Kingdom’s Bloodline

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At that moment, Thales' entire brain was bewildered.

Looking at Qianzi kneeling respectfully, what flashed through his mind were a few boring phrases from other worlds.

What a bastard.

No matter what you accept, you will worship.

What Long Ao... Ahem.

Why is May 20th here, and the only person who confessed to you is a man... Cough cough cough.

Thales shook his head desperately, shaking off these boring thoughts.

Don't forget, Yoddle is still around.

"Damn it."

Prince Xingchen looked delicately, looked at Qianzi in front of him with a complicated expression, and rubbed his hair like a chicken coop:

"I wish I could be so popular when I was in Dragon Clouds City."

Qianzi laughed again, he slowly raised his head and stood up.

"As I said, Your Highness, the Shadow Shield cannot survive alone. It needs the support of power, the need for power, and the space for power."

Qianzi looked around, as if he was really worried about something: "Before Russell and the group of sword sellers were present, I had to be polite and talk about things. But facing you alone, I can say something Sincerely."

Thales raised his eyebrows, wanting to see what else the other party could say.

I saw Jianzi pursed his lips, his expression sank, and he could barely speak after a few seconds:

"I don't like Charmain Rumba, Your Highness."

"I didn't like him from the first moment I saw him."

The torch in Qianzi's hand crackled lightly, and the darkness in this corner also shook slightly.

Hearing that name, Thales subconsciously clenched his long sword.

He remembered the meeting between Charmain and the brat under the carriage six years ago, when he and Slick were still in Rumba's carriage.

Thales sighed, and sincerely said with emotion:

"Very well, then we still have something in common."

Qianzi nodded understandingly.

"Respected Your Highness, you have been hostage in the Northland for six years, and I believe you know more than I do—the ambition and practical means in the eyes of that man are too terrifying. If the Shadow Shield wants to survive independently, it must not Depend on his subordinates."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "So?"

Qianzi shrugged: "So we don't have much choice."

Not many options...

When Thales frowned and felt that he had heard this sentence before, Qianzi continued plausibly: "In my opinion, Your Highness, who represents the Kingdom of Stars, is the only one who can turn the tide in the future and fight against the killing in the West Continent." The King's people."

He looked at Thales sincerely, with a firm tone.

At that moment, Thales tilted his mouth, and the expression on his face was wonderful.

But Qianzi shook his head self-consciously as if he didn't see Thales' expression: "And the Shadow Shield can't hide its head and show its tail all the time, and can't live in the pursuit of the Star Kingdom for decades."

Thales blinked and shook his head stiffly.

"So, what you mean is that the so-called 'prince captive' goals you came to the Saber Camp this time are all fake, and you came here purely to... find a master?"

Thales said awkwardly,

I felt that even Ada would not believe this.

But Qianzi was not embarrassed, but smiled and nodded slightly.

Having said that, Qianzi seemed to be a little abnormal, and looked around vigilantly.

Thales' heart twitched, afraid that the other party would notice something.

Fortunately, Yodel remained silent and without a trace.

strangeness.

Although the masked guards are used to guarding silently and attacking secretly, but it can make him hold back for so long...

Thales' heart trembled: Unless, the opponent is really difficult.

For example... the level of the Meteorite and the Death Crow.

The drill turned around.

"It's not safe here, Your Highness, whether it's the Sword of Disaster or those northerners from Russell, they all want to harm you. You might as well let us go out and find a safe place..."

really.

Thales blinked, wondering in his heart when Yodel would make a move, but he had to continue talking.

"So you want to say, it's actually safe to go with you, don't worry at all? Because you came to arrest me to become my subject? Because you won't deal with me like you did with Hyman Canxing eighteen years ago? Thales twitched the corner of his mouth and spoke sarcastically.

Qianzi was silent for a while, as if deep in thought.

"I do not deny that I killed your uncle, Your Highness."

This time, Qianzi looked at the prince solemnly like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes.

"But like I said," Qianzi frowned fiercely, and mentioned the strange name with only one syllable again:

"All the blood debts from eighteen years ago are in Teng's hands, and that is the dark history that Shadow Shield is least willing to reveal."

He definitely looked at Thales:

"I'm just following orders, I have no choice - you are destined to become a king, you must have a matching mind, compared to the real murderer behind the scenes, there is no need to hate a knife without thought, a sword without independent will .”

Thales rolled his eyes and didn't speak for several seconds.

The letter he had tucked across his chest seemed to be a little heavier.

"According to orders, is there a last resort?"

"So you don't have to take the blame."

Thales chuckled and shook his head, as if feeling something:

"You are a soldier of the country, so you have no choice but to kill unarmed civilians, so you don't have to bear the responsibility... You are an official representing the ruler, so you have no choice but to carry out evil policies that harm one party, and you don't have to bear the responsibility...you You are a small official hired by others, so when you obey orders and exploit your subordinates layer by layer, you have to do so, and you don't have to bear the responsibility."

