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Faroua and Lucas discussed some more details of the operation, and after thinking about the way back, the negotiation was over. Lucas wrapped himself in the ridiculous-looking outfit again, got up and left, and his figure disappeared into the night.

"The plan is already in place." Faroua said to Yang Hai and them, "Now it's up to Father Valentine." The gods have blessed Lakhta, the land has endured too many calamities......" General Faroua shook his head, unable to continue.

Yang Hai looked at the tiredness in the corners of Faroua's eyes, and thought to himself that this great general was really miserable, and he finally found a good opportunity to retreat to the countryside, and was forced to come out of the rivers and lakes again by this kind of messy thing. It seems that General Faroua's father may be right, and his son is destined not to be a good farmer—

The king was completely unaware that the crisis was coming to him step by step.

On this day, the young king was in a good mood. When the weather is sunny and cloudless, the best activity is hunting. Although the first army has been dispatched to the Bauhinia Principality, and the entire Lakhta has entered a state of intense preparation, it will not affect the mood of His Majesty the king in the slightest.

Anyway, Lucas is responsible for these things, and for Lucas, His Majesty can still be trusted.

As for the tedious political affairs, leave it to the old fellow Moretti. Although the old guy is old, he is strong and experienced, and he still has a lot of experience in dealing with those trivial housekeeping, so he doesn't need to worry too much. Moretti this old thing. Everything is good, but sometimes he will be a little verbose, constantly forcing him to learn those tedious tasks.

Sometimes, the young Lothar III was a little unhappy with Moretti - being good at delegating power is my excellent quality as an emperor, if it weren't for my decentralization, would you be where you are now? But he also knew that Moretti was loyal to him, so he pinched his nose and plugged his ears to listen to certain words, and it was a big deal to listen to one ear and the other ear.

Anyway, Wen has a prime minister. Marshal Wu, His Majesty the King In such good weather, it is better to hunt for recreation.

Lothar III loved to hunt, the moment he shot his prey, breathing the sensation of life flowing through his fingertips; The guards and noble ministers who liked him cheered loudly, whether they were true or fake - this qiē made him feel good.

Today, of course, is no exception.

So Lothar III prepared to bathe and change his clothes and went to the forests north of the royal city to continue his hunt.

Soon, Lothar III's good mood was disturbed.

He was bathing, soaking in the rising hot tub. It is covered with jasmine essence and rose petals, and when combined, the two fragrant floral scents give off a flavor similar to that of chilan, which many women in Lothar III say they like. That's why Lothar III always bathed in them.

His female officer stood by the bath with her hands down, and reported to him about the situation in the northern garden.

Soon after Lothar III ascended the throne, the forests north of the royal city were assigned to the royal family's private domain, simply because of his penchant for hunting. And there are more beasts in that forest. This decision cut off the livelihood of many hunters who relied on the mountains to eat the mountains, and they also secretly entered there to hunt in defiance of the law. But in the end, they all had their arms cut off.

Lothar III complained about this, and he felt that trespassing on the royal gardens should be a capital offense, and that the untouchables should understand what would happen to the king's prey. However, because of the Prime Minister's strong opposition, the punishment was changed to cutting off the hands.

What the female officer is talking to him about is how many people have been punished for entering the garden this month.

"Yo, the number of people who have broken their hands has suddenly increased this month." Lothar III whistled.

"Because of your order, the war has begun." The female officer said quietly: "Many farmers are conscripted into the army, and their children go to the wooded area to hunt in order to survive. ”

"Ridiculous!" Lothar III said disdainfully: "I have only rowed a small wooded area, why don't they hunt elsewhere." ”

The female officer didn't speak, but just sneered: "The prey in other places has been driven into the royal garden by those nobles who flatter you." ”

The king, however, became interested in this female official, and the servants of the court were constantly changing, and no female official dared to speak so bluntly to him. The king turned his head and saw a face with an average but holy face, and immediately laughed, and suddenly became obscene, and teased: "Beauty, come and play with me." ”

The female officer took a deep breath.

"No, Your Majesty." The female officer said expressionlessly.

Lothar III smiled wickedly, reached out and grabbed the female officer's ankle, and pulled her into the water at once.

This time something happened, and the female officer let out an exclamation, but it was just ...... It's just that this cry is thick and slightly hoarse, and it turns out to be a man's voice!

Under the stunned gaze of the king, the face of the female official was rapidly deformed, and she turned into a big man with a brown beard! The clothes also showed their original appearance, and the big man was floating in the water, and his chest hair was swaying with the steaming water......

"Shameless!" Father Valentine was so angry that he was incoherent, and when Faroua came up with the idea, he had considered so many possibilities, but he had no idea that he would be molested by the king. But at this point, it was useless to think about it, Father Valentine narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists, and the golden holy light condensed in his fist and suddenly exploded.

The blinding light made the king subconsciously close his eyes, and Father Valentine stared at the king - when the light hit the king's body, it was blocked by a layer of jet-black something, and Father Valentine recognized the breath and felt the familiar evil power.

