagger from his belt.

Gilbert grabbed his cane and rushed towards the king.

Qiu Ke disappeared with a whoosh, leaving only her butt exposed under the table.

Viscount Coney rushed to the door first, remembered something, and hurried back to approach the king.

Lord Clapham was ashen-faced but forced himself to be calm, while Vicar Guy closed his eyes and muttered.

"enough!"

Lord Adrian's roar sounded, shocking everyone.

Following his order, the chaos outside the door was the first to subside.

In the Ballard room, three crisp muffled sounds came from the discussion table and drifted away.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Steady."

I saw King Kessel put away his fingers and calmly looked at the ministers who had different reactions:

"It's not that I haven't encountered it before."

He still sat firmly behind the discussion table, seemingly unaffected in the slightest.

Only then did the overreacting officials come to their senses, either shy or embarrassed, and hurriedly tidied themselves up.

Gilbert let out a breath and sat back in his seat. Prime Minister Cullen nonchalantly tucked the dagger that shouldn't have appeared into his waist.

So Duo bent down disdainfully, slipped Qiu Keti out from under the table,

After everyone recovered their appearance, they realized that the originally spacious door of the Ballard Room had been tightly blocked by the human wall of the royal guards, and they could not see the scene outside the door at all.

And every guard faces the outdoors, leaving only their backs for the imperial courtiers indoors.

The officials looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why.

"Why, are there assassins?" Su Duo asked suspiciously.

"Adrian?" King Kessel spoke again, with dissatisfaction and questioning in his words.

The captain of the general guard returned an apologetic and ashamed smile.

"Sir!"

At the same time, a high-ranking royal guard separated from the wall of guards and squeezed into the room angrily:

"Captain Adrian!"

Adrian's complexion sank, and he called out his subordinate's name:

"Mariko?"

Mariko, the second vanguard officer of the royal guard, held down his weapon, shook his head remorsefully, and then saluted the other big men:

"Your Majesty, my lords."

Adrian sighed in pain when he understood what he meant.

"What happened outside the door?" The king's voice came steadily, expressing everyone's aspirations:

"Let them get out of the way, don't block."

Adrian turned around, bowed and saluted, and squeezed out a smile;

"Your Majesty, this is just a routine measure, we only need a minute..."

But unexpectedly, King Kessel, who had been calm for a day, suddenly raised his voice and shouted angrily at the human wall at the door:

"Royal Guard, get out of the way!"

The guards were all too familiar with the king's voice, and the guards guarding the door retreated instinctively to the left and right, exposing the guards in the previous row, then the next row, and then the next row, and then the next row... until the guards were exposed. A dark corridor lit by lights outside the door.

Everyone froze when they saw the moment outside the door.

Only the king remained calm, his eyes cold.

Adrian couldn't stop it, so he could only sigh.

Outside, the royal guards were densely packed, waiting in full force, and with the Ballard room as the center, they filled all the places where people could stand in the corridor.

All the guards had serious faces, facing the depths of the corridor with vigilance and nervousness.

It seems that there is the most terrible enemy there.

The noisy Fuxing Palace became quiet at this moment.

"Knock...kkk...kkk..."

From the depths of the corridor, from the end of the line of sight came a strange and crisp sound.

The people in the Ballard room stared wide-eyed:

A tall horse stepped on the stone slabs in the Fuxing Palace, facing countless guards and lights around it, and slowly came from the corridor.

The royal guards at the front were under the most pressure. They held on to the hilt of their swords tightly, but kept retreating as the horseshoe approached.

"What..." Lord Clapham couldn't believe it, but then he stopped.

Because around the black steed, several people whose costumes were obviously different from those of the royal guard gradually appeared in front of everyone.

It was a small group of people, and they surrounded the horse nervously, moving forward tremblingly.

"I hate to say it, but I recognize the big guy."

Suduo looked at the leader of the team with a headache, the tall man was sweating profusely, looked at the surrounding royal guards, raised his hands:

"It's a boy from the Karabyan family. His father once sent him to the army for training. It seems that he has made meritorious service. I even rewarded him when I went to the Western Wilderness to work in the army..."

Karabyan?

Everyone was taken aback for a moment.

