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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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760 Chs

Chapter 125 Reception

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Castle Star Lake, night.

The guard's dining room was full of dust and cobwebs, with only two candles casting a red glow that created ghostly shadows.

But at this moment, many people were crowded in here, dining, the atmosphere noisy and lively.

"That old man, what's his name, Vitano," D.D leaned against the wall, his legs propped up on a bench, taking a big bite of bread, "since he arrived here, I've never heard him utter a single word, could he be a zombie crawling out of the soil?"

Zombies.

Everyone dining at the same table looked at each other, and subconsciously glanced at another dining table behind them.

D.D realized something, he smiled awkwardly and waved at the real "zombie"—Golov:

"Sorry about that."

Golov was drinking soup, and at the words, he dropped his spoon, his gaze turning cold:

"Why apologize?"

Doyle was startled by the zombie's fierce gaze.

"I..."

D.D realized he had misspoken, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and bowed his head: