MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 631 I can't do it

  Chapter 631 I can't do it

  Late night at Star Lake Castle, Thales sat alone on the top observation deck of Jackal Tower, condescendingly, staring at the distant Star Lake.

  King Kessel and Captain Adrian returned to the capital that night, leaving only Sonya and her Star Guards, making the main fort’s banquet hall turbulent, until the early morning. .

  Malles and Valencia’s grandmothers are in desperation. As for the Duke of Xinghu himself, he returned to the bedroom early on the grounds that he was too strong to drink.

  ("Fart! The old lady clearly saw the juice he was drinking!"-drunkly pulling the fortress flower by the collar of Mallos)

  But only Thales himself knew that he was more willing to get drunk and couldn't sleep at all than welcoming the king.

  Meows from the eaves in the distance, echoed by the barking of dogs on the ground, coupled with the cicadas, under the moonlight, Xinghu Castle is full of wild fun and comfort.

Why?

  Tails looked at the sparkling waves on the Xinghu Lake, his eyes fascinated.

  Why is it now? Why is Jain, why is the South Bank leader?

Thales lowered his head and pulled out a dagger wrapped in a heavy bandage from its sheath. After returning from the desert, for various reasons, instead of removing it, he strengthened the fakes on JC, ensuring It will not be seen.

  More importantly, why is it him?

  Tales casually took out the bone ring "Gur Taksa" and hung the tip of the dagger.

   The hideous bone ring and the sharp blade complement each other, making it even more desolate in the moonlight.

  What does Kessel V want him to do?

  Why is the king so confident and so casual?

  Where will the Fuxing Palace start? How will the aftermath be dealt with to ensure the effect without causing trouble?

  What is his role, what should he do, and what can he do?

  Countless questions, countless hesitations, all flooded Thales' heart.

  Not far away, there was a fire moving on the Xunying Tower. Thales knew that this was a patrol post that was changing shifts. Looking at his figure, it might be Pioneer Officer Supa Langlai with a local group of Stars private soldiers.

The prince skilfully turned down the observation deck, hiding himself from the sight, waiting for the end of the shift-the patrol sentry pays more attention to the threat outside the castle, but if one of them turns around in the middle of the night and sees the head of the Duke of Star Lake in the middle of the castle, it must be nothing. Pleasant things.

  Tels leaned against the wall, his eyes condensed.

  Well, he knows at least one thing.

  That is, he must follow the king’s instructions to go to the Emerald City and participate—in any way—this political conspiracy with an uncertain future.

  Not only because he was bound by an oath, not only because he had a private grudge with Jen, but also because it was imperative.

Even more because this is his choice, his right, and his bargaining chip. After experiencing painful lessons such as "Dragon Blood" and "Sand King", he gambled on the future and his life, so he started from the fingers of the iron-fisted king. , Struggling to win a little freedom.

  This freedom may not be much, but it is essential.

  As in the past, Thales didn’t know the plan, methods, process, and details of the Fuxing Palace dealing with Jain. He was excluded, and he could only act according to circumstances.

  But also different from the past, this time, Thales received a clear order, was informed of the answer in advance, and was even recognized as an independent third-party chess piece, no longer stunned in the kingdom's chess game.

  Besides...

  【As long as you finish it, I don't care what you do. 】

  Tyles flicked the dagger in his hand, the bone ring "covenant" turned up in the air, and he grabbed it. .

  And now, what he has to do, what he can do...

   "No, sir, I mean the lady lord, lady lord Sutherley, this can't, no, really, I, I can't!" An embarrassed and panicked male voice faintly came from under the observation deck.

  Tyers, who was training his craft, changed his expression.

   "Oh, I understand. So, do you look down on me?" What followed was a sassy female voice, aggressive in words.

What?

  Tyles swallowed his throat and entered the senses of hell.

   "No, how dare I... You are amazing, decent, and charming, but I, I belong to the Royal Guard..." The man became more flustered.

  Tyles held his breath, crept up to the other side of the observation deck, carefully exposed half of his head, and looked down.

   is diagonally opposite, two stories below him, "Zombie" Glover leaned back stiffly on the observation deck, behind him is high in the sky.

  And Sonia Sutherley—the famous flower of the fortress—stands in front of him with drunkenness, pressing his shoulder with one hand, almost pushing Glover out of the observatory.

