Vol 2 Chapter 330: Last trip

Chapter 330, the last leg
Accompanied by the attendants and the guards, Tyres walked on the way to the stables.
Several court guards at the gate of the palace saw the prince of the stars, and they screamed with disdain.
"It is him, and Lumbari should be outside," one of the guards was gloomy and looked at Tyres. He whispered to his peers: "Terror lost his position and lost the qualification to be elected to the guards... Because the king was not found at the gate of the palace."
The guards have cast a bad eye.
Taylor took a sigh of relief and pretended not to see it.
The prince and his men walked by the guards, and the court guards rushed to the leading deputy commander of the Dagong Guards, Lord Justin.
"Hey!"
When they walked by, one of the angry guards, still can't help but scream loudly:
"I hope our king will love your little ass!"
"Imperial people!"
The other people laughed without any disguise, even including guarding the Northland people behind the taylor.
Their eyes are full of disgust, and the color of anger is hard to eliminate.
But Tyres did not seem to hear these words, his face did not change, and he continued to move forward.
Lord Justin snorted and said nothing.
"Hey, that Northlander, don't you care?" After the team, Edda, who had been missing for a long time, pulled his cloak and protested against Justin in front of him.
"My duty is to protect the safety of the prince - before the King's 'Blade' guards came to pick you up and leave Longyan City," Justin said in a cold tone, and said the "White Blade Guard" was ironic to mention the tone. He screamed at the group of defenders who were not inferior:
"Unless they pull the sword up, reasonable protests are not in my duties."
"You call this a 'reasonable'-" Wyah was about to refute, but Rolf, who was on the side, held him in time and shook his head.
"Hey, Northland." Edda turned his head and dissatisfied with them.
Tyres still said nothing, and his expression was deep.
It was less than a few hours before the decision to win the game in the morning, but some news has spread: Tyres clearly felt that the pressure in the Palace of the Spirit dropped sharply as he walked out of the hero hall.
From the guards to the nobility, every insider who entered his sight seemed to want to eat the prince of the stars.
Including Justin, who has protected him for a long time.
The prince sighed in the bottom of his heart.
Before they finally came to the stables, Jenny’s loud humming sounded cheerfully.
But Taylors gave a slight glimpse.
Someone is waiting for them.
Justin calmly pointed at the people in the stables: "Head."
I saw Niele, the comet, carrying the black-handed saber that Tulha had given him, and hugged his arm against the horse of the dark horse Jane, watching them coldly.
Like countless times in the past.
Tyres turned his head helplessly and spit out a sigh of relief.
It is him again.
"Is this eager to find Rumba?"
Under the frown of a group of stars, Nie Lai looked at Tyres miserly: "Can't even wait for the people in the black sand collar to pick you up?"
Tyres shook his head.
"As you said, I am going to the axe area and go to the residence of the black sand collar." The prince calmly said: "By the way, after the conversation with the king,".
This time it was Niki's turn to frown.
He snorted dissatisfied from his nose and smiled disdainfully.
"After turning your face, you are really unscrupulous."
The satirical tone of the comet is full of unspeakable anger: "Why, I feel that the Palace of the Spirit is no longer safe, so I quickly hide behind Lombard. The sooner I leave, the better?"
Tyres silently looked at Nilailai and raised a hand to stop Wyah who was going to speak.
I saw Nie Lai put down his arms and slowly walked to the front of Tyres, looking straight into his eyes.
"Listen, the insidious little prince."
"Don't talk about seeing Rumba..."
Niely slowly bite the word, and the words are filled with the chill of the commander's lord: "As long as I am still here for a day, before the people in the black sand collar come to pick you up with you, you will give me a slap In the Palace of the Spirit."
Behind Tyres, people from the stars looked at the comet with vigilance.
Niely's bent down, her forehead almost to the hair of Tyres, her eyes sharper:
"No need to go anywhere."
"Hey! Little white face," Edda made a slap in the face, and came forward: "Do you believe me or not..."
Nie Lai showed a strange sneer, and he turned sideways, revealing the handle behind him.
On his back, the golden color of the saber reflects a wonderful light.
The surrounding temperature seems to have risen a bit.
Seeing the knife, Edda’s voice suddenly fell down and became weak:
That...

