MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 655 Share the cold

   Chapter 655

If the experiences and moods of the parties are aside, last night’s battle banquet was undoubtedly very successful: grand scale, comprehensive hospitality, distinguished guests, warm atmosphere, and the fireworks at the end of the celebration are dreamlike, guests visiting the Kongming Palace Most of them are satisfied.

  In addition, as the heir to the kingdom, Duke Thales’ visits from a long distance proved the history and foundation of the Emerald City and even the entire South Bank in the kingdom, which made the Duke of Jan and the family of Kevin Deer shine bright.

As for Miss Hille’s costume attendance and finale, it was even more brilliant, stunning everyone, and the response was fierce. The attendees from all directions all praised and talked about it, bringing a fashion trend that is both mysterious and natural. .

  And from the moment Duke Janen announced the start of the celebration at zero hour, the entire Emerald City entered the carnival rhythm:

The pubs and hotels are full, and the bosses have to add seats outside the door, move out the food and beverages that have been stored three months in advance, and engage in seemingly preferential promotions and seemingly exclusive packages; bards take to the streets, Waving a tune in a crowded place can evoke a chorus of various accents, forcing more people to join in to overcome those out-of-tune howling ghosts; no matter how bad the skills are, no matter how bad the professionalism is on the streets Buskers, as long as you have a loud voice, sing and dance, be serious and welcome others with a smile, you can earn a round of applause and some comforting coppers no matter what;

The market vendors set up new stalls with festive and congratulatory goods. It is not a dream to stir up business with the atmosphere; the security officer patrols in the wharf area has increased significantly to deal with foreigners who have drunk troubles and fights. -This is a polite way of saying, because most of the time the locals drink heavily; the theater and circus owners in the Goddess District suffocated their energy and set the stage to the crossroads, close to their competitors; within 24 hours Actors of different batches took turns to perform in the most cruel but also the most dreamy way to perform the most important masterpieces of the year, and the people who stopped around and the frequency of their colorful sound were the most primitive and intuitive evaluations. , It is the most desired reward for playwrights and actors in this life;

It is rare for children to break free from the shackles of their homes, rushing to the streets to play games in groups, begging for food here, and accommodating accessories there. As long as they are not excessive, the owners and stall owners have the right to not see them, and they will even chase them. Horses with green hats followed the police officers out of the police. In special times, helpless civil servants could only laugh; couples, lovers, and family members held hands, or went out to play festively or excitedly or gracefully or dignifiedly. The various shows along the way can make them not home at twelve o'clock in the evening...

At night, even the most needy people want to light up the brightest lights, smiling and telling family members who go out to come back later, in order to wish the future bright and infinite, and the prospects are great; the rich people are even more igniting endless fireworks, At the cost of disturbing people’s sleep, the streets and urban areas were brightly illuminated, decorated with festive decorations, and boasted of wealth; the fire brigade in the guardhouse had to run back after the green hats’ horseshoes, while cursing these guys who set off fireworks in the prohibited zone. On the one hand, the police and overtime rewards during the celebration are five to ten times the daily...

  "Stop talking," Wiya poked at Nexi, who had just returned from the outside with a worried look, and was so happy that he was spitting and splashing, "Can't you see it?"

  In front of them, Thales put his hands on the windowsill and stared at the lively Emerald City, his expression gloomy as if dripping water.

   "Oh, yes, your Highness seems to be unhappy?" Nexi lowered his voice and reacted.

   "It seems to be-why do you say ‘again’?"

"Well, at first sight, I was quite satisfied with that lady," DD came in from the door with a bag of pork floss cakes bought from the market, and saw someone post one, "So the other way around Worry, how can I make up for the misfortunes caused these days and restore the relationship with my brother-in-law?"

   "Nonsense, is your Highness such a person?" Huaiya swallowed and took the cake.

"of course not."

  D.D has a strict meaning, and then his expression changed:

   "But their family is really rich, look at the banquet last night, the food is called a luxurious..."

  At this moment, Mallos opened the door, and following him were Glover and Miranda, as well as guards such as Cacqueret, who served as a guide and travel security for Thales.

  Huiya hurriedly stood up straight and threw the bitten cake back to Doyle’s bag. D.D threw the bag to Nehy, and Nehy hurriedly looked for a place to hide the bag-it was a pity that Mallos saw it.

  Thyls turned his head from the window sill with a serious expression.

   "Mira, zombie, I'm sorry to trouble you to run this trip."

  Golofo nodded and was about to speak.

   "Not at all, Your Highness," Miranda took off her dress and changed back to her daily outfit, looking radiant, "It's better than a banquet."