Having verified his conjecture, Father Valentine cursed secretly, feeling the trouble of his current situation. The king's screams were heard, and soon the guards would rush in, and how could he run out, but a priest who was helpless?

Valentine couldn't think much of it, for the footsteps of the guards had already sounded, and the king had been temporarily blinded by the light. But it will soon be restored.

Valentine jumped out of the hot tub and rolled up the hem of his soaked robes, and an arc of light split a crack in the wall and rushed out.

……

When the king came, the guards had already rushed in.

"Rubbish! Rubbish! Rubbish! The king shouted angrily: "You wretched! This king was almost assassinated, where did you all run away? ”

A group of guards fell to their knees and shivered.

"Don't chase it yet!" The king said angrily.

Lu ...... Marshal Cass had already taken Cassner in charge of their pursuit. The captain of the guard boldly replied to the king's words, and sent a sycophant: "We ...... We can't leave, what if that assassin kills a rifle? Or the safety of the majesty is the most important. ”

Thinking of the thrill just now, Lothar III was also shocked into a cold sweat, feeling that this guard was right. It's not worth the risk for this, forcing yourself to calm down.

"Why is Marshal Lucas here?" The king raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't he be in charge of the overall situation in the military department now?" ”

"The marshal came not long before you bathed." The guard replied, "He said he had a report to you about the battlefield situation in the Principality of Bauhinia. ”

"Another day!" The king said in a vicious voice: "This king is going to hunt!" Come, serve the king and change his clothes. ”

What neither the king himself nor the guards saw was that wisps of black light emanated from the king's body, like flowing water, slowly, slowly on the ground, and into the crown next to the bath.

The jewel of the crown shone with a dazzling light -

Prime Minister Moretti was on duty today, and he almost suffered a cardiac arrest when he heard his subordinates report on what was happening in the court.

It's the time of war. It is a special time, and it is possible for anything to happen at this time. No one has decreed that a king will not be killed by assassins, and since ancient times there have been countless heroes who have died under daggers stretched out in the darkness, let alone in any sense of the word. Lothar III doesn't seem to have much to do with heroes.

The strength of the Principality of Bauhinia is a far cry from that of the Kingdom of Lakhta, for whom the current king has no heirs, so killing the king is a way to quickly plunge Lakhta into chaos. If there is a fire in the backyard of the Kingdom of Lakhta. Of course, they didn't have the heart to invade them, and the price they might pay for it was only the Assassin's accidental death.

The risk and the benefit are not proportional at all, and this business is too cost-effective. Moretti felt that the Principality of Bauhinia must have sent an Assassin.

According to the accounts of his men, the king almost died!

The old prime minister was not destined to be frightened only once today, and when he arrived at the king's baths, the king had already put on his civilian clothes and went hunting in the northern gardens!

"Nonsense!" Morettiden was furious: "This is just nonsense! The assassin who assassinated him has not yet been apprehended, how can he, how dare he run out. What if the assassin was still staring at him? What the hell is going on with you guys, and why don't you stop it? ”

The head of the guard lowered his head with a bitter face, not daring to refute, this is really not a person inside and out. They didn't dare not listen to the king's words, and the prime minister didn't dare to disobey them, but what if the two of them had an opinion?

No matter how big the grievance is, the chief guard can only endure it.

Moretti lost his temper and said with a straight face: "I'm going to go in and have a look." ”

The chief guard hesitated: "But...... The bathing palace of His Majesty ...... "Outsiders are not allowed to enter!"

"This is the scene of the assassination, and that assassin is still at large!" Moretti glared: "Do you mean I'm not allowed to go there to have a look?" I need to find clues and track down this assassin so that his safety can be assured. ”

The guards struggled for a while, but finally let them go. After all, Moretti's status was very different from that of ordinary nobles, and if he wanted to see the king, he could do so every day, and there was really no need for these guards to be villains.

Moretti walked in alone, and the others were confined to the ban and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Just now, Father Valentine's arc of holy light caused a lot of damage to the bathhouse, Moretti walked into the bathhouse, carefully breathed in the remaining holy light in the air, he smelled the fragrance of sweet cream. This is a sign of high intensity of light.

Moretti was looking for other clues when he saw something and was stunned.

He saw the king's crown.

He often saw the crown, but in those days it was worn on the king's head. Moretti sighed and was about to leave, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Sapphire in the crown...... It is emitting a purple glow.

This purple glow is so familiar......

Moretti bit her lip.

In his dreams, the crown he dreamed of was ...... Flashing with purple light.

Moretti suddenly felt that his feet were no longer his own, and he moved it mechanically step by step, holding the crown in his hand, rubbing it gently, feeling the rough texture.

A voice suddenly sounded from my heart.

"Put it on!"

Moretti looked around weakly.

The guards didn't dare to come in, there was no one here.

With trembling hands, Moretti placed the crown on his head.

At that moment, the black light that no one could see except Yang Hai boiled violently, and in an instant, it enveloped the prime minister. (To be continued......)