Kingdom’s Bloodline

Vol 2 Chapter 198: Behind the scenes (below)

Chapter 198 behind the scenes (below)

"How to close?"

In the carriage, Rumba bowed his head and fiddled with his own sword, his expression was subtle, but he did not answer.

"The King of Nuen is already awkward, but the Dragon City is still strong. There are still four great grandfathers in the Palace of the Spirit. I don't think they are all fools," said Taylor, observing the expression of Dagong, cautiously: "And The Star Prince smothered the king together - this result must not be satisfactory to everyone, especially in the case of the sudden emergence of the black sand collar army."

Tyres stared at Lombard's face and whispered, "How are you going to explain it to them? Or simply don't explain it, kill it?"

Rumba did not say a word, and his expression was like wood.

Tyres slightly pinched his fist.

The carriage is still on the move, not knowing how far it is from the Palace of the Spirit.

I don't know how far it is from the end of my life.

no solution anymore.

Get a good medicine.

"If there is no accident, once the news of Nunn's death spreads, the election will be held soon," Taylors took a deep breath and faintly said: "Do you think you still have a chance?"

Sure enough, Rumba looked at him and looked at him.

Tyres suppressed his inner tension and responded to him with the most calm expression.

"Not to mention that you were originally the enemy of Nunn, and the terrible reputation of your brother," said Tyres, and said: "The Grand Duke will not make you a king."

Rumba's eyes condense on his sword.

"King?" The voice of the Grand Duke rose, and the word was pronounced in interrogative tone. Then he whispered coldly and repeated it sarcastically:

"king!"

"You were born in the royal family of the comet, belonging to the descendants of the emperor, the natural, orthodox, and legal ruling family of the entire star kingdom." Rumba faintly said: "Of course there is no such concern, right?"

Tyres’s heart moved, and at that moment, he seemed to have caught something.

“Concern?” he asked naturally.

Rumba ignored him, and his sharp eyes remained on his old sword: "From the grandfather of Nunn, they regarded the black sand collar as a nail. At that time, Walton had begun the monopoly of the dragon city on the throne. ""

The little slicker blinked.

"When it came to Nunn's father, the Walton family began to try to control the black sand collar," Lombard continued, his eyes were a bit ecstatic:

"For example, the young son of the Black Sand Grand Duke is called into the White Blade Guard, and in the name of the King, for example, marry his daughter, the noble Princess Exter, to the father - the heir to the Grand Duke of Black Sand."

Tyres slightly frowned.

In the duel between King Nunn and Pfeiffer, he seems to have heard a similar story.

"My parents are like this," Lombard sighed and immediately evoked a rare smile on the face of the black sand. "Unexpectedly, this marriage, which is purely based on the will of the king, is not bad. The servants said that the mother managed to make her father fall in love with her and gave birth to two sons and three daughters. This love continued until the father became a grandfather."

The carriage drove into a narrow alley, seems to be cutting the road, or going around the road?

The words of Lombard continue:

"In this way, the father resisted the erosion of Longyan City by himself, even though this erosion originated from the most beloved woman on his pillow - family and power, he spent all his life on such a balance."

Tyres and the little slicker listened quietly.

Such a black sand big man is rare.

"From a very young age, Harold and I were brought by my mother between Long Yucheng and the black sand collar," said the Grandpa of Lombard, with a sigh of relief in his eyes: "Until we are adults, until Harold began to take over the governance of the black sand collar."

"Harold?" In the heart of Tyres, the name seems strange: "He is..."

Lumbarton got a bit.

"Harold Rumba, my eldest brother," Dagong's eyes flashed with gloom and sarcasm: "A ridiculous fool."

"There are no more stupid people in the world."

He is secluded.

The little slick seemed to think of something, and she looked at Lombard's face slightly white.

From the tone of Rumba, Tells felt a different mood.

"You don't have a brother, yes," Lombard's gaze remained on the sword. After a few seconds, he was lonely:

"Lucky."

Tyres raised his eyebrows: he remembered the two little sarcophagi in the tomb of the comet, his nominal sister and brother.

Lydia and Luther Comet.

Rumba gently pulled out his sword.

Dagong’s expression was complicated, and his fingers licked the sharp blade.

"Until twelve years ago," Lombard looked up slightly and looked at Tyres. The tone turned cold:

"Everything has changed."

His move made the prince feel cold.

and many more.

The brain of Tyres started to work.

