Kingdom’s Bloodline

Vol 2 Chapter 501: Duke of the end

Chapter 501, The Duke of the End

The self-introduction of the Lifa Knight made everyone quiet for a while.

And he rides safely on the horse, letting everyone look at it, regardless of the fact that dozens of riders are still aiming at him.

Royal Guard?

Watchman?

Taylors began to observe the knight who claimed to be the guard of the Royal Guard, and unconsciously compared him to Saciel:

He is not as oppressive as Sakuel's figure, and his expression is not as hard and bitter as a penalty knight. On the contrary, even if he wears armor, Mallos looks like a gentle and graceful figure, like a dumb. Elite Guard.

"Tomond Marlous?"

After a few seconds, chewing on the name, Dele's eyes sharpened.

Paul frowned on one side:

"Dele, this name..."

Dyle nodded and said something to his captain, and the crows at the scene counted the impetuous ride.

The atmosphere is better.

Kedler seems to have never relaxed, he turned back and asked Tells:

"Do you know these people?"

Tyres suppressed the urge to sigh.

Please, I just returned home.

But the prince still nodded:

"Let's take a look."

He was about to step up and was held by Dele.

"No, Tyres."

Earl of Cloma is dignified:

"If they are fake, then you should not have any contact with them; if they are true, then your position is too embarrassing, whether it is let us go or leave us and say nothing."

Tyres narrowed his eyes and looked at each other's serious eyes:

"and so?"

"I came out." Dele whispered, releasing the prince's arm.

Earl of the Wing Fort turned to Mallos:

"You said that you are the watchman of the Royal Guard."

"But as far as I know, the position of the watchman has been vacant for many years, and the last one was still **** years ago."

“And the watchman’s status is extraordinary, and people who have always been highly respected...”

When Dele’s words were not finished, he was interrupted by someone behind Marlous.

"Your news is behind, the count of the West."

The knight who was opening had a short brown hair, and his face was serious, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the count:

"Lord Lords was promoted as a watchman a year ago."

"Whether it is His Majesty or Lord Adrian, or even the entire pre-meeting meeting, they are quite recognized for his qualifications and abilities."

a year ago.

Taylors saw Dele’s expression move.

"So... why didn't Lord Adrian or Lord Tarren lead the team?"

Mallos bent his lips, but Taylors always felt that his smile was somewhat in the form.

"The captain and the deputy captain are both responsible for the inconvenience, and it is inconvenient to leave the Fuxing Palace." The knight who claimed to be the Royal Guards gestured to the twenty-four riders behind him, calmly and calmly:

"And this is the task assigned to us by His Majesty."

Marlos maintained his polite smile:

"On behalf of His Majesty, I am grateful to the help of the West, but your mission has been completed."

Mallos swept through every soldier in the West, and the words were sinking and unquestionable:

"From this moment on, we are fully responsible for all matters concerning the return of His Royal Highness Prince."

"You can go home."

There was a dissatisfaction in the surrounding crows.

Listening to the courtesy of the other side, Dre and Paul frowned at the inside.

Even Taylors sighed secretly.

This is to do something.

“Here is the team from Della Kloma from Wing Fort, Paul Bozdorf from the soul castle, and the twenty-eight families in the West.”

Dele slowly spoke and repeated his identity, and Tyres heard his dissatisfaction:

"We are escorting Prince Tellers."

"If you are telling the truth, Lord Marcus," Dele no expression:

"That I would like to welcome you to join our team until you reach Yongxing City and see officials from the Fuxing Palace."

A blonde knight behind Marlous snorted and laughed.

Everyone looks at him.

"As far as I know, six years ago, Chaman Rumba of the Black Sands also insisted that he would send troops to **** Prince Tellers to Longyan City." The blonde knight looked at them with a funny look. He looked good, but shook his head:

"Guess what happened next?"

Dreux and Paul stunned and then looked at Taylors subconsciously.

As a witness to Tellers, his face was black.

The leading Marlous coughed heavily.

"Doyle, don't talk about state affairs."

The knight named Doyle erected his eyebrows with a relaxed tone:

"of course."

"You decide."

Mallos coughed:

"And, friendly. According to genealogy, Count Croma is yours, your one..."