Tyres shook his head and pulled Edda behind him.
"Eda, let me come."
The unruly female elf, at this time, was obediently following the shoulders of Tells, and was dragged back and forth, not forgetting to make a sinister guilty to Nie Lai, "I am not afraid of you" action.
Tyres stepped forward and quietly looked at the comet.
Nie Lai snorted and leaned back on the column, shaking his head against Justin: "Take him back and make sure he is no longer in contact with anyone."
But at this time, Tyres suddenly spit out a sigh of relief and shook his head slightly:
"Do you hate him?"
Nicholas slightly said: "What?"
"I am saying, you must hate him very much." Taylors took a deep breath. He remembered the white-bladed guards who defended them six years ago and died in the smashing arrows. They looked up and looked clear: " I mean Chaman Rumba."
"Your king."
Nielai’s eyes condensed on the face of Tyres.
His expression became more and more terrible, his eyes slowly drifting, as if looking into the distance.
"My king has only one."
"And that is not Chaman Rumba."
After a few seconds, Nielai’s eyes slowly focused, and the words were powerful:
No matter the past, or now.

"As for Rumba, the only reason he appeared in Longyan City, but still lived to the present..." The comet's bite is clear and short, but Thales can feel the hatred behind Nie Lai's words. Anger:
"I still care about the city that Wang Xi’s left behind. I didn’t have the top, brought a knife, and sent him directly to the prison."
"So you'd better choose carefully, whether it's talking to him or standing next to him, it's not a good idea."
Tyres fixedly stared at Niely, and nodded in a nowhere, seemingly realized something.
"So you told Brisbane, right?"
Nie Lai is a glimpse.
Taylors raised his hand to signal that Wyah had stepped back, and he stepped forward, facing Nilailai alone.
"You told the Brisbane, about the fact that Lombard had already grasped the handle of the Dragon City - the identity of the female grandfather," Tyres sighed, whispering with a volume that only two could hear:
"That is why, Brisbane has been so restrained in the hall in the morning - he does not want to see the destruction of Longyan City in the struggle between the Grand Dukes, and you are the same."
Niely looked at Tyre's eyes more and more unhappy.
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore."
He screamed at the direction of the Blood Garden: "Now, roll back to you immediately..."
But Taylors suddenly looked up!
"But this is far from over."
The sudden increase in volume made Nibile slightly surprised.
But what makes his face look even more ugly is after Taylors:
"I talked to Rumba, we talked for a while after the meeting."
Tyres said coldly: "I can see that he is not satisfied with the current interests. He wants more and needs more."
"As long as he is still in Longyan City, he will never be willing to stop at a neutral city."
"Like six years ago - he is not willing to stop at a dead King of Nuen."
The prince looked at the comet very seriously:
"So you know the female grandfather, and know what kind of predicament is Long Yucheng currently in?"
"Do you know what he is going to do next?" Taylors continued to dignify: "And now, I am going to talk to the terrible king again, trying to convince him: stop here for the time being."
The comet was silent for a while, and the brow wrinkled deeper.
"What else does he want?" he whispered.
Taylor shrugged and thought about the king's means, only a headache.
"Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with the threat of black sand collar and not letting the female grandfather know." The prince bowed his head and was rather dull: "I think he would rather see the female grand official directly. Both the chips and the threats were placed in front of her, turning Selma into his jealousy."
Niely did not speak, but his scary face was paler.
Taylor looked up and his eyes burned:
"And I have to convince him that there is no need to force the Walton family to stand up again. There is no need to go to the vassals who are eager to contact Longyan City. There is no need to ruthlessly tear off a piece of meat from Longyan."

