Vol 2 Chapter 138: Kidnapping Dagong?

Chapter 138 kidnapping the Grand Duke?
"So I need your help, my loyal subordinates." Tyres smiled.
Puttier sighed reluctantly: "You are a compassionate prince."
With a brilliant expression, Thales concealed his guilty conscience and smiled and said: "Thank you, Lord Putier Niemann."
His attendant, Wyatt Casso frowned, according to the left rib wound that he had been seriously injured by the vampire: "According to your statement, if the five grand princes were in the Chamber, facing the king of Nunn The performances are surprisingly consistent, without any flaws... How do we determine who is the murderer?"
"If you say that the murder of Prince Morar is to weaken the royal family, that is, the Walton family," Putilai’s eyes drifted, but Thales knew that this was the expression he was thinking about: "Take the hand of Rumba to murder you, One is also to weaken the popular Lombard family, and the second is for the war?"
Tyres thought about it.
No wonder... King Nunn will use his life and death to test the attitude of the five Dagongs to the wars between the two countries.
"In the face of the options of war, their performance is still different," Taylors pondered for a second, recalling the scene just now, silently saying: "Five people..."
"What do you see?" Putilie glanced and asked calmly.
"The first is a beard, the emblem is a circle, and there is a triangle in it. The guy is very difficult to listen to," Taylors concentrated on searching for memory: "Do not hide the hostility to me, every word is humiliated. I am aiming."
The singer who led him to beg for mercy - Tyres first put him on the list of doubts.
"Weilan's Lebion Ole Xiu Dagong, the best of the three southern monarchs with the Noon King," Putilla responded very quickly: "Ole Xiu family is not following Naka Ru's nine knights - in fact, only nine of the nine families are still in the position of Dagong - but it was not until two hundred years ago that Walton's support became the ruler of Weilan. Bordering our watch city."
"He does have a reason to humiliate you," Putilai continued. "The land where the central leadership of the stars is the original Shah province of the empire - that is the territory that the Orsius family has been commanded since the ancient empire, until the revival The army under Wang Hao drove them out of their hometown. From this perspective, Orsiu and the comet are feuds."
"That's weird," Wyah shook her head. "Is there really someone who is hostile to you because of family hatreds more than 600 years ago?"
"Maybe it is forced by the family's reputation, deliberately pretending... but it's hard to say, after all, there are people who are worried about the ancient empire thousands of years ago," Taylor shrugged helplessly, ignoring Putilai cold. The face that came down, "It’s really patriotic."
Wye nodded thoughtfully.
"The second is a pot-headed uncle, embroidered with a shiny blade on his body, and his speech is yin and yang, and he tries his best to provoke the evil spirit of the Nunn King." Thales squinted at his chin and meditated: "From ridicule to sneer, strange It’s strange, but it always feels that his irony is too strong and worse.

The pot head, Thales silently said: The dare to speak to everyone, no interest, will not send troops.
When Tyres thought of it, he smiled and said: "There is no natural, just right, and no direct magic for you, the Duke of Cyril Falkenhaus, which is helpless."
Putilit didn't know if he didn't care, or did not hear the prince's positive derogatory to himself. He saw that he nodded and replied: "That is the rebuilt tower of Passus Tluedida, and the three grand dugongs of the South. First, it is reported that he acts cautiously and wisely, but he is often ridiculed as selfish and conservative."
"So, he seems to want you to die in the hands of King Nunn?" Wyatt looked up: "Is it him?"
"The rebuilt tower is on the northeast side of the stars, and the territory is adjacent to our lonely tower." Putilla exhaled: "Compared with the local conflict, the comprehensive war between the two countries can give him limited benefits... of course, damage May be limited."
"The third person is an old bald, very old," Taylors took a deep breath: "This person gives me a very complicated feeling. He is no less than the first two, but rarely shows the exact emotions. More The time is in the appendage and agitation."
"Bald Rogers Lecco, who swears in the city, is marked by a chain," Putile ordered his own pipe, his eyes flashing: "He is one of the two northern Grand Dukes of Exeter, participating in Egypt. There are not many times in the central affairs of Kester, and this time I was invited to come here, which is really doubtful."
"Listen to the cube that doesn't matter." Wyatt wiped her sword.
"If I am the black hand behind all of this," Taylors opened his hand and said nothing: "I will be happy to be neutral."
Putilai did not answer.
"The fourth grandfather has long hair, and a book is printed on the clothes," the second prince reached out and grabbed the handrail and pulled himself out of the chair: "He gave me a feeling similar to the Duke of the North, heroic , the atmosphere, it seems to also value ... at least on the surface to value their honor."
The long-haired man who is not willing to tarnish the honor of this family seems to have no reason...but the Duke of the North has not betrayed King Kaiser, betrayed his own northern land, and betrayed the stars?
"Curi Kun Ronnie, the territory is adjacent to the Confucius City of the Conmas Alliance, in the west of Exeter, near the northern end of the Great Desert," the thin star of the deputy stopped the Lord: "He and the stars There is cooperation in the West, and the orcs and the ridiculous people in the desert are our common threat. The war between the two countries, or the weakening of the stars, will only increase their pressure."
"Don't forget, the Duke of Aarond in the North and the Rumba of the Black Sands have also cooperated with the goal of Prince Morar," said Tyres, staring at him sharply: "even if the war between the two countries would damage The northern boundary of the former."
"There is the last and youngest one, Conkley Pfeiffer, looking a little childish," he jumped off Exeter's hardwood chair: "It's very gentle and hesitant, it seems to respect the king of Noon." Considering things is also based on the overall interests of Exeter... I also said two sentences for me."
The 30-year-old young man who was stunned by the strong words of King Nunn.
"Childish? This words are spoken from your mouth..." Putile smiled and shook his head: "That is the iron of Conkee Pfeiffer, and the city of Dagong, the territory is close to Longyan City. The Fit family is a new Dagong family. It has been less than a hundred years since it was ruled by the city. It is one of the most trusted generations of the Walton family. Young people are often passionate and have a natural resistance to conspiracy."
"That's not necessarily, there is a young duke in our country," Taylors recalled the Duke of Iris, recalling the accident along the way, and sighed: "I believe you have also realized it - his institution counts Nothing is worse than any old man."
"Listen to you, no matter which Dagong is suspected," Wyatt frowned. "Is still not sure who?"
Both Tyres and Putil are silent.
"Weilan collar and rebuilt tower, like the black sand collar, are adjacent to the stars, and the relationship between the two countries has the greatest impact on them," Putilai whispered: "Pray far city is in the west, and the defending city is in the north. The city is close to the central Longyan City... In short, by analyzing the interests and seeing who can finally benefit, the suspicions of the Grand Dukes are such an order."
"Oh, but the suspicion is suspect, it can't be confirmed," Tyres grabbed his hair and said: "We urgently need a police officer who will solve the case."
In the squatting area of ​​Longyan City, Cohen’s police officer, who is fighting against his opponent, sneezed in a sneeze and was cut off by an opponent’s sword.
"If we didn't help King Nunn find the murderer who murdered his son," Wyatt turned the sword over her knee and asked with concern: "Is the consequences serious?"
In the minds of Tyres, the majestic expression of the natural king and the icy look of Nilai Lai, turned a blank eye: "It is best not to imagine the possibility... a person who has ironed his heart to avenge his son. father……"

It’s not just a son,
adds Putilit.
Moral is the heir to Walton and Longyan. This hatred is far beyond our imagination. In addition, King Nunn is also trying his best to be a family. Clear dangerous opponents..."
"After all, at his age, Walton's mastery of the crown is not long, and the Walton family may have to be inherited by a side that he simply couldn't measure, even..." Puttier Said:
"Under the order of the new king, Long Yucheng, who lost his direct heir, was sealed to another family. It is also possible for Walton to decline from then on."
Tyres sighed.
Of course, I also used this to threaten Nilailai.
The troubled tays sat on the ground, leaned his head on the chair, and licked his face with helplessness.
"Speaking of this," Tyres opened his eyes and recalled the encounter in the library. The little girl with glasses and the figure of the savage girl appeared in front of her eyes: "I met in the Palace of the Spirit. Have you ever heard of the granddaughter of King?"
"Alex Volton?" Listening to Tyres's narrative, Putilla frowned. "I did hear it. Prince Suril, who died early 12 years ago, is the eldest son of King Nunn. He left a daughter. But perhaps because of her father's experience, King Nunn has always kept his granddaughter very tight."
"If you didn't mention it, I am afraid that many people don't even know her name."

Can she not inherit the Walton family?
Taylor sighed, remembering the little princess wearing a gorgeous dress:
Because she is a woman?

