Kingdom's Bloodline-Chapter 635 White eagle

Chapter 635 White Eagle

"Thank you, I’m fine, it’s okay, but I have to... **** it, not long after this chair was ordered..."

Tyles took Miranda's hand and struggled from the broken chair with strength.

Miranda quietly looked at the boy in front of him—maybe he is a teenager now, watching him with a rich expression and embarrassed pulling a chair that fell apart.

This reminded her of the Haoyue Temple seven years ago, the little boy who was standing on a wooden box covered with dirt, but still waving his immature fists and shouting "Are you here?"

Miranda slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Well, I give up, next time I have to let them find another carpenter..." After a while, Thales could only helplessly raise his hands and declare the chair's end of life.

The moment the young duke looked up, Miranda’s smile disappeared:

"Now, Your Highness, can we get back to the subject?"

The topic.

"What? Oh, yes, yes, so what we just said is..."

【Do you want to marry me? 】

Thinking of this, Thales' expression was solemn, and his voice became low:

"Are you kidding me, Ms. Miranda Allende?"

Marry Miranda?

It feels like... a bargaining chip he used to threaten others, eh, has it come true?

In the next second, he seemed to see Rafael Lindbergh appear in front of him, his eyes glowing red and a sneer with malicious intent.

This made Thales' face tightened.

Faced with the tense-looking Duke, Miranda looked as usual and calm as before:

"No, this is not a joke. Even if it is, it's not funny."

It seems that you know it too.

At that moment, Thales had countless thoughts in his mind (including "She is avenging me in partnership with that desolate kid"), and he took a deep breath and straightened his back.

"Well, if it's not a joke, then my suggestion is: I first go to the Valencian Nursing and Mallos, and maybe also Stuo from the logistics wing. We have to meet to study and study the livelihood issues around Star Lake Castle, especially It’s the quality supervision of traditional handicraft products. By the way, dispose of this chair—or the rest of it.”

Miranda did not speak.

"As for you, Ms. Arund, who visited from the standing barracks of Broken Dragon Fortress, serves as a typical example of promoting the fish and water conditions of the military and the civilians and the heart and heart of the central and northern regions. Go to the back kitchen and ask for a cup of yerba mate, and then..."

Thales waved his hand and pointed to the door resolutely and decisively:

"Come to me when you wake up."

Just kidding, this duke is in an important position, with a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, he has a lot of opportunities, and he has far-reaching events such as the end of the world and coccygeal pain to deal with...

But Miranda did not leave.

Instead, she looked at Thales from head to toe, as if checking the goods.

"But you haven't answered me yet."

The female swordsman speaks coldly, her eyes are compelling:

"You, Thales Canxing, do you want to be my husband?"

My fucking——

No, no, no.

Tyles took a deep breath and kept reminding himself that he is now the Duke of Xinghu, and he must maintain his due politeness and demeanor, and pay attention to the rhythm of speaking:

"I'm **** your sister."

Miranda was suddenly startled, but I don’t know why.

But the next second, Thales grabbed the female swordsman's arm and pulled her aside.

"Are you crazy?"

Tyles lowered his voice and looked at the door warily:

"I'm married to you? Do you know that just saying this will cause an uproar? Can Xing and Aaron, Fuxing Palace and the North, the relationship here..."

"Do you know what will happen to the words spoken here? Do you know who is responsible for collecting and processing these news and public opinions in the Kingdom's Secret Department?"

Miranda looked at him, her expression unchanged, but slowly let go of the hilt.

"You are the same as before, Your Royal Highness," the female swordsman snorted coldly. "When you get nervous, you will be more talkative. It's just crazy things that others don't understand."

I am nervous? I talk too much?

That's the "Prince's Ass" that you haven't seen before.

Tels had originally looked cold, but when he looked at Miranda, he remembered the scene of them living and dying together, especially when he remembered her life experience and the misfortune of her father, he couldn't help sighing.

"All right."

Tels pulled her to the window, as far as possible from the door, and then let out an impatient breath:

"Let's talk about it, what happened, is it the anniversary of the breakup or the retaliatory derailment, are you so anxious to have a new love?"

Miranda stared at him carefully, frowning.

"Hey! Don't be Mr. Raphael Lindbergh sneaking up on Red Square Street."

Thales clapped his palms, and sarcastically said with an old and comforting mood: "As a result, I left records and witnesses. You found out. I want to break up?"

Seeing Thales back and forth deliberately used another name to divert the subject, Miranda snorted coldly.

"It has nothing to do with him."

