Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 205 Ming Long

Under the dim light, the soldiers put the tycoons and small slickers who were tied back with their hands and violently into the cell next to Cohen.

Listening to the sound of the iron thick door being locked, Taylors whispered a few words of the six gods, and then turned his head and looked around the fence.

How do you feel that I have a special relationship with this place?

There were only three prisoners who were **** - Wyah, and a man and a woman hidden in the dark, all incredibly glaring at Tells.

However, there are six people in the guards. They stare at the prisoners in the cell. They are fierce and alert.

Tyres slightly pinched the hand behind him, his heart stunned: his dagger was taken away.

He gave the only dry corner of the prison to the little slippery head, and he leaned against the wall and sat down on the wet and dirty ground.

"How are you here, Wyah?" said the young man, who looked carefully at the cell opposite him, and asked in a dignified voice: "Putty, Rolf, and others in the mission." ?"

Are they all...

Wye’s face was a glimpse.

"I am dumb, Edda, and some soldiers are sent out to search for you, Your Highness," the prince's servant's face was bruised and bruised, and the clothes were damaged. "As for Mr. Puttier, We should still wait for our news in the Palace of the Spirit."

Tyres frowned and began to think.

"Not allowed to talk," a tall guard who looked like a prince, walked to their cell in accordance with the sword, and his tone was not good: "Would you like me to teach you how to shut up?"

Wye looked at him with resentment and bit his teeth.

Taylors ignored him and saw that the second prince looked up and continued: "How did you get caught..."

Wye is about to answer, but he was interrupted.

"Hey!"

In the harsh metal friction, the guard had pulled out a blade.

I saw him holding the hilt of his waist and interrupted Tyres coldly: "Little devil, I warned you..."

"Not allowed to talk!"

The little slicker was scared and turned white. She moved behind the taylor and pushed the prince's back with her shoulder, indicating that he would stop talking.

Tyres sighed.

He slowly stood up from the wall and looked straight at the guard.

"Ekster?"

The tall guard has a slight glimpse:

"what?"

Taylor looked calmly at the guard of the leader, and seemed to see through each other's thoughts from his eyes.

"I am asking you," only listened to the second prince faintly said: "Are you an Exeter, soldier?"

The guards in patrol costumes frowned.

"You are sent to watch me," Tyres slowly shook his head. He looked around the soldiers around him: "So, you are an insider?"

"Including not leaving the road, regardless of sacrifice, at all costs from the black sand collar all the way to this, followed by Lombard to kill your king?"

The other five guards heard this sentence and couldn't help but turn their heads and look at each other.

The guard, who is also like the leader, suddenly became a bit ugly.

"Scrapping the king?"

The prisoner in the cell next door, a blond young man opened his mouth in surprise: "So Crowey is telling the truth,..."

"Shut up, Cohen." A young girl in the opposite cell interrupted him coldly.

Tyres heard some familiar female voices, and moved to see the young girl.

She is……

The atmosphere in the cell is dignified.

"You," the guard leader was sullen, his eyes filled with complex emotions, his brows shook: "You don't know anything, little devil."

"But you know it yourself," said Tyles, staring straight at his eyes, without retreating: "When you pick up your weapon and walk into the city of Longyan, when you see the body of the king, you are so safe. , no obstacles?"

The two guards looked uneasy, and they turned back and stopped looking at it.

"Enough, self-righteous prince," the guard leader noticed the action of his subordinates. His face changed and his expression struggled: "If you think so, we will..."

"I am not asking you anything," Tyres shook his head slightly and sighed: "Maybe you are forced to act on your orders... But you are Northlanders after all."

"And what I know about Northland shouldn't be like this."

The guard's expression remained the same, and the complex emotions passed through the eyes.

Tyres raised his head again, and his eyes looked at the guard leader clearly: "I only ask for one thing."

The guard leader squinted and stared at Tyres, frowning slightly.

"You know that I was arrested for what crime."

"So, before I was executed as a murderer," Taylor sighed and looked bleak:

"Let me talk to them for a while."

The gaze's leader's gaze solidified in the air, and his hand was pressed and pressed on the sword that was sheathed.

After a few seconds, he looked like he was coming back and turned to look at his colleagues and his subordinates.

But other people have gone too far and have different expressions.

"Hey!"

Finally, the leader of the guard snorted and put away the blade.

"You say so much, it's just futile." He was cold and cold, then he closed his eyes and turned around. Like his colleagues, he ignored Rails.