The words of Malos paused.

But Doyle quickly expertly picked up his words:

"My grandmother's brother-in-law's cousin's cousin?"

what?

This is also a glimpse of Dele.

Quiet for a few seconds in the field, Doyle smiled back to give a shrug to the Earl of the Fort.

"Oh, is it?"

Mallos frowned and sighed, and seemed to have a headache for this relationship.

Dürer no longer cares about the ridicule between the other, taking a deep breath:

"You didn't communicate with the messenger first according to common sense. The identity is still doubtful, but you will pick up the prince when you come up... I can't take risks for security reasons."

After listening to his words, Mallos did not answer immediately, but indulged for a while.

After a while, he made up his mind.

"We said it, Count."

Mallos cleared his throat and his expression changed from indifference to seriousness:

"I know that what you care about is that you want the whole king to see you and Prince tays walk into Yongxing City, let the whole star know the relationship between the West and the prince and the future king."

"It is not a prince's security issue."

Both Dele and Tyres have changed their faces.

I saw that Marcus Pippi squeezed his cheeks without laughing:

"And my job is to stop you."

When the words of Mallos fell, Dele’s expression was cold.

The scene is once again in a depressed silence.

The Raven Whiskers stared at the uninvited guests and looked bad.

What Paul said, dozens of black lion infantry from the rear skillfully matched the position of the crow whistle, posing.

Marlios and his knights, though they are the ones with fewer people, are gazing and unwilling to show weakness.

This makes Taylors a headache.

Finally, the indulgent Dele whispered:

"Well, at least you are straightforward and honest enough."

Mallos and his eyes met in the air, exuding invisible pressure.

Dele narrowed his eyes:

"If we say no?"

He looked at the people who claimed to be the Royal Guard and looked at everything from their mount to the equipment.

"You, and your companion, what can you do?"

As soon as this was said, the repressed atmosphere suddenly became tense!

The companions behind Marlous even picked up the cloak and put their hands on the weapon.

But when Taylors wondered if he should say something, Mallos just looked back and comforted his companions.

"I must admit that my experience is shallow and my ability is limited," said the Lifa's knight, who was calm and calm:

"In the face of the Earl, you have both the number and the strength of the Ravens, it is... no doubt."

Paul snorted on the side of Teres.

Dele did not speak.

But Mallorus smiled slightly, but the smile was quite helpless:

"But you know, if anything happens to us, it happens to be a loyal guardian..."

In the next second, the tone of Malos is unchanged, the smile is not reduced, but the content is different:

"After an hour, on the way back, 900 soldiers from the Central Royal Reserve, who were subordinate to the wrath of the kingdom, and the flowers of the fortress, a thousand people in the North Royal Family standing soldiers, including nearly three hundred cavalry. I will speed up after receiving the news, and copy it from behind me. By taking advantage of the number and experience, I will push you back to the nearest supply point: the town of gifts."

Taylors a glimpse.

Paul is a white face.

Dreer also frowned.

Mallos patted his mount gently, appeasing the anxiety caused by the hostility of the opposite, but the words continued:

"Two hours later, the blade camp will receive a subpoena. The active Western Royal Family is standing by the army. Note that it is 3,000 to 4,000 people in the 'active duty', all of which are elite mains, including one to two thousand. The cavalry will attack from the camp under the leadership of the legendary wing and attack the gift town from the west to fight with the friendly forces before dusk;"

Dele and Paul looked at each other and exchanged concerns.

The tone of Marlous is not too heavy, the tone is erratic, and the attitude is relaxed and relaxed, just like being at home.

The Ravens and Black Lions were obviously affected and began to whisper.

"Before entering the night, the above three standing army rotations and active duty soldiers, including many of the anger, Xinghui, Stardust and the three David's elite, will take advantage of the corner, take advantage of the benefits, put you Together with the town of Enci, it became a historical textbook for the Western Expedition and even the Kingdom;"

Taylors took a deep breath.

The tone of Mallos became ridiculous, and the gesture became more indifferent, but the words were more direct:

"But in view of the wrath of the kingdom and the flower of the fortress have not come in person, so the highest commander on the scene is the wing of legend, then I guess, only the gift town will become a history textbook, and you will not, congratulations, because you all Or, only those who are beautiful enough to join Williams’s collection of human heads to add lustre to his art collection;”

What Taylors thought of, showing a strange look.

