Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 605 Rebellion (Part 2)

"Your Majesty, everyone."

The captain of the royal guard, Lord Fabio Adrian, carrying an inextinguishable lamp, walked into the gate decently, followed by several well-trained royal guards.

"Excuse me for interrupting, it's dinner time."

Although they were acquaintances, the appearance of them being fully armed and standing still surprised everyone.

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

"Just to call us for dinner?"

"Thanks to you." Adrian gave 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?"

Advisor Shuduo frowned and looked at the royal guards and the increasing number of guards outside, paying particular attention to their hands holding the hilt:

"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 said politely:

"It's nothing, Lord Shuduo, we have advanced this month's exercise, that's all—"

But Shuduo did not buy his account.

"Okay, Fabio!"

The military advisor coldly hummed:

"We have served in the standing army together, and we have experienced **** years together. You and I know that this is not a routine exercise for shit."

"You are facing the entire Imperial Conference. The people here are the elites of the kingdom. What can't you say directly?"

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

As he spoke, the commotion outside Ballard not only continued, but even grew louder. From time to time, he could hear shouts and rushing.

Captain Adrian looked at Shuduo seriously, and sighed deeply.

He glanced at the king again, and stopped talking.

At the end of the discussion table, King Kessel was as calm as ever, he hooked his hook and motioned Adrian to come closer.

"Master Adrian."

Gilbert saw some clues and spoke gently:

"If there is any inconvenience, of course we can cooperate first-we are also hungry anyway, right."

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

Following this, there was a sound of dense weapons scabbing!

"coming!"

"Steady guard wings!"

"Who the **** called the killing team!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Stay back!"

The shouts of the royal guard came one after another, each of which was different, but Lord Adrian's face turned pale, the captain of the guard turned around and guarded King Kessel behind him.

Suoduo immediately reacted, he subconsciously got up and touched his waist, only to remember that the weapon was left at the palace gate.

The officials in the room realized that it was wrong.

Duke Cullen bounced from the chair flexibly and drew a small dagger from his belt.

Gilbert clasped his cane and rushed towards the king.

Qiu Ke whizzed out, leaving only one **** exposed under the table.

Viscount Connie rushed to the door first, remembering something, and quickly returned to approach the king.

Lord Clapham's face was earthy but calm, while Vice-Bishop Gui closed his eyes and said something.

"enough!"

Lord Adrian's roar rang, shocking everyone.

Following his order, the chaos outside the door ceased first.

In Ballard's room, three clear muffled noises came from the discussion table and drifted away.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Stay steady."

I saw King Kessel put his fingers away and calmly looked at the officials who reacted differently:

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

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

Only then did the overreacting group of officials react, or they were ashamed or embarrassed, and hurriedly organized themselves.

Gilbert exhaled and sat back in his seat, and Prime Minister Cullen casually tucked the dagger that shouldn't have been there.

So Duo bent down disdainfully, and slipped out from under the table.

Everyone returned to their decent appearance, and they discovered that the originally spacious door of the Ballard room had been blocked by the royal guard's wall, completely unable to see the scene outside.

And every guard faces the outside, leaving only his back to the court officials inside.

The officials looked at each other, not knowing why.

"Why, is it an assassin?" Suoduo doubted.

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

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

"Sir!"

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

"Captain Adrian!"

Adrian's face sank, and he called out the names of his subordinates:

"Marico?"

The second vanguard of the Royal Guard, Marico held down his weapon, and shook his head regretfully before saluting the other great figures:

"Your Majesty, sirs."

Adrian understood what he meant and sighed in pain.

"What's wrong outside the door?" The king's voice steadily heard, speaking out everyone's heart:

"Let them get away, don't block."

Adrian turned around, bowed and squeezed a smile;

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

But unexpectedly, King Kessel, who had calmed down for a day, suddenly raised his voice and shouted at the wall of people at the door:

"Royal Guard, get out!"

The guards were very familiar with the king’s voice. The guards guarding the door almost instinctively retreated to the left and right, revealing the guards of the previous row, then the next row, then the next row, and then the next row...until they revealed A deep corridor lit up outside the door.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the door.

Only the king was calm and his eyes were cold.

Adrian couldn't stop him, so he sighed.

Outdoors, I saw that the royal guards were densely packed, waiting in full formation, with the Ballard room as the center, standing full of all the places in the corridor where people could stand.

All the guards had serious faces, facing the depths of the corridor vigilantly and nervously.

There seems to be the most terrible enemy there.

The noisy Fuxing Palace quieted down at this moment.

"Hum... Hum... Hum..."

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

The people in Ballard's room opened their eyes:

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

The royal guards at the forefront are under the greatest pressure. They are holding on to the hilt of their swords, but they can't help retreating as their horses hoof close.

