Kingdom’s Bloodline

Vol 2 Chapter 601: Old love is over

Chapter 601 Old Love Is Over

Yongxing City, Twilight Star District.

"Dian—Huiya, please wait!"

Glover avoided an oncoming mule cart and hurriedly caught up with Thales, who was walking forward.

"Excuse me, but have you figured out what to do?"

Cohen followed him closely, perhaps knowing that his work was meaningful, and the guard at the moment was in a good mood:

"Don't worry, it's Tay-Wya, just like in Exter, he has his own idea, we just need to obediently follow it—"

"I didn't think about it." Thales said suddenly.

Cohen choked suddenly.

Thales didn't look back, just going forward:

"By the way, I didn't think about it when I was in Exeter."

Cohen blinked and looked ignorantly at the prince's back.

Glover sighed.

"Your Highness, with all due respect," he caught up in the footsteps of the young man:

"No matter what we are going to do, we might as well follow Lord Mallos's suggestion and notify Ms. Genie first..."

Mallos.

Thales remembered something and paused.

Glover and Cohen stopped living, but at least they didn't hit the boy's back.

Only then did they realize that they were standing at the crossroads on the corner of the street, facing the Fuxing Avenue that ran through the kingdom from north to south.

Turning right is the road back to Mindis Hall, as for turning left...

"Zombie," Thales said:

"Commuto said before that Mallos had arranged before entering the palace, and found a reason to send you out of the Mindis Hall and come to the palace to meet me?"

Cohen looked up ignorantly:

"Marillos--oh, the big brother that you met in Mindis Hall last time?"

Glover ignored him and nodded without hesitation:

"The lord said that the things at the banquet are no small things. After you enter the palace, all accidents are possible."

"He must consider the worst-case scenario and leave available manpower for you, lest you are left alone and helpless, and we are at a loss without a leader."

Thales was startled first, then smiled.

"That guy, although he works against me every day, he still has some merits, right?"

Glover nodded cautiously.

"Before he became the watchman, the lord was the commander of the wings. Captain Adrian was responsible for sending orders to the wings. In many cases, what he said was what the captain meant."

Thales snorted softly.

"Yeah, that guy looks... knows a little about everything, and hides a little about everything."

Worthy of being a watchman.

Thales sighed inwardly.

"Zombie, how long have you been in the royal guard?"

Glover was taken aback, but instinctively replied:

"My qualifications are still relatively young, Your Highness, less than six years."

With a complicated mood, Thales' eyes passed through the passing cars, horses and pedestrians, and cast to the end of the avenue in the gap between their figures.

In the setting sun, the towering and heavy dark-colored pyramid stood silently, like a giant lock descending from the sky, firmly pressing the heart of Everstar City and even the entire Star Kingdom.

"What about Mallos?"

Glover looked solemnly:

"Lord Mallos is the first group of guards in the reorganization of the Royal Guard after His Majesty Kessel is crowned. For more than a decade, the guards have alternated between the old and the new, and the Lord has always been there."

Thales nodded thoughtfully:

"So, eighteen years."

"So, he has been around the Fuxing Palace and has served on the side of the throne for eighteen years, so he can be so proficient, so indifferent, so calm, so-foresight."

Under the hood, Thales gazed at the dark and deep ancient palace:

"Whether it is to prevent me from showing up when I enter the city, or to deal with it at a royal banquet, or to make arrangements before the imminent disaster."

"It seems that this is his action instinct, his life is normal-he has seen it through, has adapted, got used to it, and accepts tricks and tricks."

It's like a senior actor who is used to a stage and a drama, repeating similar lines countless times.

Outside of the situation, Cohen looked bored at the Fuxing Palace at the end of the avenue, and yawned unabashedly:

"Then it's evening..."

Thales spoke suddenly and interrupted him:

"Do you know what we are facing now?"

Glover frowned.

Thales lowered his thoughts:

"line."

Both Glover and Cohen were shocked:

"line?"

Thales nodded:

"Yes, just like in a puppet show, the string on the idol has two ends."

"One end is over there, the other is here."

"Involve me, and Mallos, and even everyone's every move."

Thales stared into the distance, the heavy pyramid.

When I was young, the palace was like stratus clouds floating in the sky. Although it was not touchable, it always made people look up and stare at it.