Paul can't stand it anymore:

"you--"

Kedler grabbed him.

Mallos used a whistle to soothe the mount and not look at the front, but still proceed in an orderly manner:

"And two days later, this big news will spread throughout the kingdom: after the chaos in the blade camp, the terrible orcs and the ridiculous people penetrated the line of defense, and faced a team that escorted the prince back to the country, from the wing castle and the soul of the soul. Loyalty and desperately defending the prince, and succumbing to the gift of the town one day and one night, the two young Junyans of the Cloma and Bozdov family are loyal and unfortunately killed, but at least you are dying to defend the prince;"

He finally looked up and looked down at the gloomy Dre, and shook his shoulders:

"Then I wrote a memorial to you and built a monument with tears in the rain. From then on, I worked hard and made great efforts to strive to spread the prosperity of the kingdom to the unfortunate aristocrats like you, let them feel the glory of the stars together, the prince Grateful, for the rest of his life, remember your loyalty and enthusiasm for him;"

Mallos narrowed his eyes:

"Then from that day onwards, the residents of the Western Kingdoms were freed from the threat of the desert, and the bladed camps regained their vitality. Inheriting the local lords is more benevolent, loyal and kind than the predecessors. The king's grace and the people, everyone. Staying here and forever, forever and ever, living happily and happily..."

"how about it?"

His voice fell, and the field died in silence.

Many crow whistle and infantrymen began to look back at their lords.

Paul was so angry that he was shaking.

Dre's face was more ugly.

"Good story."

The Earl of the Wingsberg snorted, his voice was a little distorted, and the look of Marcus changed:

"But the problem is..."

"Under the pursuit of our five hundred priests, how much confidence can you survive and return to report?"

The next moment, the Ravens do not have to command, the heart lifted the bow and pointed at the target!

Taylor's heart!

At the most stressful moment, Mallos smiled.

In the face of Dele's unreasonable eyes, he opened the cloak, held the hilt in his right hand, and pressed his left hand on the side of the saddle.

"Really, the grasp is small, maybe..."

Mallos narrowed his eyes and his tone seemed to be very uncertain:

“Five-five open?”

The next moment, the twenty-four people behind Marlous changed their momentum and acted neatly on the handle!

"Hey, everyone!"

Tyres couldn't help it anymore. He shouted loudly and stood up on the saddle, crossing the stalkers who blocked him tightly:

"Before you draw the sword, please remember: I am still here!"

The prince waved his hand and attracted everyone's attention.

I hope to cut some of their hostility towards each other.

Fortunately, this is still somewhat useful, quiet in the field, silent.

Most people look to this boy.

Dreyer realized the meaning of the prince, and his face made his soldiers take up hostility - on the surface.

Mallos stared at Tells, silent for a long time.

Taylors gave him a sly smile and felt the numbness of the legs that stood up right away: "Thank you, gentlemen, we can talk about it now..."

"Well, so..."

Mallos looked at Taylors and indulged for a while.

He showed a confused expression:

"Who are you coming from?"

The smile of Tyres suddenly froze.

what.

His eyelids began to twitch.

A second later, looking at the expression of Tyres, Marcus had a corner.

"Ha ha ha ha," Lifa's knight laughed loudly:

"Just kidding, don't mind."

When Taylors didn't react, Mallos took up his smile, raised his look, held his chest, and immediately bowed his eyes:

"His Royal Highness, Lord of the Royal Guard, Tomon Marlous."

"With my life, my colleagues and I will be honored to be yours - close personals."

With the action of the leader, the twenty-four riders behind him ran in action and squatted at the moment.

"From this moment on, to the last moment."

Wow.

Looking at their textbook-like salutes and attitudes, they were thinking about letting them back the swearing-in of the Royal Guards and began to believe in their identity.

"Oh, thank you, Tomon...Malos."

Tyres, who frequently switched between jealousy and gratification, couldn’t help but like this. He smiled and waved, indicating that they got up:

"But now it's all about eliminating fire. This is not a big problem. We can definitely find a consensus."

