Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 194, choose the person you want to be

"Boom!"

Two bowls of hot broth were slammed on the table.

Washing his face in the cold water, Tyres and the little slicker, looked up slyly and looked at the expressionless Gu.

The hunger that was previously covered by panic and fear suddenly returned to the second prince's belly.

"I specially used eternal oil to heat up - the smoke will dissipate indoors, no one will find us," Gu faintly, he sat down opposite the two, the thick eyebrows on the right picked up slightly, it seems that there is no deep meaning. : "Of course, this is not cheap, I will keep it."

The little slippery belly rang just right.

The girl looked at the boy around her, and Tyres swallowed.

"what happened?"

Looking at the two dull children, frowning, impatiently said: "Is still waiting for me to respect the napkins and wines, my distinguished young master and young lady?"

The voice fell.

Tyres and the little slicker glanced at each other and blinked at each other.

In the next second, the two were like horses that had loosened the reins. They both plunged into the chairs, took their respective broths, and drank them.

"Don't worry," Gu looked at the way they both gorged and sighed:

"When you fill your stomach, talk about business."

In just a few minutes, the two extremely hungry children had finished their broth, leaning against the stool, feeling the inflated belly and snoring and gasping.

The little slicker also made a full slap and bowed his head.

Taylor sighed out with satisfaction.

"So..." Gu put his right hand on the back of his left hand and tapped his fingers like a wave.

"I, we need help!" Still waiting for it, Tyres, who took a sigh of relief, looked up and hurried.

"Yeah, I can see it..." Gu looked at him and showed disdain in his eyes: "I don't know what to say."

Under the eyes of Taylors, Gu did not care:

"For example, this chaotic night - it is early in the morning, why are two children strolling in the area where they should have been evacuated?"

"Is it awkward than a dog at home?"

Taylors glimpsed, subconsciously: "We..."

But his words came to an abrupt end, and the prince hesitated to open his mouth and close again.

The experience and intuition since becoming a prince tells him to bring out the information you know, sometimes it is not necessarily sincere and understanding: look at Serena and Black Sword.

"We are in trouble," Taylors breathed deeply and said seriously: "We need to go to the Palace of the Spirit without any attention. Can you help us?"

"We will pay you!"

Gu’s fingers were no longer moving. He clenched his hands and stared at Tells motionless.

The man's eyes were very calm, as if there was no wind and no waves on the lake, but there was no reason for Taylor to be flustered.

He had to sit up in danger.

This Far Easter...

How do you feel weird?

Just as Tyres felt that he couldn’t hold on, Gu finally slowly opened his mouth:

"The Palace of the Spirits?"

"It is another drama that the nobles squandered and fought for power?"

Gu curled up his mouth and revealed an intriguing sneer.

The black man of the Far East man was so deep that it made Thales unable to see his pupil.

"In the dark, go to the Yingling Palace from the reclamation area. Do you know how difficult it is? Distance, slope, gate, road ban, and the martial lawline from yesterday to now..."

Gu looked at Taylors in dim light:

"I can make room for you, but will you quietly send you into the Palace of the Spirit and be involved in the political struggle of the upper aristocrats?"

The Far East shook his head, and the coldness of his eyes made Tyres shudder: "Sorry, the feelings of Kaslan are not that big."

He refused.

Tyres turned his head and looked at the little slicker with concern.

They can't just stay here, sit and wait.

The actions of Rumba, the assassination of Nunn, the accidents they encountered, these things are needed...

"What about the contact?"

Taylor looked up and said: "You can't send us in the past, but can you help us to contact some people?"

Under the eyes of Tyres, Gu smiled.

“Although it’s not easy, it’s not impossible,” I saw, and I’m blind: “Who is it for?”

Tyres shines.

However, when he opened his mouth, he just got to his lips and was interrupted by Gu.

"Careful choice, child, don't choose those who I want to stand in front of the gate of the Yingling Palace. Also," Gu lowered his head, his eyes were shrouded in the darkness because of the light, only to listen to him. Slightly deep and authentic:

"If your situation is really dangerous, then it is best to find a trustworthy and unobtrusive candidate. After all, I don't want to get into trouble."

Listening to Gu’s words, Taylors stunned.

The first thing he thought of was Putility.

