Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 512 King of the Mist

"This place can't keep it."

Golov took his mount, stood in front of a wide and beautiful double-open iron gate, looked at the exquisite garden in front of him and the central dragon kiss fountain, and looked at the three-storey house with a tall colonnade in front, with a serious expression.

"What, what?" Beside him, D.D, who is checking the mouth of the mount, the guardian Doyle questioned in confusion.

Around the four, the Royal Guards, who were assigned to defend the prince, followed the royal ceremonial officials and the administrative officers of the City Hall, and went into this gorgeous manor in an orderly manner, with the flattered local servants and guards – mostly from the outskirts of the Central Territory. The recruited comet private soldiers - doing a painful handover and promotion.

"Complex terrain layout, troublesome sentry setting, unnecessary decoration, comet recruited from different places," Pioneer Glover's gaze swept from the gate wall to the distant backyard garden, where the vigilance was more and more strong:

"And a labyrinth garden bigger than the north."

In a busy atmosphere, the vanguard officer took a look around and handed the mount to a subordinate of the pioneer wing, and the brow wrinkled even tighter.

"Beyond the North..." Doyle, who was around him, opened his mind subconsciously, and immediately understood what he was, and smiled.

"Relax, zombies, here is the Didis Hall, not the Broken Dragon Fortress."

Doyle disregarded the face of the pioneer wing guard, and naturally put the reins into the other hand of the other party. He looked at the other side with a look of "Where are the people who guarded the wings?" This is a satisfactory return:

"And we are not coming to fight."

Glover snorted from his nose.

He looked at the avenue outside the iron gate, and then looked at the house at the end of the garden. The tone was cold:

"The prince should have lived in the Fuxing Palace."

The pioneer official statement is long and seems to have deep meaning.

But Doyle shook his head.

"No, no, no, although we were not familiar with it before, I know that your pioneer wings are not standing up..."

Golova licked his mouth.

"The Tomon Hall in the Majesty and the Queen is still unclear..."

D.D face up with three fingers, one by one:

"But the Ballard room is very narrow, Elan Court is a bit too high, very cold, and the Su Mei Hall is too dark and too dark..."

"Because of these famous big caves in the Renaissance Palace, believe me," Doyle gracefully raised his hand to the exquisite garden in front of him:

"You will like this more."

Golova narrowed his eyes.

"At least, at least in the Dixie Hall, there are..."

Doyleton took a moment, his fingers crossed the iron gate, the garden, the fountain, the boulevard, the main hall, and finally pointed to the sun above his head, smiling lightly:

"……bright?"

Golov raised his arms and looked away, screaming plausibly.

Obviously not very satisfied.

"Moreover, do you know how high its artistic value is?"

Doyle’s eyes brightened and the wind turned.

Goloved frowns.

“Do you know its status in the history of architecture?”

The guards turned their arms and seemed to hug their eyes:

"Don't mention here is the famous Xianjun Palace... but you can squat in this garden, smash this embossed, smash this brick! Not to mention the art collection that stocks it!"

"Think about it, if you have a party here, the ladies of Wangdu will definitely be scrambling..."

Doyle turned back and danced with a sweet face.

Golov did not move, but looked at Doyle’s expression full of contempt.

"what happened?"

D.D shrugged and looked puzzled:

"Love art, love beauty, is it wrong?"

Goloved his gaze, and he took a deep breath and exhaled from his nose.

In the distance, the familiar carriage and the screaming sound seemed to be a person in command.

Doyle's face immersed in art and beauty changed.

"Oh no, that's Stough and Forbe..."

He immediately went to Golova, his face was serious and his body was stretched, and his arm pointed out at the Dice Hall:

"Quick and fast, pretend to talk to me, discuss defensive posts or defend plans, very focused and serious look..."

Golova is foggy:

"what?"

"Only in this way, we don't have to be assigned to help with logistics." Doyle's face changed and his lips moved.

Golov still remains puzzled:

"But... why is it me?"

"Because he never called the vanguard!" Doyle gnashed his teeth.

Surrounded by a group of bureaucrats and comets, the logistics officer Shi Tuo and the flag-bearer Fubby passed several subordinates and several carriages, leaving a skeptical and incomprehensible look on Doyle. But after seeing a serious face of Golov, they left their doubts and left.

Doyle took a sigh of relief and the whole person relaxed.

Glover looked at his eyes more and more strange.

