Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 506 Protection

He is dreaming.

This time, he clearly knows this.

He felt that there was a void in the void under his feet.

A bigger and bigger hollow.

Until he fell into it.

Inextricable.

He subconsciously lifted his leg and wanted to get rid of that terrible void, but greeted him with a call.

"His Royal Highness."

Taylors woke up suddenly.

He discovered that he was lying on his seat and his right leg was firmly in the carriage.

And at his feet, there is no hole.

The public opinion fell.

In his ear, there are only rumbling hooves, slow wheel sounds, low human voices, and...

"Sorry to disturb your sleep."

In the swaying carriage, Gilbert's gentle voice slowly smoothed his horror:

"I didn't have a good rest last night?"

Taylor sat up straight, took a deep breath and rubbed his face.

"No, I am just..."

... It’s only been a long time not to feel so secure.

Tyres buried his face in his palm and silently said.

After a second, the prince looked up from his hand, smiling and swearing:

"...just a little while."

Gilbert looked at him seriously for a long time, and this made a smile:

"His Royal Highness."

"The front is the city of Yongxing."

Yongxing City.

For a moment, the phrase seemed to have extraordinary magic, sweeping Taylor's burnout and drowsiness.

"what?"

Taylors turned his head in surprise.

"So fast?"

The teenager dragged some numb body and tried to move to the side of the carriage and push the window.

"How many days have we been in the central government..."

The words of Tyres stopped short.

As the carriage passed an uphill, he crossed the shadow of the cavalry, and he saw it.

Under the bright sunshine, the wilderness is vast, the road is flat, and the village is well.

It is like a colorful ribbon between the blue sky and the black soil.

On both sides of the road, more and more people are on the way:

Busy traders, peasants who are on the road, bureaucrats who are passing by, all kinds of carriages, fast or slow, order, they are avoiding the roads under the strong drinking orders of the standing army, staying outside the warning line temporarily drawn by the soldiers. They looked at the amazing fleet with curious and surprised eyes.

"Probably a certain dignitary..."

"Oh, there are so many bodyguards to clear the way, maybe it is the big count of a foreign field."

"Do you guess that there are people or things in the carriage? I guess some expensive urinals..."

The vague discussion is passed on to the boy's ear if it is unreasonable.

But all this is not as good as the focus of Tyres.

That is a city.

In the distant vision, the towering gray brick walls stand like a towering tree. The prominent sentinel towers are uneven and have different scenery. The blue flag of the city head flutters in the wind, such as the waves rolling.

Less than the majestic and magnificent of Longyan City, there is no solid strength of the Broken Dragon Fortress, no more chaotic freedom than the Bladefang Camp.

but……

I don't know why, such a well-regulated and well-organized city seems to attract his attention at this moment.

Yongxing City.

It’s a bit crazy to see Tyres.

"You don't have to be nervous."

Gilbert seems to understand the complex emotions of the teenager, he calmly said:

"You go home, that's it."

The eyes of Taylors still can't get out of the distant city, just listen to him and tell the truth:

"I know."

I know.

Gilbert didn't say anything, he just looked at the prince's gaffe with a smile.

"If you want, Your Highness..."

Gilbert released an encouraging look.

"Let's go out and see for yourself."

See for yourself...

He is strange and familiar...

home.

Tyres slowly woke up and his gaze gradually strengthened.

Gilbert smiled and said:

"I think it's time to let Yongxing City let the whole king see the heirs who have been away for six years."

Stay away for six years...

Thales's gaze passed through the soldiers, through passers-by, through the wilderness, and even through the distant walls and clouds of the sky.

"Of course, Gilbert."

Tyres turned back and his face was complicated and difficult:

"of course."

With the rare eyes of the prince, the foreign minister was silent for a few seconds.

Subsequently, Gilbert gently pushed the window open and knocked on the carriage, a slight probe.

"Lord Lord Marcus, can you please slow down and raise the flag of the Nine Mans? His Royal Highness may be the time to appear in public."

The shouts of the Count of Caso let the horseshoes and wheels outside the car change the speed and trajectory at the same time. The Royal Guards, which guarded the Prince's carriage, took action and quickly gave up a formation, revealing the watchman Marcus, who was close to the horse.

"Also let His Royal Highness see his Yongxing City..."

Gilbert’s words are still going on, however...

"I'm very sorry."

"No."

The voice of Mallos is as far and near as the horseshoe. The temperature is warm and courteous, but the rejection is very simple.