   "That means I am not worthy of your royal guard?" Sonia leaned forward, a cold light in her misty eyes.

  Glover trembled slightly.

   "No, sir! I mean my duty is in my body, and I have to protect your highness..."

   "Don't worry about that! I can guarantee that His Royal Highness Thales will not have any objections, and maybe he will help me if you want." Sonia shook her head and showed an evil smile.

  Tyles frowned fiercely, while Glover's expression was stiff, and he shook his head desperately.

   Seeing that the man would rather die, Sonya, with her misty eyes, was silent for a while, and then she understood something. She patted Glover on the chest rhythmically:

   "Aha, I see, you think you can't do it, hehe...inexperience in all aspects?"

  Glover's face blushed.

"No—" He first denied it, but then realized that this was a breakthrough, and quickly admitted: "I mean, yes, Chief Sutherley, I, that, I can't! I never... uh, I'm in this regard The experience is still shallow, even if I...I definitely can’t stand it, I won’t last long..."

  But Sonia took a step forward, she almost pressed on Glover, her palms on his shoulder!

   "Don't worry, I will teach you!"

  Fortress Flower's eyes shined, the corners of her mouth became wider and wider, and her tone of voice became more and more weird:

  "And it’s starting from the beginning, demonstrating in person, step by step, step by step, and teach you every, one, step, oh..."

  The expression of Thales who was eavesdropping on it has changed—is this what he should listen to?

  Glover couldn’t bear it anymore, he pushed Sonia away abruptly, turned and broke free:

   "No, we, we can't do this, Lordess, sir, this, this is not compliant... By the way, I still have a duty on duty tonight, why don't we talk about it next time..."

  But he didn’t take two steps, and the fortress flower’s arm was pressed against the wall and blocked in front of him: "But I want you, really, really, desperately wanting you."

   "I want it now."

  Glover swallowed his throat, his breathing accelerated.

  The drunk Sonia looked blurred, and swayed close to Glover:

   "I know, you actually want it too, right?"

   "And I happen to be the commander of the Broken Dragon Fortress, and I have a heavy responsibility to defend my home and the country. That is to say, not just me, but the whole kingdom—want you."

  The flower of the fortress had an irresistible smile, pushing Glover to the corner step by step, and the latter’s face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was now infinitely frightened.

  "Are you really, don't you think about it anymore?"

  Fuck Nima.

  Tyles, who was eavesdropping on all this, rubbed his face.

  What is this special thing?

  The prince squatted under the observation deck with a complicated mood, making sure that they could not see himself, and then forced the (extremely unwilling) crime of the prison river to flow up to his throat and mouth, adjusting the frequency.

  A few seconds later, he pinched his nose, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak:

  "Meow, meow—"

  The sound of the call penetrates through the obstacle and reverberates back and forth, as if in the ear.

  Fortress Flower and Glover were taken aback, they separated suddenly and looked around.

  "Meow—" Thales continued to learn from a certain black cat who dared to speak harshly to the Valencian grandmother, vividly lengthening the tone, pretending to be a cat sleeping here, protesting human disturbance.

  Glover finally got rid of the panic, thinking of something, he immediately looked upright:

"Ah, it's the **** black cat. It must have gone to the Duke's place to steal food again-peeking at the confidential documents. This, this is an emergency and quite dangerous. I, I must go and protect the Duke of Thales' room... "

  Sonia seemed to be a little awake and looked at him in disbelief.

Glover coughed and tidied his clothes: "That, Sir Sutherley, Lordess, I am very grateful for your interest, but no, I'm sorry, I can't, can't... I'm going to go on duty, if you have If necessary, I can recommend other brothers in the guard to replace, for example, there is a great young man in the guard wing..."

  Fortress Flower narrowed his eyes, obviously extremely dissatisfied.

  Brother did not dare to take a mouthful.

   "Meow—" A third meow came from the top of the head, one more urgently than one.

  Finally, Sonya sighed.

   "Oh, forget it, the twisted melon is not sweet."

  The zombie breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Don't worry, we..." Sonia patted Glover's pectoral muscles, raised the corners of her mouth, and blinked deeply:

   "It will be long in Japan."

  Glover's face was pale, he turned around and rushed up the corridor like running away, rushing down the stairs without looking back.

   "It's a pity," Sonia looked at his embarrassed back, obviously regretful, "Tsk tusk, what a good boy."

  Very good, the task is complete.

