In order to facilitate Father Valentine's actions, Marshal Lucas also specially bought a dilapidated aristocratic mansion in the inner city, and it was not in his own name, and the beginning and end were clean enough to confuse the public. Even if someone has a heart to track it down, it will definitely not be able to find his head.

Under the cover of Marshal Lucas, Valentine escaped from the palace, entered the alley near the mansion that Lucas had prepared, and walked through a camouflaged door in the wall of the mansion, successfully disappearing from the imperial city.

Valentine walked into the room, and Faroua and Yang Hai were already waiting there, and Faroua asked straight to the point, "How is the situation?" ”

"It was exactly what we expected." Father Valentine, drenched and a little wolf-like, took a deep breath, the divine fire ignited on his skin, the moisture was quickly evaporated, but his clothes were intact.

"The Holy Light spell is interesting, but the attack power is a little worse." Faroua glanced at it and commented.

"I can feel the strong elemental affinity in you, hasn't the general considered becoming a mage?" Father Valentine asked, "Your magical talent is quite rare. ”

"Magic is a symbol of heresy in this country, and I don't want to fight the gallows around my neck." General Faroua shrugged his shoulders: "Besides, it's so cool to cut people with a knife." Magic or something, it's soft and unpleasant, I don't like it. Was the king corrupted strictly? ”

"It's worse than we thought." Stilline's expression showed some concern: "I see the boundless fear and darkness. The king didn't realize that he was being corrupted, but even in such a situation, the dark power in him was so strong that my holy light could not penetrate it at all, which is not something ordinary evil spirits can do. Severon's curse is very strong, this evil spirit was born from the king's soul fire, and the king's malice and evil thoughts are so strong that this evil spirit grows far faster than I imagined, and we may be in trouble. ”

The door was pushed open very roughly.

General Lucas walked in with a gloomy look on his face.

"Valentine!" Lucas yelled, "Do you have to make such a big move!" Do you know how stressed I am right now? The whole city garrison is looking for you—everyone is crazy. You said that such a test would not alarm the king! ”

Lucas was really angry. He yelled at Valentine for a minute before stopping.

Valentine recounted what happened very innocently.

Lucas covered his face and groaned weakly, not knowing whether to be ashamed or angry for the king.

"What do we do now?" Lucas rubbed his swollen temples: "Do you want to ...... Kill him? ”

In the end, Lucas's own voice was lowered. A day earlier, he had fallen out with his good brother for supporting the king. But in the blink of an eye, was he going to kill him? Lucas didn't know what the mood was, but other than that, he didn't know what to do. The king has been controlled by evil spirits, and if his rule is allowed to continue, there will be no hope for the country anymore. The consequences of this are too harsh. Marshal Lucas couldn't fool himself.

"It's a way......" Valentine said halfway before being interrupted by Faroua.

"No, the king can't die yet." "If the king dies at this time," said Faroua, "the whole kingdom will immediately fall into fear and turmoil, and the evil spirit will become even more powerful, and perhaps we will never have a chance to destroy it again." ”

"But you can't let it go, it's absolutely not okay." Father Valentine shook his head and said, "The king is the beginning of this qiē catastrophe, and as long as he lives, the evil spirits will manipulate him to cause more war and chaos. For us, this is chronic suicide, and it is better to fight for it. ”

"Fight?" Faroua sneered: "What to fight?" With the lives of the people of the kingdom of Lakhta? We simply can't afford to lose our gamble. ”

"But we don't have a choice." Father Valentine stared into General Faroua's eyes: "If we gamble, it is possible to destroy the evil spirits; If you don't bet. There was no hope at all. ”

"I'm not going to buy that, is that your level of expertise?" Faroua glared at Valentine.

The priest bowed his head in shame.

"If only I could use the oracle...... Maybe there's hope......" Valentine whispered, "but I'm not strong enough......"

"Forget it." Faroua took a deep breath: "This matter, strictly speaking, has nothing to do with you. You're not a Lakhta. ”

Father Valentine wanted to say something. But I didn't know where to start, so I had to be silent.

The room suddenly fell into embarrassment.

Faroua snorted, got up and walked outside.

Lucas, who had been silent, suddenly woke up. Asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"There's always a way, Lucas, there's no invincible existence in this world." Faroua walked out without looking back: "There will always be a way. ”――

Although he suffered a thrilling "assassination", in general, it was a small matter and did not affect the good mood of the great king.

