Chapter 63: You owe me a thank you

Chapter 63, you owe me a thank you
The repressed turmoil in the halls of the stars has officially become a hall!
Regardless of civilians, officials, or aristocrats, everyone is rushing to move forward and want to see a descendant of comet that has not appeared for twelve years.
Under the order of Gilbert, a team of guards who had been prepared had rushed into the field to form a wall, and raised the anti-shock shields and town riots that were urgently seconded from the police station, struggling to withstand the crowds and maintain Order.
"Retreat! Otherwise, disrespect the royal family!" Many guards shouted.
Although these guards frequently turned back and looked at the special status, they were only boys of six or seven years old.
Terrence stood still, calm and calm, facing the full hall.
This is what I have to face and cannot choose.
He couldn't afford to come up so much that even though he was suffering from countless eyes, his mood was extremely calm.
In particular, the eyes of the more than a dozen dukes and counts, doubts, surprises, anger, unwillingness, deep thoughts, coexistence, and then invariably become a scrutiny and vigilance, cut like a sword.
And - that complex look from Jon Kevindir.
Jen only felt that the blood in his body was flowing up against him, hitting his brain.
He shivered slowly and stood up, staring at Taylors incredulously.
It is the boy.
how come?
The illegitimate son of Lord Mann.
he?
More ironically, I just saved his life from the assassin yesterday.
If you insist on it yesterday... or simply don’t have to step in, let him die under the sword of the assassin...
He squeezed his fists tightly and clenched his back teeth.
No, they haven’t lost yet.
still have a chance!
However, the bigger, more noisy, and more deafening cheers were uploaded from the Star Plaza.
The news of the descendants of the comet finally announced to the whole kingdom.
"Return to the seat, everyone," Gilbert said coldly: "I think, your Majesty will be humbly and accept the advice of your heirs."
"Why is this boy going to have a nine-pointed star... For twelve years... I will leave you..." Count Sorrel couldn't take back the surprised expression and sat back in the stone seat.
"We have never heard of the third child of Queen Koya... This unidentified child, who is it..." Count Dastan murmured, sitting back in the stone seat, frowning and pondering.
"Your Majesty, we still need an explanation!" South Dust's Duke of the One-eyed Dragon, Gossed lowered his head, making people unable to see the expression in his shadow, but his fists were never let go.
I saw him suddenly looking up, angered and staring at Kaiser V: "At this time, there is a boy wearing a nine-pointed star emblem... Are you fooling us!"
Kaiser V didn't even look at him, just staring at the other direction.
"Kai, I understand, so this is your purpose." Vale's eyebrows gathered tightly, gently exhaling a breath, and said: "With this disgusting person, you have already planned, the country that is convened today." It’s a meeting, it’s not for the sake of Eckst... but for this child.

The Duke of the Northern Territory leaned back to look at the expressionless Taylors, and then looked at the king who said nothing, lost the floor: "You all treat me as an idiot, are you?"
"Hah, for a long time, except for the North, I don't care about Exeter and the war," he said with a sarcasm: "Look, this is the glory of the stars, the afterglow of the empire."
Kaiser V did not pay attention to him, and the lords also avoided his gaze.
The obese Duke of Cullen rarely sees his eyebrows, thinking seriously and dignified, without words.
"Don't be surprised, this is the royal family, and the nineteen nobles," the Duke of Falkenhaus smiled, ignoring whether he had smashed himself into himself, ridiculed: "The pillars of the stars!"
Jon Kevindir, who calmed down, exchanged a look with Gust, who tried to communicate with the Duke of Cullen on another stone seat, but the latter only looked down and meditated, as if everything in the outside world was not his thing.
Damn old man.
The young Duke of the South Bank and the one-eyed Duke of the Cliffs secretly concealed at the same time.
It is clearly the initiator of the "New Star" and the laurel of the plan. When the accident happens, it always shrinks the fastest.
"Everyone heard the words of His Majesty," Gilbert watched as the Count and the Dukes sat back in their seats and responded coldly: "Your Majesty will recognize this boy as his blood in the country today."
The middle-aged aristocrats took a step forward and tried to suppress their excitement: "The star of the comet, here to renew..."
