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Kingdom's Bloodline

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending? Thales did not have the answer. He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos. But Thales had nothing. The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe. “A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline's glory rests on the deeds of the King.” Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

Masterless Sword · Fantasy
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585 Chs

Bumping Into a Ghost

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Wait!"

While Thales and Nicholas were having a conversation, Aida, who was standing on one side of the roof and observing them, suddenly lowered her head. She then exclaimed, "Below me—"

The next moment, a loud sound suddenly rang!

*Boom!*

The wooden roof beneath Aida's feet shattered abruptly!

As the elf exclaimed, she fell from the roof into the house.

The expression of everyone on the street changed in unison!

Thales looked worriedly at the house Asda disappeared into. But Nicholas, whose face was contorted with anger, pulled the reins of Thales' horse backwards. "Protective formation!"

*Thud!*

The sound of something heavy falling onto the ground traveled into their ears.

Under their anxiety, the Northlanders moved in an orderly fashion. The elf protector's indignant, angry yell rang from the house, "Who are you—"

But before Aida could finish speaking, the sounds of weapons clashing rang intensely.