"Damn it, that's the youngest son of Glover's family," Qiu Ke narrowed her eyes, looking at the side of the tall man, the companion who was even stronger than the former:

"Lozano entrusted me with favors to help his younger brother solve a problem of jealousy in Red Square Street..."

Glover.

This surname aggravated everyone's suspicion.

"Ah," Duke Cullen's voice rose intriguingly, and his eyes focused on another panting and limping man:

"The unlucky guy who encountered a duel last night, the Doyle family...what's his name? It seems to be Dani? David?"

Doyle.

Everyone's mood became more and more dignified.

The small group of people was getting closer and closer to Ballard's room, but the royal guards in front of them couldn't stop them, they just retreated blindly.

"Uh, so to speak, that horse, I remembered..."

Viscount Coney focused his eyes on the beast, and said doubtfully:

"When I went to the North, I brought gifts and mounts for Prince Thales from China..."

Among the ministers, Gilbert remained silent.

He just stared blankly at the young swordsman in front of him holding a single-edged sword and facing a group of royal guards with a nervous expression.

Like being hit by something.

But these intruders of extraordinary origin are nothing.

When their figures dispersed to reveal the person they were surrounded by, the air was completely frozen.

It was a teenager.

Compared with the tense expressions of the people around him, he paced forward leisurely, as if he had no worries at all.

At that moment, behind the discussion table, King Kessel's pupils suddenly tightened!

In the Ballard room, all the ministers gasped.

"prince?"

"Damn it..."

"The Duke of Star Lake!"

"His Royal Highness Thales!"

"The troublemaker is causing trouble again..."

"May the setting sun bless him..."

No one noticed that the Scarface spy of the Secret Division clenched his fists under his sleeves.

The king's voice sounded faintly.

"Fabio Adrian."

The Iron Fist King slowly called out the full name of the captain of the personal guard, as if chilling to the bone.

"what happens?"

In Ballard's room, the officials immediately fell silent.

Lord Adrian froze, then turned around, saluted and responded formally:

"Your Majesty, His Highness Thales misses his father so much, he goes and returns, carelessly, carelessly..."

Seeing the tall horse getting closer, Adrian frowned.

"Speak in human language." The king's answer was simple, with a slow rhythm and strange meaning.

Adrian took a deep breath and continued:

"The prince is still young, accidentally entered the palace gate by mistake..."

Boom.

A light tap cut off Adrian's words.

"Obviously," the Iron Fist King's voice was very soft, as if speaking quietly in a breathy voice, gentle and indifferent:

"Your officer doesn't understand human language, Mariko."

Mariko, the second vanguard officer, trembled slightly.

Adrian closed his eyes and sighed secretly, but this couldn't stop the king's request:

"You answer."

In two seconds, Marico's chest rose and fell. He glanced at his officer, gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Majesty, as far as I can see!"

Mariko took a step forward and pointed at the corridor angrily:

"The Duke of Xinghu and eight of his entourage, without an appointment, without notification, carried weapons and trespassed in the palace!"

"Intent—unknown!"

Everyone was shocked!

Duke Cullen dug his ears desperately, as if suspecting that he had heard something wrong, while Gilbert stared at Thales in disbelief, his lips parted and closed.

The air in Ballard's room was just stagnant at first, but after these words, it has turned to ice.

"Um……"

At the end of the long table, Thales slowly approaching was reflected in King Kessel's pupils.

He hummed nonchalantly in response:

"And you just let him in like this?"

Marico frowned, waiting for a response, but Adrian was faster than him:

"Your Majesty, the guards guarding the gate of the palace today are not good at speaking and act rigidly. They had conflicts with His Highness's people, quarreling, and pushing and shoving..."

But the king's voice sounded again:

"Mariko?"

The second vanguard officer swallowed and looked at the officer again. Adrian looked at him in embarrassment.

In the end, Mariko no longer hesitated, and said indignantly:

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Thales wanted to forcibly break into the palace just now, but the brothers guarding the gate were loyal to their duties and refused to let him go, so they fought with the Duke's men, blood was seen on both sides—"

"Since you are dedicated to your duties," King Kessel interrupted him mercilessly, with a flat but inexplicably startling tone:

"Then how did he get in?"

Mariko trembled and immediately lowered his head, unable to hide his shame.