Marmaris seems to deliberately not let him worry.

"Yeah, it's time to get rid of the life under the fence, stay away from the unscrupulous ambitions, and return to the blessing of your family."

At the same time as this, Mallos, who was straight up, glanced at Dele inadvertently.

This is said to be very angry with Dele:

"I believe that the Prince is full of wisdom and does not require the guidance of others."

Mallos smiled:

"Let's hurry up, count, do you want to fight or drop? What are you waiting for, what is your tribute?"

The eyes of both sides began to sharpen again, just like the weapons in their hands.

The long-awaited tays fell on the saddle and felt the pain in both the head and the buttocks.

But at this time, what Taylors heard.

"Dele," Paul's face on the side of Tyres changed:

"That is……"

The party of the Earl of the Fortress suddenly rioted.

"Booming..."

Soon, Taylors also saw: behind the Royal Guard, several flags appeared on the avenue of the road, accompanied by the shadow of the figure, up and down the horseshoe.

someone is coming.

"The flag of anger," Dele stared at the distance, looking disappointed:

"It is a central standing army stationed around Yongxing City."

"Directly - the wrath of the kingdom."

Taylor's look changed.

The crow whistle and the infantry began to whisper.

"There are also Stars and Battles."

Tyres looked at the flag he had seen before:

"It is the flower of the fortress, and the reserve army in the north of the Broken Dragon Fortress."

Dre's expression is even more ugly.

"It seems that he didn't lie," Drew said sarcastically, waving his hand to remove the attack of the Ravens:

"It’s really exciting."

Paul hesitated while doing the same:

"Maybe to support the western front, change the blade camp?"

Dreux snorted:

"Then they come so fast: It’s only a few days from the camp to the present?"

Tyres wisely did not interject.

Soon, the team in the distance came to the front:

It was a cavalry of nearly a hundred people, with different flags, surrounded by a double carriage in the center.

They came to the side of the Royal Guard, the body movements were not as sharp as the latter, and the mount equipment was no better than the latter, but the victory was uniform and orderly.

"Great," blonde Doyle sighed:

"There is a matter of management."

Soon, in the eyes of everyone, this new team's simple carriage stopped at the side of the Royal Guard.

A gentle and steady voice, steady from the carriage:

"Good morning, everyone."

Listening to this voice, Taylor's breathing slowly accelerated.

"You are going too fast, Lord Marcus," the man in the carriage seems helpless:

"The Count of Los has been complaining about this day and night trip - this will consume the strength of the soldiers."

When asked, Mallos pulled his mouth and turned the horse's head.

"Fortunately, you are not slow, Lord Earl," he said in a soft tone, but habitually nodded to the carriage:

"I am worried about being misunderstood as a kidnapping."

The next second, as the laughter spread, the owner of the carriage pushed the door and stepped on the ground.

At the moment of seeing people coming, Tyres slowly breathed a sigh of relief and completely settled down.

As if he had traveled a long time ago, he finally came to an end.

"It's okay, Dele," Taylors subconsciously calmed the Earl of the Fort, unconsciously raising his mouth:

"We are fine."

The man who came down from the carriage was still steady and his attitude was very kind. He took advantage of the habit of the cane, ignoring the situation of the two sides, and naturally came to the side of Mallos, looking at Taylors from afar.

His eyes lasted for a few seconds, mixed with enthusiasm, surprise, sigh and other emotions.

Quiet in the field, no one spoke.

The prince calmly bears the other's gaze.

But when the subconscious wants to laugh, Tells finds that his cheeks are a bit stiff.

Finally, the people sighed a long sigh of relief, showing a happy smile:

"You look very spirited."

The voice of this middle-aged man trembled slightly:

"My little gentleman."

At the moment of hearing the title, Tyres only felt a resounding echo in his ear, and he seemed to have returned to the past.

But this time...

Tyres silently watched the middle-aged aristocrats in front of him.

He noticed that although the other party smiled and was polite, the two eyes had already been stained with stars, and the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes became more apparent, and the skin on the face collapsed.

Even the figure, under the gift of the years... also smashed a lot.

Taylors felt a little sinking in his heart.