  The zombie frowned:

"I'm right."

  Thyls turned to the guest:

   "Guardian Caguire, you also worked so hard to take them to prison."

   Caguire’s vigilant officer smiled: "During the Emerald Celebration, my duty is to provide convenience to His Royal Highness, but if I need it, let it be driven."

  Tels nodded and looked at Miranda and Glover.

"How about it?"

"Cut the wrist," Miranda concluded. "Last night, before and after the celebration fireworks were set off, Dagori Moss had been sitting in the corner of the cell, with blood flowing down the wall into the drainage ditch, so no one noticed it. When the jailer and inmates found out, the people were already cold."

  Tels frowned:

   "Suicide?"

  Golofo gave a cold snort:

   "The prison guards think so."

  Kaguire quickly added:

   "By the way, Moss found a sharpened piece of wood in his arms, probably from the handle of the tableware, and it was still stained with blood. This is evidence of his slashing of his wrists."

   Thales was silent for a while.

   "Is it evidence?"

  The prince said solemnly: "Or is it the wrong guide left by others?"

  These words made everyone's heart sink.

  Sergeant Caguire heard this and couldn't help saying:

   "By the way, the jailers said that Moss has been very depressed these days. He knows what he has committed, and he knows that he will have no good fruit when he is caught off the net. Rather than suffer the crime alive and hurt his family, it would be better to..."

  Tales’ complexion does not change:

   "That's it? Suicide in fear of sin?"

  Golofo gave a cold snort:

   "No, those jailers are lying."

  Caguire’s expression changed.

   "The scene looks like suicide, but there are many doubts."

Miranda stepped forward, stretched out her wrist, and gestured to Thales: "There are two wrist arteries, one shallow and one deep, on either side of the thumb and thumb. Most people commit suicide by cutting their wrists and can only cut them off. The shallow branch on the side of the thumb is bleeding unpleasantly, and it can be rescued if it is found in time."

  "But the wound on Moss' hand was deeply visible, and even cut through the artery in the depth. He bleeds heavily in a short period of time, which is both low-key and effective."

  Miranda nodded her wrist:

   "Don't say he has only sharp pieces of wood in his arms, even if he uses a metal blade..."

  Speaking of this, she glanced at Mallos, which made the latter bewildered for a while.

  "This requires proficient and powerful techniques, and it also requires hard-hearted courage."

  Glover's eyes were sharp: "But the wine merchant has neither."

  Tels looked serious, and he exchanged glances with Mallos:

"Is it."

   Hearing this, Security Officer Kacquire was a little embarrassed, he hesitated, and finally took a deep breath and chose to speak.

   "Actually, I just couldn't talk too much about my colleagues in prison just now... But in that case, your Highness, yes, Ms. Allende is right."

  Tels' eyes moved:

   "Sergeant Caguire?"

"Before I was transferred to the Security Department, we had also worked in a prison. We have seen a lot of that kind of situation," Caguire sighed. "A prisoner died unexpectedly while being looked after. In order to shirk responsibility and keep their jobs, many jailers will unite. The caliber, it is determined to be suicide—I think that the wine merchant’s death is almost always a homicide, and then disguised as suicide."

   Thales' eyes moved: "In your opinion, who did it?"

  Caguire hesitated for a while:

"When Moss died, the prisoners present were habitual petty thefts. They were going to jail every few months, but within a few days of Moss' imprisonment, they came in again. It was a coincidence. "

   "You mean they did it? Why?"

  Caguire coughed:

"According to colleagues from the Police Department who pursued the Moss case, that wine merchant ruined many people's lives. Most of them were workers who were owed wages, farmers who owed money, and cooperators who had lost their money... and Moss arrived in the Emerald City, rich in clothes and food, huddled in front and back, and did not want to give them a copper."

  Tyles’ eyes were a little surprised:

   "Yes, he really owes a lot of people."

   Caguire continued:

"But the laws of the Emerald City are strict, and Moss is too cunning, and he can afford to hire a defender. What's more, he used to work up and down, contact old friends, cling to the powerful... His enemies may know that even in the trial court, there is no way to get justice. …"

  Thyls's thoughts moved:

   "Just take the risk and kill him for revenge?"

  Caguire shook his head:

   "I dare not say whether it is for revenge or debt collection, intentional killing or impulsive killing, but I must have no relationship with them."

D.D on the side of    couldn’t help but speak, “They dare to kill in the Emerald City? Are they still in prison?”

   "Because of the Emerald City and the prison."

   Caguire gave a salute.

"I am ashamed of this matter, but both the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood have such a way: If you want someone to disappear, you can't do it on the street, because there are endless troubles, so they usually deceive to the dock and make them drunk and fall into the water. To avoid tracing...it’s even more different when you go to jail. Suicide is a good cover."