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

Because around the black horse, a few people with distinctly different costumes from the royal guard appeared in front of everyone.

It was a small group of people, they looked nervously around the horses and moved forward tremblingly.

"I don't want to say that, but I recognize the big man."

Shuoduo looked at the tall man in the team with a headache, the latter was sweating, looked at the surrounding royal guards, and raised his hands:

"It's a kid from the Karabyyang family. His father once sent him to the army for training. It seems to have done a good job. I even praised him when I went to the Western Wilderness Army..."

Karabyan?

Everyone was taken aback.

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

"Lozanotto has given my favor to help his younger brother solve a trouble of being jealous in the Red Square Street..."

Glover.

This surname aggravated everyone's suspicions.

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

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

Doyle.

Everyone's mood became more and more serious.

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

"Uh, that horse, I remember..."

Viscount Connie focused his gaze on the beast, wondering:

"The gifts and mounts I brought when I went to the Northland were gifts and mounts from the country to Prince Thales..."

Among the officials, Gilbert said nothing.

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

As if hit by something.

But these intruders from extraordinary origins are nothing.

When their figures dispersed, revealing the person they were surrounded by, the air completely stagnated.

It was a teenager.

Compared with the nervousness of the people around him, he paced forward leisurely, seemingly worry-free.

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

In Ballard's room, all the ministers took a breath.

"prince?"

"Damn..."

"Duke Xinghu!"

"His Royal Highness Thales!"

"Troublemaker is in trouble again..."

"May the sunset bless him..."

No one noticed, Secret Department's scarface spy clenched his fist under his sleeve.

The king's voice sounded faintly.

"Fabio Adrian."

The iron-fisted king slowly called out the full name of the captain of the guard, which seemed to be extremely cold.

"what happened?"

In Ballard's room, the officials immediately calmed down.

Lord Adrian's figure stiffened, then he turned his head, saluted in response, and said formally:

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Thales is eager to miss his father, going and returning, carelessly, carelessly..."

Adrian frowned as he watched the taller horse approaching.

"Speaking of people." The king's answer was simple, slow in pace, and strange in meaning.

Adrian took a deep breath and continued:

"The prince is still young and accidentally entered the palace gate..."

Boom.

With a soft tap, Adrian was cut off.

"Obviously," the voice of the iron-fisted king was very soft, as if quietly speaking with a breath, gentle and indifferent:

"Your sir does not know how to speak, Marico."

Marico trembled slightly as the second vanguard officer.

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

"You answer."

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

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

Marico took a step forward, pointing angrily at the corridor:

"The Duke of Xinghu and his eight entourages, who have never made an appointment, carried weapons, and trespassed into the palace forbidden!"

"Intention—unknown!"

Everyone was surprised!

Duke Cullen dug his ears desperately, seeming to suspect that his hearing was wrong, while Gilbert stared at Thales in disbelief, his lips opening and closing.

The air in Ballard's room was only stagnant at first, but after this, it became ice.

"Ok……"

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

He hummed in response:

"And you just put him in?"

Marico frowned, waiting to respond, but Adrian was faster than him:

"Your Majesty, the guards guarding the palace gate today are not good at words and acting rigidly. They clashed with the people of your Royal Highness, quarreled, and shoved a little..."

But the king's voice sounded again:

"Marico?"

The second vanguard swallowed his throat, then glanced at the commander, Adrian looked at him embarrassedly.

In the end, Marico no longer hesitated, and said unrelentingly:

"Your Majesty, the Duke Thales just wanted to forcefully break into the palace. The guard brothers who guarded the door did their duty and refused to let them go, so they started with the Duke's man. Blood was seen on both sides—"

"Since you have performed your duties faithfully," King Kessel interrupted him mercilessly, in a flat tone, but inexplicably shocking:

"Then how did he get in?"

Marico shuddered and immediately lowered his head, unable to hide his shame.

The gazes of the ministers moved back and forth between Thales and Marico, who were slowly approaching, and finally returned to the king.

"Marico..." Adrian reminded in a low voice next to him.

But Kessel gave Adrian a quick glance and sealed Adrian's words.

Marico took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:

"After the bleeding and bleeding, things became strange, and many people quickly gathered at the palace gate to watch, the scene was very noisy..."

Adrian coughed and took the dangerous conversation:

"The decision was made by me. We must let your Highness in and deal with the matter in the palace, otherwise the entire Everstar City will see that scene. It is for the kingdom..."

boom!

There was a loud noise, but the king punched hard and hit the table hard!

What followed was his extremely cold angrily:

"No one sees it now!"

As soon as this statement came out, Adrian and Mariczzi bowed and knelt on one knee.

The officials in the room did not dare to take a mouthful.

Just now.

"father!"