After a day's fighting, surrounded by the royal guard of honor, His Majesty the King returned with a full load.

He hunted six rabbits, three turtledoves, a deer, and even a fierce boar - although his guards fought bloodily in the process to get the last arrow of the king's majesty, but in any case, it showed his bravery, didn't it?

"It seems that the fruits of the kingdom's forests are truly abundant." His Majesty sighed, "With such a gift, those hunters can easily live a nourishing life in the mountains." Lucas's guy was always worried about being too heavily entrained, and I don't think that's a big deal. ”

The nobles next to him were amused by this cold joke and praised His Majesty's wisdom.

Because they had too much fun, on the way back, the sun set, the moon rose, the hunting procession slowly moved forward under the starlight, and even the nobles had already roasted meat on the cart and brought it to the king.

Eventually, the team returning to the city was stopped by the prime minister.

His Majesty the King was feeding the beauties in the carriage, and was in high spirits, when the guards opened their mouths to report to him about Moretti's arrival, and when His Majesty the King stepped on, he felt a basin of cold water splash down. Moretti has always been a good hand at spoiling the mood and destroying the atmosphere, so it's not good for him to set his sights on it. But the prime minister is so old and works tirelessly to go out of the city, there must be something important to report, and the king still understands this reason.

So Lothar III reluctantly asked the beauties around him to step down and let the guards bring the prime minister in to talk about things.

"See Majesty." Moretti saluted.

Lothar III waved his hand impatiently.

"Uncle Moretti, what is there that you want to go out of the city to talk about?" Lothar III asked listlessly.

Moretti did not reply, and looked at the king with blank eyes.

“…… Uncle Moretti? "Lothar III felt that something was wrong.

"Rentillo," Moretti whispered to the king's name, her lips twitching, "promise me, promise me to be a good king." Don't do those ridiculous things anymore, your father has high hopes for you, and he is gazing at you in heaven—"

"What do you mean!" Lothar III impatiently interrupted Moretti: "Is it sick? Run here and preach to me! What the hell is going on with you? ”

Moretti's eyes gradually returned.

"Lentillo......" The old prime minister closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed, "You brought this on yourself." ”

The king was about to say something, but the old prime minister stepped forward suddenly, and under the king's horrified and disbelieving gaze, he pressed him down on the couch, grabbed him by the throat with one hand, and took the soft pillow with the other, and pressed it against the king's nose.

The king struggled violently, trying to cry for help, his legs kicked, but Lothar III had been indulging in wine for a long time, and his strength was mediocre, and he was no match for the old prime minister.

Soon, the king's struggles became more and more powerless.

"I gave you a chance." The prime minister's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was crazy: "As long as you promised me just now, I would let you go, but you asked for it!" I will not disgrace the king, nor will I let Lakhta decay into your hands. Go with confidence, go to the kingdom of heaven, and remember to tell your father that Moretti has lived up to his instructions. I will be the new king, Lakhta, and will eventually plant my flag in every corner of the continent. Go with confidence, my child. My good boy! ”

The king's last strength was also lost from his body.

After doing this, the prime minister sat in the carriage, took out the crown from his bosom, rubbed the jewel on it, and put it on his head.

"Good boy, you can't die yet." Moretti licked his lips: "Lucas, that guy is going crazy, Faroua is also a variable, you have to live." ”

As he spoke, Moretti tore open a scroll.

The power of the runes shone brightly, and the king's body began to wriggle, and then quickly stood up mechanically.

"Do things according to your habits." Moretti commanded.

"Yes, master." The corpse puppet replied without the slightest emotion.

Moretti laughed with satisfaction. He pulled back the curtains, looked at the moonlit earth outside, and listened to the cooing of the wheels of the carriage, all of which were so satisfying.

From now on, the kingdom will be ruled by him. As long as he takes out Lucas and Faroua, the two who stand in his way, no one in the kingdom will be able to resist his rule. When the time comes, the king's flesh and blood puppet will no longer have zài, and he will ...... You can also wear that crown openly and justifiably.

It's a shame that now, the time has not come.

Moretti took the crown off his head and placed it in the king's arms.

"Be careful, don't break it."

"Yes, master." (To be continued......)