"I am going to convince him that the reign of the female grandfather is not incompatible with his interests."
"I want to convince him that I can give some support to the Dragon Gun family when I need it."
"I am going to convince him that Long Yucheng is not his threat in these few years."
Every time Taylors said a word, Nie Lai's face was ugly.
"I have to convince him to stay with me, and I don't have to go to the innocent Selma, and then cruelly and ruthlessly spread the thing in front of her, forcing her to make a choice!"
"Now, Serri Niely, guarding the comet of Longyan City, you can let me go to Lombard now," said Taylor, looking up and taking a step forward, looking straight at Nilailai, almost to post On the other side:
"Or try to delay the schedule, give me trouble... and then wait for him to come to Selma again."
"Looking for Longyan City."
The prince finished speaking.
The air is quiet.
Nie Lai looked at Tyre's eyes and became colder and colder.
Under the canopy of the stable, the comet and the steer silently looked at each other.
Others, regardless of the attendance of the stars or the guards of the northern people, are quietly waiting for the results of their negotiations.
The atmosphere is tense.
Until Nicholas laughed and shook his head.
With his smile, the air that almost reached the freezing point seemed to be warmer.
"You know, you have to thank the Count of Brisbane," Niely said faintly: "Even if you attract Lombard, you almost ruined the political day, but he still seems to believe that you are not malicious to Longyan."
Taylors glimpsed.
Brisbane?
The comet continued: "Even if you still filthy him, he said that he secretly linked the Red Witch and Lombard to sell the Dragon City."
Tyres slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."
"And, you have to thank her," Nie Lai sighed:
"I think she is one of the reasons that Brisbane believes in you."
At the moment when Tyres raised his eyebrows, Niely turned his head and looked in the other direction.
Followed by his eyes, Taylors stunned.
In the distance, accompanied by the guards and the maid, the Longyan City Women’s Congress stood silently and silently in the sunshine of the west, looking at the side intricately.
The golden light filled the girl's body, making her look more dazzling.
Taylor could not help but sigh deeply.
"She is waiting for you," Nie Lai turned away. When she left, she took a deep look around him with a deep look: "Don't be too dragged when you say goodbye, pay attention to the size."
Looking at Nielly's back, Taylors closed his eyes and complicated emotions came to his mind.
The next moment, he blinked and decided to take a decisive step toward the female grandfather.
Selma's expression was quiet, and she slowly stepped forward, and the female sergeant was behind her.
The prince and the female grandfather finally face each other again.
Tyres squeezed a smile and nodded to the female official: "Thank you, Ms. Kinks."
But in the face of the hidden meaning of the customer behind this sentence, Ms. Jin Kesi did not move, still staring at him coldly, without saying a word.
Until Selma smiled at her and nodded.
The court woman’s almost frozen face was only slightly moved. She gave a standard etiquette to the female grandfather and turned and left with respect.
"Even this time, she still sees me not pleasing to the eye," Taylors scratched his head unnaturally: "It's sad."
Obviously, his rotten opening remarks did not work as expected.
Selma still stared at him, and the inexplicable emotion behind the nose glasses made Taylors very uneasy.
"So, are you going to the black sand collar?"
She asked very directly.
Tyres spit out a sigh of relief, avoiding the other's line of sight and nodding his head: "Yes, get used to it."
But Selma seems very calm at the moment: "You didn't think about it, are you?"
Taylors raised his eyes in confusion.
"I thought about it later."
"You said, I want to choose the road that is most suitable for the female Grand Duke, and you will solve the remaining problems."
"Chaman Rumba," I saw a woman's face calm: "He should be the solution to your 'leftover problem', and the last and the worst card, yes."
Tyres didn't talk, he exhaled from his nose and nodded.
The woman’s face is a bit stunned.
"If all goes well, if I choose not so reluctantly, choose to ignore your life and death, and calmly obtain the support of the vassals..."
"If Long Yucheng can send troops smoothly, if we can form an alliance against the king..." Her voice shook a little: "Then you will not go to Lombard, nor will you betray Ian, not even Sell ​​yourself to the black sand collar."
Selma seemed to want to smile, but it eventually failed.
"You know, I don't know you at the moment you speak for Lombard."
Tyres wants to stop.
"So, just like six years ago," the woman turned her head and stopped entangled on this topic: "Or to save me, you took the last step."
Taylors can only close his eyes: "You shouldn't be so stubborn, Selma, there is no need for a hostage..."
"Put yourself in the danger of being rebellious."
The female grandfather suddenly looked up and looked determined. He seemed to want to argue: "But you are not a hostage, Taylors."
"No matter what others think..."
"At least in my eyes, you are not."
She seemed to think of something, and then she bowed her head, and there was an unspeakable uncomfortable voice in her voice: "I'm sorry, Tyres."
At that moment, Taylors had been feeling dull after listening to the political meeting, and suddenly fluctuated slightly.
A mountain climber like a winter snow ushered in a beam of sunshine after climbing over the top of the slope.
"Apologize to me because I protected me," Tyres took a strong breath and only thought that the air today was extraordinarily refreshing: "I can't accept this apology."
"But you have to go to the black sand collar. Do you still remember the soldiers of Lombard? Don't hesitate to fire our arrows..." The voice of the girl is a little uncomfortable: "In the man's territory, what can you imagine? ?"
"If you want to count on Lombard to help, then that's the price," Taylors sighed. "Have me good luck - can it be worse than being tied to the battlefield or unloading eight."
But Selma's expression is still very stiff.
Taylors opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hey, listen."
"This is not your fault, Selma, okay... It is the intervention of the Star Kingdom, I mean, my father," the second prince shrugged. "He made me unprepared and can only adapt."
The two were silent for a while.
"It’s good," Selma smiled reluctantly, jokingly jokingly: "I never knew what it felt like to have a father."
The prince looked at the bitter female grandfather and showed a bright smile.
"So, would you like to change my identity with me?"
Tyres’s mood seems to be very good:

Welcome to Princess Selma from the Star Kingdom.

Both of them laughed.
But Selma's laughter only lasted for a few seconds.

Princess,
she repeated subconsciously:
PrincessSelma?

Tyres realized that he was not right. He took a deep breath and turned his eyes and coughed: "So..."
The prince’s expression was serious:
Listen, at least for the next few years... Lombard will not be your primary threat.

"The struggle between the king and the Grand Duke will only become increasingly fierce, and the degree and means will gradually exceed expectations."
Selma looked at him quietly and nodded silently.
It seems that both of them have returned to the library and the classroom.
"Under the rule of the female Grand Duke, the surface area is weak, and the internal division of the Longyan City will be ignored by them intentionally or unintentionally, and perhaps even the objects that have been drawn together, you can even stand in the position of a third party, in their confrontation , for profit."
"Like this time, be careful to reach out to them, but don't bet on it," Taylors is extremely serious: "Sit at your position at this time, this is your priority."

Be a competent, qualified and even outstanding woman, Selma.

The female Dagong smiled and her face was a little stubborn.
"Nun Wang left you a good team," Taylors recalled listening to the situation at the political council: "Nazer is smart and savvy, and his wrist is superb. Kelke Gurger is ignorant but pretentious, even if it is watching. Going up to the annoying Kotson and Linna, and even people outside the six counts..."
"They will be your useful help. If you show the temperament and wrists that a female grandfather should have, prove to them: You are indispensable for this territory."
"As for Brisbane..." Tyres said that he couldn't help but paused. He finally sighed: "He is a good regent, but... maybe you should consider the mood of other vassals, and Long Yucheng. Balance."
Selma frowned. "You don't like him? Why?"
Tyres shook his head.
"Your enemy will still be inside," the prince thought of here, and his heart was a bit heavy: "Maybe they will appear in various forms: vassal dissatisfaction, people's contempt, traditional obstacles, sinister rumors... but in the end, the biggest The enemy is your own."
Selma snorted and his eyes were still fixed on Taylors.
It seems that this is the last time I met.
She smiled and said: "The biggest enemy is myself... Hey, listen to the garbage encouragement that is like a costume in the Cavalier novel."
Tyres couldn't stand her eyes and had to bow his head: "Because you are a girl, Selma."
This is a glimpse of Selma.
Taylors sighed long and sighed in words, and there was a deep sadness in his words: "You are a girl, and it is doomed, not only in the North, but in most of the games in the world. You have to pay more than men, come up with more efforts than men, and achieve better results than men, in order to get the same gains, results and recognition from the outside world."
"In other words, if the female tycoon can't come up with a better answer than the first king Nunn, or even keep pace with the Nunn King," the prince bit his teeth, looking at the rough, atmospheric, thick, giving the Emperor Palace a heavy pressure: "Then you can only be 'the little girl' forever."
Selma was silent for a long time and her mood was low.
Finally, the female grandmother sneered with a blank expression: "It’s not fair."
"I know this is unfair," Taylors stared at her, unable to hide his fears: "So you can't give up."
"You know, in the pile, what will happen if you don't fight back against you?"
Selma raised his eyes.
"They will continue to bully you, beat you, laugh at you, isolate you," Tyres thought of something, unconsciously tightening his nerves: "Repeat this scene over and over again, forming 'You should be bullied.' impression."
The female grandmother moved, remembering the story of the prince who was told by her that the city was born: "I know."
The prince stared at her, and the expression was hard to read: "But this is not the worst."
"The worst thing is that other people, everyone, no matter who is new or old, whether you beat you or not, are getting used to this scene and taking it for granted. In the life of living together, this impression is deepened and spread into the consciousness of all people."
"Until they intentionally or unintentionally treat this situation as part of the rules, they fabricate and deduce such reasons as 'born by nature', 'weak meat and strong food', there are always people who want to bully, and there are always people who are being bullied. Everyone, newcomer, old man, strong man, weak person, even those who are being bullied by yourself, subconsciously believe that this is the environment, this is the rule, this is the normal state, you can't change it, so the most The good choice is to accept it, adapt to it, admit it, and follow it, so that when you are beaten again, you can suffer less."
"Even even one day, people think that ‘no one is being bullied’ is not normal. Justifiably find an excuse for the bully, as if that is the truth.