The eyes of the officials flicked back and forth between Thales and Mariko who were slowly approaching, and finally returned to the king.

"Mariko..." Adrian whispered beside him.

But Kessel glanced lightly and sealed Adrian's words.

Mariko took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said:

"Bleeding, after the bleeding, something strange happened, many people quickly gathered at the palace gate to watch, and the scene was very noisy..."

Adrian coughed and took the dangerous words:

"I made the decision. We must let His Highness come in and deal with this matter in the palace, otherwise the entire Eternal Star City will see that scene, for the sake of the kingdom..."

boom!

There was a loud bang, but it was the king who punched hard, hitting the table hard!

What followed was his icy cold reprimand:

"No one sees it now!"

As soon as this remark came out, Adrian and Mariko Qi bowed and knelt down on one knee.

The ministers in the room did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

at this moment.

"Father!"

The unique voice of a young man came from afar:

"Why are you angry?"

All the officials turned their heads in unison. At some point, Thales had reached a distance where they could see the movements clearly.

At this tense moment, the prince's voice was a little lazy and freehand.

What's strange is that His Royal Highness is still carrying a sword on his shoulder, with the blade facing backwards. Following his steps, he shakes it and points it at the ceiling of the Fuxing Palace.

King Kessel frowned.

"Mariko, what's going on?"

The second vanguard officer, who knew he had sinned, was startled and didn't know how to reply.

Adrian next to him understood immediately, knowing what the king was asking, he replied respectfully:

"After entering the palace, we were waiting to be captured, but His Highness immediately pressed the sword to his neck, with such force that he even cut blood."

The officials were startled and looked intently, only to find that Thales's collar had a few traces of abnormal bright red.

"He moved forward step by step, and the sword never left his neck. We dare not act rashly. To prevent accidents, we can only retreat all the way."

Listening to the royal guard's explanation, Duke Cullen looked at Thales with more interest, while Gilbert became more worried.

Compared to the previous fury, King Kessel did not reply immediately.

He leaned back against the back of the chair again, his brows furrowed.

"It turns out that this is my royal guard."

The king exhaled, and his tone returned to his previous calm, but with a bit of sarcasm:

"Now I know how my father died."

Everyone's breathing was stagnant.

These words carried so much weight that Lord Adrian could only bow his head and close his eyes, sighing and apologizing.

On the other side, the younger Mariko was aggrieved, gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Majesty, please let us..."

But Thales' words came again, interrupting everyone's thoughts:

"Father!"

Everyone looked together: the Duke of Xinghu and his entourage stopped at some point, in front of a row of guards who refused to retreat even to the death.

The prince struggled to switch the epee to the other shoulder, making the surrounding royal guards tense.

He didn't even look at the people in Ballard's room, but only looked at the portrait of Zuo Jin: the "Sand King" Kessel IV was riding on a horse in full armor, looking up into the distance, with firm eyes, tall and straight, and a majestic posture .

But Thales knew that a century ago, the "Sand King" on the painting was heading towards...

It is a doomed war.

"A meeting has been going on for so long, aren't you tired?"

Thales turned his gaze back to the Ballard room, and the sense of hell was activated, allowing him to see King Kessel clearly under the lights and the setting sun.

He ignored the fearful eyes of the royal guards on the front, back, left, and right, smiled slightly, and raised his voice:

"let's talk?"

In the Ballard room, everyone turned their eyes back to King Kessel.

Behind the discussion table, the Iron Fist King stared at his son coldly, before speaking for a while.

"Let him in."

Mariko hurriedly turned around:

"His Majesty?"

King Kessel sneered:

"I said let him in."

Adrian shook his head at Marico, and then gave orders to the royal guards inside and outside.

On the side of the intruder, seeing a hole in the defense line in front of him, Huai Ya, the prince's attendant, swallowed:

"Your Highness?"

Thales let out a breath.

"You guys stay," the prince bared his teeth, feeling the pain in his shoulders and the cut on his neck:

"Cooperate later, don't resist."

Responsible for opening the way, Cohen, who was frightened and pale along the way, was taken aback:

"ah?"

Rolf in the back of the hall also turned his head back with dissatisfied eyes.

"Don't worry, you are my subordinates after all, they shouldn't..."