Tels shrugged:

"Of course, sorry, my fault, I forgot that you are an independent girl, so no matter what you encounter, you will not punish yourself for the faults of others, especially your ex-boyfriend, and you will not bother others—"

But Miranda looked cold. She took out a letter and a portrait from her bag and snapped it into Thales’ arms:

"It's about you."

Tels was stunned.

He lowered his head and opened the letter in his arms:

"This is……"

"A greeting letter from you'personally'."

Miranda disdainfully said:

"Not only did they elaborate on the seven-hundred-year friendship between the two families of Canstar and Allende, including many of the best friends, marriage and matchmaking, and then praised my family's reputation, appearance, and achievements, but also kindly asked about it. In order to improve my physical health and spiritual mood, I finally quoted an ancient love poem to express your longing for me, lamenting the loneliness and loneliness you have been single for many years. By the way, I asked for a recent portrait of me."

At that moment, Thales petrified in place.

The endless majesty and coldness before him suddenly turned into embarrassment and embarrassment.

"This, maybe just, everyday..."

Miranda ignored him, and went on to say:

"Bachelor Alpasoni said that according to kingdom tradition, this is the de facto ‘marriage notice’."

Tels swallows unnaturally:

"Actually, no, so..."

"Of course, Lord Bustamante removed all the polite language and rhetoric and helped me to sum up a sentence," Miranda glanced at him diagonally:

"Do you not breed?"

It's really my problem.

Thales put down the letter blankly, and the room was completely silent.

Kaiser Canxing, this Duke does not share the sky with you.

"That, dear Miss Allende."

Tyles tried to ignore the furious war-god Thales who was bursting with magic power in his mind to destroy the world, and curbed the urge to enter the Fuxing Palace again, smiled, gentle and amiable:

"If I said, this is what my father meant, and I knew nothing about this thing in advance-oh, it's really good to draw me-would you believe it?"

"What does your father mean?"

Miranda stared at him, her sharp gaze seemed to see through more things.

After a while, she took off her saber, propped it with one hand, and sat on the window sill.

"I believe."

Tels breathed a sigh of relief, and let the red-eyed Raphael dissipate in the bottom of his heart.

"Ah that, now that the misunderstanding has been solved... In fact, I am preparing for a long trip, so why don't we talk about it later..."

"Then Thales Canxing," Miranda said again. This time, she was extremely serious, "Do you want me to be your queen?"

Tels paused again.

Fuck.

Thales sighed, now that he has no power, he can only show a helpless smile: "You have asked this question."

"I didn't," Miranda said coldly, "they are different questions."

Thales’ smile disappeared.

It seems that at this moment, everything is different.

"Which part is different?"

Tyles leaned back and sat on the desk: "Is it'mine' or'queen'?"

Miranda looked at him for a while, then shook her head lightly.

"It's a pity, if your marriage is true, it can solve many problems, from jurisdiction to inheritance."

Thyls was silent when he heard the words.

Can solve many problems...

The key is, what is the problem?

"You don't want to sit there."

Thyls looked at Miranda who was leaning on the window sill, and said dullly:

"When the sun was the most poisonous, a few cats were accustomed to going outside the window of my study room to cool off. The food and water in those bowls were prepared to feed them, lest they get into the house and enter the house."

cat?

Miranda frowned, and she saw several bowls by the window.

Thales folded his arms and sighed: “If they find that the old place is occupied, they, especially the treacherous old black cat, will be upset, and then they should start to give me a headache.”

Miranda was silent for a while.

"It's okay, that's why I carry a sword."

Tels frowned and said:

"Sword? Uh, is this a bit too cruel?"

"Will it be more cruel than the problems you encountered at the royal banquet?"

"Forehead……"

"What's wrong?"

Tels took a deep breath and said seriously:

"Well, Ms. Allende, what I just said was not a political metaphor, but a literal meaning-there will really be cats here to visit!"

Miranda was immediately stunned.

After this episode, the two men with their own concerns fell silent again.

Until Miranda speaks again:

"By the way, I went to Sunset Temple a while ago and met Aunt Li Xiya."

"Li Xi——who?"

Miranda didn’t care about Thales:

"Megan also was present at the sacrifice. For your face, they had something inconvenient to say directly to the prince, ask me to bring it."

Megan Sacrifice...

Some words to the prince...

Thales was taken aback.

"I'm writing, I'm really writing!"

The prince subconsciously pointed to the theology transcript on the table: "Tell her, I can hand it in tomorrow!"

"Not that!" Miranda gave him a contemptuous look.

