Kingdom’s Bloodline

The moonlight penetrated the window blocked by only a few wooden slats, reflecting the image of the thirty-year-old mercenary in front of Thales: unshaven, calm eyes, relaxed posture, and a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. ,Latest chapter access: ШШШ..СоМ.

His leather armor was tightly fastened to his upper body, and he never took it off when he fell asleep. It was worn and mottled, and it seemed that he had been weather-beaten during the years of running around with his master. 'Tools: knife, scissors, bandages, hemostatic 'medicine' powder, rope, flint and tinder...

How did he get here all these years?

From Prince, to...

Thales looked at him quietly, at this tough-looking man who seemed to have experienced a lot.

"So it's really you?"

"Your Majesty Moral?"

he asked lightly.

silence.

Still silent.

The man in front of him didn't move.

As if it was just a dream.

In the senses of hell, this dusty, shabby hut looked deserted and dead, only the sound of breathing from the fast rope across the wall reminded Thales: everything in front of him was really happening.

"Although I heard from Grand Duke Peifitt a long time ago—it should be the 'former' Grand Duke Peifitt said that you want to be a mercenary..."

Thales said silently: "But I really didn't expect..."

Dean cut him off.

"Moral Walton," the bald-headed mercenary shook his head slightly without changing his expression, "This name hasn't appeared in a long time."

"Since six years ago, its owner was assassinated."

"Why, are you so obsessed with a dead person?"

Thales took a deep breath.

"Black Path," the prince said softly, "how does it taste there?"

"What?" Dean frowned.

Thales smiled.

The particularly urgent experience of escaping from Dragon Clouds City from the shield area appeared before his eyes.

The divisive wheelchair veteran, the meaningful old crow, the carefree tailor Kex, and the spooky coachman Kevin.

It made him feel emotional: "When I was still in Dragon Clouds City, I heard from Griveau's chat that six years ago, they also took a business of taking people to the dark path, and the employer was very generous: three A reward of a hundred gold coins."

Dean's expression slowly became serious.

"Three hundred, this is not a small amount," Thales sighed, "Just for a trip to Dragon Clouds City?"

Dean didn't speak.

"But here comes the problem," Thales continued in the dim hut:

"A person who takes out three hundred gold coins in the blink of an eye must be powerful, powerful, and rich. There are not many people like this in Longxiao City, but you can count a few: a big businessman from Commas, the Ax District or The bureaucratic aristocrats of the Spear District, the lords of rich fiefdoms, and even Urad, the former Order Officer who monopolizes the black market business."

"But for such a person, no matter who he offends in Longxiao City, there must be many ways to get out of the city to take refuge. Why does he have to choose the most expensive, hardest, farthest, and most troublesome one?"

Thales stared at Dean closely, and he felt in the dark that the other's breathing fluctuated a little.

"Unless," Thales took a deep breath:

"Unless this person offends, what he is facing - is that supreme force in Longxiao City."

Dean slowly put his 'legs' down on the 'bed' and looked at him solemnly.

"Facing the pursuit of King Nun and the eyes and ears of the whole city, all his powers are negligible, and all channels are impassable. He can only go to the area where the common people and the poor gather to find that local snake: that stubborn and Rude, a crippled veteran who was notoriously disliked by King Nun, walked out of the city by a secret path that ordinary people can't imagine."

Thales looked at Dean with sharper and sharper eyes: "And six years ago, which person with an unusual status was worthy of the whole Dragon Clouds City's all-out pursuit?"

Dean's mouth curved slightly.

"Black Trail, Griveau," the mercenary chewed on the words,

"I see."

"So, did you also escape from that veteran's channel?"

He looked back at Thales: "Have you labored the entire western front, maybe the entire Western Wilderness, into the desert to cooperate with you?"

Thales didn't answer him, and the prince's expression at the moment was particularly difficult to understand.

"So, you have been hiding in this mercenary team?"

"Let go of everything, abandon everything, including your father, your blood, your... come here and become an ordinary mercenary?"

"Why?"

At that moment, Thales looked into Dean's eyes, and what appeared in front of him was King Charmain in the carriage.

Walking away is not escape, and running away weakly is not relief.

But he will.

After we found him.

Dean was silent for a few seconds.

"I do what I do best, that's all," Dean sneered and shook his head: "Just like you."

Thales exhaled heavily, frowned and said, "Moral, are you aware of your current situation?"

"Morral is dead, that's all I know," Dean rebuffed him coldly, "and whoever told you: he's not dead..."

Thales interrupted him by raising his volume.

"If Moral were dead, there wouldn't be so much trouble!"

The prince said solemnly: "But if he is still alive, even if it is only for one day, he will still be the queen of King Nunn, the first heir of Dragon Cloud City and the blood line of Walton. His existence, and even his possible return, will be It is a powerful challenge to the ownership of Dragon Clouds City."