But in the end, he took a deep breath, put away an uncontrollable expression, held down the countless emotions rising from the bottom of his heart, and tried to whisper in the most stable, active, and relaxed way:

"You too."

"It's nice to see you again."

The prince smiled brilliantly:

"Gilbert."

The surroundings are very quiet, no one is speaking.

Until the middle-aged aristocrats, the stars of the fox, Gilbert Casso's honorary count nodded slowly.

"Me too, little gentleman," Gilbert's voice was noticeably a little more ups and downs:

"I mean, Your Highness..."

His words were interrupted in half.

Gilbert first looked up and licked his eyes several times. After several deep breaths, he finally returned to normal:

"me too."

In a short meeting, neither of them said anything more, just staggering their eyes in the simplest of the few sentences.

"Good morning."

On the other hand, Dre's face was serious, and Gilbert nodded slightly, with a different tone of respect and dignity in the tone of facing the prince:

"Count of Caso."

Gilbert responded with a smile, cordial and practical:

"Count of Cloma."

"It's nice to see you and your Royal Highness."

Although the star fox is standing on the ground, it does not make people feel that he is slightly weak.

"And you must be the representative of the Count of Bozdorf?"

Paul on the side is gloomy:

"His heir."

Gilbert smiled as usual:

"of course."

With the arrival of Gilbert, Mallos switched back to the inadvertent indifferent attitude of the first meeting, and seemed to intend to hand over all the negotiations to the honorary count.

As it turns out, his choice is no problem.

Dele sighed and was about to talk, but the next second, the star's fox rushed ahead of him.

"His Royal Highness, adults," Gilbert nodded to each commander, smiling and warm and friendly:

"Since they are all here, and there are so many people witnessing, then I will start directly."

Paul, who watched the royal reserve army with vigilance, frowned.

Even Tyres stunned.

"Start?"

Paul turned his head in confusion:

"Dele?"

But Dreux just shook his head.

The next moment, I saw that Gilbert's face was awkward. He grabbed his cane with his arm and pulled out a beautifully decorated, small-sized scroll from his arms, skillfully and gracefully.

Dele's eyebrows:

On the back of the scroll, the coat of arms of the Nine Stars is in sight.

Just listen to Gilbert and clear his throat:

"The goddess of the setting sun bless, the first kings witnessed..."

He is tall and straight, his posture is leisurely, his voice is bright and dizzying, and he has a restrained but impregnable majesty:

"The orthodox legacy of the ultimate empire, the successor of the revival of the king of Tomond, the co-owner of the Ludol and the northern people of the Western Territory, the conqueror of the Dragon's throne and the altar of the gods, the protection of the holy tree and the Principality of Sera The guardians of the City of Steel and the Freedom League, the Kingdom of Stars and the Southern Islands, the 39th to the High Kings of the Western Desert, Kaiser Iridium V, to all the stars, and all those before this writ Announced..."

The whole audience was slightly moved, emitting a low-pitched whisper.

Regardless of disregard, Gilbert just stared at the scroll on his hand, with a serious look and respect.

"At the end of the Star Kingdom, on August 19, 679, in the eighteenth year under the demise of the distinguished King Kaiser V, after careful and detailed considerations, he will be inspiringly praising and rewarding, commending A gentleman with enough merit and identity."

Gilbert paused and seemed to wait for something, looking around.

Taylor's breathing began to speed up.

Everyone is quiet.

After being completely quiet, the fox fox reopened and read the name:

"Thales T.K. Comet."

At this moment, Dele, Paul, Mallos and others have different expressions.

The unexpected Taylors took a deep breath and he didn't know what his expression was.

"In the past six years, the nobleman and the knight have sacrificed the right to be a prince, bravely defended the security of the northern border, unselfishly blessed the well-being of thousands of subjects, and respectfully defended the kingdom of stars. dignity……"

When I read this part, Gilbert’s reading was swaying and emotional.

He paused again and took a deep breath, and in the audience or in complex or astonished, or excited or nervous eyes, he announced:

"Therefore, he and his legal heirs will be slain to the hereditary rule of the Star Lake Fort and its affiliated towns and land, and bear the glorious obligation to pay taxes and levies accordingly. From then on..."

"Duke of Star Lake."