There is no room for negotiation at all.

Gilbert stunned and didn't seem to think his proposal would be rejected.

Taylor also frowned.

Fortunately, the foreign minister just paused for a few seconds, and then continued to explore the outside of the car, trying to make another effort.

"Well, Lord Malhos, I understand your work, but we don't have to pause or deviate from the route, but my Royal Highness needs to enter the main road..."

But to meet him, it is still a polite answer from Mallos:

"I can't allow it."

Tyres has a meal.

Gilbert is also a little stiff:

"Lord?"

The face of Mallos appeared outside the window and looked at the singer in the car.

"I believe that you know more about the sensation caused by the prince's return, and that the Western aristocrats are the lessons of the past..."

"I can even imagine that if the Duke publicly appeared, then what kind of crowds and chaos we have to face, from watching the busy civilians to the nobles who are trying to find out the news... Too much trouble for us, for safety, I don't think the Duke's adult is suitable for appearance, but should stay in the carriage until he enters the Fuxing Palace."

The watchman smiled still. He looked at the curious civilians on both sides of the avenue and refused him in a friendly tone:

“And we don’t have to be fanatical at all to attract more attention.”

For safety.

Tyles gently frowned as he heard the courtesy but decisive rejection.

"Lord Lords, if we are considering security, we have already reached the king, and you, and even the standing army behind me, I believe that you must be sure to guarantee your Highness..." Gilbert whispered, but Interrupted by Mallos.

"No, no, don't overestimate us, Count, we don't have the wrath of the king, nor the flower of the fortress." Marlios still smiles, but in the eyes of Taylors, it is not very pleasing to the eye:

"I really want to face the people who are exploding in the face of the flood. At most, it will be... five or five."

Gilbert spoke for a while.

The people of the Royal Guards face each other.

And Marcus is still the look of the smile.

The mood of the prince became a bit stuffy.

Gilbert felt the chill of the atmosphere.

"I appreciate the caution and concerns of the Royal Guard, but beyond that, should we consider more?"

Earl of Caso sat in his body and supported his cane, taking the attitude of professional negotiation:

"Whether as the prince or the Duke of Xinghu, on the first day of his return, he should have publicly appeared, at least for a few seconds, so that everyone can see him returning to the city and let the news spread."

The star's fox squints:

"And this is for the royal family, for the sake of the rule and interests."

"Lord Lord Marcus?"

Listening to the reason that the other party is so legitimate and noble, Mallos on the mount bowed his head and was silent for a while.

But when Tels thought he was going to compromise...

"Ha ha ha... maybe I didn't express it clearly, maybe you are just joking."

Mallos looked up, his smile was more sincere, and his eyes were calm.

"But, safely escorting the prince back to the Renaissance Palace, this is my task, Earl of Caso," Mallos bends the muscles on both sides, but smiles in his eyes:

"Others are not."

No, no nails, Gilbert frowned.

Feeling that Malos did not cooperate in this matter, Tells looked at the relatively long (relatively) narrow compartment, felt the numbness of the horse-drawn car, and then looked at the vast scenery outside the window and The hometown of his hometown, his mood was somewhat depressed.

"We should have talked about this issue, Lord."

Gilbert's tone has become somewhat raw:

"I have a mission with you and I don't try to make each other embarrassed - before we collaborated well, isn't it?"

Staring at Gilbert's eyes, Mallos smiled.

He was only silent for a few seconds.

"I am sorry that my mission has conflicted with your mission," said Marlows's expression as gentle and courteous:

"But what I can do is just ‘sorry’.”

"Count of Caso."

He nodded in the end.

Gilbert’s expression was a bit ugly.

Although each sentence is a polite and modest apology at the beginning, but...

Tyres listened to the other party's refusal, looking at the slightly unhappy Gilbert, Yu Guang squatting around the royal guards who surrounded him tightly.

He suddenly remembered the city of Longyan, remembered the Yingling Palace, and remembered the blood courtyard.

There, Nie Lai’s men were like this, blocking every entrance and exit.

Thinking so, the discomfort in the prince's heart reached its peak.

"Lord..." Gilbert sighed.

"The Duke stayed in the carriage, which saved us a lot of trouble." The watchman laughed as if he had interrupted Gilbert:

"This is enough."

Tyres can't help but interrupt when he hears it here:

"So, because you think this is very troublesome, would you rather trap me in the carriage?"

The prince unconsciously increased the volume:

"I thought that your majesty would let you **** me, not imprison me?"