"It's as if you can always find the top subject, whether it's the country, the king, the employer, or even the institutional tradition. It seems that you can cast all the blame on it. It seems that if you find the source of all mistakes, you will be fine. It seems to solve everything."

Thales snorted disdainfully:

"It's one of the excuses I despise the most."

Qianzi was slightly at a loss for words.

"Unfortunately, there has never been a 'knife without thought' or a 'sword without a master' in human society."

Thales said coldly:

"Whether you perceive it or not, admit it or not, accept it or not, everyone has to pay the price for what they do, and there is no way to escape—there is no Jesus who has ever suffered for others in this world."

Qianzi frowned slightly, slightly puzzled.

But he let go of the question and sighed.

"Of course I'm guilty, and I'm not going to escape it. On the contrary, I'm doing my best to make up for it now, whether it's allegiance to you, or reversing the fate of the Shadow Shield." His voice became a little low.

Thales sneered.

"Make up? Pledge? How?"

I saw Qianzi bowed respectfully:

"Come with me, Your Highness, we can talk about many things and share a lot of information."

There was a gleam of light in his eyes: "Including the secret back then, the secret that Teng kept from everyone for eighteen years, the secret that caused the Canxing royal family to suffer misfortune."

Thales frowned.

"Equally, we will show you our worth."

Qianzi raised his head, a rare look of iron and blood appeared on his cold face:

"Since eighteen years ago, the conflicts between the Star Royal Family and the great nobles have intensified, and the Iron Fist King's ruthless and violent methods have exacerbated this scene. I believe that your road to being crowned king is by no means smooth. , as the heir, you need an unknown sharp blade."

"If there is no sword without an owner in this world, then let us become a sword that is willing and has an owner, and become the knife in the dark," Qianzi slowly pressed his hand to his chest, and his words seemed to burn with boundless flames:

"For your crown, escort."

"The future Supreme King of the Stars, His Majesty Thales I."

He spoke loudly.

Thales only felt his eyelids twitch.

A few seconds later, the boy let out a breath and shook his head with a half-smile.

"It's unbelievable that you assassinated me under the fortress only six years ago."

Thales rubbed the hilt of his sword and couldn't help laughing out loud.

But the brazener shook his head.

"First of all, that was hired by Grand Duke Peifeit." Qianzi remained indifferent, seemingly unmoved, only to feel that he raised his right hand: "Secondly, as a king, how can you not go through honing?"

"Our hatred is as deep as the sea, and we are enemies on the opposite side, Your Highness."

Jianzi pointed to himself, and then respectfully signaled to Thales: "But the most brilliant ruler not only destroys the enemy, but also turns the enemy into a friend and uses it for his own use."

Thales looked at him blankly.

unimaginable.

This guy... is giving him a political lesson?

Qianzi curled his mouth, showing a casual but not frivolous smile: "What's more, if there was no thrilling encounter in the assassination, how would we know what kind of lord you are, and you are worthy of us when we get rid of Teng After the nightmare, entrust your life and pledge your allegiance with your sword?"

The next moment, Qianzi put away his smile and bowed again solemnly and cautiously.

"The fate of the Shadow Shield is in your hands, Your Highness."

"Hold it, and prevent us from becoming a factor of instability again, or let it go, and let the Assassin Organization, which has a long history but already disintegrated, continue to degenerate and harm the world, it's all on your mind."

"Please show a kingly mind, a monarchy, a wise decision, and think twice."

King... the mind of a king?

Thales stared at Qianzi dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropped.

Fortunately, he didn't talk about Glory of the King.

But Thales still stared blankly at the other party, feeling that his impression of him had been refreshed again.

"My God, Kuaisheng should really hire you to do business for him," Thales shook his head and clicked his tongue:

"A person like you, what kind of assassin are you still doing? It's too wasteful."

How good is it to run for president?

The brat just smiled humbly.

"So, what do you mean? Are you willing to come with us? We have too many things to report to you about your future and the future of the Shadow Shield."

Thales let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Very well, that, thank you for your kindness, you can go."

The brazener narrowed his eyes slightly.

Thales waved his hand awkwardly: "When I return to Eternal Star City, you can send me a message. I'd be happy to talk to you about the future of the Shadow Shield."

The brazener smiled and shook his head.

"Of course we'd like to do that, but unfortunately, I don't think your father would."

Thales snorted softly, "I'll convince him."

But Qianzi denied this: "I'm afraid not. I'm sure that hatred and anger have blinded King Kessel's eyes—it's not that I haven't sent messages to the Secret Division after Teng left, but every time I get nothing."

Thales frowned slightly.

"That's why we had no choice but to come to you: you were inaccessible when you were in Exeter, and you were locked up in the palace behind the stars, and there was a heavy iron curtain. Only at this time, we have the opportunity to meet with you without interruption. "

The brazener is extremely respectful:

"Please rest assured, you will be safe, and you will return to the stars. We will be your quietest and most powerful ally, and will only appear by calling when you need it."

