Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 270 Female Grand Duke

The atmosphere is still outside the corridor.

There was a vague voice in the hall of the hero, but it was not really heard outside the hall.

And Tyres has been so tired that he has no strength to sue the prison river.

Nie Lai let go of the hand of Help Myrk and let him rest on his own – the latter stared at the black sand collar, the female warrior on the stretcher.

"Head!" Lord Justin of the Whiteblade Guard came forward and looked at the comet with amazement: "You have disappeared from last night to the present, how..."

"Ah, Justin," Niely looked gray, and he waved his hand far away to his deputy commander: "You did well - at least kept the court."

"Let's leave us alive."

Justin looked blank.

Nilailai went to Tyres and looked complicated: "In fact, I have never thought about it, and you will have a chance of success."

The prince sitting on the ground with both hands raised his head and gave him a sigh of relief.

"I know." Tyres replied hoarsely, feeling like the unlucky one who had just returned from the water: "You probably think: this guy is going to die."

Nie Lai looked at him, his eyes narrowed and he seemed to be thinking.

"It must be admitted," after a few seconds, Nie Lai nodded slightly and nodded. He picked up his mouth and said: "You still have some small doorways."

"little Prince."

After speaking, the comet turned and walked toward the Prime Minister of Brisbane.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and rolled his eyes.

“Say ‘thank you’ will kill you?” He was not mad at the back of the comet.

Nie Lai's hand reached into the back of his head, and it didn't matter if he waved.

Awkward guy...Thales groaned in the bottom of his heart.

In the strange eyes of the two people in front of the hall, their people returned one by one.

Wye was ashamed and guilty, apologizing for his failure to fight next to His Royal Highness.

Rolf took a prosthetic leg to reveal the knee that had been eroded, and gestured to him as "a terrible" gesture.

Cohen told him excitedly and gratifiedly that he was honored to fight with him.

Taylors can only smile at them over and over again.

On the other side of the wall, Raphael slowly sat down with the weak Miranda.

But Miranda grabbed Rafael's hand.

The female swordsman looked up weakly and endured the pain in the abdomen, staring blankly at the expressionless Raphael.

A second later, Miranda with a reddish eye stretched out his hands and grabbed the man's neck. He tried to pull him to himself.

Raphael was slightly surprised and his heart was tight.

"No," he subconsciously pressed Miranda, his face ugly and shook his head: "We are still on the enemy's territory..."

The weak Miranda did not say a word, just staring at him quietly.

This one……

idiot.

The next moment, Miranda clasped the man's neck and suddenly forced!

Rafael was shocked and pulled forward by Miranda.

The two are only a few inches apart.

The female swordsman looked at him seriously and solemnly.

The eyes...

Just like many years ago: the girl who seriously said to him in the snow, "to smile."

"You listened to me word by word."

Miranda literally, like teaching his new recruit, said softly but sternly to him: "I almost died there today."

"I almost can't come back."

"Have you heard clearly?"

Miranda’s eyes shot straight into Raphael’s eyes, making him sour and unconscious.

Rafael sighed and he looked at Miranda's fierce expression and was in a complicated mood.

The girl in the snow...has grown up.

The two looked at each other quietly.

“So,” she said categorically: “When I want to kiss you, Rafael Lindbergh.”

The youngsters of the secret department looked at Miranda slyly.

Looking at her face closer and closer, watching her dark hair wet on her forehead.

Miranda smiled slowly:

"Then I just want to kiss you."

The next second, the female swordsman looked up and kissed his lips without hesitation.

I ignored the gaze of the surrounding.

At that moment, Raphael’s heart trembled.

The pain and sourness he had been suppressing in his chest seemed to be gone for a moment, leaving only the heartbeat that sounded.

Covered the other beats in his remnant.

Even the things in his body were quietly unknowingly.

On the side of the black sand collar, Viscount Cambyda frowned and came to a stretcher and looked at the wounded.

"How, Aich?" asked the viscount.

"The cheekbones, as well as the chest stab wounds," Croweich on the stretcher took his gaze back from the kisses of Miranda and Raphael, and passed over the look of Melk and the comforting Cohen, smiling coldly. : "I have to lie down for a few months."

At the last minute, she and Miranda both stayed.

Maybe they all know that this will never be their ending.

The next second, Kro Aich, who suffered from the pain, twitched: "And, don't call me Aich."

"That name does not belong to you."

"Okay, Aich," Campida nodded. "Would you like some medicine to relieve pain?"

Croixer frowned.

She looked at the Viscount Candida uncomfortably and snorted.

The Viscount did not look back at her with guilt.