She sternly said:

"Megan Sacrifice said that the inspection period inside the temple is approaching. If you understand Sister Nia and don’t want her to be in a hurry, you can quickly return the three books stolen from the restricted area."

Um?

Forbidden book area, stolen, stolen...

Tyers, who was relieved, his smile froze on his face.

"One is "Gonghai City Enlightenment Collection", and "The Secret Exorcism Record", the last one is..."

Miranda took out a note:

""The Top Secret Notes of the Chief Priest of Petruzeli", wait, Petruzeli, is it the chief priest of the setting sun in the era of King Ascend? The one who presided over the sacrifice to the gods--"

"Thank you!"

Tels grabbed the note and smiled strongly:

"I know now!"

Miranda pouted.

"Aunt Li Xiya also said that if you want to borrow some books next time, you don’t have to be a thief, you can speak bluntly—rest assured, she won’t tell your father."

Tels seemed to feel his face burning.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Until Miranda speaks to break the silence.

"I heard Wiya say that you are going to patrol the south?"

"Which Wyeah—oh, you mean that Wyeah," Thales nodded and sighed slightly, "Yes, it's obvious that everyone is busy working on this."

"Since I have received such a famous "unsuitable room and unsuitable home" people like me...I guess, many lords in the south should have also got your "bringing or not"?"

Many lords in the south...

Thales showed an expression of eating a fly.

"Father's order is hard to violate about this." He sarcastically said.

"And the king's fate is even more unchangeable." Miranda's cold voice made Thales' heart cold.

What does she want to say?

Thales sternly said:

"Listen, Miranda—sorry, it's Ms. Allende. I am grateful that you came to see me, and I am also sorry that my business has caused you inconvenience, but if nothing else..."

"Enough, I don't want to go in circles with you anymore."

Miranda interrupted him straightforwardly, and Thales was startled by the next sentence:

"I'm here to help you."

"Help, help me? Please forgive me, I don't understand it very well."

Miranda glanced at him, only one glance, as if everything was clear to her chest.

But Thales was very nervous.

"Don't pretend, you are definitely not going to the South this time for a blind date," the female swordsman said affirmatively, "according to your habits, wherever you go-the royal capital, the fortress, the Longxiao city, the Western Wilderness-neither It will be peaceful."

Ah?

Tels was taken aback for a moment, and then he unwillingly picked up the chair: "Xinghu Castle is very peaceful."

Only a few mice died.

Add two more chairs at most.

But Miranda ignored him:

"No matter what you are going to do that is inconvenient to talk about, you need reliable and competent personnel, preferably acquaintances who have worked together, or even been born and died together."

"So, this journey, I will go with you."

Inconvenient activities...

Damn, what does she know?

At that moment, Thales and Miranda's eyes crossed.

"Since you don't like going around in circles, Miss Arund," Thales doubted, "I know our experience in Longxiao City is unforgettable, but our friendship doesn't seem to be good enough to help each other out?"

Miranda did not answer immediately, but stared at him closely. Her eyes were different from those of others, calm, indifferent, sharp, and with a detachment.

By the way, the Duke suddenly remembered that although the girl in front of him is a star, Aaronde is born in the north. Many times Thales can't help forget this, and treat her more as a typical "imperial guy". ".

Finally, Miranda spoke softly:

"If you have to have a reason, Cohen told me that the prince is in a difficult situation and urgently needs help, but it is a pity that there is not enough manpower around him-or to quote his original saying, ‘all idiots’."

"Cohen?"

Thyls was taken aback when he heard the words.

He asked Miranda to come?

He subconsciously asked what he was thinking: "He, how is he doing?"

"Very good," Miranda said solemnly, "First I was transferred from the Highway Maintenance Section to the Archives Management Office, and my daily work changed from sweeping the floor to drinking tea..."

Yes, thanks to me.

Tels felt a little guilty.

Perhaps, maybe it's time to get involved and transfer him to Xinghu Castle, right to compensate?

"...Until he kept organizing files without sleep, and uncovered a lot of suspicious old files, involving a large number of retired police officers and magistrates who were enjoying their twilight years, and even many former high-ranking officials. His boss had no choice but to He transferred to the Guard School under the Knights Academy to train backup guards."

After a second of deliberation, Thales decided to reluctantly give up his love and let Cohen continue to practice more in the Security Department.

"I see."

Tales felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"I have to say, I am very grateful and honored, but, but you are Chief Sonia’s right-hand man and subordinate, if I abduct you, she won’t..."

"She will," Miranda interrupted him, "Sir, she will understand."