"The idea that everyone is subconsciously accustomed to the environment and habitual rules is the worst."
In the prince's mind, the sea of ​​memories of the hustle and bustle is slightly rippled.
At that moment, Tyres’ eyes were a bit sloppy and seemed to be looking into the distance:
It will make you forget that individuals and society are united and indivisible, and your actions are one of the factors that shape the environment and rules.

He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his mind back to reality.
"Maybe it's a bit complicated, but..." Taylor looked at the girl in front of her eyes.
"If you don't dare to change, choose silence, or even exile," he licked his lips: "The unfair environment will never change."
The prince whispered: "Girl."
Taylor looked at the girl who was gradually silent, sighing slightly.
"You are right, Selma, I should not treat you as a weak person waiting for help."
He smiled again.
"And you have to learn to grow up, learn to believe in yourself, learn to listen to the lessons of the old crows," Tyres silently said: "Even without me."
"Lord of the Grand Duke."
" Take care."
After all, Tyres couldn’t bear to look at the girl’s expression and turned and left.
Just at this time.
"Thales!" The girl suddenly broke her voice, and there was a deep worry in her voice: "Be careful!"
Tyres’s footsteps were slightly.
He didn't look back, just smiled: "Yeah, I will..."
But Selma interrupted him desperately.
"Do not."
"On the eve of the political day, Charles... I mean, the Count of Brisbane came to me privately," Selma seemed anxious. She looked around subconsciously: "He came to persuade me, it is better to be away from you." Some are farther away from the ominous comet family."
"In order to convince me, he told me some secrets in advance."
Taylors stunned and he turned his head:
"What secret?"
The next second, the words spit in Selma's mouth made him feel trembled:
"A disaster."
Tyres’s expression was slightly stiff.
what?
At that moment, no one knew what it was like in his heart.
He slowly turned his back and kept his normal expression.
Selma's tone was a little bit rushed, and the expression was the same as when she was secretly skipping classes: "In countries where the people who participated in the final battle were established, such as Exeter..."
"Although each family has different traditions and versions, at least the descendants of the ten knights, at least ten heirs of the Grand Duke family will be told some secrets of the end of the battle..."
Tyres turned completely and looked at Selma with a sly look.
"The Battle of the End..." Selma licked his lips and hesitated for a few seconds. Then he made up his mind to say: "After the war more than 600 years ago, we were more vigilant, and the only remaining disasters were smarter..."
"We are lurking at the two ends of the world in a more complex, hidden and dangerous relationship with each other, maintaining a careful balance in all kinds of occasions..."
The female grandfather looked up, his voice was very light, but he was decisive: "But it... the end of the battle is not over."
"And we and them, after all, are enemies."
Tyres's breathing gradually accelerated, and he couldn't help but clench his fist.
The girl looked at him fixedly, her eyes filled with worries and vigilance: "Tells, 18 years ago, the year of the stars..."
"Why are you going to be attacked by the enemy, and you will be able to make a living, and why Exter has invaded south without any scruples, why the wilderness tribes and orcs have also provoked riots... even your rebel forces, and even the tragedy of the royal family... All of this is related to disasters."
That second, Tyres’s pupils tightened fiercely and couldn’t help but raise the volume:
What is the relationship?