Taylors sighed deeply.

"Thank you," the second prince was tired and sincerely said: "Northern people."

The soreness of the whole body came, he wanted to sit down slowly along the wall.

But the prince's afterglow saw a little slick that was not thought of by the side, and the poor girl shrank back into the corner and looked at the empty ground with a look of disappointment.

Taylor’s heart glimpsed.

Thinking of the predicament, Tyres changed his head, forced his spirits, and moved to the fence.

It is not over yet.

Can't rest.

“Where is it?” Taylors leaned against the wooden fence and observed everything around him.

Compared with the dungeons of the Manor Manor, this cell seems to be relatively simple. There are only two lights that burn and a small amount of Eternal Oil.

strange.

"I don't know, Your Highness," Wyatt's face appeared behind the opposite cell, full of anxiety and anger: "We, we met an ambush, and then were blindfolded..."

Taylors frowned slightly: "‘we’? You mean..."

Still not waiting for Taylors to continue, in the cell next door, a handsome young man who was firmly tied by the chain had already struggled to move his head.

"His Royal Highness!"

The poor prisoner seemed to endure the pain, and he gasped: "His Royal Highness, I am Cohen, Cohen Karabyan."

"You may not know me, but I am the king of the capital - I mean the Yongxing City - the police officer and the patrol captain..."

Tyres looked at his face and there was a scene from the past.

Karabyan.

It's him.

But how can he...

"I recognize you, the twin towers of the sword family," said Tyres thoughtfully as he looked at Cohen, his eyes flicking through his blond hair: "I still remember, you are in the hall of the stars, almost with your father. Hit it up."

Cohen's face was stiff, and even the pain in his right arm was forgotten.

Is that his first impression of the heir to the kingdom?

"I am honored to see you again, and your attendant officer, the respected second prince, His Royal Highness," Cohen looked at a depressed face, glanced at the cold-hearted Wyah, and looked at him with no glamour. The little girl behind Tyres: "And this young lady must be..."

"Amount," Cohen frowned, looked at the age of Taylors, and looked at the girl's age, wondering: "His Royal Highness?"

The female swordsman opposite Cohen picked up an eyebrow and smiled.

Tyres’s expression was twitching.

The little slicker was crying and sullen, nervously toward Taylors.

Looking at the laughter of his companions, Cohen reacted slyly: "Yes, you haven't reached that age..."

"Cough," Tyres frowned. "Thank you for your concern, Lord Karabyan."

Cohen, who was full of dirt, struggled to raise his head and showed a friendly smile to the prince.

"As for you, Miss Arend, in the Broken Dragon Fortress," Tyres turned his head and looked at the light-haired brunette woman diagonally across the street. She could not help but sigh: "I guess, you should not come for sightseeing." ?"

Miranda Arend, who described the wolverine, put away a smile, still a look of no regrets.

I saw her turning her head and indifferently in the sound of the chain: "As with you, His Royal Highness Prince."

Tyres looked at Miranda and looked at Cohen.

they……

The heir to the Arend family in the North...

"You two," he took a deep breath and began to turn his brain again: "Is it clear what kind of trouble you are involved in?"

“Slightly heard,” Miranda’s cold voice came: “The king of Exeter was assassinated?”

"It's not just a thorn," Teres nodded, sighing and ugly: "The king has passed away."

Several guards in the cell unconsciously glanced at them and were stunned by the leader with fierce eyes.

Miranda frowned, and Wyna widened her eyes.

Cohen closed his eyes and put his head back to the ground. He repented: "I know..."

The small slick in the corner of the cell reminded me of the death of King Nunn, shaking slightly.

"So," the voice of the female swordsman continued to pass through the fence: "What happened?"

Taylor looked at the little slick, sighed slightly, then turned to the three eyes staring at him.

"I only know a part of the truth," Tyres frowned. "And now..."

He looked up and looked at the three people, his face dignified: "I need you to tell me what you have encountered, whether it is an antecedent or a consequence."

"Just start from why you will appear in the North."

Ten minutes later.

"Casslan Lombard?"

Tyres couldn't hide the horror on his face, and he couldn't suppress the volume of the exclamation. Even the six guards looked at him.

The prince’s hesitant gaze patrolled between a dark-faced Cohen and a dignified Miranda.

The old man in the pub.

