Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 46 Morat Hansen (below)

In the hospitality banquet hall on the second floor of the 闵迪思厅, the guards invited the visiting guests, and then closed the door.

"After finishing what you have to say, then leave." The omnipresent lights of the full hall shine, looking at the old man in black, Ginny stopped in front of the taylor, not a false color.

Taylors calmly looked at the black robes in front of him, holding a cane, as if the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of the elderly, my heart was suspicious.

"It's still so cold, Bakwe is alerting the officer," the other side of the empty hall, Morat's old and hoarse voice passed into Tyre's ear, very ugly and inexplicably nervous, only listening to his words. Taunting the earthly: "Well, we have cooperated more than once in a tacit agreement."

“Cooperation?” Ginny sneered: “Who will work with a viper? At that time, it was the command of His Majesty, and he had to follow it.”

"It really disappoints me," Morat shook his head as if regretfully, as if he was really sad: "I thought we were on the same front--you know, I always treat you as a daughter. ""

Between the words, Morat’s eyes showed a glimmer of light: “You know, as a ‘father’ daughter who raised me personally.”

Morat gently accentuated the word "kind".

Taylors was surprised to see that Ginny, who had always been arrogant, suddenly looked awkward, as if she had been caught in the throat.

The courtier, who was always proud and aggressive, immediately turned his head and let others no longer see her expression.

"with all due respect!"

A side of Gilbert interrupted the conversation between the two, only to see his face slightly stunned: "Lord Hansen, you also know the importance of everything here to the kingdom, please omit unnecessary temptation or chill Let's go."

Taylors is even more amazed. Gilbert, who has always been decent, seems to be somewhat angry.

"We all know that you are the 'intelligence manager', mastering the secrets of the kingdom that everyone smells, and the star kingdom depends on your contribution," Gilbert's face is cold and sharp. "So, see you in advance." The future 'master' is also the right thing to do, then please don't delay it again - this is Mr. Tells."

He deliberately bit the word on the "intelligence agency" and the "master."

Taylor suddenly woke up, the former said to him, while the latter was a warning to Morat.

The biggest intelligence leader, Tyres, hid this information in his mind.

The atmosphere is really not very good.

The solemn Gilbert took a step back and completely gave up the tales behind him in Morat's field of vision.

Morat’s eyes crossed the crowd and shot at the boy.

At that moment, Tyres felt that there was some magic in the pair of dark scorpions.

It’s like going to stare him.

Taylors even produced the illusion of "a little breathless."

Morat slowly walked forward, and the sound of crutches on the ground brought out an ominous rhythm.

"Hey...oh...hey..."

Behind him, the mask guards Jodel also slowly stepped forward.

"This distance is enough." Gilbert was cold and cold.

"Count of Caso, is the most trusted attendant of the royal family." In the footsteps and crutches, Morat’s gaze still bites Tyres, but his feet are still, and the old hoarse voice comes: "I really Admire your loyalty to the Lord, whether it is to the first king or to the 'heirs of the first king.'"

Taylors noticed that the "heirs" were accented by him.

At that moment, Tyres suddenly felt that after the Morat voice fell, Gilbert, who had resigned as a sword, took a breath!

Gilbert frowned, as if he had thought of something bad.

The former foreign minister, who is good at words and quick-thinking, Earl of Caso, is also biting his teeth at this moment, no longer talking, leaving Morat close.

Looking at the old man in black, who is slowly approaching, Teres felt his cold sweat down.

What is this role?

Just a few words, a few accents, let the powerful Jin Ni, the old and energetic Gilbert are willing to retreat, do not say a word?

"So, this little gentleman," Moratra opened his face with a wrinkled smile, gentle and unreasonably cold: "From Red Square Street, it is not easy to escape from the hands of the magician."

Magician?

Ginny and Gilbert heard that they looked up and looked at Taylors with a different look.

Tyres was shocked in his heart.

He looked up subconsciously and looked behind Morat.

I saw a secret guard with a mask, and Jodel stood silently, without saying a word.

But Tyrek keenly felt that the mask guardian posture seemed to be somewhat stiff and tense.

Yodel.

It's you, telling him everything.

About, my secret?

"In fact, there are some minor questions to ask you," Morat laughed again, and the eyes in the wrinkles were sharp: "Private."

Tyres swallowed his throat.

"No, Tyres can't stay alone with him!" Ginny reacted first, and she looked at Gilbert with a dignified look, as if she wanted to ask the count.

Gilbert also looked at Morat with a gaze: "Mr. Taylor's status is honorable, and he has the right to choose, in the presence of the followers, to contact the kingdom's intelligence chief."

Tyres frowned and looked at Morat.

What is he going to ask?

"Of course, of course, even," Morat at this time, with a cane, seemed to bow slyly and sighed at the corner of his mouth: "Whether you want to talk to me, it is up to him to choose."

"After all, in the future, he is my master - if I can live this old bone for so long."

Gilbert looked at the black prophet strangely. It seemed to be wondering why the head of the mystery was so good to speak. Only Gini changed her face and looked at Taylors.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as he was about to say "I am a little uncomfortable today," Morat's next sentence made him look.

"In fact, I want to report something to you - only in private."

Morat also bowed obediently:

"...for example, three children in the lower city, and a young bartender..." When the old man raised his head again, his face was still smiling: "According to my intelligence, the Brotherhood seems to be dealing with an internal flee. Event and..."

At that moment, Tyres squeezed the fist of his right hand.

Three children in the lower city?

Young bartender?

Tyres’s pupils shrank.

Sinti, Ryan, Corcia, and... Yala.

"it is good!"

Tyres ignored Ginny's anxious eyes, and Gilbert's surprise, he stepped forward and categorically said: "We talk privately."

On the face of Morat, the wrinkles huddled in a smile. He leaned sideways: "Please move to the study."

At this time, a word appeared out of thin air among the people.

"Just talk here."

Taylors turned back in surprise.

Out of the voice, actually behind Morat, silent for a night of Jodel.

"We can quit," I heard only the hoarse and vague voice of the mask geek, and came out from behind the mask: "Only, I can guarantee his safety."

Morat seemed to have been stunned for a second, and when he turned his head again, he had already frowned.

After a short embarrassment, Gilbert exchanged a look with Ginny, and both of them nodded firmly: "Just talk here."

"Hey."

Morat took a crutches, turned his head and looked at Jodel.

“Why do everyone think that for the comet, I have served the stars for decades, will it endanger the safety of the only heir and the blood of the kingdom?” Morat’s eyes were cold, but he immediately converted it into Uncomfortable smile:

"Well, then let's talk here."

Yodel slightly lowered his head and released the sleeves, and had already squeezed a supreme sword for one night.

"But don't play tricks, shadow attendants," Morat smiled at the mask guard and pointed to his own brain. "No matter where you hide, I can feel your presence."

Looking at Morat's weird smile, Tyres squeezed his fist.

(End of this chapter)