But the female grandfather shook his head.
"I can't talk anymore, Charles believes that I told me this..." Selma's expression was hesitant: "This is... this is the secret that Longcheng City Dagong knows."
She don't overdo it: "Don't forget, I am... after all, it is a female grandfather."
Telston lived.
For a moment, Taylors tried to adjust his breathing and recovered from the gaffe: "Yes."
The secret of the Longgong City Grand Duke...
Then...that is, the last grand prince of Longyan City...
The Nunn Wang who decided to invade the South 18 years ago...
The one who told himself that the comet’s disaster did not have the inner feelings of King Exeter, he also...
He stared at Selma.
"But I think you will eventually know, Tyres," Selma seems to have some guilt: "After all, you are a comet family..."
Tyres closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hiding the lingering haze in his head into the corner: "Thank you, Selma."
"I know that six years ago, the two men and one woman... came to you for disaster..."
Tyres swallowed a sip.
Selma’s voice shook a little:
I won’t ask you anything extra, but no matter why they are looking for you...

"It’s all about it, it’s definitely...not a good thing.

Not a good thing.
"You know," the girl said quietly: "I am not happy in Longyan City... but I can at least protect you. Nie Lai has the legendary anti-magic arm in his hand, and the soul gun in the Hall of Heroes is always on guard...

"But in the black sand collar..."
The two were silent.
A breeze blew, and Jenny behind her shouted dissatisfiedly, breaking the silence.
After a long while, Tyres sighed deeply:
"I will remember."
In the distance, Nie Lai coughed loudly, without hesitation: "Ms.!"
This urging reminded Selma to wake up, as if suddenly remembered something.
"And, the man with the black sword, although he saved us, but," Selma hurriedly said, as if to put all the fears in these few minutes: "Since he participated in the ten Eight years ago... then he must have something to do with these things."
"As an enemy of your family, I don't think he has any reason to let go or even protect you."
"Unless... he has no purpose, he is a big man."
Taylors fixedly looked at the ground and said nothing.
The figure with the sword floated with my doubts.
The girl’s words are still going on:
Nyile and Dagong’s guards... but they can only trace the farthest, the man’s nickname Black Sword, and a foreign gang called ‘Brotherhood’...

Taylors took a sigh of relief.
He turned his head:
"Selma, I know."
The prince is quite bitter and authentic:
"thank you."
thank you……
Thank you, no more questions.
At that moment, Selma saw the horrible expression of the prince's bitterness, and could not help but glimpse.
Nilailai was urging again.
"Don't, Selma."
The next second, Taylor closed his eyes and turned away.
"No, little slippery."
There was a slight wheezing behind me... and if there was no weeping.
The sky is blue and very clear.
A little cloud is gradually dyed golden by the sun.
The order of the female officer of Kings was heard behind her.
The footsteps of the female grandfather rang and gradually drifted away.
Tyres endured the desire to turn back and walked toward the dark horse Jane, barely smiling at Wyah.
But he made a slight meal.
I saw that Nilailai slowly pulled out another horse and arranged the equipment.
"Although not going to the chess room," I saw what he told Justin: "But the rules are the same: the patrol clears the road, the big brother kisses..."
"Hey, are you going too?" the prince wondered.
Nilailai turned her head.
"According to the command of the female grandfather, the little prince."
The comet was cold and shouted: "I sent you to Rumba..."
"Give you..." He showed a sly smile:
"The last trip."
Taylors rolled his eyes.
The last trip.
This dead face...
Can't you change a word?
Note: Princess has the meaning of "王妃" in addition to "Princess".
(End of this chapter)