   Not only did not sin against the flower of the fortress, but also successfully rescued his subordinates. Thales was very satisfied with his response, and even the haze of the king's visit was alleviated a lot.

  Based on past experience, Thales pinched his nose and yelled twice as a finishing touch and bewilderment, so that it would not appear too strange.

  The thing to do now is to sneak in secretly...

  The next second, Thales turned his head and met a pair of green eyes.

  He was stunned.

  That is a black cat.

  It stood elegantly and proudly on the observation deck, and looked suspiciously at the Duke of Xinghu, who pinched his nose and shrank into a ball in the corner.

  诶, why is this cat a little familiar?

  Thyls was embarrassed. In order not to expose himself, he had to continue to pinch his nose and be kind to it:

"Meow?"

  The black cat blinked and suddenly realized.

  It blew its beard, put on an expression of contempt at him, took an elegant and disdainful step, and left with its tail wagging.

   Looking at the other's proud butt, Thales darkened his face.

  What's wrong, haven't you seen the prince learn to meow?

  Dead cat stealing food.

  Thinking of this, Thales pinched his nose and yelled at the black cat:

   "Meow wow!"

  The black cat ignored it, but wagged its tail, stepped on graceful catwalks, and disappeared in the corner.

  Cut, dead cat.

   Thales cursed silently, but the next second, the light on the observation deck dimmed, as if something was blocking the moonlight.

  The Duke of Xinghu was stunned, and he raised his head stiffly.

Under the moonlight, Sonia Sutherley did not know when to cross the height of the three-story building, squatting on the observation platform above Thales, condescending, staring at him in a daze-shrinking in the corner, pinching her nose, gnashing her teeth Duke of Star Lake.

  The breeze blew, and the two of them went up and down, and stared in silence.

   Thales dared to swear to Ming Ye, at that moment, he just wanted to jump off the tower, and it was a hundred.

  I don’t know how long it took, Sonia tilted her head and narrowed her eyes:

"Hi?"

  The boy shook, then let go of his nose, and he smiled:

   "What a coincidence, hey, Sonia, can't you sleep either?"

  Sonia did not speak, but her eyes became more complicated.

   "Aha, the scenery here is very good, right?"

  Sonia still did not answer, but her brows became tighter.

"Ok."

  Tyles exhaled in pain, and stood up, dispelling the idea of ​​confuse:

   "I'm so sorry, but, as Glover said, he doesn't want to."

  Sonia snorted from her nose, fell to Thales, sat down against the wall, and murmured nonchalantly:

   "That's because he hasn't tried it."

  Fortress Flower took out a bag of tobacco and a piece of paper from her arms, and rolled up the cigarettes quickly.

  Thank God, she didn't ask me about the cat meowing.

   "Well, even if you are right," Thales tried to forget the embarrassment just now, "but then he has to agree to try."

   "He will agree soon. He doesn't know what I can give him. It will be unforgettable in a lifetime..." Sonia put the rolled cigarette in her mouth, pouting her mouth, her tone quite unwilling.

  "Are we really going to discuss this topic here?" As the topic became more and more unbearable, Thales had to interrupt her bitterly.

   "Well, it's not right to be in front of you," Sonia took out a cigarette, took out a bituminous flint, and worked hard to make a fire, "but you are in this position, sooner or later, you will have to go through this kind of thing—"

"stop!"

  Thyls cut off the topic and turned around with a bitter expression.

  Why did he tell her this here? He obviously still has a lot of things to do!

Correct.

  A voice sounded in his heart: a lot of things.

  Including-Legendary Anti-Magic Armed Forces.

   Thales stalled.

  He turned to look at Sonya, and what appeared in his mind was that she was holding a shield and subduing Giza on the ground, watching the scene where the latter was vanished.

  Maybe this is a breakthrough, and you can find some breath.

  But—the voice in my heart sternly reminds myself—be careful, don’t forget what Ashida said, if the Queen of Magic knows and even realizes that you are exploring the secrets of the legendary anti-magic armed...

   Thales clenched his fists.

  He must be cautious, natural, and smooth, bend and oblique, without a trace, and without suspicion, to inquire about the legendary anti-magic armed...

   "You didn't bring that shield?"

  Fortress Flower tried to rub the flint, but did not respond:

   "What? Oh, that stuff, hand it back to the Fuxing Palace, and then go get it back."

  Tels frowned.