The voice peculiar to young people came from afar:

"Why get angry?"

The group of officials turned their heads together. I don't know when, Thales has reached the distance where they can see the action 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, the blade of which is backward, following his steps, shaking it, pointing directly to the ceiling of Fuxing Palace.

King Kessel frowned.

"Marico, what's the matter?"

The second vanguard who convicted himself of guilt was taken aback and did not know how to reply.

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

"After entering the palace, we were waiting to be captured, but His Royal Highness immediately put the sword on his neck, so hard that he even cut out blood."

The officials were shocked, staring attentively, only to discover that Thales' collar was carrying a few abnormal scars.

"He steps forward, the sword does not leave his neck. We dare not act rashly. To prevent accidents, we can only step back all the way."

Listening to the explanation of the royal guard, Duke Cullen looked at Thales more interestingly, while Gilbert became more worried.

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

His back leaned back in the chair, his brows furrowed.

"It turns out this is my royal guard."

The king exhaled, 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.

The weight of these words was so heavy that Lord Adrian could only bow his head and close his eyes, sighing and apologizing.

On the other side, the younger Marico gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Majesty, please let us..."

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

"father!"

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

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

He didn't even look at the people in Ballard's room. He just looked at the portrait near the left: "Sand King" Kessel IV was fully armed riding on a horse, with his head up and looking far away, his eyes were firm, his posture was upright and majestic. .

But Thales knew that a century ago, the "Sand King" in the painting ran towards...

It is a war doomed to fail.

"Are you tired after a meeting for so long?"

Thales turned his gaze back to the Ballard room, the **** senses activated, allowing him to see King Kessel under the lights and the sunset.

He ignored the royal guards with terrifying eyes 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.

After the discussion table, the iron-fisted king stared at his son coldly, before speaking for a while.

"Let him in."

Marico looked back anxiously:

"His Majesty?"

King Kessel sneered:

"I said, let him in."

Adrian shook his head at Marico, and then ordered the royal guards inside and outside.

On the intruder's side, looking at the guard line in front of him, a hole was exposed, and the prince's attendant Huaiya swallowed:

"Your Highness?"

Thales let out a breath.

"You stay," the prince barked his teeth, feeling the soreness of his shoulder and the cut on his neck:

"Cooperate later, don't resist."

Responsible for opening the way, Cohen was so scared that he was stunned:

"what?"

Rolf at the back of the palace also turned around, his eyes dissatisfied.

"Relax, you are my subordinates after all, they should not..."

Telston took a moment and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Don't beat it too hard?

After all, it was treason.

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

Next to Thales, the dark horse Jenny felt the bad atmosphere and screamed anxiously.

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

Thales turned his head and quietly calmed Jenny: "It's okay."

"me too."

Jenny whimpered and quieted down aggrievedly.

The Duke of Xinghu put away his smile and strode forward carrying the extremely heavy sword.

Like countless times before, move forward alone.

The prince's sudden approaching figure caused the surrounding royal guards to scatter abruptly, like a ringing arrow into the forest, startling countless birds.

Thales could feel that when he crossed the threshold and passed the royal guards, the pioneer named Marico stared at the long sword on his neck, his muscles moved, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to take action. But Adrian on one side held him tightly.

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

"This road is really not easy."

The prince stopped at the discussion table, quite cheerful:

"You are very protected, father."

"Even his own son has to bleed if he wants to meet."

King Kessel just stared at him coldly, even with a noticeable expression on his face-just as Thales expected.

Unlike before, the prince did not pay attention to the king, he looked around with interest for a week:

In front of him, the officials from the Imperial Conference looked at him dumbfounded, with a wonderful expression.

Behind him, countless royal guards stared at him in resentment and gritted their teeth.

"Sure enough, Anke was right..."

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

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

Even if it is his own life.

He squinted back at King Kessel.

In the same way, if you don't seek rebellion, the tyrant will be unscrupulous-maybe he thinks he is very popular.

What kind of world!

"Your Highness!"

In the Imperial Conference, Gilbert was the first to help. He tried to hide his anxiety and forced a smile:

"You're doing..."

Thales turned his head and his eyes lit up.

"Gilbert, how are you?" The prince's tone was bright, without any gloom, in contrast to the atmosphere of the Fuxing Palace:

"By the way, Wiya is back."

Thales shook his thumb behind him, regardless of whether he was pointing right or not, and he smiled:

"How touching is father and son reunion."

For some reason, Thales, who had been under pressure from entering and exiting the Fuxing Palace several times, felt relaxed and happy at this moment.

It seems to have relieved all burdens.

But his smile didn't last long.

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

He looked at Thales' face, and then at the sword on his shoulder, as if he was smiling bitterly, sad, and sighing and angry.

Thales was stunned for a moment.