Edda said that the deputy ambassador launched a manpower to find himself, then maybe he can send someone...

Do not.

The prince shook his head in the bottom of his heart.

Taylors does not know how strict the control of Lombard in Longyan City, but if the situation is really as bad as expected, then the Star Mission headed by Putilit will definitely become the focus of Lombard.

Especially after the disaster has been raging, the martial law in each district will be very conspicuous. Even if you find it here, the chances of being intercepted by the enemy will be great.

In the same way, the same person who is loyal to the king of Nunn - like Niele.

He needs another candidate.

Tyres frowned: a person he believed in, a secret agreement with him and King Nunn, but on the surface neutral, so unobtrusive and suitable candidates.

It is best to have some means and a way to go, and not to be weak after getting the news.

The pupil of Tyres gradually focused.

"In fact," Taylors took a deep breath and looked at him with respect: "I happen to have such a candidate, and his message channel is very broad - you have a way to contact him."

Gu’s eyes stayed on him.

After five seconds, the Far East slowly nodded.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few minutes, Gu replaced the cloak and stood at the door.

"I don't know how long it will take. After all, it takes time to find a way - maybe dozens of minutes, maybe longer," the Far East man said seriously: "Before, wait a bit, don't mess things in my shop."

Taylors can only nod and express his knowledge.

Gu observed for a few minutes by the wooden window, and when he confirmed the situation, his hand held the doorknob.

"Mr. Gu," the light ran into the butcher shop. At the moment he was going out, Tyres suddenly said: "Thank you."

Looking at the strange look, he looked back at him.

The Far East nodded like a smile.

But the last sentence in front of the door, let Taylors be shocked.

"Please wait patiently," I saw that I had passed back and sent a faint statement:

"His Royal Highness Prince."

As soon as the voice fell, Gu closed the door and left the butcher shop in the dark.

Only Taylors left, stunned in place.

The prince turned his head and looked at the little slick on the table.

So, he already knew my identity?

I will never ask.

Looking at the door that Gu disappeared behind, Thales sighed with pain in his forehead.

Is a child running across the street conspicuous?

Ahidah, Black Sword, Gu... Why do you feel that everyone knows him at first sight?

Tyres turned around and looked around the chopping board and the boning knife, shrugging in frustration and frustration.

He struggled to climb the chair at the table, picked up his wooden cup and took a sip of water.

His afterglow saw a little slippery side.

I saw the girl staring at the table, staring blank.

Taylors sighed silently in his heart.

"Sleep for a while," Taylors put down the water glass and said: "You should be very tired."

"what?"

The little slippery head is suddenly awakened, wakes up from the state of ecstasy, and stares at Taylors.

Thales pouted and shook his head helplessly.

"You need to rest, we may have to hurry for a while." Looking at the girl who is not a god, Teres tries to use the gentlest tone.

However, the little slicker just looked at him slyly.

"Tells," only listened to the little girl who lost her way. "I feel like I am dreaming."

The little slicker lowered his head: "A nightmare, a nightmare that can't be finished."

Taylor's breathing suddenly lags.

The voice of the little slicker was awkward: "First Miss Alex, then the monster in the city of Longyan, now is Wu Nun..."

The girl suddenly filled with crystals in the eyes behind the glasses.

"All this... when will it end?"

Tyles closed his eyes and had a dull and sad feeling in his heart.

She is just a child.

Bicia, Billy, Bissin is not a few years old.

She was forced to see it all.

"almost."

Tyres heard himself whispering: "Soon, it will all end... it will be alright..."

However, in his own heart, a gloomy voice was telling another sentence for him.

Do not.

From the moment you become Walton, all this...

It will never end.

He heard that he was guilty: "When we return to the Walton family and those who are loyal to Walton, we are safe. For whatever purpose, they will protect the blood of the dragon gun family..."

The little slicker trembled.

Her crying became more and more obvious: "Tells, I, I don't want to be, become Selma, I am not Walton... I am doing what Nun said, I can't do it..."

Tyres didn't talk, just pinching his fist and looking at the ground.

"Really," the little slipper sucked his nose and his eyes were red. "I am just a little maid from the orphans, not... not Miss Walton."

Taylors still said nothing.

"And, I am a girl."