"Do you know what that means?"

The mercenary's chest began to rise and fall.

He bowed his head and said lightly: "Let me guess, some people don't like this fact, and they don't like the meaning behind it, right?"

Thales chuckled.

Dean raised his head with clear eyes: "Then, is it the newly promoted 'female' Grand Duke of Dragon Clouds City? I heard that you have a good relationship with her."

Thales' eyes froze.

"Or Lisbane, which is actually in power and monopolizing power?"

Dean bit his words, and said in a cold tone: "Or maybe... the new king who hates the Walton family to the bone?"

Thales sighed slowly.

"Maybe all of them," the boy said seriously:

"Your niece, Selma Alex Walton, would be shaken by your presence; and your cousin, Charmain Rumba, would not wish to see a strong and A powerful male heir has entered Dragon Clouds City."

"You are a threat."

Dean froze.

"So, indeed, someone found out that Moral was still alive," the mercenary said slowly, "You, Thales Canxing, no matter who you cooperate with, you are here to kill me or capture me to eliminate the threat .”

Everything around seemed to freeze.

In the darkness, there were only two pairs of equally sharp eyes left, one blue and one gray, looking at each other silently.

Dean's eyes were slightly lighter than that of King Nun in his memory, without the inexplicable pressure, but with a strange meaning, like an owl hiding in darkness, Thales couldn't help frowning.

"That's right, kill you, and all hidden dangers will disappear," Thales said softly:

"If you capture you, you will be able to harvest an excellent chess piece, which will be used as a bargaining chip in the future game with Exeter."

The temperature between the two seemed to drop below freezing in an instant.

Until Dean slowly spoke.

"Then what are you waiting for?" The mercenary's face showed a rare 'color', and his palm 'touched' the handle of the axe: "You have the entire camp as your backing."

"His Royal Highness Prince."

The silence in the room reached a new level.

Even in the senses of hell, Kuaisheng's breathing in the deep sleep next door seemed to be reduced.

But the dead silence lasted only a few seconds.

In the dim room, Thales closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He backed away slowly until he was against the wall.

The sheathed jc pressed against his lower back, making Thales grit his teeth silently.

"No."

He spoke with difficulty.

But the moment he spoke, Thales felt as if a heavy stone had been let down from his heart.

"It doesn't matter why you left, and it doesn't matter why you came back, Moral."

Prince Xingchen opened his eyes silently: "Let's go."

The bald-headed mercenary - Moral was slightly taken aback.

"Go, Moral, disappear from our sight, and never return."

Thales said lightly.

Moral stared at him for a long time, his eyes fixed, without saying a word.

After a while, the mercenaries from the North slowly lowered their heads.

"Why."

His voice became very low and hoarse, and when it sounded in the dark, Thales couldn't help but think of the former Grand Duke of Black Sand.

That Charmain Rumba who has not yet become the king of Exeter, but has already experienced vicissitudes.

"A few days ago, you had the opportunity to go back to the army loyal to you and order them to arrest me, but you didn't.

"You just had a chance to strike, but you turned around and left," Moral paused, "Now you have a chance to capture me, but let me go?"

"Why?"

His voice hastened.

Thales leaned against the wall, and slowly withdrew from the rather uncomfortable sense of hell.

He snorted lightly.

"Because... maybe because you saved my life?"

Thales raised the corner of his mouth, feeling a little melancholy in his heart: "And I know how to repay you."

Moral shook his head slowly.

"Don't make me laugh," he raised his gaze and 'shot' Thales directly: "In Game of Thrones, life-saving grace is insignificant."

"You must have other reasons."

"must."

Thales frowned.

"Why?"

The young man said silently, "Why do you care so much?"

Moral raised his eyebrows, his expression under the moonlight was quite cold.

"Since you walked away recklessly six years ago and left the entire Dragon Clouds City behind," Thales continued, "Six years later, why should you care about my reasons?"

Moral was silent for a moment.

"Despite everything, just leave, right?"

He smiled a little blankly: "Is this how people who know that Moral is still alive think of him?"

"It's really... sad."

Moral murmured.

Thales didn't speak immediately. He observed the other party, taking the expression and reaction of the former Prince Exeter into his eyes.

But Moral immediately turned his gaze back to Thales: "But you still haven't explained why you let me go."

Thales pursed his lips.

This guy……

"Six years ago, I went to Exeter because of your 'death', Moral."

"I know everything about you."

He sighed softly: "I know that you learned martial arts from Nicolai, watched King Nun's wrist in the Palace of Heroes, I know that you are friends with the former Conkley Puffett, and I also know that you are tired of political battles, I have dreamed of being a mercenary since I was a child."

As soon as the words came out, Moral remained expressionless.

But Thales felt inexplicably uneasy.