"I know, Your Highness!"

Gilbert took a deep breath, lowered his head, and raised his head again.

"You are not satisfied with your marriage."

Gilbert smiled stiffly, suppressing his rapid breathing:

"I understand."

When this remark came out, many people were at a loss.

Thales was also taken aback:

"Marriage? What kind of marriage—"

"But you don't have to be so anxious!" Gilbert interrupted him fiercely, while telling himself, while giving Thales anxiously winked:

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

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

"You know, young people, they are not satisfied with the candidate for marriage, a little impulsive, want to ask me to make it clear..."

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

Thales blinked, and gradually realized that, a warmth surged in his heart.

But it's a pity.

Gilbert...

"So that's it," Vice-Bishop Guy reacted very quickly, and nodded with a smile:

"Marriage is indeed a major event, may the goddess bless..."

Viscount Connie, from a noble background, also reacted and laughed:

"Oh, yeah, yeah, of course, we have all been young too, understand..."

Prime Minister Cullen also blinked and shook his head like a kind old man:

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

The ministers at the Imperial Conference laughed again and again, and they had excellent tacit understanding, and they quickly became one, making the atmosphere in Ballard much more comfortable.

Most of the royal guards also understood, and laughed unconsciously, letting go of their tight muscles.

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

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

Thales was smirking, and there was no temperature in his eyes looking back at the king, only the eager challenge.

"Fabio, very good, you are very conscientious, just a false alarm," the Sodor consultant exhaled and gave Adrian a thumbs up:

"But the exercise is very effective. I suggest rewarding the guards..."

clang!

A muffled sound of metal impact, suddenly spread!

The royal guards who hadn't completely slackened out of their scabbards, all of them stunned!

"Stay steady!"

Adrian shouted loudly, calming a possible conflict.

The guards who had awakened were short of breath and looked at each other nervously. Only then did they put their weapons away under the command of the officer.

The imperial court officials were speechless, unbelievable.

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

"No wonder it's called the'weight bearer'."

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

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

Gilbert's expression was only more bitter.

This makes Thales a little guilty.

But soon, he left these behind, stepped forward unconsciously, and stretched out his hand suddenly.

Huh!

The weapons of several guards were unsheathed again.

"rest assured."

This time, Thales smiled, walked to the discussion table and signaled 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 eyes of the iron-fisted king:

"Find a chair."

Near him, Treasurer Jo Ke watched the prince slap his hand on the shoulder, with a smile more ugly than crying.

Feeling the puzzled or restless gaze around him, Thales smiled.

Yes.

Whether in the Hall of Heroes or here.

He has to find himself a chair.

He has to wield a heavy sword that is powerless.

Betting on... your own life.

Thales stared directly at King Kessel. He suddenly discovered that the weight and pressure that he could detect every time he met his father...

Gone.

Although the king's sight was still sharp, it was still tingling.

"Sorry to interrupt, everyone."

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

"I'm afraid, today's imperial conference will end sooner."

In Ballard's room, both the officials and the guards looked at each other and were at a loss.

The king's eyes grew deeper.

Thales looked at the sky outside the window and couldn't help but curl his mouth:

"Or... not too early?"

He suddenly felt a feeling: On the small table in front of him, the continual flowing waves were pulsing, pulling up the lines that were involved back and forth.

At this moment, he stepped into this room, just as if a ship was dividing the water, cutting the numb with a sharp knife.

at last.

"What are you doing," King Kessel's voice sounded in the silence, his biting slowly, very slowly:

"son?"

son.

Hearing this title, Thales felt a little dazed.

"I?"

Thales paused and smiled sincerely:

"I'll save you."

The prince's inexplicable answer made everyone frown.

"Oh?"

In front of everyone, the King of Iron Fist made a voice that looked like a smile.

"help me?"

He leaned back, blended into the darkness where the sun could not reach, and became indifferent again.

It's like anger and madness have reached the extreme, restoring the ultimate peace.

"Yes, father."

Thales has a relaxed and happy attitude, as if he is enjoying a conversation between father and son.

"I'll save you..."

The prince also leaned back and plunged into the warm embrace of the sunset.

Only his eyes were cold.

Like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

"Free from the burden of that crown."

Thales curled up his mouth and looked at the Ironfist King with a smile.

crown.

As soon as this statement came out, the imperial court officials immediately looked earthy, and the royal guards were all shocked.

Gilbert was panicked, and screamed:

"Your Highness!"

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

But it ended up in one place.

Directly shot the smile of the Duke of Xinghu.

Thales raised his eyebrows and his smile stiffened.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Amid the fear and gaffe of countless people, Thales reacted and pointed to King Kessel’s forehead that was not crowned today, and smiled apologetically:

"It's not on your head."

(End of this chapter)