Now, when I can really touch it...

Thales slowly stretched out his left hand, bent the tiger's mouth, and slowly caged the Fuxing Palace in the distance between his fingers.

At that moment, it seemed exquisite and exquisite, all in control.

However, no matter how he tightened his fingers, all Thales could feel was still the rustling wind blowing through his palm, leaving no traces, only chill.

"It's like in Longxiao City, as well as in Bladefang Camp and Bone Prison," the young man frowned:

"In everything that happens, there is always a thread that affects everything, and finally gathers into a torrent and rolls forward."

Cohen heard it in a cloud and fog, and finally caught a noun he understood:

"What? Have you been to the prison of bones? That place where you can only get in?"

Following Thales' movements, Glover looked at the Fuxing Palace at the far end of his sight and became alert:

"The thread pull-you mean, whether it was an accident at the banquet or in today's turmoil, you were in other people's thread pull and were used and manipulated?"

Cohen glanced at the zombie and became alert:

"What banquet? What accident? What disturbance?"

Thales shook his head slightly:

"Do not."

"According to past experience, every time, as long as I understand where the thread is, see through it, grasp it, and split it, I can see the exit of the maze—even if there is another maze after the exit."

But Thales' expression became deeper.

"But this time," the boy solemnly said:

"This time is more special."

He looked at the small Fuxing Palace stopped between his fingers, only to feel that it was becoming more and more illusory and distant.

Glover listened carefully and did not speak.

In the next second, the golden sunset passed through Thales' fingers, illuminating the scars in his palm that had been difficult to remove because of multiple cuts.

Thinking of this, a dull pain came from the palm of his hand, replacing the ethereal chill.

"It's not that clear, it's not that specific, and it's not that direct—the thread at the other end is not even someone."

"Even sometimes, I feel that everything may be just my illusion, there is no line at all."

Thales put down his palm and exhaled.

"But it's not."

"The thread still exists, just because it is too much, too thick and too dense, and twisted into a ball, so that I can't start, or even detect it."

Cohen was very painful, but he was also puzzled when he saw Glover, and he was relieved immediately.

"Because a long time ago, all I wanted to solve was a single thread," Thales glared: "The second prince's inheritance, the anger of King Nunn, the ambition of Rumba, the rule of the grand duke..."

"Simple, convenient, and clean."

The evening has arrived, and the people on Fuxing Avenue have gradually increased. Those who are off work, those who are off the market, those who work shifts, those who wander, those who are on the road, the flow of people are surging, and the Fuxing Palace in the distance is covered with light and dark. Looming.

But Thales stared at its outline, his sight never turned out of focus because of the occasional disappearance of the palace.

"but now……"

"The ownership of the Bladeya camp, the resistance of the Western Wilderness, the undercurrent of Mindis Hall, the shadow of the Fuxing Palace, the actions of the Kingdom's Secret Section, the position of the Seven Stars, the meaning of the Star Lake Guard," Thales 'S expression is solemn:

"I returned to the country, and when I stepped into the realm of stars, there is more than one thing that has been involved, restricting, and oppressing me, one hand, one person."

"I need to untie more than one thread."

The chaos of the Western Wilderness, the Marius of the Guard, the gaze on the throne, the hostility of the iris, the accident at the royal banquet, the war at Exeter, the agenda of the imperial conference, the encounter with Secret...

Countless figures flashed in front of Thales, like countless images flashed across his brain:

"Even every time I untie one, I will plunge myself into more, deeper, more chaotic, and more complicated threads-kingdoms, confession, history, power, and everything."

He took a deep breath.

"I don't know when it will start. What I have to face is no longer a line."

"It's the entanglement of countless threads-the entire net."

After the words fell, Thales suddenly felt that the Fuxing Palace in the distance began to change from the illusory silhouette, as if stepping out of the painting, with sharp edges and corners as if there is substance.

Glover tried to understand what the prince said.

Cohen sounded drowsy, so he just wandered away.

"So it's mysterious, vague, and invisible in the clouds and mist."

"But it's also thicker and more depressing, suffocating."

"The worst thing is that it firmly clings to my every move, every word and deed, every thought."