Twelve years ago... is it twelve years ago?

That means……

"The Star Kingdom broke out in an unprecedented civil strife, chaos," Rumba’s voice rang in the carriage, telling the history that Taylors was familiar with: "After the fourth continental war, Exeter came here for a rare opportunity." : Let the Northland return to the unification, and completely remove the threat from the Broken Dragon Fortress."

Taylor looked at the sword in the hands of Lombard.

"Nun is ready to send troops to the south. He contacted almost every Dagong. In response, Harold was the heir to the black sand collar and was sent to participate in the meeting of the leaders of Longyan City," Lombard slowly inhaled. A cold, continue:

"The accident happened."

Taylor's heart moved.

"A follower in Harold's team suddenly violently assassinated the eldest son of Nunn," Lombard's rough voice was low and majestic, as if there was a hidden power, only to listen to him coldly: "That is self-righteous and cruel." Killing, with his father is simply a sorcerer carved out of the mold, so died in Harold's ranks."

At that moment, Tyres’s heartbeat missed a beat.

The second prince digested the story of Rumba, and his hand was firmly held by the little slicker.

He has heard this story.

Just last night.

"The news reached the black sand collar - Harold's entourage assassinated the prince," Lombard pressed his hilt and his face was cold. "Nun will not let us go. For this reason, the father even did the same. Longyan City is preparing for the war."

"Unexpectedly, Harold, who should have been responsible for this, did not receive any even condemnation, not to mention imprisonment and seizure."

"Nun softly comforted him, personally spoke for him, and even continued to let him participate in the meeting, and sent his courtesy back to the black sand collar," Lombard sneered, "even if Nunn lost the most important The eldest son, Harold also did not suffer - the father felt that something was wrong at that time."

Rumba looked at his sabre, but his eyes began to lose focus, as if he was looking at something else: "I still remember the day Harold returned, he returned Nunn's opinion at the table, and advised his father to support Long Yucheng. Even for the preparations before the war, the king’s official residence should be accepted.”

"The father and he broke out a fierce quarrel."

"I have to stop in the middle so that they don't want to draw swords," Dagong said slowly:

"On that day, my father suddenly realized that Harold Rumba, the eldest son and heir to whom he had high hopes, like his youngest brother, Kaslan, had become a dragon for the past three decades. Yucheng and the king’s most determined supporters and obedients."

Tyres frowned deeply: "Like the city?"

Peffert’s desperate face came to his attention.

Lombard turned to him with no expression.

Tyres was in a tight heart.

"It’s like a slap in the city," he faintly affirmed the words of Tyres: "The father can't stand this fact."

"Father thinks that this is going on again. When Harold inherits the black sand collar, then we become the vassal of the king. It is only a matter of time." Rumba’s face is chilly. "Even the seat of the black sand grandfather is very It will soon become a vassal of the Longyan City."

"Talk, threaten, drink, teach, and even let me persuade. My father tried to change Harold's thoughts by all means."

"But they are all in vain."

The little slick head paled back to the back of Tyres.

I saw the terrible black sand big man bowed his head, his face was quite bleak: "Finally, the father made up his mind to take back Harold's inheritance."

"Things were messed up at that time," Rumba shook his head slowly. "My father raised this idea a little in front of the vassals. He immediately received fierce opposition and exhortation."

"Not only that, from the day the father insisted on depriving Harold of his inheritance, the harvest was reduced, financial difficulties, and business roads were blocked: the troubles in the black sand collar were also more and more strange, and things that happened in the city of Shuzhao. It is now in the black sand collar."

Rumba sneered with a deep irony in his tone:

"When the whole black sand collar is boiling, the father is awakened. In the past 30 years, Longyan City has penetrated not only the blood of the Lombard family, but Nunn did more than just draw Harold. ""

"Harold refused to give in, his father refused to compromise, and the situation in the territory was getting worse and worse: the forces supporting Harold were beyond the scope of his father, both inside and outside. He became more and more desperate and more and more Hey, "Lungba's tone is getting lower and lower, and the emotions in the words are getting paler and paleter: "The black sand collar is not the opponent of Longyan City."

"Finally, on the day when the king's messenger came again."

"My father, who called me, called me to his room."

Taylors only felt that it was cold.

He couldn't help but think of Chaman Lombard's famous, or fierce, and even notorious deeds.

Rumba looked up and looked out at the Longyancheng street outside the window: "I still remember my father's eyes, which are full of gloom and darkness."

