Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 100: Impermanence

The fists meet.

Both Arak and Sonya are trembled.

"puff."

The low muffled sound, like the sound of a sandbag landing.

But Tyres had a shock in his heart, and he seemed to have a blunt hammer in his heart!

This is... the battle of the extreme masters?

Quiet and simple.

There is no waste of power, no extra movement.

Taylors saw the crowd whispering.

Many soldiers pointed at the two men.

"Oh, no - how many times?"

"Do they have to tear each other before they hit the north?"

The two commanders stood in the opposite direction and stood in the same place, holding back the fists of each other without retreat.

Sonya's eyes are cold, and Arak is a fierce look.

The soldiers behind the two reacted.

"Hey!"

The old men behind Sonya pulled the sword fiercely and systematically surrounded the commander's side.

"Boom!"

The swords and shields around Araca were serious, stepping forward neatly, and the sword shield became a wall, protecting the flank of Arak.

The two teams were murderous and screaming at each other.

The confusion in the crowd is getting deeper and deeper:

"God, the Star Guard and the Angry Guard are present at the same time..."

"Is the officer in the shift not specifically staggering their duty time?"

"Don't you die this time?"

"I have a bad feeling."

However, when almost everyone has complex emotions, watching the conflict between the two commanders.

"stop!"

Tyres squinted and stepped forward.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the ugly Prince.

Tyres looked around.

What exactly is going on?

Sonya and Arak...

He sighed.

"This is what I want to say." Putila whispered in the back: "Only you can come out, little prince."

Tyres shook his head.

"Retreat, soldiers," he shouted at the two teams with nervous atmosphere:

"Look at the shares of the same stars, and put away your weapons."

But no one cares about him.

Both Sonya and Arakah heard his words, but the two faces who looked badly seemed to be more interested in each other.

The subordinates behind them - listening to the crowd, it seems that the Star Guards and the Guards of the Guards - also do not squint, but loyally and conscientiously stand behind their own officers.

His Royal Highness was left in the field and ignored.

Puttier closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

The whispers of the onlookers began to grow, pointing to Tyres.

Many people have laughed and scorned in their eyes.

This child is their new prince?

Taylors only felt that he was embarrassed.

Especially!

What should I do?

Rush up and pull them away?

however.

Sonya is in a state of extreme anger, and that Araca seems to have not put him in the eye?

Have to find something that they care about.

His brain is running fast.

The conversation between the two has just come to mind.

Tyres took a deep breath and he took a deep breath.

The prince heard his childish voice: "I am the comet of Stars, the second prince of the Star Kingdom."

Tyres raised his right hand against the two sides and pointed to the north.

"Maybe someone knows - for the peace of the Star Kingdom, and for the lives of the people in the fortress."

"I will soon go north and go to Exeter to pay for their prince."

The onlookers were amazed.

The Broken Dragon Fortress is not an orphan. The news that the country is a meeting has already spread here.

Many people look at Taylor's eyes and suddenly have many different meanings, pity, unwillingness, anger, and sigh.

But Sonya and Arakah's eyes are still locked in each other's bodies.

Thales adjusted his breathing, trying to be as casual as possible, approaching the range of their confrontation.

"And the two chiefs and your subordinates, before you figure out each other's heart," Taylors spread his hands, revealing a helpless smile: "To a comet prince who is about to die..."

“At least give some due respect?”

"For example, after I go to die, I will play again?"

The onlookers’ voices were louder and louder.

Puttier nodded slightly.

Sonia and Arak found that the eyebrows of each other were slightly unrecognizable.

But Tyres immediately turned around and snorted sarcastically:

"Oh, of course, you may have been used to it," Taylors turned and looked at the soldiers around him, easily reaching into his pocket.

He is going to pick up the pin of the nine-pointed star of the comet's royal family and light it to everyone.

The next sentence of Tyres relies on his surname.

But he did not touch the pin of the nine-pointed star.

There is only the fangs bracelet in the pocket - the Queen of the Night when he left, the token of the Corleone family.

Tyres’s smile smashed for a fraction of a second.

Damn Cortina...

She did not return the nine-pointed star to me!

But the prince immediately made a smile with lightning speed.

He turned the "pocket empty" into a pose of "taking a photo of the pocket" and turned around in a circle.

Tyres turned back to the two men who were squatting, laughing mockingly:

"After all, neither of you is looking at a comet for the first time..."

"Did you die in front of you..."

The voice just fell.

Breathing has accelerated a lot for the two people who are squatting.

Sonya was shocked.

Arak is struggling.

In the past, the hearts of two people have come.

The soldiers watching the crowd are getting louder and louder:

"and so?"

"You heard about it? Both of them are..."

"I don't understand why they look at each other and are not pleasing to the eye..."