She understands better than anyone.

Miranda stared at the window.

Thales paused for a second.

"Are you serious?"

"Are you coming... to help me?"

"I have no habit of lying."

"So you are not good at lying-at least not as good as you think."

At that second, Miranda's eyes were sharp!

The Duke of Xinghu took a deep breath, feeling the tone in the room getting deeper and deeper.

"You didn't come here under the trust of Cohen."

Tyles straightened her posture and looked at her seriously:

"It's not because he doesn't want to help me, but even if he gives that stupid 20 more brains, he can't think of, let alone say,'The prince is in a difficult situation and needs help.'"

Miranda's brows tightened.

"In Longxiao City seven years ago, you could not fool Child Ullard with this Eagle Flying," the Duke of Xinghu looked at her coldly, "Seven years later, you can't fool me. "

"So, I have to ask again, and again for the last time."

There was a chill in Thales’ words:

"Ms. Allende, why are you here and come'help me'?"

Miranda leaned against the window, silent.

is like a winter plum facing the wind and snow.

But Thales is also very patient.

Finally, the female swordsman spoke blankly:

"Because I am tired."

"What are you tired of?"

Miranda looked up suddenly!

"Waiting," she said coldly, "I'm tired of waiting, tired of waiting for change, tired of drifting along with the crowd, I'm tired of being a happy, poor, innocent, and unconscious and sad woman."

Like the past two decades.

Miranda couldn't avoid it, and met the prince's eyes.

Happiness, pity, innocence, and contentment, these words...

Thales frowned slowly.

"what are you saying?"

Miranda sneered:

"everything."

She turned her head and looked at the star lake in the sun.

"Seven years ago, my father went to jail for privately harming foreign dignitaries, that is, the hapless Prince Exeter."

"But everyone in the circle knows that the crimes of the'Iron Eagle' Val Allende are far more than this: he deliberately conspired to collude with foreign enemies, committed an appalling crime of treason, and almost harmed the creatures in the north, leaving the kingdom unrested and his sins. The debt is so heavy that there is no room for punishment."

Thales remembered the Hall of Stars seven years ago, remembered the scene in which the war was approaching and the officials forced the palace, and did not speak.

Miranda’s words became more depressing:

"The Allende family was hit by this blow, its majesty was ruined, and its reputation was ruined. I don't know how many ridicules it has suffered in the past seven years. The family of powers that have been friends with each other are more eager to keep a distance from the cold castle and draw a clear line."

She frustrated and said:

"The fact is that our family name is gradually dimming, and the Northern Territory no longer looks up at the white eagle on the summit of Winterless Peak."

Thales spoke in a low voice, but his heart was faintly disturbed: "I'm sorry."

"It's not necessary," Miranda categorically denied, "Since we have done it, then we should bear the consequences. This is what we deserve."

Tyles looked at her, but thought of the Archduke Exeters in the Palace of Valor in another kingdom.

"So that's why you came to me and even wanted to work for me."

"Do you want to take advantage of the power of the Duke of Xinghu to regain the glory of the white eagle?"

Miranda nodded, but shook her head again.

"More than just."

She stared at her:

"You know, you know what else he did."

he?

he.

For some reason, Thales understood: she was not talking about Duke Val.

I saw Miranda leave the window sill and walked slowly towards Thales.

Step on.

Her voice is calm, but her words are heartfelt:

"He kept my father-although he took the blame-in prison for seven years, neither taking his life, nor depriving him of his title and status, and at the same time demonstrated the king's mercy and the cruelty of the Palace of Revival."

Step on.

"He never stated clearly that I, the legal legitimacy of a female first heir, nor did he admit that other Aarond bloodlines have the right to replace them, leaving us to disputes and family gaps."

Step on.

The female swordsman of Allende seems to have a certain rhythm in her steps. Every step she takes deepens her aura and complements what she said:

"He never mentioned and approved my marriage, and even dismissed the proposal of a caring person, making me gradually become the one in the Northland. The more procrastinated, the more fascinating and attractive the fruit of power to pick."

Step on.

"He also incited Zemuto and Forrese, gave small favors, and encouraged their ambitions, so that these two northern families, second only to Arund, thought they could replace the position of Winterberg in front of the Palace of Rejuvenation."

Step on.

Thyls only felt that the crime of Hell River was just about to move. A certain strong premonition made him take a deep breath and interrupt the other party:

"The geography of the northern border is critical, and the folk customs are fierce. The Fuxing Palace naturally needs to be cautious when dealing with related matters..."

"Yes!"

Miranda snapped, interrupting him.