  Okay, it turns out that the Supreme Shield is not there.

  So what did Ashida hide out in a hurry?

  Sonia is still trying to light a cigarette, her tone doesn't care: "You know, weapons, they need to be polished and maintained, and the legendary anti-magic armed forces are even more squeamish."

  Legendary anti-magic weapons also need maintenance, more than ordinary weapons.

  Tels nodded.

  He is about to ask more.

Snapped!

  As the fire lit up, the flower of the fortress finally lit the cigarette in her mouth. She took a deep breath and looked intoxicated, and then slowly spit it out a few seconds later.

   Thales had to wave his hand desperately to disperse the smoke.

  Sonia squinted at the prince:

   "A bite?"

  Thyls, who was evasive by the smoke, shook his head skillfully:

   "Children can't..."

Halfway through the conversation, Thales remembered the "glorious history" of the imperial man at the age of fourteen, and reluctantly changed his words:

  "As far as I know, this is not good for the throat and lungs. If you smoke too much, it will affect your breathing. If you smoke too much, it will affect your lifespan."

  "Influence, breathing, lifespan?" The fortress flower smiled.

   "Child, do you know, what is the deadliest weapon on the battlefield?"

   "Magic Gun?"

   "nah," the flower of the fortress was carrying a cigarette, looking up to the sky, the drunkenness in her eyes was a little less, "not a knife, not a sword, but a hammer and spear."

  "Especially when thousands of people are huddled together and fighting for their lives, you breathe more and less breathe, life expectancy is 80 years old or 50 years old, in fact, there is no big difference."

  Thyls remembered the breakout battle he had experienced under the fortress before, remembered the roar of killing, the stumps and broken arms all over the floor, he couldn't help frowning, and his movements were getting faster and faster to drive away the smoke.

  "And when a spear pierced your chest with a ‘chih’ like this," Sonia turned her head, swiftly poking her **** on Thales’ chest:

   "A healthy lung is no different from a dark lung."

Hold!

  The pain in the chest made Thales grinned and had to move back a few minutes to avoid more physical contact with her.

  Fortress Flower looked at him and smiled.

"But, if such a cheap smoke," Sonia took a deep breath, staring to death on the distant Star Lake, "it can make hundreds of soldiers forget their timidity, pain, despair, and death. Let them boost morale and unity in the trash talk full of dung, and weaken the possibility of bombing and collapse."

  Sonia looked at Thales and let out a thick smoke in a leisurely manner:

   "Then maybe, maybe we can win the next battle and defend a fortress."

  Cough! cough! cough!

  Tales was choked and coughed again and again.

   "Thank you, I remember," the prince held his nose in pain, "don't smoke if you don't fight!"

  Sonia burst into a hearty laugh.

  Amidst the smoky smoke, the two people with their own worries were quiet, and the castle watchtower at night was lonely.

   is not enough.

   Thales reminded himself: he needs a better insertion point, he needs to know more.

   "Speaking of fighting and lifespan, how long have you been fighting with that shield?"

  Sonia put down the cigarette and looked straight at him.

  A little hairy by her eyes, Thales quickly remedied:

   "I heard people say that the legendary anti-magic armament will reduce the life of the user? I remember that you did not use it less to save me..."

  Fortress Flower looked at him for a long time and grinned.

   "There is such a saying," Sonia shook her head, "but don't worry, the thing in my hand doesn't like me, and if it refuses to cooperate with me to release its strength, it will not hurt me."

   "Oh, then I can rest assured—what?"

  Thyls looked back in surprise: "It, don't like it, you?"

   "Yeah, I'm also very puzzled, right," Sonia took a cigarette, filled with disgust, "what the **** is going on in this world, even if it breaks the shield, she is even qualified to say that she doesn't like the old lady."

  No, this is not the key, the key is...

   "No, no, I mean, it, it? Is it... alive?" Thales was surprised.

   "That's right, but not all. It can't speak, but I can feel it. How do you say it, emotions?"

  Sonia drew her ears: "It is said that they only communicate with a few owners, and only then can they exert their maximum effect-of course, it is said that the greater the effect, the heavier the price."

  Heart-to-heart...

  Maximum effect...

  Tyles frowned, thinking of the clean world's front long ago, the small red sword with a great background.

"Like the broken shield in my hand," Sonya snorted coldly and continued, "every time I was reluctant. I really took myself as a master. Later, hey, my old lady didn't bother to care about it, it might as well. The long-handled broad knife I seized outside is easy to use."