  Malios asked suddenly:

   "So, is it that Moss' enemies hired murderers?"

  Caguire nodded and admitted:

   "It seems so right now, but how can I say it, if he doesn't cling to the powerful and powerful, he might not be so unlucky."

   "Why?" Thales asked strangely.

  Caguire glanced at Thales:

   "Moss's case involves many parties. As usual, he should be locked up in a small black room for severe interrogation, but because of his relationship with His Royal Highness..."

   "His Royal Highness Thales has nothing to do with him," Mallos reminded him expressionlessly, "They just met on the road, nothing more."

  Sergeant Caguire immediately changed his words:

   "Of course. In short, this wine merchant was transferred to a temporary cell for a petty criminal. The treatment was good, three meals a day, people chatting, and regular release... No, something went wrong."

  Tyles' eyes slowly focused.

   "You... If the Emerald City Security Department goes on track, can you find someone who hires the murderer?"

  Caguire first nodded, then showed embarrassment.

   "If you want to find it, of course you can find it, but, your Highness..."

  Tels looked at him.

"To put it bluntly, Moss, who usually dominates and squeezes workers, makes money and runs away, causing countless people to ruin their wives and scum. It is also worthy of the crime," the police officer coughed, "His Royal Highness. I've already suffered a loss on him once, why bother to go again... Whether it's for Moss himself, for those who have been trapped by him, or even for those who will be trapped by him in the future, it is better for him to die than to live."

   "The same is true for the Security Department, right?" Thales said suddenly.

  Caguire was a little confused, but Thales quickly smiled and motioned to Kong Muto to see him off:

  "I see, thank you very much for your help, Sir Vigilante."

  After Caguire left the room, Thales let out a long sigh:

   "So, Moss died in a vendetta, and he hired a murderer, do you believe it?"

  Everyone exchanged eyes with each other.

  Miranda kept looking at the direction of Cacquere’s departure, and snorted softly after hearing the words:

  "This guard is very slick, no wonder he will be assigned as your guide."

   "Mira?"

   Miranda turned around:

  "He knows the jailers very well, and he took us in to get familiar with the road. When Glover and I questioned, he always came out and justified the court.

"As for just now, when he saw that we judged that Moss was not suicide, he immediately turned around, showing a reluctant attitude, determined to tell his Royal Highness the truth, and told a plausible, labor-saving story-hiring vengeance and killing, both for the jailers. Excluding crime, also put an end to the case."

  D.D raised his arms:

   "I didn't forget to say a word in the middle, suggesting that Moss had a good relationship with your Highness, and ended up like this?"

   Thales shrugged.

  Malles sighed:

  "I guess, no one wants to commit a murder during the celebration, especially a sensitive figure caught between the duke and the prince, which also involves official negligence and economic disputes in other places."

   "As far as he inferred, no, the story he told..."

  Mirandamo touched his black gloves, his eyes moved slightly:

"Vendetta, which means that they don’t have to bother to investigate the motives of the murder to verify the evidence, because everything stems from the old grievances that Moss had asked himself before; hiring a murderer, that is to say, even if the'murderer' found in the end and the murderer No grudges and no grievances, they can also convict and close the case because it was hired to kill anyway."

   "If it is to be pursued, this should be the ‘argument’ that best suits the interests of all parties."

  Kong Muto closed the door and sighed slightly after hearing the words:

   "It's no wonder that the major police departments in the Emerald City are known for their high efficiency, high speed and high crime detection rate. Seeing them today, I really envied my colleagues."

  D.D spread out:

   "And he is indeed observing the law, how do you say that sentence,'Emerald City believes in justice and law'?"

  "Perhaps it is because I believe too much," Mallos' eyes flickered, "Law and justice are always on the same level, and they are equated. This is correct, and it is indeed the most ideal state, but in reality..."

  The watchman did not go on.

  "‘If you believe in the law too much, justice is at risk of being ignored, and if you believe in justice too much, the law may be trampled on.’"

  Everyone turned their heads together and looked at Huaiya who said these words, very surprised.

"Durant Empisiu's "Promises into Customs and Customs into Laws"," Huaiya returned to his senses, feeling baffled by everyone's gaze, "I was preparing for the Royal Guard's entrance exam recently. This is a morality test. Bibliography...what's wrong, don't you read a book while on duty?"

  Glover frowned, D.D rolled his eyes, Rolf snorted disdainfully, and Nech moved his body unconsciously, blocking the cake bag under his feet more tightly.