But the arrow was on the string, and he had no choice but to speak. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and continued: "I even know that you have a lover who is of low status, maybe a skin'meat' business. I also know that King Nuen is very dissatisfied with her, and You guys had a big fight over this—on the eve of your planned mission to the south."

Moral raised his eyebrows.

"But I didn't ask why you abandoned your status as a prince and ran away from home." Thales looked at him fixedly: "Why do you need to ask me why I let you go?"

"Just go," Thales said in a deep voice, "Isn't it good to live outside freely?"

Moral did not speak for a long time.

The way he looked at Thales made the latter quite uncomfortable.

"My identity has been exposed," finally, the bald mercenary with a different background slowly opened his lips and said, "And someone knows that Moral is still alive."

"So I want to know why you are after me."

"If you are really a friend of the 'female' Grand Duchess, then you have no reason to let me go—unless this is the next trap."

His eyes were burning and alert.

A faint unease welled up in his heart, Thales frowned and sighed again.

The prince who has been wandering for six years and is alone...

"Because of Rumba."

Thales finally made up his mind. He nodded and said, "If you kill you, Rumba will lose one of his confidantes, and he can continue his rule unscrupulously."

"But I don't want him to be too safe: we're enemies."

Thales stared at Moral:

"Letting him know that you are still alive will help that self-righteous kinslayer king restrain himself and keep his fear and sense of proportion."

"It also helps to keep his claws away from Dragon Clouds—as you said, Selma is my friend."

"That's it."

"Is it enough?"

Moral's eyes changed.

He lowered his head, nodded slowly as if realizing something.

"So, Rumba, our dear new king."

"The one who knows Moral is still there is him."

Moral seemed to be lost in thought: "And he told you, I hope you can help him, help him go deep into the territory of the stars, and completely eliminate me."

"That says a lot—and where did he know it?"

Thales frowned again.

"That doesn't matter anymore."

A trace of impatience hit his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "Now, let's go."

"Disappear."

"Before I change my mind."

The next second, Moral raised his head abruptly.

"What about you, Your Royal Highness?" Moral's expression was very serious, his eyes sparkled brightly, "after you let me go?"

"You will go back to the garrison officer in the camp to find your army and soldiers, and even find the secret department..."

He tentatively asked, "Then come and catch me?"

Thales sighed helplessly in his heart.

Why is this guy talking so much.

Also paranoid.

He really shouldn't be a mercenary.

Good for being a spy.

The boy had no choice but to say sternly: "I told you, I will let you go, and then I will let you go."

"Let's not talk about the Saber Camp, even the Secret Division won't know your existence."

Thales took a step forward, walked up to Moral, and said in the most serious tone: "And I will keep my promise, the promise of Thales Canxing, the promise of the second prince of Xingchen."

"You are the son of the former king Nuen, and you are a native of the Northland. You know how important this sentence is to us."

Moral stared at him for a long time.

He shook his head, and slowly said: "So you will still go to them and return to the embrace of the stars."

Thales frowned slightly.

He felt something was wrong.

Moral looked up and smiled in the moonlight.

"I found that you are very different, Thales."

"Especially compared to everyone else."

He said softly, "It's very different."

Thales was stunned.

Moral he...

Moral narrowed his eyes: "For example...compared to your reputation, you are extraordinarily naive."

"It's also extraordinarily self-righteous."

Thales was taken aback.

But the next moment, Moral lowered his legs from the bed and stood up.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Anyway, Your Highness," he looked down at Thales and stretched out his palm, "Thank you."

The two princes looked at each other.

a long time.

Moral's eyes were shrewd and smiling, and Thales's eyes were full of dignity and seriousness.

In the end, Thales curled the corner of his mouth.

The young man raised his eyebrows and nodded, then stretched out his palm and held Moral's hand.

"No, we're even," Thales accepted the other party's thanks and sighed, "You saved me in the desert..."

But the next moment——

boom!

Thales felt a pain in his arm, and fell on the 'bed'!

Sensing the danger, Thales, who is regarded as "experienced in hundreds of battles", gritted his teeth in shock!

He instantly entered the hell senses.

I felt that Moral's footsteps were flickering, and he had already grabbed his right arm and came behind the prince!

It looks like he's going to cut his hands completely back, push Thales down to his knees, and firmly suppress him on the 'bed' board!

Thales, who was extremely frightened, called out the sin of Hell River, holding Moral's strength firmly with his right arm, and threw off his restraint.

boom!

Thales' back hit the 'bed' board hard.

The prince stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to pull out the jc.

But Moral was faster than him.

At some point, a small knife was held in Moral's left hand and pressed against Thales' throat.

"Just move one finger, Your Highness Thales..."

Moral's expression at the moment was grim and terrifying.

He pressed Thales firmly against the 'bed' board, his hand strength increased, and he threatened in a cold voice:

"Your blood will be like those orcs..."

"Water the earth."

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