Tyres couldn't help but grab the little slick behind him.

"He talked to me for a long time, for a long time," said Dasha Dagong's eyes more and more cold, and his tone became calmer and calmer. "I cried with his thighs and begged him with all the words he could think of."

"I even opened the sleeves and showed him the wounds I left when I was hunting at the age of fourteen - Harold dragged me out of the mouth of a snow leopard."

The words of Dagong are getting more and more dull.

But Tyre's heart is getting tighter and tighter.

Just listen to the Rumba Grand Duke and say nothing: "Children, we are Lombard, the blood of the king of the uprising," said the father: 'Our national language is 'never_yield', no matter the outside, or Internal.'"

“‘Whether for the emperor or for the king.’”

Dagong breathed a sigh of relief, the darkness in his eyes was so deep, his tone was tenacious and his words were cut: "We will never give in."

Tyres listened to the words of Rumba.

The little slicker has widened his eyes.

Rumba snorted and he lowered his head and looked at the weapon in his hand: "Finally, he gave me this sword."

The old weapon that the scabbard was bald and the hilt was worn.

As if that is his most important treasure.

"A week later, I made a duel challenge to Harold in public."

"The father approved it."

Thales held his breath and didn't even dare to take a breath.

"My mother was in front of the study room and cried for a whole night. My father was sitting in the study room and the lights were on for a whole night." Rumba slowly turned his sword and stroked the iron fist on the hilt: "until the mother fainted. The servant sent away."

The carriage was silent for a while.

For a time, only the remaining wheels were rubbing the ground.

"That's..." Taylors opened his mouth in a difficult voice, but was interrupted by Lombard.

"The day of the duel..."

"Harold, he has at least three chances to make my life, the result of his brother's life." Dagong calmly said, but the voice is somewhat hollow and trembling:

"At least three times."

The hand that Lombard touched the hilt was no longer moving.

His voice became illusory, as if he was speaking far and far.

"In the end, when I pierced his heart, I saw his face," Dagong said faintly: "He is laughing."

Rumba took a deep breath and his expression was indistinguishable: "It’s like the day I pulled it out of the snow leopard, the same smile."

Tyres sighed.

This is simply...

"Hellola took my collar and said the last sentence in my ear," Lombard whispered as if telling the story of a family's tea after dinner: "Remember, Chaman."

“‘We will never give in.’”

Rumba smirked without emotion.

Taylor looked up and stared at his sword.

It belongs to the grandfather of the black sand, the sword of the brother.

"The next day," the ear, Rumba's voice came over:

"The mother jumped from the highest lookout in the castle."

Both Tyres and the little slicker were motionless.

The silent sorrow is permeated in the carriage.

The story of the Lombard family made his heart feel mixed.

Rumba took a deep breath: "On the third day, Nunn ordered me to go to Yongxing City with the authority of the king to declare war on the whole star."

The carriage passed through a depression and the carriage trembled slightly.

"A few months later, Lehman slammed, when the wrath of the kingdom with the last Yu Yong broke out to his father, the father did not evade, did not raise the sword, let Mu twisted his neck," Lombard low I laughed: "I suddenly realized that my father was probably looking for death."

"Maybe under the prison, he can reunite with his mother and Harold."

Rumba no longer speaks.

Tyres slowly exhaled.

The little slicker slammed his mouth and feared.

The silence in the carriage was terrible and almost suffocating.

until……

"and so."

"All you have done is to want revenge?" Tyres browed and asked with difficulty: "Would you like Nuon to pay the price, or do you want to destroy Longcheng?"

Rumba sneered at him with a sneer, and he slowly leaned back and put his face back in the light: "Hate? What kind of ridiculous thing?"

"Don't compare me to the coward of Pefitel."

Tyres frowned.

"Then why did you tell me this story?" The prince asked in amazement: "Don't tell me, you just want to find someone who is dying to talk."

The eyes of Dasha Dagong slowly changed.

Lombard looked at him with a high head and slowly shook his head. His tone was low and cold, and the words were cold and forced: "You are really special, children, but your vision is still at the level of the general."

"As for what I really want, than self-protection, than revenge, than the death of a king, than the destruction of a territory," Lombard slowly breathed, and the tone was firm: "More a little bit more."

Tyres stared at Lombard's face seriously, and quickly tried to figure out his thoughts.

"Of course," Rumba snorted: "You are born in the royal family, and you will not understand this sorrow in the age after the sage."