"Here is the Northland. It has never been in history... No matter whether it is a noble or a civilian, it will not allow me to allow a girl to become a Grand Duke." The little slicker took off his glasses and shook his head in pain:

"You let me go, I can't follow what you said, with you... I will mess up, I don't know anything!"

Looking at the weeping little slick, Taylors slowly raised his head:

"can."

The weeping of the little slicker was abrupt.

"What?" She looked up and asked with a puzzled cry.

Tyres said faintly: "You can go."

The little slippery stunned.

"Nun Wang died, Nie Lai was alive and dead, as for Myrk..." Taylor looked at her calmly, jumped off the chair and stepped forward: "Now, no one will force you to become Selma. Walton."

Tyres slowly approached.

The little slicker was quite amazed to the back of the chair.

"You still have a chance to stay away from it: the city of Longyan is in chaos, and a missing maid will not attract attention." With a slick look, Tyres continued: "Not to mention so many things happening in the Palace of the Spirit." ......"

The little slicker sucked his nose.

"really?"

The girl’s voice was a bit suspicious, but the suspicion turned into panic and cowardly: “But... why are you...”

Tyres stopped and stood a few steps away from her chair.

He loosened his fist and looked straight at the girl's green eyes and raised his mouth.

"Because you are you."

"Maybe sometimes the room is small, but everyone can and should choose who they are..."

Tyles blinked and quickly opened.

"You will be the one you choose to be."

At that moment, his mind flashed Eichda to question him, and also flashed the story told by Ms. Ginny, flashing over the confession of Yodel in the shadows, and flashing over Gilbert standing on the three kings. Excited expressions in front of the portrait, and the lonely figure of Kessel in the tomb of the comet.

He thought about him, and he continued unconsciously:

“Although we are always being lived, being persecuted by others, being socially, being forced by ubiquitous power... they want you to be.”

The little slicker stared at Taylors, watching the strange boy show a bitter smile.

The wiping girl blinked and asked subconsciously: "For example...become a prince?"

Taylor's gaze condensed.

He quietly looked at the little slick and silently sighed: "Yes."

"For example, the prince."

"So if you want to escape, want to give up, want to stay away, I won't stop - even help you."

The little slicker seems to have been scared, she looked at Taylors motionless.

The second prince sighed.

In his ear, Kessel’s words were heard:

Beginning in the name of the comet, fighting for the stars, dying for the stars, and... born for the stars.

His gaze refocused and shot straight into the eyes of the little slicker.

"But before that, you think about who you really are, who do you want to be?"

The eyelids of the little slick head are slightly enlarged: "What?"

Tyres shook his head and ignored her doubts. He continued to talk to himself:

"Are you a little slicker? Is it a little maid who writes homework? Is it a book fan in the library? Is Selma Walton? Is it a hapless person who is innocent?"

The little slicker squatted in place, breathing slowly and disorderly.

"In the eyes of Alex, you are her humble maid. In the eyes of King Nunn, you are the last son of Walton. In the eyes of the Queen of the Sky, you are wearing a pair of glasses without knowing it. Funny girl," Taylors said calmly: "But in your own eyes?"

"Who are you?" He asked the question they had when they first met.

The look of the little slippery head is getting more and more confused.

"Because of temporary fear or past habits, choose to change back to a small slick, choose to become a Walton noble because of a temporary vanity, or choose to escape from all because of temporary pressure - in my opinion, these are There is no difference in essence. It is not what you really want. It is that you are forced to become a person you are completely unprepared to become."

In an instant, silence and silence enveloped this small butcher shop.

The little slicker sat in the chair and looked at the taylor standing in front of her eyes.

The eyes are full of confusion and fear.

"Then you," a few seconds later, the little slippery head was a man struggling out of the water. He raised his head and wanted to find a life-saving straw: "Who do you think I am? Shouldn’t I be a little maid? ?"

"you?"

Tyres smiled.

He shook his head: "You are a bad luck, a hapless person who has been involved in these troubles with me."

The little slippery eyes glanced and bowed his head.

Taylor looked at her eyes and exhaled a breath:

"But you are also a brave and strong girl, have experienced nightmares and **** with me, and still stick to the girl now."

Tyres reveals a bitter and gratifying smile.