"Wait!" Duke of the Cliffs, the one-eyed Longkusde seems to have just recovered from the shock of the sinister, he interrupted Gilbert loudly: "We all know that there are two children under the arm of the family who are unfortunately married to twelve. Years ago, I still don't know what the boy is!"
Maybe it has little effect, but it should stop it anyway.
Otherwise, they planned for so long...
Tyres sighed and looked at Gust.
They are what Gilbert said, looking forward to relying on sudden crises to change the situation in the kingdom and to draw power and interests.
He swept through the statue, swept Jahn, and swept the counts.
Tyres lowered his gaze and shook his head slightly.
It’s like a farce in the vegetable market.
But it determines war and peace, and determines the future of countless people in this kingdom.
"Before you squat, at the meeting of the country, interrogate his son's identity," Count Goldwin, who is a king of the king, dissatisfiedly said: "Who gave you such power?"
"This is about the inheritance of the throne, the future of the Star Kingdom, and the power of the monarchs of every star has power," Earl Lacia received the eyes of Duke Jen, slowly swallowing: "You can play it."
Falkenhauser patted his hands and smiled sullenly. "Well, the royal family of the comet has just been swept into the garbage of historical antiques. Now it is the future of the kingdom that everyone cares about."
Both Curtis and Jen glanced at Falkenhaus at the same time.
"Let this farce finish soon," Var slammed his forehead and suppressed the anger. "No matter what the outcome, the North is facing the threat of war."
"Although I know that you don't care, even this crisis is... In short, let's finish." At the end of the day, the Duke of the Northland, who was on fire, shook his head slightly and taunted: "Whether the king or the lord...North I should never count on you."
The lords looked at each other and silenced for a while.
The voice of the Star Plaza has increased again, all the way to the Star Hall, but this time, I don’t know what it is for.
Kaiser V gently glanced at the scepter, attracting everyone's attention, and only seeing the iron king's expression is unremarkable, don't care.
"Tells, let everyone see who you are." The king's tone was dull, but the words made people look shocked: "Sooner or later, they will kneel in front of you, swear allegiance, become your arm, the pillar of the kingdom." ""
Several counts turned their heads quietly and completely abandoned their intentions.
Yes.
If this boy, he really became the supreme king of the stars in the future...
Jane quietly clasped his hands and quickly calculated the situation today.
If the High Council, composed of nineteen nobles, does not recognize the identity of this child... then...
Even if it will damage our popularity... This country is a meeting...
The footsteps sounded.
Everyone on the stone seat turned around and watched the boy walk to the side of King Kaiser.
The one who bears the whole audience looks thin and poor, but his expression is still calm, and even some absent-minded boys.
I saw him sighing.
"I am Tyles."
In the noisy background, the neat boy is soft.
So the people in the hall quickly quieted down to hear his words.
This is also the skill he learned during his previous speeches. When speaking in noisy occasions, it is not louder than them to calm others down.
Instead, let others have to shut up and listen to their own words.
"I am a descendant of the blood of the comet. My father is the supreme king of this country. His prince is Keithel. My grandfather is the king of this country, the king of Changzhi, and the hero of Eddie."
He swept through every lord in front of him.
He saw the Duke of the North, sitting alone, with a dull expression and a slang.
Val Arend.
And the two counties of the North, sitting behind him.
He saw the aggressive South Pitt Cyclops, staring at Jen, who shook his head slightly, and the eyes of Falkenhaus, the Duke of Cullen who bowed his head and laughed.
The expressions are different, but they are the same counties.
Even, with the scepter, the expression of light, Kaisell V.
Taylor suddenly became awake.
Their own identity, the inheritance of the royal family, and even the upcoming war, the safety of the stars.
I am afraid that it has never been considered by this group of people.
As for the casualties in the war...
The feeling of powerlessness and boredom in the boy’s heart became heavier.
Logically speaking, he should follow his sly, finish his "life experience" at Mann Manor, and then wait for the King and the Kings to complete the rest.
But Taylors only felt that he was somewhat embarrassed. He didn't want to follow the routine. He was fed up with it.