  Kongmuto shook his head and muttered in a low voice:

   "Worthy of being the son of the Caso family."

   "Okay, come back to the topic."

   Thales sighed, and took out the puppet bear:

  "Who killed Moss? Why? What impact did it have on us?"

  Glover took a deep breath: "The one who wants to kill him..."

  But Miranda spoke on the other side:

  "According to you, Moss was a secretly doing business for the Emerald City to earn money. Now he is bad and knows too much. The Duke of Iris wants to kill his mouth, which is very reasonable."

   Brother Luofo's expression froze.

  Tels nodded.

  Yes, this is reasonable.

   But, is it just that?

  Tels couldn't help but think of the girl from last night.

  Moreover, Moss has another identity...an identity that cannot be declared to the public.

   "But Jayne promised me," Thales frowned. "He said that he will keep Moss's life, and to observe."

   "Maybe, but that was before Miss Hille appeared." D.D replied subconsciously.

  But he soon realized that everyone turned to him immediately, with playful eyes, especially the prince's eyes are the most special.

   "Uh, sorry." D.D had to take a step back.

   "Maybe we shouldn't delve into it."

  Unexpectedly, it was Mallos who spoke.

"With all due respect, in the eyes of the public, Moss was imprisoned as a'businessman following the prince'," the watchman said cautiously. "Now that he is dead, it is not a bad thing for your Highness. ."

   "And it's too deep... I'm afraid we will get a bad reputation again."

  Too deep...

  But Thales thought of something.

  "Caguire said, Moss died at about midnight last night?"

  Miranda nodded: "That's what they said."

   "At that time, was the Kongming Palace setting off fireworks?"

   Mallos frowned: "What's the matter?"

  Tales took a deep breath:

  "Caguire also said that Moss was running up and down the Emerald City, contacting old friends and clinging to the powerful?"

  Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what His Highness was thinking.

   "Tor, check it out, who exactly did Moss contact with before he met me."

  Malles startled:

   "Your Highness?"

   "I know, you don't want me to go into it," Thales grabbed the puppet bear in his hand, his eyes stunned, "but, there is something here..."

  Need to clarify.

  Malios sighed upon seeing this:

"I see."

  After everyone left, Thales collapsed on the bed, only to feel a splitting headache.

  King, Secret Branch, Emerald City, Jan, Hille, Emerald Celebration, Moss...

  Sunset.

  Instructed Mallos who finished today’s itinerary to come forward and care:

  "How are you?"

  "It’s okay, but it’s been a long time since I haven’t done this. You don’t have to do it yourself. Just move your mouth and your subordinates can bring you the feeling of results."

   "Very good," Mallos nodded, quite relieved, "This shows that you have finally found your place, and you don't want to sneak up on the roof in the middle of the night."

   Thales exhaled:

  "By the way, Thor, remind me, what do I do on the first day of the Emerald Celebration?"

"On this day in history, the'Southern' Hyman I and Queen Regina stepped into the temple of sunset, witnessed the oath before the gods, and formed a marriage," Mallos replied slowly, "Therefore, today is the grandfather of the Emerald Festival. On the day of prayer, both the temple and the church will hold their own activities to contact the believers, attract the public, and promote the faith in the sunset."

  "Popular?"

  Tyles ignited hope: "Is it all right for me?"

  Malles has a turn:

"As for the upper class of the Emerald City, headed by the duke, they have to go to the altar of the Temple of Sunset to participate in public prayers, to offer sacrifices to the goddess of the sunset, then to the church of the Sunset Church, to listen to sacrifices and priests' sermons, and a series of religious ceremonies... Of course, the most important thing is that you must appear in front of the people to show your devotion and respect to the goddess of sunset."

  Tels rubbed his face in pain.

   "Tor, can I send you on my behalf?"

  Malios narrowed his eyes, looked at him for several seconds, then fished out the puppet bear on the bed and turned to leave.

   "You have five minutes to dress, Your Highness."

   "Don't be late."

  ——

  My brothers, friends and comrades-in-arms, the second prince of the Star Kingdom and Duke of Star Lake, Polaris, Your Excellency Thales Canxing:

  See Xinruhui.

  After seven years, I always think about it, forgive you for your safety, and forgive you for greetings.

  Although separated by many oceans, I also heard about the North Star in the Blood Sea Palace:

  Go north alone to stop the army front, and the sky is broken and the earth is split to witness Wang Xie.

  Wang Yan duel to save his life, brave and extraordinary to break into the palace.

Others may marvel at your youthful accomplishments, express your superhuman courage, or even question the authenticity of such deeds, but in the name of my father, I assure you, Thales, your loyal friend, Kotlin of the Blood Sea Throne Na Corleone is never among them.

