Vol 2 Chapter 297: Game in the carriage

Chapter 297 Game in the Car
Never underestimate the timidity of the people of the North.
This is six years ago, after the game of death in the Palace of the Spirit, Putil told Tells that the Prince of the time was deeply convinced.
But at this moment, looking at King Chaman, who was sitting still in the carriage, Taylors was surprised to find that he still did not understand the weight of this sentence.
King Chaman looked at him coldly, his eyes revealing the meaning of the examination.
Just like six years ago, they met for the first time.
In six years, Taylors has imagined countless times: The terrible new king stood at the highest point of the Black Sand City, looking at the direction of Longyan City with a cold look, and slowly issued a dangerous order against the Prince of Stars. .
But even if Taylors racked his brains and exhausted his mind, he couldn't imagine it. Their reunion after six years would be such a scene.
"you……"
Tyres widened his eyes and couldn't believe the facts at hand: "Are you crazy?"
King Chaman did not answer, his eyes were cold.
Taylors looked around subconsciously and looked around.

You don’t have to worry,
said Chaman’s cold and vicissitudes:
Only me and you.

There is only a small window in the dark compartment with a gray one-way leached glass.
The Dagong guards, led by Justin, and the prince’s own guards, were still around, and surrounded the black sand collar of a dozen soldiers.
Tyres no longer looked around, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and run his brain.
What is the current situation?
Rumba, personally come to Longyan City?
Moreover, the most important thing is...
Tyres stared at the King of Chaman in front of him, unknowingly seeing cold sweat.
None of the people of Exeter knew that the rulers of the entire kingdom were hiding their names and hiding in this small ambassador headed by Viscount Camby.
In other words...
The prince swallowed a mouthful of water and gnawed his teeth. "Do you know that the last one was overconfident and proud, leaving the heavy guards, and personally going to the dangerous place of Exeter to cheer the king?"
Tyres experienced the initial shock, and he frowned and adjusted his tone to the most natural state:
"Give you a hint: his name begins with N."
King Chaman snorted softly and did not discern emotions.
"Of course, I know him, I am too familiar with him - I listened to his story from an early age, looked up at his image and grew up, unlike you, only met him for a short day."
Tyres frowned slightly, remembering the unforgettable old king.
"So I know that if he didn't do that that year, the end would be even worse." The new king is faint.
Tyres took a deep breath and knew that the other party was threatening. He was determined not to talk nonsense and hit the subject.
"All I have to do now is a shout," said Teres, leaning back on the carriage and calmly opening his mouth: "The famous Chaman I will evaporate from this world. Like the melting snow in the early spring, there will be no traces left. Next - neither Camida or Croy's can save you."
He narrowed his eyes and tried to observe the king's expression in dim light: "And the Regency Regency will probably happily shed tears to tell the whole country: the black sand collar's mission was unfortunately confronted with robbers on the way home."

Long Haocheng deplores this.

Snapped!
The king's hand was tightly photographed on the scabbard.
According to the ears of Nie Lai and Wyah in the past six years, Tyres firmly stared at the shoulders of Rumba, while the hand moved back to the thighs intentionally or unconsciously, close to the JC dagger at the waist.
In a small car, the long sword will only be a burden, and...
Tyres glanced at the door with Yu Guang: I saved the car when I first saved out of the car.
However, his imaginary scene did not happen after all.
King Chaman moved forward, and his sharp, cold scorpion looked straight at Taylors, putting pressure on the latter.
"Really," the king nodded slowly. "If I don't know how to die here, no one knows, I can't be blamed, I have no words, I can't clean up the consequences. There is nothing more than what the domestic big men dreamed of." Alright."
King Chaman gently tapped the old scabbard between his knees.
Hey, hey, hey.
"Longyan City will probably be able to breathe a sigh of relief. The hatred of the mouth cannot be declared to wash the snow. The threat in front of us is lifted."
"All the Grand Dukes who participated in the election of the king, Ronnie, Lecco... can also be liberated from the heavy shackles and burdens."
"A struggle between the deviant kings and the Grand Dukes has come to an end, and Exeter, who has been disturbed in six years, has reverted to the old view."
Hey, hey, hey.
The king's eyes narrowed slightly, as if to see Taylors more clearly, only to listen to him slowing down the speed, one sentence: "And that special star prince, no need to worry about his most dangerous enemy."
Taylor's throat was fretting, and the young prince was not willing to look at the enemy.
The sound of King Chaman's scabbard suddenly stopped.
His face suddenly cooled down.
"but……"
Oh shit.
I know that there is a "but".
Tyles snorted in the bottom of his heart, remembering that he often used this word to make a girl, splashing cold water when she was most elated, and letting her leave the scene with anger, could not help but think of the phrase "retribution is not good" words.
"If you do that, the self-made prince may have won this game, but will eventually lose the whole game."
I saw the King’s majesty and coldly said:
Let you, the female grandfather with you, lose everything.