Thales stared at the Fuxing Palace in front of him, only to feel that the thick substance became clearer and clearer, and it seemed to be sharp, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Under its shadow, I am no longer the me I know, and I am no longer the Thales Star who survived in the Northern Jedi."

"My every move is tightly **** by it, and I can no longer freely make choices without hindrance."

Thales touched his heart.

"But when I drew my sword and looked around, I was at a loss and confused, not knowing where to go."

Thales exhaled, but his eyes grew firmer.

"Ranet--forgive me for being blunt, Your Highness," Glover shook his head:

"I didn't understand a bit."

"Ha, didn't you understand?" Cohen returned to his senses, suddenly overwhelmed with joy:

"so I--"

Thales squinted a glance:

"You know?"

Cohen caught this glance, and his tone suddenly became embarrassed:

"I, that, eh..."

"Very good," Thales raised an eyebrow.

"I know you understand."

Cohen's expression froze on his face.

"It's a pity," Thales sighed.

"No one else understands."

Glover looked at this, looked at that, he didn't understand at all.

"It doesn't matter, we understand, that's enough." Thales patted Cohen on the shoulder, his expression relieved.

In response, Cohen could only squeeze out an embarrassing but polite smile.

A few seconds later, Thales chuckled and laughed.

"No kidding-in fact, everyone has experienced that feeling, but many times, we don't realize it."

Thales' tone became serious.

"For example, you, zombie, you are now in a pure family standing on the throne, but in the past you have experienced ups and downs and muddy, the two are entangled with each other, every time you try to reach out to one of them, the other will wave back and suffocate you."

Glover's face changed slightly,

"Like you, Cohen, you have a single sword on the battlefield, surmounting all obstacles, but all the way to the end, you find that you have to face far more than crimes and order and tranquility, but everything in Xiacheng."

Cohen was startled, but he was silent.

"Like me, you face a whole net."

Thales sighed, turned around again, facing the endless Fuxing Avenue, facing the Fuxing Palace hidden in countless crowds.

They were silent for a while.

"Then," Glover's voice was dull and stagnant, as if encountering some difficulties and obstacles, "what are we going to do?"

Thales' pupils slowly diminished, and the scene reflected in them locked the Fuxing Palace tightly.

"According to the leader of the Black Street Brotherhood..."

"First of all," Thales recalled the madness of the dragon's blood overnight, and raised the corners of his mouth unknowingly:

"We have to change our minds."

Glover's expression remained unchanged, his eyes moved.

Cohen was confused:

"Brain—how to change?"

Thales lowered his head and looked back at the scar in his palm.

"The snare we are facing, it can never be cut, broken free, let alone untied."

Thales was talking, and slowly stretched out his hand toward the Fuxing Palace, spreading his five fingers, covering every corner of this ancient palace.

"But it is precisely because of this," the prince said softly, seemingly nonexistent, "you, me, him, they-all of them are in it."

The boy's tone was cold, his eyes were indifferent, and Glover felt a bit cold behind him.

"Long under its control."

Thales clenched his fist, completely pinching the Fuxing Palace in his palm.

"I can't escape."

The next moment, Thales decisively stepped out of the corner and onto Fuxing Avenue.

Glover and Cohen looked at each other, each puzzled, but Thales was already far away, and they both had to catch up.

Just now.

"Dian... Huaiya!"

The three turned their heads together, and saw another figure in a cloak hurriedly over the road.

When the other party came closer, Thales saw his face clearly and said in surprise:

"Commuto, are you awake?"

I saw Gianluca Commuto, the second-class guard officer of the Royal Guard who was brought down by Cohen and Glover at the Leia Club, panting and shaking with excitement, looking like a desperate situation:

"I was scared to death. When I woke up, you were gone. There was only one man in front of me who was pulling his pants..."

Cohen frowned and looked at Glover, who was expressionless.

Kong Muto burst into tears:

"I went back to Mindisi Hall, you were not there, I went to Fuxing Palace, the guards also said that you weren't here, I can only run to Dongcheng District to shout for someone..."

Kong Muto suddenly saw Cohen's figure and gritted his teeth:

"Hey, you are that bastard..."

Cohen was surprised and quickly lowered his hood:

"Ahem, Robick, Robick Dira is next..."

"Robic Dira..."

Kong Muto said the name, suddenly his face changed greatly.

"What a courage!"