Tels paused for a moment, swallowing the rest of the sentence in his mouth.

Won't you beat me too hard?

After all, it is treason.

Around them, the densely packed royal guards were still nervous, as if facing an enemy.

Beside Thales, the black horse Jenny felt the bad atmosphere and neighed uncomfortably.

"I know, it's too dark here, you don't like it, do you?"

Thales turned his head and comforted Jenny in a low voice: "It's okay."

"Me too."

Jenny whimpered, and fell silent aggrievedly.

The Duke of Xinghu put away his smile and strode forward with that extremely heavy long sword on his shoulder.

Like so many times before, I am alone.

The prince's suddenly approaching figure caused the surrounding royal guards to scatter suddenly, like a sound of arrows entering the forest, startling countless birds.

Thales could feel that when he crossed the threshold and passed by the royal guards, the vanguard officer named Mariko was staring at the long sword on his neck, his muscles pulsating, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to make a move. But Adrian on one side held him tightly.

"Finally," Thales stepped into the door of Ballard's room unharmed, and saw King Kessel behind the discussion table at a glance:

"It's not easy along the way."

The prince stopped in front of the discussion table, quite elated:

"You are well guarded, father."

"Even my own son had to bleed to see each other."

King Kessel just stared at him coldly, without even a hint of obvious expression on his face—just as Thales expected.

Unlike in the past, the prince did not pay attention to the king, he looked around with interest:

In front of him, the ministers of the imperial meeting stared at him dumbfounded, with wonderful expressions.

Behind him, countless royal guards stared at him angrily, gnashing their teeth.

"Sure enough, Anke is right..."

Without waiting for others to react, Thales sighed, tightened the blade around his neck, and said with emotion to himself:

"If you don't kill someone, no one will listen."

Even if it is his own life.

He squinted back at King Kessel.

Similarly, a tyrant will be unscrupulous if he does not seek rebellion and rebellion—maybe he thinks he is very popular.

What a world!

"Your Highness!"

In the imperial meeting, Gilbert was the first to bear it. He tried his best to hide his anxiety and forced a smile:

"What are you doing..."

Thales turned his head and his eyes lit up.

"Gilbert, how are you?" the prince's tone was bright, not gloomy at all, which was in contrast to the atmosphere of the Fuxing Palace:

"By the way, Wyah is back."

Thales flicked his thumb behind him, no matter whether he pointed correctly or not, he smiled:

"Father and son are reunited, how touching."

For some reason, Thales, who had been under a lot of pressure in and out of the Fuxing Palace several times, actually felt relaxed and happy at this moment.

It was as if all burdens had been lifted.

But his smile didn't last long.

Because at that moment, Gilbert's expression was extremely complicated.

He looked at Thales' face and at the sword on his shoulder, as if he was smiling wryly, sadly, but also sighing and indignantly.

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

"I know, Your Highness!"

Gilbert took a deep breath, lowered his head, and looked up again with a smile on his face:

"You are not happy with your marriage."

Gilbert smiled stiffly, suppressing his shortness of breath:

"I understand."

As soon as this remark came out, many people were at a loss.

Thales was also taken aback:

"Marriage? What marriage—"

"But you don't have to be so anxious!" Gilbert severely interrupted him, and while talking to himself, he winked anxiously at Thales:

"I said, just wait for me at the gate of the palace, and I will explain it to you..."

Gilbert laughed, turned his head, and smiled wryly at the others:

"You know, young people, they are dissatisfied with the candidates for marriage, they are a little impulsive, and want to make it clear to me..."

"And our meeting went on for too long, he couldn't stay, so..."

Thales blinked and gradually understood, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

But it's a pity.

Gilbert...

"So that's how it is," Vicar Guy reacted very quickly, and also nodded with a smile:

"Marriage is indeed a big deal, may the goddess bless..."

Viscount Coney was born noble, and he also reacted, laughing heartily:

"Oh, yes, of course, we were all young too, understand..."

Prime Minister Cullen also blinked, shaking his head like a kind old man:

"I still remember that His Majesty used to make a big fuss about marriage before, in front of the late king..."

The ministers at the imperial meeting laughed again and again, and the tacit understanding was excellent, and they quickly got together, making the atmosphere in Ballard's room much more comfortable.

