Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 222 Shelter

When a group of people is full of doubts and uneasiness, and when they come out of the secret path, Taylors has a vague illusion of seeing the sky.

But as long as he remembers what happened in Longyan City, his mood is like a shadow cast, and the deeper and deeper the assassination, conspiracy, and betrayal, the lingering.

He was sent to dispel the possible war between the two countries.

but……

In front of Thales, Nunn’s head rolled down on the ground and Rumba’s rough and indifferent face appeared.

He couldn't help but tighten his breath.

The second prince looked up and looked at the gray sky in the north, but only felt more confused.

"What's next?"

Miranda still looked around with vigilance - a corner of a remote and narrow city, the mottled stone wall was full of traces of years and winds, turned and said to the comet: "Your plan? Go and still be loyal to Walton The vassal?"

But Niely was only looking at her own weapon seriously, and turned a deaf ear to her words, and seemed to be immersed in the negotiations with the Red Witch.

It was Raphael who answered her.

"The city of Longyan is still very dangerous, even Walton's vassal..." The young man of the secret department frowned. "We can't make it look like this."

"His security is the first consideration, and it is related to the stability of the stars." Wyatt inserted the words, and he sighed: "Now, the northern people of the entire Longyan city are looking for him, and in a few days, Maybe the whole Exeter will join in, we are such a large group of people..."

His shoulder was photographed by Rolf, who with a serious look shook his head at Wyah.

Wye didn't say anything, but he still looked at the white-bladed guards, and his face was full of worries.

Tyres felt that many eyes smacked to himself intentionally or unintentionally.

He heard the meaning of Wyatt: This group of white-bladed guards is a Northlander.

Maybe they have a common enemy with themselves, maybe their target interests are temporarily converging, but...

They are not their own people after all.

Get out of trouble, find opportunities to part ways with them - this is the safest approach.

The common crisis allowed the Stars and the Northerners to cooperate temporarily, but after the escape, it seems that the hostile tensions are back – from their clearly defined formations.

And the reasons for the White Blade Guard here...Thales turned his head and met the little slicker in the air.

It was a pair of confused and nervous, and confused about the road ahead.

Taylors stunned.

Nie Lai, who did not say a word, seemed to have finally come back. He looked up and squinted and looked forward.

"These things are waiting for you to settle down and think about it," the comet said with a long breath: "The people who responded to us will soon arrive - go to the shelter first."

Tyres frowned: "The shelter?"

“From the time we arrived, the city had a lot of opinions on the prince,” Cohen also expressed a puzzled look: “Don’t mention that such a big thing happened, who can shelter us in our Longyan city?”

Raphael shook his head and his face was deep: "For some existence, something big..."

"It is just a mortal dispute."

A glimpse of Tellston.

The next moment, there was a tough figure at the corner of the front.

The group immediately entered the alert.

But Nie Lai waved and let them remove the warning.

"Own people." The comet was brief and authentic, and then looked at the complex look.

It was a stout man.

Tyres couldn't help but narrow his eyes and wanted to see the people coming.

That person seems to be somewhat familiar...

That is……

In the heart of Tyres, amazement and surprise came to his heart.

"Melke?"

The prince looked at the coming man and couldn't help but call his name under a huge suspicion, "Lord Myrk?"

The expression of the coming person is slightly stiff.

I saw the former king of Longyan City engaged in the official, and the sinner, who was exiled by King Nunn in the Hall of Heroes, Lord Byrne Myrk, stepped on the warrior-like steps and came to them.

He looked intricately at the star prince who witnessed the tragedy in the heroic hall.

"I have been deprived of the position and title, you may wish to change the title a little."

Myrk exhaled and his words were low: "Good day, Prince of Teres."

Many pictures flooded into the minds of Taylors.

Alex twitched the figure and the hand that was unable to hang down.

Melk screamed in tears.

King Nunn is full of hate and pain.

Myrke, holding her unbreathed daughter, walked out of the hall in disbelief.

"You..." Tyres was in his heart, and he opened his mouth, but the words came to his lips, but they broke.

He saw the eyes of Myrk.

The former official's expression was calm, but his eyes were dark and inanimate.