"You still have to take less medicine." A few seconds later, Crocey turned his head and said: "I can get enough of your medicine."

Cambida was smirking.

"You still hate it..." Campida turned his eyes and bent his lips: "I am giving you medicine?"

Crocey jerked back!

She stared straight at Canbida and looked fierce.

"Oh." Crowey snorted.

Cambya slaps his head helplessly.

"I might have drunk that night, but..."

"I haven't done anything other than taking off some of your clothes?" The Viscount of Manton City shrugged and narrowed his eyes, his eyes sweeping over the full chest of Croce: "You know, I am big. The chest sister is not interested."

Crocey looked at him silently.

I saw that the Viscount was a little chilling.

"Yes, you haven't done anything else."

Croy Ash whispered: "But you used a night of wine to destroy my beliefs."

In Lhasa Camida.

It is you who destroyed my belief in living on a sword.

You made me realize for the first time: What am I?

Where is my value?

"And," Crowey looked at the cold and looked straight into Camby's eyes: "No matter what you are interested in, it has nothing to do with my chest size."

Cambida smiled slightly.

"It can destroy your beliefs, and that wine is really worth it."

"And, you think your chest size is only relevant to you," the priest sighed and stretched his fingers without hesitation, just like pokeing a piece of ordinary pork, poked the leather armor of Crowe's chest. : "But the world doesn't think so."

Just as Croce's eyes could kill, the door to the Hero Hall opened.

Everyone outside the hall turned around.

A group of people squirm out as it is smooth, or light, or heavy, or awkward.

The soldiers and the guards immediately retired and gave way to them.

Tyres frowned: the figure of the black sand Dagong was at the forefront, and the other Dagongs were accompanied by different looks - especially after seeing the murderous, nervous black sand collar army, their faces became more and more ugly. .

The first person to respond was the long-awaited Prime Minister of Brisbane.

The Prime Minister took a shot of Nie Lai's shoulder, ended the whispering between them, and then strode up.

"Chaman Rumba," the old prime minister's pace is steady and his tone is not good: "It's a surprise."

"No matter what last night, or now."

Rumba's expression is very complicated, he scorns his lips, and the vicissitudes of the face are more serious.

"Count of Brisbane."

He did not listen to the deep greetings from Brisbane.

Dagong turned and nodded to Cambida, then looked at the other people who came out with him.

Oller repaired his face and let the road open. Ronnie looked away with disdain.

In the eyes of all, the Holm Lord's sacrifice in the Temple of the Moon slowly stepped out from behind them.

Tyres was nervous and held his breath.

She is still covered with veil, her eyes are melancholy, only occasionally sweeping away to Tyres, always making the prince feel awkward.

The Great Lord's offering took Selma's hand and seemed peaceful and quiet.

Selma looked at something anxiously, until her eyes met with Taylor, and the girl looked like a loose, spit out a sigh of relief.

Tyres reported a smile with encouragement.

The girl is still the look of the wolf, but at least her gray face has been cleaned up, and the original appearance can be seen.

As the vassal of the Dragon City, the serious and dignified eyes of the Earl of Brisbane focused on Selma and seemed to be thinking about something.

Rumba slowly raised his hands and the whispering whispers quieted down.

Just listen to Rumba faintly: "I am here to announce to the entire Exeter."

His voice is not big, but he is very annoyed, echoing in the corridor, quite powerful.

"Last night, under the scourge of the disaster, our esteemed king, His Majesty Nunn VII has passed away unfortunately."

At that moment, Taylors clearly saw, in addition to the expressionless Lecco, the other Dagong's expression is very ugly.

The Count of Brisbane set his gaze on the face of Rumba.

silence.

Although it has already been prepared, even though the rumors have been rumored, despite the delay of the king, what has been explained.

But at the moment of hearing the news, everyone’s breathing was still a tremor.

The look of Nilai and a white-blade guard is even more ugly.

For a moment, the soldiers of the black sand collar, the soldiers of the court, all stunned and whispered.

At first it was just whispering, and then it evolved into a growing shackle, like an inexplicable panic spreading.

Until Lombard raised his hand again: "Quiet!"

"As his granddaughter is close to the blood," Rumba turned his head in a complicated complex, faintly said: "Selma Alex Suril Walton will inherit his position."

Following the Grand Duke's gesture, everyone saw the little girl around the Great Lord's Day.

"Become the next Longyan City..."

"Female Grand Duke."

This time, compared to the gradual panic caused by the death of the king, the entire hall suddenly disappeared!

That girl.

Female grandfather?