  Thyls fell into deep thought after hearing this.

   "However, you can be awarded the Supreme Shield, presumably it is not without reason, the kingdom must be very optimistic about you." He said cautiously.

"Nothing," Sonia gave a big hand, and the smoke was heavy. "In the **** years, its owner died, and the extreme masters suitable for it were almost dead. They had no choice. At that time, I just wanted to. Going north to fight, I just went up in a daze-the broken shield was black and rough when I first got it, and I smashed it with a hammer for half a night before I was sure it was not a fake."

  No wonder the Supreme Shield does not like you.

  Thyls was silent for a while, after all he couldn’t help asking:

   "Then do you remember, who was its last owner"

  Sonia rubbed her nose.

   "Baron Quentin told me that he doesn't have a name, but well, I heard that he was a royal guard during his lifetime, and he was not a small official."

  I was a guardian of the royal family...

   Thales stopped speaking.

   "By the way, don't tell anyone else," Sonia narrowed her eyes. "At the beginning, the Black Prophet especially warned that the legendary anti-devil armed forces are secrets of the kingdom, very important and very sensitive. If anyone inquires, remember to tell him the first time."

  Thyls's heart was stunned.

   "Fuck, I knew it," the prince said quietly, "no wonder he didn't want to tell me anything."

  The flower of the fortress smiled: "Trust me, you are not the first, just get used to it."

   "So, everything is okay in the north?" Thales changed the subject to avoid suspicion: "Broken Dragon Fortress, Frontier, Rumba?"

  Talking about her old career, Sonya hummed and stood up.

  She lay down on the observatory and carefully looked at everything in the Star Lake Castle, as if she was unwilling to let go of the plants and trees, and even the cat on the roof wanted to take a closer look.

"Thanks to you, my child, whether it is a black sand collar or a Weiland collar, the Yankees have been busy beating their own people in recent years, and they have been more peaceful. What's more, the busy season is approaching, fields, farms, towns, workshops. , The market, there is a shortage of manpower everywhere, not to mention that there is a war, and even the robbers who cross the border are not free."

  Thanks to him.

  This sentence brings Thales back to the days when he walked out of Broken Dragon Fortress and headed north six years ago.

  The vampire, the blood magician, the heavy siege of the black sand army, the game between him and Rumba under the fortress-scenes of the past appeared before him, very clear, Thales looked at Sonya in front of him, and his eyes were a little more cordial.

   "Of course, it will be hard to say if you have a few more days," the fortress flower snorted with a cigarette, "so I take advantage of this time to return to my hometown to enjoy my holiday."

  Tales heard this and moved:

   "Hometown? Are you a local?"

  Sonia took her attention away from an old tree in the distance:

   "Of course, when my parents were alive, they were farmers in a nearby farm—well, that's the direction, just over two hills."

  Sonia enthusiastically pointed the direction to Thales:

   "When I was old enough to swing a pitchfork, I came to apply and became a guard here."

  Sonia, the famous fortress flower, the daughter of a farmer.

  Thyls thought, and reacted:

   "I know you are the old ministry of Duke John, so you start with the guards of Star Lake Fort?"

  Sonia dusted the soot and looked at the main castle of Star Lake Castle with deep eyes.

   "There," Sonya in the moonlight pointed to the bottom, "There used to be three trees there. I used to rest there when I changed shifts."

  Tels followed her finger and looked at it—there was a field that was cultivated by the Valencian grandmother.

  The young man has a stalk in his heart.

Tree…

   "And there, it used to be part of the garden," Sonia's voice was a little vague, "John likes to walk there alone, meditating, regardless of rain or shine, he said this is helpful for thinking."

  Tyers looked at the place—now surrounded by many dogs.

garden…

   Thales clenched his fists subconsciously.

   "Sonia..."

  "It's not just your castle, kid."

  Sonia looked at the location of the Xun Studio, her expression in a trance, and a long tone of voice:

   "At one time, many people regarded this place as their home-many years, many years, home."

Home.

   Thales was silent for a long time.

  Wait for him to look back and look at the field, there is a different feeling.

   "I'm sorry." He suddenly didn't want to ask her about the Supreme Shield.

  There will be a chance, he told himself.

not now.

   shouldn't be.

  Sonia was silent for a while, her cigarette butts lit and darkened.