Puttier shook his head.
"In the idea of ​​the Northland people, women are only affiliates and property, only the value of being a mother to give birth to a child."
The three of them turned back and saw that Eda sat unscrupulously on the bed that should have belonged to Tyres, wiping his exquisite machete, and rarely produced a chill in his tone: "From a few hundred years ago to now, never No change."
"In the struggle around Walton, she doesn't matter," Putile shook his head. "Come to think about how to deal with the immediate problem..."
"Fortunately," Taylors closed his eyes and whispered, "We are not in a hurry..."
At this moment, the door of the room suddenly rang.
Rolf frowned and opened the door.
I saw the recruit who was saved by Thales, and Willow Ken stood at the door, scratching his head and smiling.
"That... the Marquis of Commas, sent someone to pass the message," Wei Luo seems very happy to have a chance to meet the prince, he smiled and said: "Listen to his subordinates, it seems quite important of……"
Tyres frowned.
"He said that there are two big men, tomorrow morning..."
"It is necessary to leave Longyan City because of the incident."
Wei Luo smiled and said the message.
But the next second, he was surprised to find that almost everyone in the room, including Tyres, had a big change.
Bright.
day.
One.
early.
Tyres was as earthy as if he had received the worst news.
No way?
The grandfathers... came over and looked at themselves, then left immediately?
After a seemingly inexplicable Willow left, Rolf, who also frowned, gently closed the door.
"Tomorrow morning?" Wyatt looked bitter.
Taylors breathes faster and his eyes are blind: "That is to say..."

Yeah,
Putilai worriedly pinched his pipe:
The time left for us...

He didn't talk anymore, but everyone said silently in the heart:
There is only one night left.
"I am still saying that," Wyatt Kassau stunned her sword and said: "If we can't help Nun Wang find the murderer who murdered his son... Is the consequence serious?"
Puttila shook his head and sighed.
Wye no longer asked.
"Welcome dinner at night, this is the last chance," Tyres bit his teeth: "Try to find the guy from five people!"
Damn it.
Why am I so unlucky?
"With the temptations and observations of the King of Nunn, I am afraid that I will not get results." The pipe of Putilai is getting tighter and tighter: "Your experience this morning illustrates this."
"That should be..." Taylors was indulging.
at this time.
"Then go find them!" Edda jumped out of bed.
Everyone looks to the elf guard.
"Let Nunen hand out the talents to cooperate with us. We cover the night and secretly tie the big men!" Eda erected the blade fiercely and waved twice, reflecting a cold light:
"One by one tortured confessions!"
"Look at how long the so-called Grand Dukes can support under the sword?"
Looking at this look of Edda, everyone stunned.
After two seconds.
All the people did not hear her, and looked back as usual.
"Think from another angle," said Ters, rubbing his hands and frowning at Putility. "The people we are looking for have worked with Lombard to get the son of King Nunn."
"Hey! Why can't I see you?" Edda bit his teeth and was obviously dissatisfied with the situation where she ignored her: "At least give me a little reaction!"
"However, he reached out to the army of Lombard and tried to plant your death in the hands of the black sand collar." Puttier replied subconsciously.
"Is there any clues inside?" Wye asked curiously.
The elf guard behind them whispered two scimitars in the air to protest.
"Knight Nunn and we know this," Tyres shook his head. "It seems useless."
"Do not."
"Maybe we shouldn't be in the mind of Noon." Putilla put down a pipe that was not lit in his hand, and his eyes radiated a confident light.
Edda bowed his head and sighed and threw himself back to the bed that belonged to Tyres.
Taylors suddenly glimpsed.
He looked at Putile and frowned. "You mean..."
"Do you remember when we were in the Broken Dragon Fortress and were besieged by the army of Lombard?" Putilla said lightly.
"Of course, I was impressed," said Tyres, who had flashed countless blood and cold light, and the raging Arak Mu, sighing: "It’s a mess."
Edda boringly played his machete on the bed.
"Then you should remember what the Baron Mu said to you before the charge?" Putilit revealed a mysterious smile: "Nune King is not our only choice."
Tyres slammed.
Before the charge...
The picture of Arak's big sword appeared in his mind.
After a few seconds, he nodded.
"Since it can't go back," Taylors took a deep breath and showed his determination and determination: "Why don't you go all out?"
Tyres looked at his assistant, his eyes burned: "Does he know?"
Putile curled up his mouth and the dagger affirmed: "He knows."
Wyah and Rolf looked at each other's riddles.

So,
Wyatt swallowed her throat:
What should we do?

Both Tyles and Puttier looked at each other and laughed.
"Eda is right," Taylor looked at the elf on the bed and nodded under Putila's gaze.
"Ah," Edda, who was mentioned in the name, jerked up, apparently a little helpless: "What?"
In the surprise of Wyatt and the smile of Putier, Taylors took a deep breath:
"we……"
"...let them go!"
Edda's mouth is bigger than ever.
Putilai's face was cleared, and the pipe was closed: "I will prepare immediately, contact other people... I may need some help from the inside."
"And, Wyatt, Rolf, come with me."
Tyres daggers back into the chair and quickly think about the feasibility of the plan.
"That one……"
He looked up and looked behind him.
Edda’s voice screamed weakly:
"You, really want to kidnap the Grand Duke?"
(End of this chapter)