The words of Dagong ended here, and Lombard closed his own sword and stopped talking.

Taylors glimpsed.

Yin Jun.

He was not the first time to hear this name from the mouth of the North.

The last time I heard him, it was from the mouth of King Nunn, who did not react.

But this time, Taylors remembered.

He subconsciously touched his chest.

Xianjun, Judith and Comet III.

One of the three kings of the stars.

The king does not respect the blood, but the blood is honored by the king.

why? Why did the King of Nunn and the Grand Duke of Lombard mention the star of the Star King who was more than a hundred years ago?

What did he do?

And what exactly does Lombard want?

Taylors lowered his head deeply.

"I don't understand," Tyres gasped sharply, trying to sort out everything that was confusing: "I thought everything last night, but you just want to protect yourself, it's a last resort to fight back, it's a quick fight." ......"

"If the black sand collar does not do this, then the dragon city will..."

Rumba turned his eyes and looked at him intriguingly.

Tyres clenched his lower lip.

"Looking at other forces like Sly's, mobilizing so many troops into the city, dropping them under the eyes of the 'dark room', and buying assassins to assassinate the king," the second prince looked up and hurriedly said: "You This plan is not at all strict."

"If it didn't happen that it happened to be a coincidence of the invasion of the disaster, the king was far from the protection of the Whiteblade, and you could not even succeed at all..."

At this moment, Rumba snorted and interrupted the words of Tyres.

"coincidence?"

The eyes of Dasha Dagong have become sharp again.

"It is true that in normal times, I have a misguided plan, but there is no chance at all," Lombard said calmly:

"The king of the White-Guard Guards, who is heavily guarded by the White-Guard Guards, sits in the invincible Longyan City in the highest Yingling Palace in the city. He holds the most powerful and powerful soldiers, enjoys the most abundant and excellent supply of weapons, and holds the dark room. Eyes and ears."

"Even if I am a soldier of the extreme situation, it is impossible to kill him in this situation."

Taylors glimpsed.

and so……

"You are right, if there are no accidents caused by the disaster, bring the chaos of Longyan City, bring the oversight of the city gate and the gate, bring the king's call for ban, bring the mistakes of the White Blade Guard, bring the Palace of the Spirit The emptiness brought the martial law of the shield," Lombard gently said:

"That light is impossible to accomplish with the cooperation of Sly, Urad or other allies."

Taylor's gaze condensed.

He heard another suggestion from Lombard.

Tyres’s face slowly changed.

"You, what do you mean?" The second prince asked in his most cautious, minimal, and lightest tone, slowly and hard.

Do not.

impossible.

Rumba sneered faintly.

"They didn't tell you anything, are they?"

The tone of the Dasha Dagong is like laughing at an ignorant child: "Whether it is the advent of disaster or the assassination."

"A disaster? Assassination?"

The little slick instinctively felt the atmosphere in front of me was wrong.

"they?"

Sure enough, the next moment, with incredible conjecture, Thales leaned forward and immediately raised the volume, almost asking with a snoring:

"'Who are they?"

"What does this have to do with disasters?"

“Who else is working with you, and the black sand collar?”

Rumba shook his head slowly, his eyes scorned and sneered.

"Guess," the voice of the Black Sand Dagong is very smooth, as if this is a relaxed chat:

"Which kind of ally and forces can cover up everything, open the joints, make plans, and even create a disaster that is almost impossible for me to do, and support me to accomplish such a feat?"

"What kind of existence is it that can make such a storm in Longyan City?"

Tyres was stunned.

He didn't dare to think about the answer in his heart.

No way.

Will not.

At this moment, the carriage stopped.

Tyres came back and looked out of the car.

"This is not the Palace of the Spirit," the second prince snorted: "What are you doing?"

Rumba exhaled a breath: "One of my collaborators wants you to live."

Tyres widened his eyes.

"We might as well take a look," Black Sands opened the door, cold and cold: "What price can you sell?"

————

Star Kingdom, Yongxing City, unknown underground.

The torch has gradually disappeared.

The first sun shines freely through a small window that is smaller than the palm, and casts a "#" shape shadow on the ground.

At this time, the voice of the rough hoard came from the closed cell:

"Sunrise."

Outside the cell, the strong figure sitting on the chair slowed down, and then slowly looked up.

"Yeah," the strong figure wearing the crown faintly said: "Sunrise."