It seems that nothing in the world can arouse his interest.

Taylors suddenly remembered another pair of nephews, belonging to the black sword's nephew - this is very strange, but Taylors has this feeling.

The former king’s official eyes cast a small slick on the back of Tyres, and his eyes were complicated.

The little slicker didn't seem to think that she would be an official before, and she remembered something and subconsciously bowed her head.

Melk closed his mouth and looked stunned.

"Nothing unexpected?" Nie Lai went forward, shook hands with Myrk and released.

Melk shook his head, but he didn't say a word.

"Please come with me," Melk looked at the group with a flat look and turned back: "Try to be quiet and respectful."

Cohen looked at the surrounding environment and raised doubts in his heart—the wall and floor tiles that were ruined and empty, the unwashed snow and dead branches, like the uncourted backyard of a noble family.

"Respect?"

The police officer exhaled a breath and looked up to the front of a stone house with only one small door: "When it comes back, what is it here?"

What Miranda seemed to see, she raised her index finger to her lips and made a squeaky gesture: "It’s just what you do."

Cohen picked up his eyebrows and walked toward the crowd.

Tyres turned his head and looked at Nilailai with a look: "Why..."

The comet directly blocked his words in his throat.

"I know what you are thinking."

Nie Lai hangs down, he looks at the back of Melk, his look is subtle: "Yes, Nun has exiled him, still..."

The comet immediately raised his head and his eyes slowly firmed.

"But Byn Myrke, he is... at least once a White Blade Guard."

Tyres frowned:

"He is still loyal to Walton?"

Nie Lei shook his head.

"He is loyal to his creed," the comet sighed, not knowing what he remembered: "No matter what happened, this has never changed."

"This is also us, the reason why the White Blade Guard is here."

Taylors glimpsed.

He remembered that under the bow of the black sand collar, the four white-edged guards held each other's arms and surrounded him and the little slicker in the middle.

He sighed softly.

"Thank you, Lord Niely," Tyres's tone was not easy to detect: "Thank you for your White Blade Guard."

Nie Lei slightly raised his eyebrows.

"If you really want to thank me, weird boy."

"When you sit on the throne one day," the eyes of the comet and the tales meet in the air: "Return this person again."

Taylors did not speak.

He just smiled and followed the crowd into the small door of the stone house.

"Wake up," Tyres heard that Wye, behind him, whispered to Rolf. "He knows where this is. God knows what is waiting for us."

Rolf made a groan from the throat.

It seems to be a bit disdainful.

The stone house is very wide and seems to be a large back hall, but the lights in the hall are dimly lit – the lighting is not a large ceiling light, but a portable light that is layered on the wall.

Tyler couldn't adapt to the sudden darkness, and he tried his best to see the surroundings.

There is a strong smell of lamp oil in the air - a move in the heart of Tyres: this concentration of eternal oily taste, it seems that the owner of this stone house is not rich and expensive.

Raphael seemed to be familiar with it, only to see him walk into the darkness ahead, and when he came out again, he had more bandages and drugs on his hands.

He casually threw one of the bandages to Cohen, who was full of doubts, and carefully handed a pill bottle to Miranda, who looked so sad.

"Handle the injury and get back as soon as possible," Raphael pointed to the wound that Cohen tightened with the power of the end. His face was serious: "Our battle is not over yet."

“This is the 'shelter'? What is it?”

Wyna narrowed her eyes and looked at the surrounding stone walls and floor tiles. The hand was still firmly attached to the hilt: "Wait, this style of architecture, I seem to have seen..."

At this time, in front of the dim, two figures appeared on the front.

"His Royal Highness!" A young figure stepped forward and smiled, his voice was unstoppable: "Thank you, God, come back safely!"

Taylors said: "You are... Willow?"

It was the recruit they had on the Broken Dragon Fortress.

Almost as the one hanged by the deserters.

"His Highness, you..." Another slightly mature figure was relieved, "I know..."

Veteran Gernard looked at Taylors intricately: "I know..."

Tyres looked at the two people familiar in the Star Mission, and his heart seemed to put down a shackle.