He grabbed Cohen by the collar:

"How dare you pretend to be Director Robick of the West City Security Department!"

Cohen, who was exposed to his identity but not knowing what to do, was pulled and leaned forward:

"I'm telling you, I am an inner city security officer, and I know the internal personnel of the security department clearly..."

Thales heard a headache and coughed:

"Kalabyan."

"This guy is the heir to the Walla collar and the Twin Towers Longsword, Cohen Karabyan, now serving as a police officer in the capital."

Commuto was taken aback, and spent a few seconds thinking about the meaning of the name.

"Oh, it's Master Karabyan!"

The security officer instantly became enthusiastic and smiled like a flower.

He grabbed Cohen's collar and loosened his arm, and transitioned naturally to the action of organizing clothes for the other party:

"It's a coincidence, that, I used to be a police officer. We are colleagues. Oh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I knew you were visiting secretly..."

Cohen stared at him blankly, unable to react.

However, in the next second, another crying voice came from a distance:

"Your Highness!"

Several people were shocked: another man in casual clothes, with a stiff posture, limped towards them, and the pedestrians looked sideways.

Glover saw the other's face clearly and covered his forehead in pain.

"D.D?"

Thales frowned:

"Aren't you healing your wounds?"

Danny Doyle, the first-class security officer next to Thales, rushed to the boy's eyes with full eyes:

"Yes, Your Highness! But I, Commuto came to my house to look for me. I heard about Mindis Hall--"

"Quiet!"

Glover unceremoniously pulled D.D up and dragged him to the corner of the street. At the same time, he watched the left and right vigilantly, and whispered:

"Huaiya. Your Royal Highness's alias is now Huaiya."

D.D was taken aback, and then reacted:

"Oh oh, okay, Huaia! Commuto is not clear, what do you mean when you go to find a woman, and you find a boy and a woman, then a strong and hard man comes, and then He fainted, and you are gone—"

"Yo, D.D! Long time no see!" Cohen happily appeared beside Doyle, slapped him on the back!

"Oh!" Doyle screamed and plunged into Glover's arms.

"Huh, what's the matter with you?" Cohen stretched out his hand in confusion, with a puzzled look:

"Why walk like a duck and blow it up in one shot?"

D.D endured the sharp pain in his back, lay on Glover, and glanced back.

"What's up?"

Doyle twisted his face, pointed his thumb angrily at Cohen, and asked Glover in a low voice:

"Why is this guy?"

Glover plucked him off his body calmly.

"You know, Dian—the fool around Huaiya has asked for leave. We can't find another fool, so we have to let him substitute."

Doyle moaned weakly, and then became puzzled:

"Oh, fool's substitute... wait, who is the fool who asked for leave?"

Glover tightened his lips.

"Hey! You two!"

Cohen waved angrily on the side:

"Don't speak ill of me behind my back-I can hear you! I, listen! Yes! Come! Do you hear? I hear! Do you hear?"

Glover shrugged to D.D.

D.D frowned and looked at Cohn, then at Glover who had recovered his coldness, but finally bowed his head and sighed.

"Well, be a fool, maybe I really am," Doyle thumped Cohen's shoulder helplessly.

"Anyway, thank you for taking the place of my class, and your majesty."

It was Cohen's turn to be surprised:

"Huh? What's wrong with you today? It's not the same as usual? Why don't you return your mouth?"

"It's okay, that is, before I do one thing now," Doyle tightened the clothes behind his back and grinned bitterly:

"You have to weigh the balance first."

As soon as he said this, Glover had to look at him with admiration.

"Fuck," Cohen looked at Doyle in surprise.

"Playboy brother...you're grown up!"

Doyle gave him a melancholy smile.

So Cohen was so relieved, he took no effort to slap D.D on the back again.

Listening to Doyle's screams and watching their reunion, Thales curled his mouth and suddenly felt that today was not so bad.

But at that moment, there was something strange in his heart.

Ok?

Thales turned back subconsciously, looking at the crowd behind him.

The moment he turned his head, the crowd on the street suddenly became agitated.

"It's so noisy behind."

"what happened?"

"Have there been a car accident?"

The rest of the Star Lake Guard also noticed the commotion and turned back together.

But the commotion quickly changed, and the crowd's whispers spread panic.