In fact, I am not surprised by your legendary deeds, let alone surprised, and even feel that compared with the words on paper, your real experience should be only a lot more. Among them, the strangeness is even more extraordinary. You can think of it seven years ago. , The experience of fighting side by side with you in the northern birch forest has made me realize that there are heroes from time to time, and you are born to make waves.

  However, great heroes are bound to accompany endless sorrow. I believe that after experiencing the wind and rain, you have already felt some feelings about this, let alone revival palace is full of ancient meaning, I should give you more thoughts.

  Unfortunately, such troubles are destined to be unable to talk to others, because only the same people can understand the difficulty of being in their place and playing chess.

  Measuring time, you should be in the Emerald City when you present this letter. The city of unknown queens, can it be like a king? Prosperity, can it be in the eyes of the king? Matching in-laws, can you meet the king? The palace is empty, can you feel at ease?

A century ago, the "Parrot" Federico Kevin Dier sent the envoy to the Blood Sea Throne, opening the blood fangs and iris to communicate with each other, linking sea trade, and communicating politics. It is precisely because of this that the Corleone family has a century of history. From a closer look, I have a deep experience, and I also know that Kongming Palace is difficult to distinguish, complex and special, crowning the stars and even the Westland.

In my opinion, from the parrot father Federico to the shofar male Cork, from the old lady to the queen Bella, to the recent Leinster, the Sonar brothers, and even the current generation of Kevin Deere, a member of the Iris family Generations of people have their own personalities, but they also have commonalities that cannot be ignored: shrewd, forbearing, tough, sensitive, tough, deep in the city, and greed that is hidden deep in their hearts, I am afraid they have not even known it.

  I hope you know that it is this kind of person who made the Emerald City, and it is this kind of person who is facing you.

  Of course, I know that you have always been smart, smart, adaptable, smart, and have your own means to deal with iris.

Half a year ago, Jayne Kevin Deere wrote me a letter. In addition to renewing his request to restore the relationship, he also mentioned our common enemy, my sly and vile sister, who is accustomed to deceiving and bewitching. The family humiliation of Fangs, the evil Serena Corleone.

  As far as I know, Serena is still active in Westland, and she also appeared in Exter's war to quell the Freedom League not long ago. I am not surprised. With her bad personality, she is bound to be unwilling to be resigned, and creating chaos to find opportunities from it has always been her masterpiece, just like the conspiracy she used against us back then.

I also heard that she had climbed up to our relatives in Xilu, and dazzled with the ambitious of the six clans of the feast. To be honest, upon hearing this, I did not know whether it was my sister or my relatives in Xilu, even more unfortunate, but insatiable, It is bound to perish on its own.

  However, Thales, there is no need to doubt. With Serena's extreme habit and personality, she will come to you one day to repay your hatred that frustrated her conspiracy.

I don’t think you, as one of the people who have faced her, need to be warned of her dangers, but I worry that she will take advantage of the situation and situation you are facing to enter when you are in trouble. Don't believe any of her words and deeds at that time.

  Please remember: Based on the past of you and her, Serena’s purpose of warm words to you is to use and revenge, and nothing else.

   Fortunately, you are not alone, Thales, we stand together at this point, and I don’t want my evil sister to hurt my ally, just as she hurts me.

  Star and night should be born with each other to spend the cold together.

  Finally, Thales, although you are based on the earth, you can raise your head to the stars. When it’s sunset and night, you can reach out and explore.

  Just as I walk in the dark, but I open my eyes and look at each other, and what I see in my eyes is full of stars, reflecting the road ahead like the day.

  For this, you have to grasp the power in your hand and use it when necessary to expand it. This is the best way to solve the dilemma and avoid defeat.

This letter should be delivered to you by my most trusted adjutant, Le Corleone himself. He is restrained but keen, knowledgeable and reliable. He also has the ability to respond to changes. I entrust him to him. You brought my gift, I hope you can recognize:

  Even though the old ideas are difficult to settle, hatred and separation are ultimately detrimental to survival. An Emerald City that is friendly to us and trusts each other should meet our common expectations.

  I hope you like my gift.

  May your bloodline be forever, just like the empire will live forever.

  ——Your sister, old friend and comrade-in-arms,

  ——The faithful and trustworthy Cortlinna L.A. Van Corleone who faced the disaster with you,

  ——Written in the Nightmare Castle in the Kingdom of Night, in the Palace of the Sea of ​​Blood

   And again: Time flies, you should grow up, and your teeth should be replaced by a round. It reminds me of my previous two teeth. I don’t know where they are.

  (End of this chapter)