One, two, three...Thales counted seconds in the bottom of my heart.

Please, give me some face!

His guilt is coming up again.

Finally, the two commanders slammed each other and violently let go of each other.

The guards on both sides have returned to the scabbard, but they are still ugly looking at each other's faces.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw Putility on one side, showing a hateful smile and blinking at him.

Gilbert can never be so disrespectful.

Tyres returned an angry look.

But he knows that things have not been resolved.

"Very well, we... are we going to solve the problem at hand?" Taylor snorted and pointed to the mighty Ken in the place.

Arakah snorted impatiently: "Do you want to come to judge yourself, little prince?"

"Why, do you have an opinion?" Sonya snorted: "As a Highness, he is the most suitable here."

Tyres sighed.

Do not.

This is not just a trial.

It may also be the friction and embarrassment of the two commanders.

And - he looked at the face of a pleading of Willow - about a person's life and death.

He looked up and looked at the officer in charge of hanging:

"Can someone prove his words? Who is he saved?"

The responsible officer did not seem to have spoken to the royal family. He was flattered and took a step back, then shook his head: "No one...so we all suspect that he is lying."

Taylors raised his brow.

Not good.

"To determine if you are a deserter... please bring his blade."

The officer nodded nervously.

Soon, under the eyes of everyone, a comparison of long spears and a lot of equal length wooden sticks were sent up - the broken wooden sticks still have dry blood, only barely see the iron on one side The pointed end.

On the surface, this is indeed like a broken spear.

However...Thales looks to the young man of black hair:

"Can you use... double guns?"

Willow nodded: "I, I can!"

"It’s a lie," the officer shook his head. "No soldiers have ever been trained like this, let alone he is still a fisherman!"

Taylors breathed a deep breath.

He looked at the burning soldiers around him, watching Sonia's gaze, Arak's compelling eyes, and Putil's complex expression.

"If he is skilled at using double guns..." Taylors said indulgently:

But Araka snorted at this time and interrupted him.

"The deserter or not, he is defying the order on the battlefield, there is no doubt," this powerful man ridiculed the prince:

"What? If he can use double guns, would you use the privilege of comet to declare him innocent?"

"Respect, expensive, the second prince of the second prince?"

Taylors a glimpse.

Violation?

bad.

"Then you want to kill him directly?" Sonya spoke in a tit-for-tat manner, coldly saying: "If he is innocent..."

"No one in the battlefield is in charge of you!" Arak hard interrupted her:

"Whether you want to escape or save people, you have to pay the price if you violate the order."

Sonya suddenly dissipated.

She can only turn her head and hesitate to look at Tells: "I respect your decision, Your Highness."

"Go ahead," said Arak, looking at Tyres, dismissively saying: "Forgive him, and see if he will break the next time. - Maybe then, he killed more than himself."

When Veroton was as earthy, he was sweating, his eyes continually going back and forth between Arak and Tyres.

Tyres frowned.

Trouble.

Arak, Sonya, Putier, and the surrounding soldiers, including the Willow, put their eyes on him.

How to do?

Hang him.

What about Sonya and the soldiers around?

Forgive him.

Arak, what about military orders and military regulations?

Still simply, change other penalties.

No, it’s not right... odious.

Gilbert has not taught this...

and many more.

Gilbert?

Taylors is indulging.

He has a decision.

"Viro Ken."

"I'm not sure if you are a deserter," the second prince walked to Vero and said to him: "So, I can't convict you, you can't hang you."

Wei Luosong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, the war is starting to lose from here..." Arak didn't accidentally snorted and didn't accidentally get Sonya's glare.

Some agreed that the soldiers of Arak began to shake their heads.

But Taylor's next sentence made Wei Luo nervous again.

"But if you really violated the order," Tyres shook his head. "Then I can't judge you not guilty."

"I can't make a judgment."

The audience was silent for a moment.

Then all stunned.

Sonya frowned: What does this mean?

"Ha, guilty and not guilty?" Arakah snorted:

"So what do you do, my prince? Why not shorten the twisted rope half?"

Tyres is expressionless.

He gently raised his hand and held his fist.

Let the audience calm down.

"But you said, Willow," Tyres whispered: "You are going backwards to save your companions."

Willow raised his gaze and shuddered at the second prince.

"Whether you really did it - this spirit is very noble."

The voice of Tells echoed in a narrow crowd:

"So, I can't hang you."

Wei Luo was shocked and looked at the prince in disbelief.

Just listen to Taylors and continue:

"Not because your actions are not guilty."

"But I can't let other people succumb to your end, hesitating whether to save the robes - this is not a hesitation."

Tyres is faint.

The eyes looked at Taylor's eyes differently.

Sonya’s face was bright, and Arak was deeply frowning.

Only Puttier, the eyes are complex and profound.