"Quick, get away!"

"Whose horse is shocked!"

"Why are you crazy?"

"Who is holding it!"

Thales's expression changed: the strange feeling became heavier.

The next moment, a huge black shadow appeared on the street market, rushing out of the crowd!

Get closer and closer to them.

Glover, Cohen, D.D and Komutuo also saw this scene, and all changed their colors.

"It's coming here!"

"Run!"

The flustered whispers turned into fearful screams, and people on the street avoided the shadows and fled in all directions!

The shadows moved so much that they stirred up countless strong winds.

It shrouded towards Thales and his party, full of speed and pressure, and it was almost instant!

"Be careful--"

Before Thales could react, Glover leaped forward and crushed him firmly to the ground.

"What's the matter—" D.D was surprised before he finished speaking, and he was also thrown down by both Cohen and Commuto.

Thales could only feel the huge black shadow passing over his head, driving the wind like a blade, and shaking their cloaks endlessly!

And that sense of strangeness has reached its peak.

Humming, Humming...

The black shadow fell to the ground behind them, making a rhythmic stepping on the ground, drifting away.

"His Royal Highness, are you okay?" Glover got up in embarrassment:

"Damn beast!"

Thales, who was again served by the Royal Guard VIP service, ate the dust from his mouth in pain, and only had time to poke his head out of the zombie's arms.

Doyle pushed the two big guys away, grinning in the dual pain of whiplash and fall:

"Where did the animal come from, dare to run into the royal family-hell it's back again!"

Humming Humming Humming——

The rush of horseshoes sounded again, and everyone was shocked again:

The huge black shadow in the distance turned sharply, turned around again, and rushed towards them!

"Which idiot's horse is this, driving around the city, see if I don't cut him--" Cohen rolled up his sleeves angrily.

"No, ordinary Jingma won't be so persistent. It may have been drugged and directed at His Royal Highness!" Kong Muto analyzed vigilantly.

"Oh, don't talk anymore, someone will give me a hand..." This is D.D who is groaning in pain.

Glover was aroused to be cruel, jumped up, gritted his teeth and drew his sword:

"Kill it!"

"Wait a minute." But Thales suddenly stretched out his hand, firmly held his sword, and stood up.

The young man took a deep breath, ran a few steps, and opened his arms towards the coming shadow!

Glover subconsciously reached out his hand to stop the prince, but he made nothing.

Everyone took a breath.

And the black shadow swept through the dust and rushed towards Thales with a swift speed!

"No, no, no—" D.D saw his heart split.

In the next second, the two hooves of Sombra continued to push the ground, slowing down sharply, stirring up countless dust!

In front of the stunned people, the black shadow changed from a galloping centrino to a quick trot, then to an ordinary step. In the end, it took elegant small steps and came to Thales and bowed its head obediently.

"Pretty, I didn't hit anything, the posture of crossing obstacles is much more proficient," Thales smiled and stretched out his hand, stroking the dark horse:

"good girl."

The dark horse's eyes were bright, and he snapped a happy nose.

It probed forward, pinching Thales between his chin and neck, rubbing back and forth.

"Yes, I know, I miss you too," Thales was helpless by its affectionate "cuddling", but the tremor in his heart turned into stability, and he gently combed the other's mane. Soft voice:

"Jenny."

The guards of Star Lake-and Cohen-watched this scene dumbfounded.

"This is, D.D. You read a lot. Tell me, what kind of scene is this?" Cohen stabbed Doyle blankly.

"Uh, let me--don't touch my back--let me think about it," Doyle frowned as he watched Thales immersed in joy and had no time to care about their scenes.

"Get a new love?"

Kong Muto watched his words and expressions. He waved his hands to disperse the curious crowd behind the mess:

"It's gone, it's all gone, the police officer is here! What's so good, I haven't seen the official second-generation drag racing-horse racing?"

His sternness had a little effect, and the crowd slowly dispersed, but it was not as effective as Glover's method-the zombie came forward with a cold face, involuntarily taking away the wallet from DD's waist, pulling the opening, and swaying into the distance A sky full of coins and redemptions.

During D.D's unrestrained protest and the lively robbery of the crowd, Glover and others escorted Thales and his new mount away from the "scene scene."