Taylors made a slight meal.
He gently squeezed his fist and wondered.
what?
Myself, female grandfather? Clean?
"Do you want to see the head of the female grandfather pierced by a spear and stand on the wall of Longyan City?"
Just listen to the king faintly said: "Though you are crying for help, kill me here - don't hesitate."
At that moment, the air in the carriage became thick and stagnate.
Tyres clenched his lower lip and sucked in a sigh of relief.
"What do you mean, Lombard?"
The prince bit his teeth: "What do you want?"
Taylors saw that the unspoken King Chaman seldom raised his mouth.
"It seems that you have done a good job in Longyan City for six years," King Chaman leaned back and looked indifferently: "My people have a return every year: the relationship between the female grandfather and the prince is very close, like Lovers."
Tyres painfully frowned, unable to refute.
Selma.
The second prince sharply grasped the point: Why did he mention Selma?
"but I?"
"In the past six years, I, as the co-pending king of Exeter, is like a fisherman who is fishing on the ice. He is trembled and step by step." Chaman looked out of the carriage and was very emotional: "One side Thinking about how to catch the hateful fish, and try not to turn themselves into food in the water."
"At the moment, you have done a good job," Taylor said dissatisfiedly. "Otherwise, when you don't condemn you all over the country, there is still a leisure time to come to Longcheng to find me. By the way, free." The league’s hand played well, and with an imminent war, both Qiyuan City and Longyan City were smashed.

King Chaman snorted and snorted.
"That's just the appearance, Tyres, you know better than anyone else." The king acquiesced to Tyre's identification, only to listen to him calmly: "For six years, the ideal Exeter, but I am coming from The farther it is."
The Star Prince is a little glimpse.
"Tells."
"The errand you found for me six years ago," the king raised his right hand and falsified his hair. The top is a circle of hoops that were hooped by the crown: "It's not a good errand."
"Almost all the Grand Dukes regard me as an enemy. The four people of that year did not have to say anything. The three people who failed to come to the election meeting also complained a lot."
"All the decrees I tried to carry out were difficult, even in the black sand collar."
"Ronnie and Lecco rushed around and called for the king's injustice."
"My vassals are full of grievances, and they are ready to move."
King Chaman sighed softly.
"'弑亲亲'," the king bowed his head slightly, looking at his own sword: "This is the nickname they gave me, even the most ruthless civilians are laughing at this name - even if my decree can make them The harvest has increased by 30%, even though my order allows them to avoid the taxation of the tax collector and the oppression of the lord, even if everything I do is to enable these despicable and small people to obtain their own future, yet..."
The king did not say anything, he gently stroked his sword, his eyes became colder.
"They are still against me."
"Maybe one day, my authority hidden in the crown will sweep the floor, and the decree issued will become waste paper, and I will die in the lonely city of the besieged city?"
King Chaman’s eyes shook his head deeply:
I don’t know.

Tyres sighed.
"That's because you are trying to seal up the nobility with new standards, change the status quo of power distribution, and change the future of everyone."
"You try to get a group of people who are used to the present and the past to believe in a strange future, and let another group give up everything they are enjoying."