The sound of the surrounding hooves changed a bit.

The prince's loud voice was obviously not very general, and several royal guards—or members of the Star Lakers—strew tightly, including Doyle and Glover, which Taylors had become familiar with.

Gilbert also changed slightly.

Mallos finally moved his attention to the face of Taylors.

Tyres frowned and seemed to want a statement.

But Mallos just stopped for a while and smiled:

"Sorry to make you feel this way, Duke adults."

"After seeing you, you can always protest to him and advise him to revoke my position."

Taylors a glimpse.

I saw Mallos gently watching Taylors, shrugging, softly:

"But before that, according to tradition and rules, as the guard of the Royal Guard, and the head of your guard..."

"I am afraid that my consideration and judgment of your personal safety will take precedence over your personal preferences."

"Responsibility, Wanwang Haihan."

At that moment, the air inside and outside the carriage seemed to solidify.

Tyres is stiff.

Mallos looks as usual.

In the surrounding Royal Guards, Doyle and Goloved each other, and several people were surprised, but the atmosphere did not dare to take a sip.

I don't know why, Tyres thinks of the way of "Don't teach me how to do my job" when I am still in the blade camp.

While Kilbert wanted to say something to slow his cheeks, Tyres closed his eyes tightly and spinped open.

"You are the Royal Guard, or my guard."

Tyres slowly utters:

"You should follow my orders."

However, Mallos just shook his shoulders:

"You are the prince of the stars, or the duke of the king."

The watchman is still respectful, but his words are not showing weakness:

"You also deserve to respect your appointment."

His eyes reflect a profound light:

“Especially on the first day of your return.”

Taylor's face sank.

"You mean..."

The prince stared at Mallos tightly and said:

"Is this the order of your majesty?"

At that moment, Gilbert also changed color.

"No," the watchman rode on the horse, faintly said:

"Just the way I execute the order."

The way the command is executed.

The eyes of Tyres have changed.

Doyle, who was nervous and listened, suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to become sticky.

"Lord Lord Marcus."

Under the eyes of everyone, the prince faced the unrequited stalker and whispered:

"I want you to stop the carriage, now."

Marmaris just snorted:

"I am very hugged..."

"Lord!" Gilbert, who felt something wrong, interrupted Mallor.

The foreign minister immediately turned to the cold-looking tays, warmly saying:

"His Highness, there are a lot of roads today, maybe you really need a break... I believe Lord Lords is also trying to protect you..."

But Tyres interrupted him.

"Protect me," the prince’s words were like just immersed in water:

“Just like six years ago?”

Gilbert was dumb.

And the eyes of Thales and Mallos met in the air, one side was cold and sharp, and one side was not surprised.

Doyle, who was watching, suddenly had a bad feeling of something big.

"Gilbert, tell me," the prince whispered:

"Every Guardian of the Duke of the Star Lake, such as John, is made up of the Royal Guard directly from the King and is stationed in person?"

Gilbert froze.

Mallos also blinked slightly.

The surrounding Star Lake Guards looked at each other and looked different.

A few seconds later, Gilbert coughed and seemed quite awkward:

"That's because you have been away from home for too long, there is a lack of available staff around you, and you are worried..."

Taylors did not hear the rest of his words.

He just stared at Mallos tightly.

Like staring at another person.

"I understand." The prince whispered.

"carry on."

Marlous’s expression is stagnation:

"what."

Taylors stared straight at him:

"Continue to smile, Lord Marcus."

In the incomprehensible eyes of the surrounding Royal Guards, Thales screamed:

"Because if you don't laugh..."

"Then you look like a dead face."

A glimpse of Mallos.

Gilbert looked at Taylors worriedly:

"His Royal Highness..."

But Taylors did not pay attention to Gilbert's words, but he looked at himself with a confused face of Mallos.

Mallos slightly frowned, no longer paying attention to him, and turned to the horse head to order:

"Back to the previous formation..."

But this time, the prince spoke before him.

"Then, the watchman of the Royal Guard, the Royal Knight, and the captain of my Star Lake Guard, Lord Tomond Marlous!"

The eyes of the watchman are stiff.

Tyres increased the volume and made the surrounding Royal Guards clear:

"In order to thank you for your hard work and dedication, escorting me back to Wang Duo..."

As soon as this statement came out, all the members of the Guards were puzzled.

I saw that Taylors stared at Mallos, slowly biting the word:

"I want……"

"Reward you."

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