Most of the royal guards also understood, unknowingly laughed, and relaxed their tense muscles.

But Adrian noticed sadly: Facing such an atmosphere, only two people remained unmoved.

King Kessel didn't smile, he stared blankly at Thales, as if there was no one else in his eyes at the moment.

Thales smirked. There was no warmth in his eyes looking back at the king, only eager challenges.

"Fabio, very good, you are very conscientious, it's just a false alarm," consultant Soduo exhaled, and gave Adrian a thumbs up:

"But the exercise is very effective, I suggest rewarding the guard brothers..."

clang!

A muffled sound of metal impact suddenly spread!

The guards of the royal family who hadn't completely relaxed were all excited, and unsheathed their swords in unison!

"Steady!"

Adrian shouted loudly, reassuring a possible confrontation.

The guards who came to their senses were short of breath and looked at each other nervously, and then put away their weapons under the strict order of the officer.

The imperial officials were speechless, in disbelief.

"Sorry, it's too heavy," Thales, the person responsible for the muffled sound, breathed heavily, laughed, and dragged the blade from the ground:

"No wonder it's called 'The Bearer'."

King Kessel narrowed his eyes, and the emotion between his eyes became more and more unspeakable.

After this incident, the efforts of the ministers were completely interrupted.

Gilbert's expression only became more bitter.

This made Thales feel a little guilty.

But soon, he put all these behind him, stepped forward indifferently, and stretched out his hand suddenly.

Swish!

The weapons of several guards were unsheathed again.

"rest assured."

This time, Thales smiled and walked to the discussion table, beckoning everyone to relax:

"I just want to give myself..."

The prince sat down carelessly, patted the shoulders of the people around him, and met the Iron Fist King's eyes:

"Find a chair."

Near him, Qiu Ke, the treasurer, looked at the prince's hand on his shoulder, showing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Feeling the puzzled or uneasy eyes around him, Thales smiled.

yes.

Either in the Hall of Heroes or here.

He had to find a chair for himself.

He has to wield an epee, which is too weak for him.

Bet...your own life.

Thales stared straight at King Kessel, and he suddenly discovered the heaviness and pressure that he could feel every time he met his father's eyes...

gone.

Even though, the king's eyesight was still sharp, compared with it, it was still faintly tingling.

"Sorry to bother you, everyone."

Thales slapped his thigh, leaned against the discussion table, and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid, today's imperial meeting has to end earlier."

In Ballard's room, all the officials and guards looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss.

The king's gaze deepened.

Thales looked at the sky outside the window, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth:

"Or... it's not too early?"

He suddenly had a feeling: on the small table in front of him, there were continuously flowing waves, pulling lines that pulled back and forth.

But at this moment, when he stepped into this room, it was like a ship diverting water, cutting numbness with a sharp knife.

finally.

"What are you doing?" King Kessel's voice sounded in the silence, his enunciation was very slow, very slow:

"son?"

son.

Hearing this title, Thales felt a little dazed.

"I?"

Thales paused, showing a sincere smile:

"I'm here to save you."

The prince's inexplicable answer made everyone frown.

"oh?"

In front of everyone, the Iron Fist King made a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"help me?"

He leaned back, blended into the dark place where the sunlight couldn't reach, and became indifferent again.

It's like rage and madness taken to the extreme, restored to the ultimate calm.

"Yes, father."

Thales' attitude was relaxed and cheerful, as if he was enjoying a family conversation between father and son.

"I'm here to save you..."

The prince also leaned back and fell into the warm embrace of the setting sun.

Only his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Like a sharp knife out of its sheath.

"Freedom from the burden of that crown."

Thales raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the Iron Fist King with a smile.

crown.

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the imperial court officials turned ashen, and the royal guards all stared in horror.

Gilbert couldn't hide his panic and lost his composure and shouted:

"Your Highness!"

At that moment, the light in King Kessel's eyes changed back and forth, evolving countless.

But ended up in one place.

Shot directly at Duke Xinghu's smile.

Thales raised his eyebrows and his smile froze.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Amid the fearful gaffes of countless people, Thales came to his senses, pointed to King Kessel's untied forehead today, and smiled apologetically:

"It's not on your head."