But before he had gone far, Glover turned around vigilantly: a few coins in disregard of the ground, bucked the trend through the crowd, and rushed out of breath.

"Uncle, ahead, just ahead!"

"You take a moment, where's the lasso?"

"That thing is useless! Remember, the dumb man got caught last time and was run up to fly a kite all afternoon..."

"Humph."

"Tempt it with good horse food!"

"Or put on your Royal Highness's clothes..."

"Damn it's the first few times. It's bullying and fearing hardship--it never dared to be so mad when the dead man's face was there..."

"Don't stop me from anyone, this time I will chop this crazy horse to feed the dumb-"

"Humph."

The Star Lake Guards stood alertly to block the path of the incoming people.

The chattering conversation stopped abruptly, and the people came to a halt, watching the Star Lake Guard warily.

Glover frowned:

There were four people who came here. Although they were in the dust, they were all fully armed. Among them, the elder was wearing a sword and a shield, the young was wearing a spear and a spear, and one was wearing a strange mask, covering the chin to the lower half. Parts of the face.

And their leader was a young man with a long sword hanging from his waist and a heroic face. He stared blankly at the dark horse who was intimate with Thales.

But their positions-Glover became more vigilant-were extremely professional, spreading left and right, guarding each other's blind spots.

Not a gangster, but a veteran who has been on the battlefield and has seen blood.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Cohen screamed suddenly, his face was beaming, and he rushed between the two teams.

When strangers saw Cohen, their expressions also changed, some were surprised, some disliked, and some disliked after surprise.

"Um, know, know!"

Cohen opened and closed his lips, dancing with his hands, and opened his arms to the leading youth:

"Let me introduce, this is mine—"

But the young man just passed Cohen in a daze, ignoring his embrace.

Cohen hugged his arms and could only raise his arms in embarrassment.

Until he saw the next person.

In front of me, the weird man wearing the silver mask gave a cold snort and looked at the police officer angrily.

"mine……"

Cohen's smile became extremely ugly, his arms softened, and his voice trembled:

"--friend?"

On the other side, the brave young man's breathing accelerated, his chest rising and falling, he walked towards Thales step by step, his face full of disbelief.

"Hall...Your Highness?"

Similarly, Thales, who was holding Jenny in one hand, looked back at him, showing a faint smile:

"Waiya."

The heroic young man—Wai Ya, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, took a sharp breath. From disbelief to ecstasy, he caught up in two steps:

"His Royal Highness, it's you, really you!"

But Glover raised his arm coldly and stopped between Wiya and Thales.

Wiya wakes up, and stops in front of Thales.

He glanced at Glover, forced himself to recall the celestial etiquette he used to, embarrassedly sorted out the messy and casual descriptions that he had been on the road for many days, and bowed respectfully and rigidly.

Thales opened his mouth, but could only jump out a few words:

"Yes, it's me."

Wiya blinked vigorously, adjusted her breathing, and looked back in surprise:

"I was talking to the dumb just now..."

The masked weird snorted hoarsely and turned his head.

Wiya ignored him, but looked at Thales excitedly, speaking incoherently:

"You don't know, when you were robbed in Longxiao City...Uncle Jenard said it was all your plan, but I can't believe it..."

The old man with a sword and a shield showed a faint smile.

"The meteorite checked each of us from start to finish...until he returned to Longxiao City full of injuries..."

Wiya was incoherent with excitement.

"Until the news of your return to the kingdom comes, we--"

But Thales smiled, very pleased.

In the next second, he crossed Glover, and also the distance between the prince and the attendant. He stretched out his arms freely, and under the attendant's surprised eyes, he firmly hugged Huai Ya.

The complexion of everyone changed.

"Thank you, Wiya."

Thales pressed his chin on Wiya’s shoulder, trying to contain the trembling of his voice:

"Thank you for coming back."

Wiya was also shocked. He watched the prince’s unconventional and sincere behavior, with nowhere to put his hands:

"Hall, Your Highness?"

Thales took a deep breath and suddenly felt that the net he was in was no longer so heavy and deep:

"You don't know, you don't know what this means to me."

Wiya hesitated for a few seconds, but he finally laughed, and naturally hugged the boy and patted him on the back.

"I know, Your Highness, I know—just like before."

Yes.

Thales closed his eyes.