However, Doyle did not feel guilty at all. He naturally returned to a fascinating state of appreciation. His eyes turned and he saw under the pillars of the distant house, next to the fir gate, in the gap between the figures and the back. A quiet teenager.

Doyle narrowed his eyes and looked at the still, lonely prince. The servants and guards around him seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. They were perfect to avoid the prince while busy working, and the people closest to him at least At ten meters away.

But they occasionally cast their cautious eyes, passing by in a young boy who did not speak.

"I bet you, the child has just been beaten."

Golova looked at D.D with a subtlety.

As if the other party was not convinced, Doyle narrowed his eyes:

"Trust me, I know this feeling, he is very calm now, but it is all out..."

Doyle looked at the prince's back with deep gaze, his eyes were melancholy and quite touching:

"But in the deepest part of my heart, he just wants to find a place where no one is, crying and crying..."

Glover looked at him, his brows wrinkled and tightened.

"This is not what you should be arrogant," the vanguard coughed seriously:

"Doyle Guardian."

But Doyle snorted.

"Get it, the broken sword in the morning... You are also very upset, is it?" Doyle arched the arm of Golov, ignoring the ugly face of the other side, quite a bit of gloating:

"I bet the deputy and bet you, and our respected Duke, there will be time to take a sword."

Golov did not answer, he just looked at the porch of the Dixie Hall and frowned deeply.

There, the Duke of Teres stood quietly.

He just stared at the porch, silently and silently.

It seems to be isolated from the surroundings.

"are you there?"

Tyres opens his mouth:

"Did you see it?"

In response, a calm voice came from behind:

"Yes, I saw it."

It was not the one that Taylors expected.

The teenager closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

"The private soldiers and servants of the royal family did a good job of maintaining the work and saved a lot of things."

"When we complete the assessment and inspection, we can stay," the watchman Mares came forward and stood on the side of the duke. Looking at the main hall of the manor with him, the words were intriguing:

"Congratulations, the new owner of the Dixie Hall."

闵迪思厅.

New owner.

Taylors did not look back.

The teenager just quietly looked at the familiar and unfamiliar houses, from the pillars to the gates, from the carpet to the interior.

However, this time, familiarity seems to be greater than strangeness.

Mallos seemed to have a few atmospheres, and he kept silent and stood with the prince.

The servants and the guards are still busy, rushing in, but subconsciously avoiding further.

After a few seconds.

"You don't know."

Mallos was slightly frowning.

I saw that Teres was expressionless and slowly opened:

"You didn't know in advance that you would be stationed here, right?"

"Otherwise, you will not be able to come to the end to evaluate and check."

Marlios gave a slight glimpse.

The Duke of Star Lake laughed.

"You are not even ready to be a Star Lake Guard," Taylors bowed his head and saw a little loneliness:

"Because the title of the Duke of Star Lake is decided after you leave, it is hurriedly booked."

Because... a sword.

Maldron had a few seconds, his eyebrows were slight, and he didn’t know what to think.

Taylors sighed:

"Similarly, you are not prepared to come to ... Di Di Si Hall."

In the seemingly disorderly words of the Duke, Mallos seemed to hear something, and the words stopped.

Taylors took a deep breath, and when he turned back, he had already put on a smile.

"Right, when arranging defense, don't forget to prepare silver weapons, maybe there are weapons that have been prayed."

Silver weapon...

The conversion of the topic makes the watchman unprepared:

"why?"

Tyres snorted and stepped back to look at the roof and balcony of the Judith Hall:

"Preventing uninvited guests."

In the eyes of Mallus's doubts, the prince's tone is faintly nostalgic:

"For example... Vampire?"

Mallos is a glimpse of the fog.

But Taylor did not explain much.

He just sighed again, looked up and stared at the colonnade.

"It looks smaller," the teenager subconsciously said:

"I remember that the colonnade here was very tall."

Mallos looked at the prince with a look.

With a little sorrow, Tells passed through the porch, faintly seeing the wall under the chandelier, facing the three giant portraits of the gate.

And the three people on the painting.

One is facing the setting sun, the gun is in the vertical, and the heroic is as old as ever.

One is based on the deep forest, the sword shield is in hand, and the determination is as good as ever.

One is sitting indoors, holding a stick and turning the book, kindly as ever.

Looking at the three people on the picture, Taylor's eyes were a little erratic.

He raised his right hand subconsciously and pressed his chest.

Somewhere there, the skin still seems to be faint.

"It’s the same place to revisit," Mallos followed from the back, with a soft tone. "When we see the Fuxing Palace, you don't have such an expression."