"The Northern Territory has a special status, and many traditions are different from the kingdom's inland. One of them is that the lords of the Northern Territory do not have to follow the eldest son inheritance system of the "Eland Law", and can even follow the legacy of the Northern Territory and choose the sages to inherit, which is quite special."

"Or to use the words of the inlanders-savagely backward."

The relic of the Northland.

Thales suddenly remembered the black sand collar, and remembered how Charman Rumba got the throne.

"But I know his plan," Miranda turned around, sternly, "You know, too."

"He took advantage of the differences and disputes in the inheritance system, and also used my gender, just hanging me, hanging the Allende family, and hanging the entire northern territory."

"In order to lead the story with the blade again, in the name of the royal family, implement his laws in the north, spread his authority, convey his will, and appoint officials close to the royal family until the unruly cold fort is as he wishes. After Broken Dragon Fortress, it became the second northern camp of Fuxing Palace."

Miranda finally stopped and stopped right in front of Thales.

She faintly said:

"The proud white eagle until the summit of the Winter Peak becomes a parrot in a pet birdcage."

Tels could not help but sigh long.

"So now, I, Miranda Allende, the daughter of the duke, has become the sacrifice of the kingdom, the abandoned son of history, and the obstacle of the north-my identity is not high, my rights are hanging in the balance, my future Obscure."

Miranda snorted coldly:

"You deserve to be a father and son, he, like you, knows how to use women, especially women who are disadvantaged, right?"

Tyles' eyes moved.

she……

He resisted the urge to refute, but he couldn't stop the depression.

So, Miranda, you are here for this trip, for...

At this moment, Thales only perceives a deep sorrow.

"And I'm just... bored." Miranda said blankly.

Thales sighed:

"So you just asked me if you want you to be my queen-you are looking for... a way out."

Miranda's face turned dark, she nodded:

"Yes, this is indeed the fastest and most labor-saving way to solve problems."

But she immediately sharpened her eyes:

"But I believe that you have not been stupidly short-sighted yet, you can only see my value as a wife and mother."

Listening to her words, Thales remembered the brief encounter with the shackled Northland Duke, Val Allende, the "Iron Eagle" at the royal banquet:

【Please do me a favor: don't marry her. 】

【If you have to marry, don’t leave seeds in her belly. 】

Duke Val, you foresee this scene, you know it will happen, right?

You know your daughter, you know she is Aaron.

is the white eagle in the north.

Under the extreme cold, she may retreat temporarily, but she will not be dumb for a long time, let alone bow her head forever.

"So, what do you want?" Thales asked softly.

"Huh, what do I want?"

Miranda repeated these words, and she slowly leaned down and met Thales' eyes.

"It's easy."

"I am the descendant of the White Eagle Allende, and the blood flowing in my veins is the cruel blood of the First Marshal under the Throne of Rejuvenation, the cruel blood of the'Sorrowful Eagle' Nolan Nur Allende, 700 years ago."

She said solemnly:

"I went back and forth between the Fortress and Broken Dragon Fortress, fighting the Yankees for nine years. Every general, captain, soldier, messenger, cook and porter in the fortress, and even the prostitutes in the villages outside the fortress. We all know me."

Miranda’s expression became more determined:

"I am even a subordinate and comrade-in-arms of the fortress flower. Regardless of fame, ability, identity, experience, or familiarity with the north, I am after her, as the kingdom’s northern barrier, the best and strongest substitute and Successor."

At this second, Miranda's eyes are sharp as a knife.

"Looking at the kingdom, no one is more worthy of the title of Duke of the North than me."

Her voice is frosty.

"No one is more qualified to rule that ancient land than me."

Her words are as heavy as a mountain.

"There is no one who can use any reason to prevent me from defending or even taking back the things that belong to me."

Thales did not speak.

At that moment, he was in a trance, as if returning to the small Ballard room.

【In order to defeat them, Your Majesty, you must change your strategy...You need them to jump out, stand out, and show up. 】

Now, they jumped out.

Tels trembled in his heart.

He slowly raised his head to meet Miranda's resolute expression.

This day comes so fast.

At this moment, "Gurtaksa" was in his front pocket, as light as nothing.

【And I will give you an unexpected great help, help you see through them, disintegrate them, and ultimately-destroy them. 】

That night, when he reached an agreement with King Kessel, Thales knew the cost of doing so.

Or rather, he thought he knew.

He thought.

"Now, what do you think?"

Thinking about it, the daughter of Allende’s family watched him:

"Polaris?"

(End of this chapter)