Thales stared at him for a long time, his fists clenched and clenched.

But the prince laughed at the last second.

"A prince surnamed Canxing is collaborating with Shadow Shield, are you sure you are helping me, not threatening me or kidnapping me?" Thales sneered.

Qianzi's face froze.

"You know, a damned old hag taught me a long time ago."

The image of a pouting girl with leaky teeth flashed before her eyes, replaced by an ugly face with a bloody mouth.

Thales felt a chill.

I saw Prince Xingchen raised his head and said happily:

"Betrayal is the true meaning of alliance."

There was silence in the dark prison, and there were vague sounds of fighting in the distance. .

I don't know if it's the assassin and the swordsman, or someone else.

The drill was silent.

"If that's what you're worried about, you don't have to."

The leader of the assassins took a deep breath:

"There were too many people in the tavern just now, so I can't say more, but you should know that I have followed Teng for so long, but I have also learned some secrets behind his airtight mysterious curtain."

Thales was thinking about Yordle, while vigilantly watching the opponent's actions.

But Qianzi's next words made him frown firmly.

"Your Highness, you are not the only one."

"As far as I know, in the bloody year, one of the employers of the Shadow Shield..."

I saw Jianzi sighed, the smile on his face was both helpless and regretful, his speech was not fast, and his tone was slightly low:

"...The surname is also Canxing."

After a few seconds, Thales' face slowly changed.

What?

what does he know

He thought so uncontrollably.

That map?

That weapon?

still……

But the reality doesn't allow him to think too much, he only saw Qianzi stretching out his hand gently, looking sincere and pure:

"Your Highness, do you want to know... who is that?"

Who is that?

At this moment, Thales' heart moved.

In the next second, a dark figure with a purple mask appeared behind Qianzi as if emerging from the water curtain!

Yodel.

Thales tensed up all over.

He didn't have time to react, and he couldn't react, he saw the yordle jumping out of the shadows, full of murderous intent, and went straight to the target!

The supreme sword rippled in the air.

Ruthlessly and cold-bloodedly, he stabbed at the smiling brazier.

The sudden change of the situation happened at this moment.

"boom!"

There was a bang!

The sudden strong light and loud noise made Thales, who was in the sensory state of hell and was concentrating on the situation, suffer a lot. He closed his eyes subconsciously and took three steps back in pain. Buzzing tinnitus.

The crime of Hell River surged, alleviating Thales' embarrassment.

Thales could only feel the ground with the most basic sense of touch. Fortunately, the sin of Hell River gave him wave after wave, allowing him to perceive endless killing intent one after another in the distance.

Hell's senses are not omnipotent - this is the biggest lesson that the terrified Thales has learned, one is strong and one is weak, one is long and one is short, and the enhanced senses bring him more than just convenience.

The young man didn't dare to put down the sword in his hand for a moment, his nerves were tense, and he was ready to strike back with his sword at any time, but he didn't know whether it was because the enemy didn't pay enough attention to him or had no time to distract him. Until Thales' eyes and ears gradually recovered, he was not hurt. to the attack.

But this made him even more flustered.

because……

Sure enough, Thales regained his eyesight and hearing, and the moment he saw the situation clearly, his eyes were tearing apart!

I saw Qianzi sitting down beside him, half of his body was bright red, his left arm holding a strange awl was trembling slightly, panting again and again.

It looked like a mess.

And beside him were two assassins, both of whom sealed their throats with a sword.

But the most important thing is—Yordle wearing a mask stood in front of them, holding the Supreme Sword tightly in his hand, but he was already powerless to move forward.

His limbs were torn apart and straightened, each bound by a strange barbed metal chain. From the joints to the tendons, the chain thorns pierced into the flesh, tightly bound the mask guards.

The other end of the chain was firmly held in the hands of four different Shadow Assassins. Their eyes were cold, their understanding was very tacit, and the strength in their hands was not loose at all.

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

Yordle's limbs trembled slightly. He fought hard and held the Supreme Sword back, but because of the angle, he couldn't cause the slightest damage to the chain.

Oops.

This is……

Thales's heart tightened, and the hand holding the sword hilt became more and more stiff.

"You know... people in our business are inexplicably sensitive to their peers—how to hide, when to attack, who is the target, and what is the route."

The sound of the brazing son sounded faintly.

I saw the leader of the assassins struggling to get up from the ground, wiping off a cold sweat, as if he was still afraid of the dangerous situation just now.

"But I really never thought that one day, I could use these experiences to save my life."

Qianzi first looked at Thales, then at the immobile Yordle, and patted the dust off his body.

He stared at the masked guards controlled by others, adjusted his expression, and showed a long-lost, sincere smile:

"We finally waited for you, it's frightening..."

"Mysterious companion."

5.20 is here, but I know that you have neither aluminum pot friends nor blue pot friends, no one will tell you 520. But it doesn't matter. Because Wujian is also (runs away crying).