Fuxing Palace.

Taylors laughed.

"When I first entered the Fuxing Palace, I was seriously injured by a thorn, and I was unconscious and was carried back."

Mallos narrowed his eyes.

The prince’s expression is slightly ironic:

"Revisiting the place, what kind of expression do you expect me to have?"

But Marlous’s answer exceeded his expectations.

"laugh."

Tyres frowned:

"what?"

I saw that Mallos stepped forward and stood with him before the fir gate, staring at the three kings on the wall inside the hall:

"You need to laugh."

"Then they don't have to doubt that your father doesn't like you," said Mallos.

"Or the other way around."

Tyres was the first to go, and then he was:

"they?"

Mallos is still indifferent, he nodded and did not look at the Duke:

"The Royal Guards are all elites, and their sense of smell is very sensitive."

Taylors turned subconsciously.

Around him, the Guards of the Royal Guards are still busy with each other, or command logistics, or hand over to the servant, or assign tasks...

Can't see anything different.

Tyres was silent for a while, suddenly eating and laughing.

"do you know."

"I have a friend, he also suggested me: laugh."

Mallos looked at the prince and saw that the latter took a deep breath and looked far into the sky.

"Because life is already heavy enough."

"Let's laugh, you can make it lighter."

The boy was a little stunned, as if he saw the yellow sand again.

"So, does it have it?"

Mallos stared at the inexplicable Tyles, and he couldn’t help but open his mouth:

"After you laughed?"

Taylors turned back and shook his head.

"I don't know," the teenager's smile is a bit difficult:

"Hope."

The prince turned and walked into the porch.

"This place, this manor," Mallos opened again, letting Tyres' footsteps slow down:

"Do you know why this name is called?"

This place?

Why is this name?

Tyres took his steps back and glanced around.

The prince gestured to the opposite side of the wall, the portrait on the far right:

"he?"

On the painting, the middle-aged man with a white hair color has smiled at him.

Marmaris shook his head.

"Do not."

The watchman embraced his arms and looked at the hall with a few more respects:

"Although I did live here more than a hundred years ago, most people thought it was him... but, no, Judith Hall, it is not named after Yinjun."

Not the name of Yinjun?

This has caused the interest of teenagers.

“Very good,” said Taylor, looking back with interest:

"Please enlighten me, my ... guard captain?"

Mallos didn't care about the faintness of Tyre's tone. He turned and looked in the direction of the Renaissance Palace. His eyes were deep:

"At the end of 333 years, the twenty-second highest king was crowned, and his name first appeared on the king's pedigree of the stars."

Taylors raised his brow: how many... twenty two?

That is……

"The king was young but weak and sick, had to move out of the palace, recuperate, and entrusted his government to his uncle and the pre-conference meeting."

The words of Mallos are very stable, just like his indifferent face, but the story is not so gratifying:

"In just one year, the young king died unfortunately, and even the sons and sisters could not stay."

The watchman stepped on the floor tiles under his feet:

"After that, the suburban manor where he was dying was named after him to commemorate."

Mallos looked at the prince faintly.

Entrusted to the uncle, to the uncle, to recuperate...

Xunzi Yingnian died young, and his name was commemorated...

This story is short, not even plot, and not very auspicious.

The charm behind it is even a little...not to be said.

But Taylor still reveals the "as it is" look.

“So, um, suburban manor,” said Tyres, pointing around and trying to answer:

"Do you call the satellite area "urban suburbs"?"

Mallos slightly frowned, apparently not very satisfied with the attitude of the prince to focus: "It used to be."

“I call this ‘urban expansion’.”

Tyres picks an eyebrow:

"Oh."

"However, three and a half centuries have passed. When we stand here and mention the original owner of the Judith Hall," the watchman snorted and looked at Tyre's eyes quite meaningfully:

"Even if the direct descendants of the comet, I don't know the 'Fog King' anymore."

Tyres is a bit embarrassed:

"I, amount..."

But he quickly noticed the title that Mallos mentioned:

"Fog King?"

Mallos nodded.

He reached out and knocked on the expensive fir door, with a deep tone:

"No matter what you lived before, the early death of Judith I was called "the king of the fog."

"Being in his life, his rule is like a fog, it looks tangible, but it is not quality."

"Being behind him, his story is like a fog, rushing in and out, quietly disappearing."

Suddenly, the eyes of Mallos sharpened:

"No one remembers."

"Nobody cares."

Taylors subconsciously glimpsed.