It seems so reassuring.

and also……

His character, the kind of grief and open-mindedness in him, is not quite like the performance of a hypocritical villain.

Wyah blinked her eyes: "The old man in that pub? He is not the former commander of the White Blade Guard, and he has a great reputation."

"It's very unexpected, right?" Miranda's voice was still steady, but there was a repressed mood out of thin air: "There was a bad relationship between him and Chaman Rumba. I thought he was always loyal to the Walton family... ..."

"The old man with a human face," Cohen struggled to get up in anger, and it was a slap in the face: "Even my right arm is not well received, I know he is uneasy..."

"You are most intimate with him. When you meet, you still have a back-to-back." Miranda’s indifferent discourse immediately smashed Cohen’s lie and made the latter look pale.

Thales looked at the ground, and some things in memory began to clear.

“No,” Tyres slowly breathed, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: “Casslan, this explains a lot of mysteries.”

"Niely told me that he learned from an old friend of the White Blade Guard that it was a sword of disaster to assassinate me under the fortress," Taylors' eyes condensed, and he appeared before he entered Longjing City. A section of the road, "However, Grandpa Pefitt told me before the neck of Nun was broken, and the slaying of me was the shadow shield."

The ‘old friend’ that Nielelai said is probably Kaslan.

Cohen and Miranda both were shocked.

"The Shadow Shield?" Cohen frowned. "So they are back?"

Tyres shook his head and did not answer the question of the police officer.

He must grasp the point.

Wyatt glanced at Cohen uncomfortably.

"The Sword of Disaster - No matter what - is the lies and scorpions made by Kaslan and Chaman Rumba, just to bring you in the name of the Tower of the End," found no one in Cohen. In the mouth, Tyres muttered: "Exactly, it is to bring you, Miss Arend, the heir to the Duke of the North."

Miranda sighed.

"Yes, Croweich only sent back the news. She has no right to decide the dispatcher of the final tower." Cohen stunned and immediately responded: "But Kaslan can - he is a close friend of Master Shao. It is entirely possible to suggest or even specify the person he wants."

"The secret of the nobles in the northern part of the stars enters the city of Longyan. If it is normal, then it is all right," Wyatt took the subject and said: "But at the mouth of the king's assassination, I caught a suspicious star, caught the secret. The inferior of the Duke of the Northland who sneaked into Longyan City, the nature of the matter..."

“The perfect scapegoat,” Miranda slowly blinked, whispering: “It’s much more convincing than a young prince who wants to sneak a king.”

But Taylors did not speak.

His brain is turning faster and faster.

Finally, in the dark and depressed cell, the second prince whispered.

"Not just that," Taylors took a deep breath, and the picture in his eyes became clearer and clearer: "Wye is right, you are still the heir to the North."

"Northbound," the second prince narrowed his eyes and remembered Val Allen's hysteria in the Renaissance Palace: "South of the Broken Dragon Fortress, the star of the dream of Lombard."

"When Lombard colluded with the Duke of Val, he was determined to be in the northern part of the stars."

Several people are silent.

Cohen squinted and seemed to be clearing the clues. Miranda looked at his chain and Wyah bit his lip.

"I am a scapegoat for the death of the king, but you, Miss Arend," Taylors sighed slowly: "After Val Allen is in prison, the most orthodox heir to the North, you are not just a scapegoat - It may not even be a scapegoat."

"Not a scapegoat?" Cohen was shocked and struggling to get up in pain: "What does this mean?"

Miranda opened her eyes and she already understood.

Taylors looked up and his mind became clearer.

"Think about it, the esteemed Duke of Val Allen, was imprisoned by the starring King Kaiser," the prince whispered:

"And the daughter and heir of the Duke of Aaron, went to Exeter for help, trying to achieve justice and regaining everything belonging to Arend."

Everyone in the cell held their breath.

Including the guards of the black sand collar.

"It's a good story, isn't it." Taylors smiled and shook his head: "Exactly, the Prince of Stars assassinated King Nunn at this time."

"No," Cohen was surprised and stunned. "They..."

"Chaman Rumba," Tyres slowly sighed, his face was helpless: "It seems that the cooperation agreement between him and Val Allen is still valid."

Miranda lowered his head and looked ugly.

"And you, Miss Arend," Taylors sighed and looked at Miranda with a cold expression and cold expression: "In the hands of Lombard, you will be in an upcoming negotiation or war. Influencing the attribution of the North..."

"The biggest chip."

(End of this chapter)