"I guess you are not the kind of person who can sit with the traitor across the door and sit opposite for half a night." The Duke of the North in the cell, sneaked through the gate on the door, asked: "Occurred what?"

The figure on the chair made a heavy and majestic voice: "Do you see it?"

"Whenever you have something to worry about, you will sit alone in a daze," Val Allen snorted: "I still remember that you were sent to Xicheng Police Station for an internship because of the noise of Hongfang Street. ”

"The first day you go to work, the result is that after the nose and face are swollen, it looks like this."

The strong figure trembled a little, and at that moment, his voice was mixed with a touch of agility and smile: "You know, Ginny is very strong."

The answer to him is the coldness of the Duke of the North.

silence.

After a while, the strong figure rubbed a comet badge on his hand and asked faintly:

"Wah, would you miss them?"

The prisoner behind the small gate seems to have a slight glimpse.

"Who?" asked the Duke to ask.

The strong figure reveals a pair of tired blue scorpions filled with unknown feelings.

"Family," he said calmly, his voice still low: "Those who are accustomed to it in the prime day, but who will only remember after losing."

The people in the cell did not speak.

So the strong figure continues:

"For example, the Duke of Old Arend, and your brothers, Rohan, Chur, Noranur, and your sister, your wife, your eldest son and second son..."

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang in the cell.

"Enough," the Duke gasped, with a long-suppressed anger, yelling: "What do you mean by saying this now?"

A few seconds of silence.

"No, it makes sense."

The strong figure slowly rose.

"Almost." He faintly.

The prisoner behind the cell did not answer.

"I am here to tell you," the guest outside the cell slowly said: "Twelve years ago, the culprits of the blood flow into the river..."

"The King of Exeter, who gathered in the army and attacked south."

The Duke of the North, behind the prison gate, made a slight meal.

His face was re-exposed on the gate.

His breathing is getting heavier and heavier.

There, he looked out of the cell and looked at the supreme king of the Star Kingdom, Kessel V, with a tall, strong figure, in the most indifferent and terrible tone, Shen Sheng:

"The guy who slaughtered the city three days after breaking the Broken Dragon Fortress, and the soldier turned into the north after the spring."

"That hangs your father on the gate, cuts your brother into meat, and your sister and wife are missing, your two sons are dead, your little daughter is full of sinners."

"That is in the north, burning and robbing on your family's land, ** plundering, tyrannical tyrant."

"That makes the disaster of the Star Kingdom, a deeper hateful enemy..."

The hands of the Duke of the Northland jerked the iron fence next to the gate.

"Boom!"

His knuckles were pale and his fingertips trembled.

"Nun Walton VII."

Just listen to Kessel's fifth unquestionably cold voice:

"The so-called king of nature has paid a price for his atrocities."

"Just tonight."

Silent silence.

It seems that after a century, the Duke’s heavy breathing has eased.

"What are you talking about?" The voice of the Duke shivered.

"What have you done?" Val looked up and used his most incredible gaze to cast his former close friend, the current king:

"Kai!"

"What did you do?"

"What did you do?"

Kessel did not answer, just looked at the Duke coldly, slowly speaking:

"Last night, the dragon's blood flowed above the northern land."

"The excitement of Exeter began, and the kingdom of the dragon will die." The king's voice has a terrible chill: "With the **** light, the long-lost stars will rise again."

"Glorious."

"More than ever."

When Kessel’s voice just fell, he turned without hesitation and left the compartment.

Behind him came the hysterical quest of the duchess of the North.

"Kai!"

Val Allend swayed the fence madly, his voice echoing in the cell: "You **** bastard... tell me, tell me!"

"What the **** did you do!"

"Katherel Comet!"

But the king of stars just walked alone in the narrow corridor, ignoring the words of the prisoners.

He just walked all the way.

In the dim light, and the decaying air, go further and further.

The supreme king opened the iron door with a blank expression and walked out of the hallway.

There, an old figure wearing a black cloak and holding a cane, bowed slightly toward the king.

“Is everything going well?” the king asked coldly.

"Of course," the intelligence chief of the kingdom, the master of the secret department, and the ‘Black Prophet’ Morat smiled slightly. He lifted himself up and his voice was relaxed and peaceful: “My Majesty.”

"There is only a small accident."

At the end of the month, the monthly ticket will be wasted if it is not thrown. Come and hurry to vote.

By a serious face without a sword

(End of this chapter)

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