Whether it is the soldiers of the Black Sands, or the men of the Grand Dukes, even the court guards who were loyal to the Nunn King and the Dragon City, were shocked and looked after each other.

If it is not because most people are warriors, maybe the scene has long since lost control.

Only the White Blade Guard, including Nilailai, seemed to be calm and abnormal.

But the Grand Dukes, including the face of the Lisboa Prime Minister, are all surprised.

Looking at the eyes of Selma, who had received the attention of everyone, turned red from white to panic, and Taylor was very uncomfortable.

Rumba looked at the audience in silence and did not move.

At this time, the Prime Minister of Brisbane took a step and went forward.

His actions attracted everyone's attention.

I saw the Count of Brisbane come to Selma and slowly kneel down.

"My lady, are you okay?" He whispered as if to comfort the child's slang.

Selma looked at him blankly.

I saw the wrinkles on the count’s face tremble slightly: “I am Charles Risband.”

"It used to be the vassal of your grandfather and the prime minister of his kingdom."

"Hello." I don't know if it is the indication of the main sacrifice. Selma replied with a sigh: "The Earl of the Lord..."

Brisbane shook his head and his eyes filled with pity and sorrow.

"No, please remember," Earl said: "I am your vassal."

"Allegiance to you."

Selma stunned, and she stared at the count's serious expression.

In the noisy hallway, Selma nodded and licked her lips.

"Hello," the girl tried to put on a firm look: "Charles."

The face of Brisbane's wrinkled face smiled and slowly got up.

Among the rioting crowds, Crowey, who was sitting on a stretcher, shook his head ironically: "Oh, in the end, our enemy has won a female grandfather."

"It's ironic."

Viscount Canbida turned his head back: "Do you really think so?"

Crowey also disdained: "Is it not?"

Cambida chuckled and quickly poked her head.

"No, no, Aich," Under the murder of Croweech, the Viscount dexterously retracted his right hand before the female warrior broke his finger: "Listen carefully with your lovely little brain."

Camby's sharp eyes turned to Selma, and turned to the figure of a big man, watching them or iron, or quiet, or angry face, sighed: "The reason why the North has the first woman Dagong, not because of coincidence or for other reasons."

"It is precisely because we waved the first hammer."

"The first time I broke the iron that has been circling the millennium of the North."

Crowey made a slight meal.

"Because we waved this hammer," Mr. Viscount had a deep meaning, and his mouth was slightly tilted. "In the debris and the mess, the North and North people who were caught off guard were able to accept the first female grandfather."

Maybe not just a woman.

There are other things.

"Remember?" Camby’s eyes burned with strange flames, one word and one word:

"No work, no gain."

Crowey lowered his eyes and thought thoughtfully.

At this time, the Holm Great Lord sacrificed the girl's hand and stepped forward.

Grandpa Rumba retreats with great grace and gives her a place to open.

The main sacrifice is secluded.

The commotion outside the hall has not subsided, and her words are not very loud.

Unexpectedly, the words of the Great Sacrifice are clearly and directly heard in the ears of everyone:

"As a spokesperson for Haoyue, I am solemnly proclaiming to the entire Kingdom of Exeter here."

Everyone suddenly became one.

"The forty-fifth Exeter is a king, the Grand Duke of Longyan, and Nun Nakaru Khan Walton."

"It’s been here today."

It is still silent, but it is no longer so depressed.

Because everyone knows the next thing.

Just listen to the Holm Lord's sacrifice and faintly:

"According to 662 years ago, Nakaru's co-administration vows."

"The old king is both awkward and the new king is standing."

"Yueyue is here to witness."

"Under the sacred effect of the Nakaru co-administration vows, one of the great and solemn elections has won the highest vote and was chosen as the next king."

At that moment, everyone's eyes were swept to the several grand princes present - almost all the big men's expressions were not good-looking, and Ronnie even turned his head in disdain.

In the repressed atmosphere, the expressionless Chaman Rumba swayed the cloak and stepped forward.

Stand to the eyes of everyone.

In the next two chapters, I will go to the end of the volume.

Yesterday, I wrote and deleted it. I didn’t get the result very late, so I didn’t update it.

The finishing part is more difficult to wear, and it is necessary to rebuild the outline of the next volume to continue the previous article. It is also necessary to start to select the suitable supporting role development story from the reader character building. It takes more time and you will forgive me.

The next chapter will be issued after 12 o'clock.

PS lying trough I was dizzy, put the 83 chapter in a new volume... I will go to the editor tomorrow to see if I can change it. (OCD shows that I am going crazy)

Chapter p.s.84 has been updated, but due to the stupid mistakes mentioned above, everyone has to go back to the previous chapter to find.

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