At that moment, the audience could be heard.

Countless eyes left in Gilbert and eventually fell on the horse.

And Tyres just stared at Gilbert.

what?

He is speechless and ruthless.

"This is about this, witnessed by the kingdom, and immediately implemented, forever."

Gilbert looked at the reaction of the audience with satisfaction, and he slowly took up the scroll and left to smile again:

"That's it."

After a few seconds, with the first repressed voice, this road of Grace Avenue was revived.

Dele closed his eyes and exhaled a breath.

Paul's look at Taylors is very weird.

Mallos and his guard brothers looked at each other and still relaxed.

"The official announcement will be sent to the entire city with the public order," Gilbert looked at the complex Earl of Fort Worth with a friendly look:

"Of course, it also includes the entire Western Wilderness, including the territories of adults."

Dyle clenched the reins and didn't blink.

"Now, Earl Kloma, and you, Paul," Gilbert hung his signature, impeccable smile, and for the first time looked at the imposing hundreds of crow whistle rides on his face. Concerned expression:

"I want the Duke of Star Lake, I would like to welcome you to join his team and enjoy your company?"

Taylors looked at Dreiser subconsciously.

The Earl of the Wings was still closed and silent for a long time.

A few seconds later, Dele slowly opened his eyes.

"No, no need."

"I think our mission has been completed, Paul."

This time, Dre's face was extremely cold and his words were pale.

"time to go."

Gilbert didn't say anything, just bent his lips again, and gracefully nodded and expressed his understanding.

Tyres looked at him timidly and was overwhelmed.

"Dele..."

Dele sighed and made a gesture.

The batch of Raven Whiskers reacted as quickly as the frightened flocks, and they steered and left the place.

"Booming..."

For a time, the horseshoes ran back and forth, and the dust rolled.

With his reluctance, Paul can only leave.

Dreux paused, reaching out to the shoulders of Tyres in the harsh hooves.

The prince who had not yet returned to the instinctively grasped it, but he was pulled forward.

" Take care, Your Highness."

Dre's hand was very heavy, only to see his face seriously close to the prince's ear:

"Then, Taylors," he whispered:

"Please remember our commitment."

Taylors a glimpse.

"committed to?"

He asked questioningly.

"Yes."

This time, Dreux's voice was low and heavy, just like his expression.

"Six years ago, when your carriage drove away from the kingdom and went north to Exeter."

The owner of the single-winged crow, the Earl of the Wing Fort, whispered in the ear of the juvenile:

"The promise we made to you."

six years ago……

Drive away from the king...

When you go north to Exeter...

Their……

committed to.

At that moment, Tyres thought of something.

Taylors looked up and looked at him with surprise.

"You...you?"

The count loosened his hand and looked strong and focused:

"It still works."

The next moment, before Taylors reacted, Döhler swayed the horse's belly and turned the horse's head in the rage, gathering with his "head crow".

Go away from the hoof.

"Booming..."

Taylors rode on the horse and stared at the back of Dele.

On the other hand, Mallos raised his eyebrows, and with the same wave, the Royal Guard and the standing army rushed to meet the prince.

"Booming..."

The endless horseshoe sounds merge into two, one leaves and one enters.

But Tyres is still in the same place.

The news that the youngsters were picked up one after another was a bit shocking. They could only bow their heads and be confused. They felt everything around them by their ears.

Behind him, the black-pressed Raven Whisker and the Black Lions Corps left his side, turned left, and went around a semi-circle to return to the way home. With the drum-like rumble, he turned out the dark and endless waves.

"Squeaky..."

In front of him, a bright color of the Royal Guard and the standing army came from his right front, filling the gaps on his side, the horseshoes flying, bright and bright, intertwined with a dazzling glare.

Looking down from the sky, like two torrents of black and white, rushing in the spectacular vortex, facing the center of the circle.

The waves are sloppy, but they are distinct.

Only Taylors.

He is like a few invisible dots on the ground, standing in the center of the center of two huge waves.

Greeting the tearing of two huge waves.

茕茕 Independent.

If you lose it.

negligible.

I do not know how long it has been.

A familiar and gentle voice, ringing in the ear:

"Now, please come with me."

Thales raised his head slyly.