Even when the wealth is the most abundant, the food is the most abundant, and the conditions are at its most mature, this is hard to imagine for most people,
the prince shook his head:
"And you want to use six years to complete what Didndis III did not finish for more than a hundred years?"
"Reality is not a novel," Taylors looked up and seriously looked at the former Lombard. Now Chaman is kneeling: "This is the price."
There was silence in the carriage.
King Chaman fixedly stared at him.
The two men’s confrontation lasted for five seconds until the king slowly laughed.
"Look, I know, it’s right to come to you. You are one of the few people who can understand me." King Chaman’s smile is very cold, and people are unconsciously nervous, which makes Taylors realize that because of the new The title, the majesty of the black sand Dagong is also increasing:
"Not everyone can participate in this kind of dialogue, even if it is as smart as a person like Lhasa."
Tyres sneered and shook his head.
"Lumba."
"Before I am impatiently calling outsiders, save the nonsense," the prince's tone was tough:
"Why come to me?"
"What do you mean by the words just now? What is the ‘ lose the whole game?’
King Chaman did not answer immediately, and his more vicissitudes of his face showed a look of sympathy and sarcasm.
"Guess, Tells," the king said plainly: "As before, are you not the best at this?"
Looking at the king's prepared, unhurried look, the more annoying Tyles, trying to convince themselves not to be impulsive.
Damn it.
What makes him so bold? What gave him so much dependence?
Do not.
No matter what he wants...
"Obviously, the Freedom League is not enough to pull away the hind legs of the city of Clifford and Longyan City," Tyres leaned against the leather back, thoughtfully: "In order to save yourself from the dilemma of the thousands of people, You still have to add a fire - so you want to start from Longyan."
"I guess - the marriage of the female grandfather? Do you want to use her to let the most threatening Longyan City fall into the fight?"
Thales raised his head coldly: "Once the external support is lost, the king can easily put out the grievances and dissatisfaction of the vassals in the black sand collar, so that your laws and regulations can be unimpeded."
King Chaman’s expression is unchanged and he is not allowed.
"Speaking of Walton's female grandfather, I have a problem." Unexpectedly, the king pushed the sabre on his knees aside and vacated his hands.
Chaman Rumba put his elbows on his knees and looked at himself with an unguarded attitude. "How did Nunn turn you into his alliance and let you stand on the side of Longyan City with willingness?"

Taylors shook his head unceremoniously: "He didn't turn me into an alliance. It is the party that forced me to stand in Longyan City. Remember? Someone wants to blame the prince of the stars, and accomplish his great cause of the founding of the country, but ultimately Self-eaten fruit?"
As soon as this statement came out, Taylors saw with satisfaction that the face of Chaman was so ugly.
"I guess: He gave you a promise."
The king did not pay attention to his sting, but Tyres felt that the tone of Lombard became more and more cold:
"Marriage, is it?"
Taylor took a sigh of relief.
"I know that in the case of severance, Nuen must promise: marry your granddaughter to you, in exchange for the protection of the future king of the stars?"
Tyres once again clenched his fist unconsciously.
"So, will you care so much about the marriage of the female grandfather?"
King Chaman’s speech speed is getting more and more urgent, and the pressure on people is gradually increasing:
Do you think she is your fiancée, the thing in your bag, and the important piece of the stars that make Exter?

"However, she is now facing..."
Tyres pinched his fist and chuckled.
"I admire your imagination, Rumba," the prince smiled and shook his head. "Do you really think that the heir to the throne of a Star Kingdom can marry the female grandfather of Exeter?"
The king bent his mouth: "If King Nunn is still alive, maybe."
Just listening to Chaman I whispered: "But my cockroaches still made a good deal, even after his accidental death - the gift from the first king was exchanged for an unexpected return: under the starlight, the dragon gun Survived in unpredictable rapids and storms."
"You tried your best to break the convention and support her to sit on the throne of the female grandfather. During these six years, you and the people in Brisbane have tried every means to help her stand firm. In the catastrophe of Nunn’s death, I will continue to maintain The stability of Longyan City."
In the carriage, the king slowly leaned forward, and the eyes stared at the heirs of the stars.
"Even if you know, the girl sitting on the throne of the Grand Duke," he only listened to his mouth and mouth, biting the shocking accent:

Not really the blood of Walton?