   "No, thank you." Sonia shook her head, dispelled the haze, and returned to the hearty fortress flower:

  "Every year, I will come back for a few days to rest, spend a few days in the old Cordero’s farm, make trouble and fight or something, but this year, since you have repaired the castle..."

  The next second, Sonya smiled triumphantly:

"Then I don't have to look at old Cordero's face-since I was five years old, my mother refused his marriage proposal, and since I started crying his son, he has always had opinions on me. You really don't want to take a bite. ?"

  Tels stared at Sonya’s cigarette butt, smiled and shook her head.

   "Well, welcome home," Thales tried to recover from his sorrow, "You and your people can live for as long as you want. Board and lodging are all inclusive."

   "All-inclusive?" Fortress Flower looked disbelief, "I accidentally heard an old man of the guard be mad at Yin and Yang today, saying that it is really comfortable for us to eat and live for nothing."

"You should be the second logistics officer, Dward Stout," Thales thought of something, with an embarrassed expression on his face. "And I'm sure you didn't hear it'accidentally', that bad old man was so bad. very."

  But his eyes quickly shined.

  "But it’s okay. Entertain the famous kingdom marshals and war exploits, Lord Sonia Sutherley. I believe this account can be reported to my father."

  No, it must be reported to him.

  Otherwise, Thales swears that he will lie in Ballard’s room and won’t get up at the next imperial meeting.

  Sonia let out a puff of smoke and snorted.

   "Your Majesty went back?"

   "Right—" Thales felt wrong as soon as he spoke, and frowned at her.

  Fortress Flower grinned.

   "Boy, I was in a war anyway, but unfortunately I was still a commander. If I didn't even know who was in the marching team, Broken Dragon Fortress would have been **** eight hundred times."

  Sure enough.

  The king's visit, she also knows.

  Tyles' eyes changed when she saw her, she lost her former lightness, and became a bit heavier.

  Is she really just going home to enjoy the holiday?

  Is this planned? The royal guard will **** the king here by sending the famous marshal of the kingdom back home?

  Then is this instructed by King Kessel? Or did he let it go? What does his move mean, what does he imply to himself? What does it mean for Sonia to appear here?

  Various thoughts flooded my mind. At this moment, Thales suddenly lost interest in talking with Sonia.

  The days when they ate and lived in the fortress six years ago are no longer clear.

  Only the bone ring "covenant" in the pocket is getting heavier and heavier.

  Sonia seemed to be aware, she glanced at Thales.

  "It's convenient to disclose, what is he looking for you?" Fortress Flower asked carelessly, the cigarette in her hand was already mostly burnt, and it was gradually dimming.

  She doesn’t seem to know.

  Or, she just pretended not to know?

Sonia Sutherley, she was indeed the benefactor who rescued you six years ago, but don’t forget—a voice rises from the bottom of my heart, carefully reminding Thales—she is also one of the three leaders of the kingdom. The head of the Kingdom's standing army.

   is the king’s sword.

  Tyles swallowed.

  What did the king say to Sonia? What do you instruct her to do? What effect will it have on him?

  What should he say, and what shouldn’t he say?

  I went to meet the candidates of my fiancée.

  I will destroy the guardian duke of the South Bank.

  What should he say?

   "On a business trip," Thales did not change his expression, his eyes passed through the smoke, "I have to go and do an errand."

   "On a business trip? I guess you will not go north to visit the old place of Broken Dragon Fortress?"

   Thales hesitated for a moment.

   "Don't worry, don't be nervous, I'm not interested in what you are going to do." Sonia smiled lightly, as if she could see through Thales' psychology.

  She inhaled fiercely for the last puff, and then she reluctantly dropped her cigarette butt.

   "Anyway, it's the old-fashioned infighting. It's either extortion or grabbing power. I can't get it."

  The old style.

   Thales exhaled.

  He thought of dragon blood, thought of King Sand, and thought of the mission he was granted by the king.

King Kessel ups and downs in the turbulent kingdom politics all day long, manipulating the situation, but as his sword, his generals, his real kingdom fortress, the fortress flower in front of him looks so cheerful and generous. atmosphere.

  How did she do it? The voice in his heart asked.

  This makes Thales a bit inexplicably jealous.

   "Yes, the same thing," the young Duke hummed softly, his words were full of indescribable complex emotions, "I can't do it either."

  (End of this chapter)