"but!"

Tyres looks awkward and swears:

"It doesn't mean you are not guilty, and you don't have to pay the price of the violation."

"Viro Ken!"

Willow's breathing began to rush.

"In the future battle, you must save more than ten robes," Tyres said:

"As the price of not being hanged today, the only way to get rid of your guilty violation is to smear your deserters."

"Ten!"

In the eyes of everyone, Tyres pulled out the JC dagger and walked silently behind Willow, aiming the edge at the rope that tied his hands.

Tyres took a deep breath and cut **** his hand.

a bit……

Two times...

three……

Eh?

Tyres found that his hand strength is a bit small.

At this rate, I am afraid that it will take more than ten seconds to cut the rope.

He felt the eyes of the people around him.

This is this...

Very damaging atmosphere, hello!

At this time, the familiar fluctuations poured into the hands of Taylors.

Like the blood is instantly accelerating, his right hand muscles tremble, and a force much larger than usual erupts!

"laugh!"

The rope on the hand of Willow was cut open instantly.

Tyres retracted the dagger and forced himself not to look at the **** wounds on the back of Wei Luo's hand that he had unintentionally drawn - coughing.

"So, I use your future behavior in exchange for your life and freedom at the moment."

"Do you understand? Willow Ken?"

He looked solemnly at the restoration of the freedom of Willow.

Willow gasped and sat on the floor watching Taylors.

He opened his trembling lips.

"Yes……"

"Yes... Your Royal Highness!" He exclaimed loudly:

"Save ten people! I remember!"

"There is still a request." Taylors said indifferently.

Willow glimpsed.

Tyres suddenly showed a long-lost smile and said: "Go and change your double guns - wear it like this, they can't even kill the fish in the river."

Willow Ken breathed three.

Then, he showed a smile that escaped, and nodded desperately: "Yes, follow your orders!"

Tyres turned his head and looked around.

Sonya laughed and looked at him with relief.

"Very decent, Your Highness."

The flower of the fortress came over unceremoniously, and under the ugly face of Tyres, hugged him!

I don't know who started the first time, and the surrounding soldiers have clenched their hands!

"Hey..."

Some people even started cheering.

Others are yelling: "Our prince!"

Sonya laughed and put the face of the stalwart on the shoulders, slamming his head: "A qualified comet!"

"Awkward little devil." Arakah looked at Tyres with a cold eye, muttered a wave of his hand, and left the subordinates in the applause of the audience.

Only Edda, with a look of doubt, asked Plato, who was thinking deeply: "What did he just do?"

——————

When it was weak, after being swayed by Sonya for two laps, when the more dizzy taylor was put down, he could only pull the attire of Putilai and vomit.

Under the leadership of several soldiers, Puttier went with him to the barracks prepared for the prince, followed by Edda, who was once again frozen by the weather.

Tyres sighed: "I thought that trouble would come after we went to Exeter."

But Putilit did not pick him up.

"His Royal Highness," Putilai said quietly, not paying attention to his use of the title:

“How did you think of that method?”

Taylors: What?

"Do not kill the soldier for the time being, but let him contribute himself in the future?" Putilla walked along.

"Amount, this idea," said Tyres, licking his frozen hands, and sighed with a sigh of relief: "In fact, what Gilbert told me was related to my uncle, Midi's comet."

Putile looked awkward and his brow wrinkled.

"Gilbert said that he had done a diplomatic mission because of his unfavorable cooperation with his colleagues," Taylors recalled, not paying attention to Putili's face: "But Meader did not punish him, but let He owes a 'debt' to the stars and will make up for it in the future with several times of merit."

Putila is frowning, and Tyres picks an eyebrow:

“The Far East also has the saying that ‘uses credit to make up for sin’ – but it is limited to important people. The underlying soldiers like Wei Luo cannot say this directly, so they should convince others with the reasons for saving the same robes.”

"But this is not a good idea," Taylors said. "Think about it. If all the deserters come back, they say: I am trying to save my companions..."

"So, are you following the example of His Highness?" Putilit did not listen to him, but slowly said: "Gilbert probably wants you to be the next Midier."

Taylors a glimpse.

"Oh," he scratched his head. "This incident probably affects Gilbert very deeply."

"Ah, yeah," Putilai sighed thoughtfully: "Gilbert, who did save the entire star in the negotiations of the Fortress and the Covenant, to make up for his sin of the city of evil steel - otherwise According to the law at the time, this matter was enough to make him imprisoned."

Taylors turned his head curiously: "Hey, Putilia... Do you know this too?"

"Of course, Your Highness," Putile seems to have become accustomed to calling His Highness, only to see him faintly: "In that year, Gilbert did not mess up because of his unfavorable cooperation with his colleagues."

Taylors has wide eyes.

