The night is deep and everything is quiet.

On the vast plains outside the capital, the faint glow of the purple moon seemed to be like a layer of light purple gauze covering the earth, filled with hazy beauty that seemed real and illusory. Suddenly, the cold wind on the summer night blew the green weeds that grew quietly under the tranquility, causing a series of squeaks full of layered ripples. The sound of insects that were alarmed in the sleep seemed to be added and intertwined into a wonderful chant belonging to nature.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the moon, the wind stopped, and the insects disappeared.

As if there were and not, the sound of the pulsation of the earth that was sometimes far away and sometimes near began to break the silence. At the end, the light and dark fire light appeared, just like the sun rising before dawn.

As we approached, in the gray smoke and dust rolling in the air, a high-flying flag appeared in the neighing sound of the horses under the collision of gold and iron, and countless black and shaking shadows showed their clear appearance.

The cold armor, bloodthirsty swords and guns, the restless horses neighed, and the flags were covered with cold and solemn marching soldiers. The vast army was like a giant red snake stretching across the dark earth.

And Kinslom was at the center of the "snake head".

In addition to the flag bearer Manqi, he followed his collaborators from Duo Xiuen and the eldest prince who had already met. As for the remaining kingdom guards, who were only more than 20 or 30, they all served as temporary officers, barely maintaining the normal operation of the Feiyu Army.

Whenever he thought of taking off the officers who were killed or fled from the Feiyu Legion, Kinslon couldn't stand the anger in his heart.

"Duo Xiuen, how are your injuries?"

He turned his head and looked at his pale deputy beside him, and Kinslon frowned and said with concern.

"Mr. Commander, thank you for your kindness, but this injury will not cost my life."

As soon as Duo Xiuen finished speaking, the severe pain in his chest immediately made him cough slightly, which made his words become unconvincing.

Kinslon shook his head and stopped exploring it. He admired his pride and self-esteem that rejected all weakness in his bones, but being too arrogant may not be a good thing.

He checked his injuries. His airflow was weak and almost confused, and his internal organs were severely stagnant. Once he made violent actions, it would only aggravate the physical endurance. It was only a matter of time before he died eventually.

He has decided that he will never allow the other party to participate in any dangerous actions.

...

The depraved and corrupted area of ​​Gerterdam, the prostitutes were wearing charming makeup, and the streets of the tavern were full of their colorful figures of hooking up guests. Occasionally, in the dark alleys, you could even hear the faint cheerful moans of men and women; the thugs gathered in the corners in groups of three or three and chatted with each other in a low voice, but their eyes were occasionally aimed at strange and wealthy pedestrians, as if they were discussing the choice of their goals...

"I saw the scenery here for the first time many years ago, but I didn't expect that many years later, the scenery here still has not changed. If the only trouble of people is that they have a good memory, maybe I even forgot who I am, but the only hatred has not been forgotten. Just like the scenery here, it will not change no matter how many years have passed."

Money Club, literally, has a very cheesy name.

However, here you can find the best women, the strongest wine, and even realize your dreams that you think you will never realize, but there is a premise that is as tacky as the name of the club, whether you have enough money ready for you.

"oh?"

"Because the battle between the two sides was fierce, Franmingo suddenly left the battle and disappeared in front of us in an instant." The man in black robe explained.

"Why did he do this?" Sreitel frowned.

"It seems like the king said something at that time."

"What's the matter?"

"Please forgive my subordinates for their incompetence. I did not hear what the king said clearly under the circumstances." The man in black robe said in panic.

Sretel shook his head, not seemingly caring.

Because he had confirmed the doubt in his heart, at the same time, another doubt suddenly arose.

When Franmingo heard what the king said, why did he evacuate in the battle without hesitation? Isn’t the king worried about the safety of his life?

He has always been full of vigilance for things that have always been unusual and strange.

However, he now has another more important thing waiting for him to complete.

"Where is the king imprisoned?"

"Lord! Do you want to-"

Hearing Sreitel's sudden inexplicable question, the man in black robe suddenly said tightly.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Sretel looked at the other person calmly.

"Please forgive your subordinates' sins! The king is now imprisoned in what His Highness Worans is here..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man in black robe slumped on the ground in pain, struggling for a while, and then he didn't say anything again.

Sretel shook his hand lightly, let out a cold snort between his nose and turned around and disappeared.

This piece never hesitated before, and even had no unnecessary thoughts. Just now, when he asked about the position of the king from him, he hesitated.

Hesitation means that he is no longer the trustworthy piece he used to be.

Hesitation means that he has betrayed himself.

In his eyes, the price of betrayal is only one way to death.

Sretel was very fast, and his erratic traces had no trace at all, but his target direction never changed.

Many years ago, he had conceived countless plans to assassinate the king. Although he gave up in the end, he clearly remembered the complex terrain routes in the palace.

Since the person you are going to kill is the king of a country, you must make meticulous and thorough preparations, and being familiar with the terrain and road map of the palace is naturally the most basic common sense.

The palace is very large, but for some people it is very small.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the palace where the king was imprisoned, but he did not take any further action.

Because someone blocked his way.

"Sreitel, I know you will definitely come here."

Luoslin looked at the other person, his expression was heavy.

"Since I'm here, you should know what I want to do." Sretel said coldly.

"I know."

"You don't know, otherwise you wouldn't stand in front of me."

"I haven't forgotten the agreement between us, but at least now is not the time to fulfill it."

"Why?"

"Because he has a role."

"What does it do?"

"Worance needs him to ascend the throne with justification."

"Very good! Very good!"

After saying that, Sreitel turned around and left.

It’s not that he was unwilling to forcefully kill the king in the palace to complete the revenge he had been waiting for for more than 30 years. Loslin alone would definitely not stop him. However, the reason why he really chose to give up was that the Scorpion Snake Guard was silent all the time.

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Chapter completed!