The boy's brain began to turn.
[The formation of the feudal state... Fengjun and vassals... Strong personal feelings and private colors... The struggle for power... gradually deteriorated...]
Until he slowly blinked, looking at the lords, his mouth twitched.
So everyone saw that the boy closed his eyes and opened it a second later, chuckling.
Gilbert saw Tyre's sneer, and the words he stopped, the heart was cold.
Is it?
Although this little gentleman often gives him a lot of surprises - but on such an important occasion, the best surprise is still less.
Thales blinked and slowly opened his mouth.
"I can prove that I am the blood of a comet, but..."
"But," Tyres swept over the aristocrats who looked at them, silently saying: "In any case, even if I can prove that I am a descendant of comet, you have the same reason to oppose it."
"Children," said Curtis, coldly: "Do you know what you are talking about? If you can't prove that you are..."
"The Duke of the Guardian of the Cliffs, Gustad Nantes," Tyres said coldly: "The reason why you are so fiercely opposed is whether it is for the stars and the royal family, or for your people to wear the crown. Don't you know what you know?"
"This is the country is the meeting, the whole Wangdu people are listening, you think that your dear righteousness, ‘I am deceiving for the sake of the stars’?

The crowd in the hall suddenly became awkward.
Gilbert began to worry, this is not the way he planned, he was about to speak - but Ginny pulled him behind her back.
"Let him finish," Ginny stared at Thales, whispering: "He doesn't look like no plan."
Sitting on the stone seat, Gossett stared at him with one eye, but Taylor could feel that the Duke of the Cliffs began to accelerate.
Tyres strode to the front of Gossett and stared at his one-eyed eye without fear: "You step into the hall of the stars with the slogan of supporting the North, uniting the kingdom, but ask for your own kingdom heir as Premise, otherwise refused to send troops, would rather look at the northward sinking - of course, perhaps the decline of the North, is good for you."
Val, who had been head down, raised his gaze and looked at the boy.
Gossett’s one-eyed eyes are still staring at Taylors, like the observations before the Mamba’s attack.
But Taylors has not finished speaking, and his eyes are burning, it seems to contain the deepest anger.
"But everyone knows - this is not a big meaning, but a deal! You don't care about the stars, not the royal family, not the people, but yourself! You are not a lonely hero who is willing to be criticized for the interests of the kingdom! You want What you want is a heir to the kingdom of the kingdom, but you must use the righteousness to cover up your desires and interests!"
Thales coldly used the knowledge he had learned in the past 20 days to conclude: "In the Far East - they call this the name of the sorrow and the words, and the translation is: the one-eyed dragon, you are a hypocrite, And it makes me sick."
There is only chill left in the monolith of Gustad.
The lords looked at each other and saw shock from their own eyes.
Although this is the inside story that smart people know, it is necessary to speak out in a large audience... this is too...
"Wow," Falkenhaus feared that the world would not slap the palm of his hand. He smiled and said: "At least your eloquence is good, boy."
Kaiser V gently touched his scepter and looked deep.
After a few seconds.
The crowd began to riot, and even in the seats of civilians and small nobles, some people were yelling.
"Are you finished?"
Gossett stood up with his teeth!
He walked up to the front of Tyres and looked down at him in a condescending manner. He had the pressure to say: "Damn boy, you think that nonsense can be transferred..."
"Shut up, hypocrite," Taylors suddenly raised his head and interrupted him coldly: "I haven't finished!"
"Standing in front of you is the blood of the comet, the descendants of Tomond I, you and your every generation of ancestors have vowed to swear the blood of allegiance!" Tyres looked down at the cliff without showing weakness. Duke, no sympathy:
"Even if you want to niche, look at your ancestors and give me respect."
Gossett was so eye-opening that he couldn't believe that the six- or seven-year-old child was in front of him and humiliated him with the unidentified comet. He even forgot the rebuttal.
A loud voice once again came from the square, and you can hear words such as "Iron Star" and "Prince".
"It's awful, it seems that the words have been passed down," Tyres sneered, and said mercilessly: "The duke of the hypocrite."
He waited for the reaction of Gust, and turned sharply, his eyes sweeping toward the lords.