At that moment, the muscles of Thales were tight!
He knows.
He knows?
From a moment, Taylors, who has always been good at thinking and calmly doing things, never had a moment, like now, wants to turn his face immediately and solve the problem with violence.
In the mind of Tyres, he showed the image of the little slick that was sobbing and helpless.
He has an urge to touch his own decapitation and then shout out the outside the car.
Chaman Rumba.
kill him.
Just kill him.
Can take this secret forever...
The prince took a deep breath, and the sin of the prison river rushed out of the body, but did not flock to the limbs, but flocked to the brain.
In the end, the only remaining sense of reason, under the influence of the sin of the prison river, returned to the heart of Tyres, like a traveler on a cliff, screaming and telling him: calm.
The enemy is ready.
"what?"
Thales showed a confused and suspicious look: "Selma? Not Walton blood?"
In the eyes of King Chaman, the young prince first took a deep breath and seemed to be digesting the news.
A few seconds later, Tyres looked disdainfully: "Hah, use lies to smear the Dragon and the City Grand Duke to achieve your purpose?"
"I thought that you haven't fallen to that point yet."
The prince shook his head scornfully.
King Chaman looked at this look of Tyres and sighed.
"Do you really don't know? Or are you pretending to be the first to hear about this terrible truth?"
King Chaman took a breath and looked terrible: "But unfortunately, I don't believe you."
Taylor's eyes solidified in the air.
"You know, I was surprised at the beginning, but Ms. Kashan always convinced." The king shook his head and looked cold: "The dark room gave me a lot of information, such as..."
"The true Walton family is directly bloody... it’s absolutely perfect."
"Now the little girl named Walton is just a substitute."
Tyres didn't move, but his heart was already shaken.
bad.
darkroom.
When Teres thought of the escape from the secrets of the gates in the past, the conversation between Nilailai and the Red Witch, which he had stolen, could not help but feel shocked.
Yes, the red witch.
She knows the true identity of the little slick!
The king whispered coldly: "It’s no longer a cover, let us talk openly and honestly."
The heart of Tyres slowly tightened.
At that time, no matter what method Niely used to let Kasan let us go, obviously... Taylors slowly looked up and looked at the king.
That said, Nie Lai's method is no longer effective.
Did Lumba know?
From the mouth of the red witch?
Damn it.
"If you insist on refusing to talk to me..."
"Then I will be very curious, once her identity is revealed," the king said faintly: "What is the end of waiting for her?"
"Think about it," Chaman's words seemed to be a deadly poison, spreading in the mind of Thales: "Before the spokesperson of the God of the Moon, under the effect of the covenant vows, impersonate to replace the Dragon City Grand Duke. , deceived the entire Exeter..."
Tyres slowly squeezed his fist and swallowed.
But he is far from being so calm on the surface.
This is the biggest weakness of Selma...
So, this is the purpose of Chaman Rumba, come to me with this secret?
hateful!
The heartbeat of Tells is getting faster and faster, and it is almost impossible to suppress.
The next second, Taylor closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
King Chaman observed the reaction of the Prince of Stars with great interest.
But he was disappointed: although the prince was not more than usual, he still looked as usual.
It seems that what I just said from the mouth of the king is not the one that can shock the whole of Exeter.
I saw Tyres open his eyes, took a deep breath, and ridiculed his face: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Thinking, tays, thinking.
If the Red Witch had already told this to Rumba, why did he suddenly appear in front of himself after six years, and took out this chip? Why didn't you put this deadly handle in your hand earlier, forcing Long Yucheng to stand with him?
That means……
Tyres snorted: "I really don't understand, making rumors, questioning the blood of Selma, and ruining the legitimacy of the woman, is it good for you?"
"Or do you think that I will follow the threat of your meaninglessness? Look at you for obedience?"
When the king’s eyebrows were picked, there seemed to be a sign of approval.
"As it was six years ago, it was still so calm, so difficult, is it?" Chaman was intriguing: "Even at this point, you are still struggling for the last line? I am looking forward to my bluffing?"
"What are you waiting for? If you really don't want to be with me, solve this problem satisfactorily. If you are so hard, confident, and worry-free," the king decided to look at him. His face is dull: "That's just as you said, let the people outside, let the whole Longyan City kill me - isn't this what you have been looking forward to?"
The prince subconsciously looked out of the car.
The words of Rumba are still coming slowly:
"...If you really don't worry, with my death, the true identity of the female grandfather becomes well known, and the rumors of fraud have become raging."
King Chaman's sneer is very chilling: "When she had to stand on the altar in front of all the Exeters, face the rituals, and finally face the moment of their sadness..."
Taylors did not speak.
But his heartbeat began to accelerate.
"Maybe at that time, you will think of today, think of the self-confident and persistent star prince, how to send your little girlfriend to the gallows, listening to the blue-colored her last painful sorrow - oh, maybe the firearms, Hanging is really kind."
At that moment, there was a sorrowful look at Selma in front of Taylors.
He unconsciously picked up his fist.
"Of course, you can guess again, and plotting with her to swindle the Northlanders and take the Star Prince of Longyan City. What is the end?"
"keep going."
"If you really think that this dialogue is no longer necessary," the king is like an inhuman statue, open in the endless cold, full of pressure: "Let me talk to your female grandfather, Destroy together - the choice is in your hands, just today, right here, just in your mind."
Taylors closed his eyes again - he didn't want the enemy to read anything through his eyes.
Really bad.
"keep going!"
King Chaman raised the volume, as if he was questioning, and it was like persecution. His eyes were like burning a terrible flame: "Choose!"
select?
Taylor slammed his eyes open.
He is subconsciously yelling!
But when it came to his lips, he was stopped by himself.
King Chaman looked at him coldly and said nothing.
Several times, Tyres’s lips squirmed, but he couldn’t speak.
His tongue seemed to be hanged with a weight.
Cold sweat slipped from his forehead.
Selma.
you……
After a few seconds, in front of King Chaman, Taylors sighed deeply.
Do not.
you can not.
The heavy-hearted tays silently said to himself: you can't do it.
You can't make a decision: risking the stagnation of Selma.
In the end, Tyres loosened his clenched fist and the prince's face became tired and ugly.
The king narrowed his eyes and watched the second prince looking up again with interest.
Calm, Taylors.
The retreat has been blocked, and now he must face Chaman Rumba.
Face his biggest enemy.
Just like the year.
Taylors silently said in his heart: but the game is not over, the game has not yet been general.
Rumba, he thought he had seized the trump card and took a wonderful step.
however……
"You have been complaining about your status quo, but it reminds me of a very interesting thing, sire."
The king's eyebrows are condensed.
"I guess, your opponents are still so 'peaceful' because they lack a strong reason to bypass the co-administration vows, directly tearing the face and using swords to get you down from the throne?"
I saw that Tyres used the most calm and self-sufficient tone. If nothing happened: "I will remind you, Your Majesty."
"In that year, at the election of the six people, you were chosen to be the next king."
"So," I saw that Taylor shrugged with ease and said: "If one of the Grand Duke's votes proves to be invalid..."
"If she is not qualified to participate in the election of the king..."
King Chaman’s face changed.
"Then you got the throne by the difference of one vote," the prince whispered, releasing his counterattack:

Is it still legal, reasonable and qualified?

"You said," the prince's sharp and chilly eyes slammed the king's eyes: "By the disappointing king, the king will be on the throne and ruled Exeter for six years - Chaman His Majesty?"
In the next second, King Chaman was as if he had been hit, and he suddenly squeezed his fist.
His eyes changed back to the cold and fierceness that Taylors was familiar with.
Like the Grand Duke of the year.
"Now, are you going to use this boring rumor as a handle to force me to do something, Chaman?"
The car was back in suffocating silence.
Until the party broke it.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The king's mouth curled up and laughed loudly.
King Chaman tapped his knee and looked at the eyes of Tyres, like a bird looking at the net:
"So, the girl sitting in the Palace of the Spirit is not really the blood of Walton."
Rumba is cold and cold: "Right?"
At that moment, Tyres took a deep breath and remembered the scene.
Hell.
"If you say so, Red Witch..." Taylors said with a heart and soul:
"The Red Witch actually didn't tell you anything, right?"
really.
He is just bluffing...
But Tyres, even then, you can't take risks.
No.
King Chaman looked at the prince's reaction and sneered.
"About the identity of the new female grand dragon in Longyan City?"
"No," the King regained the sword back to his knees, slammed openly, and threw Taylors down the abyss: "No word at all."
Rumba's eyes narrowed slightly, and the light revealed from it was extremely dangerous: "Until just, see your reaction."
Tyres lowered his head deeply and gritted his teeth.
"You dare not take risks, Taylors."
King Chaman sharply opened:
"You would rather choose to use the interests to force me to negotiate with me, not to bet on this, bet I don't know the secret, bet I am just testing you, is it?"
The prince did not speak, and he buried his gaze deeply into the ground of the carriage.
The winning king is holding his own sword again.
"Thank you, Tyres."
He curled up his mouth and the words contained deep meaning: "My friend."
That second, Taylor sighed for a long time.
The game of this round, he lost.
(End of this chapter)