"You..." Tells looked at everyone, and his heart moved: "What about other people?"

As soon as the voice fell, another familiar voice came from the darkness ahead.

“It seems that everything is going well?”

In the heart of Tyres, he blurted out:

"Putley!"

Under the eyes of the people, the well-informed deputy of the Star Mission, Lord Nieman Puttier came to them. The thin man still held his pipe, it seemed calm, but his pipe was clear. It was stuffed with tobacco but not lit.

"His Royal Highness," Putilie showed a light smile, but there was a hint of gratitude in his tone: "It's nice to see you returning safely."

Tyres quietly looked at his assistant, and a few seconds later, he smiled and exhaled.

"I am also very happy to see you safe and sound," the prince put down his whole body and smiled and said: "The deputy is your lord."

Putila nodded and turned to look at the young people in the secret department.

"Is there any accident in the gate?" The deputy faint.

"There are some accidents," Rafael's face frothed: "But... it's done."

Tyres’s heart: Putility and the people of the Secret...

It seems very familiar?

"That's good," Putile looked at Nimule and Melk again and slowly nodded. "It's hard for you."

Nie Lai snorted and turned away, while Melk nodded with no emotion.

Tyres frowned: he is also familiar with the White Blade Guards?

"Try to take a break." Putile did not care about the indifference of the White Blades. He barely showed a deep smile to the prince:

"We still have a long journey to go."

Taylor looked at him deeply and raised his brow.

At that moment, he had a lot of words and many questions he wanted to say.

Disaster, dragon, black sword, the death of Nunn, the conspiracy of Lombard, the shield of shadow, the calculation of the darkroom, the shackles of the secret, the secret of the White Blade Guard...

But all these words came to my lips, but they gave birth to a meal, and eventually turned into an empty sigh.

Tyres looks awkward.

With tension and embarrassment, exhaustion and drowsiness came again.

"It's not over yet, right?" The prince turned his head in confusion and looked at the little slick that was surrounded by the White Blade Guard. He lost his way: "This nightmare."

Puttier looked at him quietly and said nothing.

Only sigh silently in my heart.

"It will end," the deputy made you faint: "The nightmare is also a dream."

At this time, a young girl in a silver-white robe walked slowly.

Her expression was solemn and solemn, and she was slightly stunned at the stars.

Tyres gave a slight glimpse, and he saw the pattern on the girl's robes: a new moon.

"The big sacrifice must see him." The girl whispered, her voice was empty, and she seemed to have no feelings.

Raphael raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

The girl did not speak, but quietly turned her eyes to the crowd.

After a full three seconds, Taylors reacted: she looked at herself.

"why?"

Putila frowned: "His Royal Highness..."

"The request of the Great Sacrifice," the young girl turned her side and raised her hand behind her, making an invitation: "It is God's will."

Tels is on a trip.

"Ah?" He asked the people around him unclely: "What purpose?"

Putty's mouth curled up, and it seemed to be a bit worried.

But without his explanation, Teres recognized the place.

His eyes have adapted to the dim light, barely seeing the walls on both sides - full of murals and reliefs.

The direction of the girl's finger is a huge stone statue surrounded by the unextinguished lamp: on the stone statue, a woman with a cold expression has a right hand on her left shoulder, and her left hand presses the right hip bone, with her chest lowered.

Behind the stone statue is a huge round moon, but a circle of arcs is dug on the moon's surface, which looks like a layer of change in the moon phase.

Taylors stunned.

He recognized the stone statue.

That is……

Tyres knows where his "shelter" is.

The next second, Tyres's gaze was suddenly attracted by a figure under the stone statue.

Before the stone statue, a masked female figure was standing quietly, wearing a silver robe, embroidered with a new moon and a moon on the robe.

Like the statue of the moon, Teres also recognized the woman.

That is the lady that Teres once met in the Hall of Heroes.

Witness the woman who had a duel between King Nunn and Pfeiffer.

The Great Lord's Sacrifice of the Temple of the Moon - Jewel Homem.

She was holding a pair of beautiful, unfeeling nephews outside the veil, watching Taylors quietly.

It seems to wait for a long time.

(End of this chapter)