"Do you have a deal in private?" Taylors calmly loudly:
"An aristocratic group targeting the following kings, killing the Exeter mission, inciting war, sinking into the north, getting territory and resources, someone getting promises and benefits, and others..." Taylors turned slowly, Looking at the young Duke of the South Bank, he said in a word:
"Maybe get that crown."
"Is it, Duke of Iris?"
Many people turned their heads and followed the eyes of Thales, looking at the Duke of Jon Kevindil.
In the eyes of Taylors and everyone, Jen felt very uncomfortable.
Yesterday, I accidentally saved and let go of the boy. The result was that the plan was broken and he was very angry.
However, the long-term strict education and aristocratic literacy have made him angry and indifferent, and have maintained the best manner.
"Children, random guesses don't help confirm your identity," Jen gave a friendly smile and calmly said: "If you don't intend to explain your life and give proof, then we need to send an investigation team, spend Some time, check your past and clearly..."
Tyres suddenly turned his head and interrupted him!
"I was hit by an assassin on the way to the Fuxing Palace yesterday," said Tyres, looking at the lord of the house, watching the changes in their eyes, and bluntly saying: "Thanks to you, the South Bank leader Duke, Jon Kevindi I shot in the middle, and I escaped."
Gilbert and Ginny looked at each other and saw concerns from the other side.
After hearing the news of the assassin, the crowd began to whisper again.
Tyres nodded to him, looking calmly:
"A life has been saved, and someone lacks a thank you."
Zhan Enqiang endured the anger in his heart.
This guy knows that I let you run this big fish, so...
So specifically come to me?
"You're welcome," on the surface, Jen smiled and nodded gracefully: "Every passer-by has been obliged to help, and you have thanked you yesterday - but even if the assassin is assassinated, Can't prove you..."
But Taylor did not let him go on.
"No, Master Kevin Deere," Tyres looked up coldly. "You misunderstood what I meant."
Tyres walked step by step toward Jen and slowly spoke at the pace - the words spoken in this way gave the greatest oppression and persuasion:
"I remember very clearly that the assassins were very surprised when they saw me. The leader even shouted a ‘no’ word,
said Tyles, walking to the stone seat of Kevindir, and slowly:
"Gilbert may have been very strange. My whereabouts are clearly not leaked, but why do I run into an assassin?"
Jane looked puzzled at the tales in front of him.
What is he doing?
"As a target for their assassination, I am also very surprised. At that time, almost no one knew who I was. Even if you were promised the crown, or the relevant interests you met me, you would not help but say, a sword stab Come."
"Until just now, I saw the adults of Kevin Dil and your accomplices, and when they wanted to establish their heirs, I finally figured it out," said Tyres, bowing his head and sighing deeply:
"They are not coming to kill me."
"It's about killing another person."
Jen finally changed color.
Taylor looked at Jense’s suspicion and then shocked his eyes, saying the rest of the words:
"Their goal is that another person has to go to the Fuxing Palace, destined to go through that street, and also because of secret travel, low-key, guarding the scarce big man."
Jane has been shocked to say nothing.
"Yeah, Duke of Kevindir."
Tyres’ eyes were steady, his words were cold, and he looked at Jen, who was already in his seat, and opened his mouth:
"Yesterday was my passing, and they were alarmed by their assassination."
In the corner where no one noticed, Ginny bowed her head and closed her eyes.
"Duke of the Duke, it is me, I am well-trained from a dozen or so, well-trained, tacit understanding, hidden deep, with the powers, armed with military steps, enough to defend the target under the guard of the extremes. Professional assassins..."
Tyres picked up the ashes and gently opened:
"... saved your life."
He dropped the last son:
"So, you owe me a thank you, Duke Kevin Dil."
General.
Jen figured out what was going on, and then the whole face gradually became pale, and the back unconsciously leaned on the stone seat.
The two behind him, the Earl of the South Bank, Karabyan and Lasia, all looked at each other with shock.
Broken 300,000 words!
To commemorate and celebrate this moment of history, I decided to play a few dota2.
PS: Looks like I am in the book review area, smelling the smell of grass.
(End of this chapter)