"If you are a female grandfather - in my opinion, whether you are King Nunn or Grand Dumba, you are much better than them."

The little slicker raised her head again, and her eyes flashed amazement and surprise.

"In my opinion, being Walton, you are not unprepared."

Under the gaze of the little slippery, just listen to Tyres and continue:

"You have been reading in Nakaru's library for many years, and the books inside are falling back. For the historical allusions, you have to do the work for Alex, maybe even more than her, and..."

Taylors thought of something yesterday yesterday, as if it was a few years ago, the picture in memory was already yellow.

"In the face of such monsters, even in the most desperate times, in my most dangerous time, you have never left me - even if the final outcome may be painful death."

The prince looked at the eyes of the little slippery head.

The little slicker licked his mouth and wiped the tears on his face.

"Tell you a secret again," Tyres said.

The little slicker blinked.

In front of Tells, there was a strong figure and the blue eyes of the forced people.

"When I became a prince, my father asked me a similar question," said Tyres's eyes, his thoughts are no longer in this butcher shop, but drifting into the distant city of Yongxing:

"Are you ready?" - he asked."

He chuckled unconsciously.

"How do you answer?" asked the little slicker.

Tyres turned his eyes and looked back at her: "I said, ‘no’.”

"And then," the girl said: "What is your father's reaction?"

Tyres quietly looked at the eyes of the little slick, motionless.

Until the latter was a little embarrassed to overturn.

After a few seconds.

Tyres sighed:

“He said, ‘nothing’.”

"Because, ‘fate will help you prepare.’”

"He told me that."

The little slippery stunned.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief from his nose as if he had just removed the biggest shackles.

The prince showed what he thought was the most confident smile.

"So, don't worry, don't panic, you have a lot of choices," Tyres gently held the little slipper's hand and said sincerely: "When we escape from here, come to wisely choose who you are, choose what you want." Becoming a person - you have to leave or stay, I will not stop."

The little slippery stared at him.

"Before, you don't have to think about anything, you are just a loyal partner who lives with me," Taylors fixedly stared at her:

"This is enough."

The little slicker looked at him in surprise.

Like the first time I met him.

The little slicker took a sniff, and some seemed to understand the truth: "Good."

Tels raised an eyebrow: "Now, go to sleep, we need physical strength and spirit."

The little slicker nodded skillfully.

Tyres sighed.

Finally comforted her down.

Tyles turned and climbed into his chair.

Gu’s chair is a bit soft – I don’t know what wood to use.

"Tells," the little slicker whispered behind him: "Thank you."

Tellston a bit.

"No," he looked down, quite a bit lost: "I was originally involved in bringing you in."

Otherwise, she is still reading a book in the library, just worry about Alex's little maid.

Is not it.

The two children lay back in their chairs and closed their eyes with peace of mind.

"Tells," in the darkness of his eyes closed, the voice of the little slicker came again: "Are you really only seven years old?"

“Why do you know so much?”

Tyres, who is adjusting his prone position, hears a smile.

He opened his eyes and saw the small slipper with his eyes closed and his side on the chair.

This reminds Taylor of the latter's sleep on the bedside of his room.

"Who knows," he gently slid down the chair and walked to the corner. "No, I am thirty-seven years old."

As usual, Tyres lay down against the wall against the corner, his hands on his head, feeling the double protection of the ground and the wall, and he settled a lot in his heart: "It just doesn't age."

A little slippery laughter came from the side.

Taylors also laughed.

Choose your own, choose the person you want to be - he also retells himself in his heart, and remembers what he said to the magician before he left.

Correct.

I will spend this disaster.

I will Survive.

Then choose who I want to be.

No one can force it.

No one can stop it.

He closed his eyes gently.

Tiredness and hardship, unstoppable.

Yesterday I watched a movie, "Advent."

Excited to say.

Everyone knows that I am a science fiction fan. When I was in college, I read the original novel of this film, the award-winning work of the Nebula Award, and Jiang Fengnan’s "The Story of Your Life". At that time, I was studying Heidegger and read the sentence "Language is The home of existence, under the contrast of two, really don’t feel too much!

"The Story of Your Life" and "The Deceased's Spokesperson", um, great!

The design inspiration of a magician in the text comes from it.

(End of this chapter)