"Gilbert was only a descendant of the fallen aristocrats. He was the servant of the prince who first came to the Foreign Affairs Division. He was squeezed out by his colleagues and even deliberately framed it. Only then did Pitlay sigh."

"Ah?" Tyres wondered: "Yes."

Puttier slowly nodded: "So, he later paid for the stars in a painstaking manner... He thinks this is his debt to Midier, owing to the stars."

"Everyone has their own life history, and the situation is impermanent." Taylors sighed and shrugged casually: "He told you this?"

"No, he doesn't," Putilai looked deep, with a touch of sadness and remorse in her words:

"But I know more than he does."

Taylors looked up.

I saw Putility took a deep breath and slowly spit:

"because……"

"I was the foreign secretary, the person who crowded and framed him."

Taylors stunned.

so awkward.

"Forehead, this," he said succinctly: "Maybe, if you didn't do that that year, Gilbert would not become such a great diplomatic and administrative officer."

"Yeah, maybe," Putilai said bitterly: "The stars are lucky, they can be as good and unselfish as he is..."

"Do not!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

It seems to be holding back anger.

Tyres and Putility turned their heads in a strange way.

I saw the second prince's attendant, and Wyatt Kasso looked at them with a sullen look.

"Waia..." Tells spoke strangely.

Is he angry with him?

"His Royal Highness!" Wyah seemed to try to control her emotions. He took a deep breath and returned to his normal expression. He slowly said: "Jora... Chora, he is going to die."

Tyres has changed color.

——————

Chora, the leader of the comet family, is now lying on the bed in the barracks.

"I... I have a younger sister," said Jola, who was out of focus and confused. "In the kingdom, in the king..."

"His Royal Highness," Wyatt Casso, wrapped in a bandage, said with regret: "The vampires hurt him too much..."

Taylor sighed for a long breath: "Is there no way?"

"We searched the medics in the fortress." Wyah shook her head and looked sad: "But they are just military doctors, I am afraid there is not such a good medical skill..."

Tyres frowned: "Is there any other doctor?"

Putila frowned: "The cold castle is the closest, but there is a doctor. But... I am afraid it is too late."

"And, the Exeters are empty... In short, the road is very unsafe."

"Accept the reality," Edda sighed under the cloak: "At least let him leave with peace of mind, leaving no regrets on the way to the prison."

Tyres looked at Chora on the bed, remembering that he was being poked for the first time in the Judith Hall.

And he fought with the mercenaries with swordsmen.

Together with my peers, I am between myself and Serena.

And... the battle against the blood race in the birch forest...

He closed his eyes sadly.

hateful.

"His Royal Highness!"

The people went back.

I saw a black-eyed young man standing at the entrance of the barracks.

It is Willow Ken.

The deserter who was almost hanged.

Willow bowed to Thales with a grateful smile: "I am so happy to see you! I was sent to inform you..."

He glanced at the barracks and swept to the dying Jolla.

Wei Luo immediately converges his smile and slams into the ground: "The amount...that...the two commanders will ask you, and the deputy ambassador will pass..."

Tyres sighed and couldn't bear to look at Chora on the bed.

He nodded and walked out of the room with Putile and Edda.

"That is..." Willow cautiously asked, "Your subordinate is your subordinate?"

"Yes, but we can't save him."

"I hope he will leave with peace of mind." Taylors is absent-minded: "Willow, how do you become a miscellaneous?"

"Oh," Willow shrugged and said helplessly: "After all... many people still think that I am a deserter..."

Taylor’s heart nodded and his feet stopped.

Do not.

"Let the commanders wait, I will send him the last trip."

"He died for me..."

Thales mourned back and looked at Chora, who was at the time of his death.

Puttier shook his head and waved at Willow.

Taylors walked back to the bed and looked at the inexplicably cholla, clenching his fists.

If, Jola, there are other comets who died in the birch woods, did not follow me...

Ugh.

Just at this time.

"His Royal Highness... That..."

Willow couldn't help but speak.

Putile and others looked at him dissatisfied.

"Please don't rush," Wyah said uncomfortably: "Please give death some dignity - even if you are a ferryman in the prison river."

"No," Willow waved his hand and said in a hurry:

"I was used as a deserter yesterday and went directly to the dungeon... that dungeon..."

"Now is not a good time to thank you." Putilla frowned.

"Oh, no," Willow shook his head and gasped:

"I met one in the dungeon, a person who was taken as a suspicious person..."

Young soldiers loudly:

"The man said..."

"He is a doctor!"

Taylors and others were shocked and looked at Willow.

"Yes, he also said that he called... Ramon!"

Wei Luo finally said what he wanted to say. He grabbed his head and showed a hearty smile:

"It's still a doctor from Wangdu."

"According to what he said... medical skills are superb."

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