"So pick up yourself, especially when the entire guard is there."

The eyes of Mallos focused on the body of Taylors, and the latter was a bit of a passive and backward:

"No matter what you experienced..."

The tone of the watchman is cold:

"You know, in the many inconspicuous and forgotten masters of the Judith Hall, sickness and misery are not your own patents."

Sick and miserable.

Tyles swallowed his throat subconsciously and licked his face.

"But like a king in the fog..."

I saw the watchman screaming:

"No one will remember."

Mallos looked in the direction of the Renaissance Palace, his eyes blurred:

"Nobody cares."

silence.

I have to say that at that moment, Tyres, who was pointed out for problems and problems, is still awkward.

For a while, the young Duke of Xinghu forced himself to laugh:

"thanks for your encouragement."

"Lord Lord Marcus."

Although it is not so exciting.

But the watchman did not respond to his thanks, but gave him a faint look:

"I will inform you when the upstairs room is ready."

"Lord of the Duke."

When Mallos finished, he strode into the Judith Hall.

Taylor looked at his back and thought about it.

"The uncle Wang."

The boy suddenly spoke.

Under the portrait of the Revival King, the back of Mallos was faint.

"The king of the fog...the uncle who took the national government."

Tyres’ eyes burned:

"After the death of Judith, did he succeed?"

The watchman's back is still for a few seconds.

"of course."

Mallos looked back and said:

"Su Mei, the nemesis of the national government, eventually inherited the throne from his nephew who died young."

“The ‘hu wolf’ Su Mei III in history.”

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.

But the words of Mallos are not over yet:

"With..."

"...the body of the Duke of Star Lake."

Taylors was shocked.

But before he asks, the watchman will not leave and walk away.

Disappeared on the stairs.

Just leaving Tells, I am thinking about the meaning of this story.

After a few seconds, the prince smiled.

Interesting.

Whether it is the owner of the Judith Hall or the Duke of the Star Lake, the stories of his predecessors are so...

Intriguing.

Taylor finally glanced at the direction of the disappearance of Mallos, turned away from the porch, went to the garden, and put on a smile while waiting, looking at the busy crowd around.

He suddenly discovered that two of the servants and private soldiers who came back and forth were so different. One was relaxed and the other stood slightly on the edge of the pool, discussing something.

Thales recognized two people, so he slowly stepped and went to them.

"You didn't want to come, right?"

On the edge of the fountain, Doyle looked at a few maids in the distance and narrowed his eyes:

"You know, the Goloved family is the leader of the 'seven servants' and has the backbone of the royal party. For generations, they have won trust and high authority."

By his side, Goloved frowns.

"Your father is the predecessor of the Duke Michael, and your brother is in the Finance and Taxation Office. The future is boundless."

Doyle’s attention is still on the maids, and she does not look at Glover.

"Your Majesty is also determined to make progress, and the year is strong."

"But you are here, to catch this unlucky drowning."

Doyle turned his head and stared at Glover in a curious way.

"why?"

But this time, he seems to have kicked the iron plate.

I saw that Golov also turned his head and stared at each other coldly.

Like a piece of carrion staring at the meat stall.

Silence lasted for a long time.

For a long while, D.D, who could not get a response, could only smile and consciously go back.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"But I am different."

Doyle released a perfect smile to a maid who couldn’t stand his eyes and sneaked at the jealousy:

"In the years when our family flourished, Doyle was too close to the old dignitaries, and the relationship was intertwined... So that after three generations, there were no people who could be reused in the Renaissance Palace."

Golov did not speak, but he took back his eyes.

Doyle looked at the maid who turned her face under the wall and her eyes were solidified:

"They worry that if they go on like this, the family's status in the 'seven servants' will not be guaranteed sooner or later - like, like the lost years of Tarding, Belletti, and..."

Doyle took a moment and sighed to Nunu’s head in the direction of Judith Hall:

"Malos."

Golov did not speak, as if he did not hear.

"So I was forced to come here."

Doyle raised an eyebrow:

"My father thought it was beautiful: from the king's guard to the prince's guard, maybe eventually changed back to the king's guard, and finally..."

D.D's face is slightly dim:

"Of course, that's just... it's beautiful."

Glover’s eyes flashed slightly.

"After all, now I have passed the age of eating by the seal," Doyle sighed with relief, his expression was helpless, and his tone was profound:

"And we are neither the six giants nor the thirteen."

In front of the still-moving Glover, Doyle faintly:

"We are just... the attendants of the comet."

(End of this chapter)