"Your Majesty......"

Hearing this call, Krylov III raised his head, his brows furrowed, and asked in a deep voice: "Rikan, is there something wrong?"

A hoarse voice came from the shadow of Krylov III: "In several northern territories, it is said that 'monsters' have appeared. ”

Hearing this, Krylov III put down his pen, turned back, and took a deep breath.

In the past few years, he has worked hard to 'persuade' the nobles to form a legion in each of the four directions of the kingdom, and although it is still idle, it has a unified organization, which is more convenient to dispatch.

The improvement of combat effectiveness is quite objective, and if there is any trouble in the kingdom, the speed of solving it is also quite fast.

It stands to reason that if there is a 'monster' in the kingdom, it should not be long before it is exterminated, and even if the legion is slow, it will not be enough for Rikan to report to the extent that it will be ......

"What happened?" said Krylov III, his eyes closed, his voice low.

"The beast has mutated...... Rickan paused, "Presumably, this change will continue." ”

What lasts?

Beasts transform into monsters!

Krylov III suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was very ugly.

But about all this...... They had expected it for a long time, but they didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

The magic that had spread from the Black Forest had not been able to affect the Duchy of Sorrowful Wind, or that place had been like this since a long time ago, so nothing had changed.

But their kingdom is different, it has always lived in an 'ordinary world', and it is easy to detect some small changes.

They are always different from that place...... This difference is not only manifested in terms of combat effectiveness, but also in the mentality of the person when dealing with things, and it is difficult for Krylov III to remain calm, at least for now.

Even though they had followed in the footsteps of that principality since a few years ago, they began to vigorously develop artillery and cannonballs, and although they had been walking behind the Duchy of Sorrow, they had not let up, and the news that came some time ago was even more encouraging.

Unfortunately, no matter how they prepared, the plan could never catch up with the changes, and they thought they could prepare everything before the 'magic tide' arrived, but now it seems that time is still far from enough.

"What about Fortes? Why didn't he come?"

Immersed in his own world, Krylov III woke up and asked Rickan this question, which was somewhat difficult for him to answer.

But in the end, Rickan chose to speak: "...... Sir Latisse is negotiating with the Church of Radiance and the Church of Death. ”

Even though Fortes Latisse had instructed him not to mention it in front of His Majesty, who had already worried too much about it, it was His Majesty who was loyal to him, and if His Majesty wanted to know, he could only tell the truth.

"Negotiations, what negotiations?" said Krylov III, frowning, and a dangerous gleam erupted in his eyes.

"He hopes that the Church of Radiance and the Church of Death will lift restrictions on the Bloodline......" Rykan reported in a low voice.

"And then?" Krylov III scoffed, propping himself up on the table, "and then he wants those 'Bloods' to fight for us?"

The nezumi hiding in the king's shadow hesitated, "...... Yes. ”

"Who gave him the authority to do this?" said Krylov III, stepping towards the door, his voice growing colder.

"Sir Latis, he ......"

"That's enough!" said Krylov III, pushing open the door and letting out a loud shout that startled the guards waiting outside the door.

They turned their heads suddenly, and saw the king, dressed in his coat, stepping out of his study, and hurriedly saluting.

But Krylov III didn't even look at them, waved his hand to get them up, and then strode towards the antechamber of the palace.

Although they were suspicious, the guards looked at each other, and left only two people to guard the study, while the others followed in the footsteps of His Majesty.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the brightly lit corridors, and the hastily dressed king arrived in the antechamber of the palace with several of his guards, and opened the door with his own hands, and suddenly a glow appeared before his eyes.

When the energy of several elemental pools condensed into a network under the royal capital, street lamps stood beside the streets, and the rivers flowing on the side of the royal capital brought infinite electricity, and the flowing electricity filled the last gap on the map, becoming the light that illuminated the entire city.

Under the starry night sky, looking at the golden moon in the sky, Krylov III closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The autumn night was cool, and the last vestige of air circulated in the king's lungs, and then he slowly exhaled the turbid breath, and opened his eyes, a look of determination appeared.

"Your Majesty......"

Recan's hoarse voice rang out from the side, and Krylov III turned his head unsurprisingly to take the reins he had handed him.

"Your Majesty!" the guards who followed the king suddenly seemed to understand something, and they all shouted in alarm.

Krylov III stroked his horse's mane, which was as white as skin, patted its strong neck, and turned over on the horse.

Sitting on his horse, the king said to his guards: "Stay here, or leave, but do not follow me." ”

With that, Krylov III flung the reins, and the white horse man stood up, kicking excitedly in the air with his two front legs.

Wow!

The white horse neighed, opened its four long sturdy legs, and galloped away with its master outside the palace.

The nezumi weaved through the shadows, having the gates opened before Krylov III appeared on his horse on his horse.

Under the panicked gaze of the palace guards, Krylov III galloped away from the palace on his horse, and the 'shadow guard' disappeared directly into the shadows, turning into a dark shadow and merging into His Majesty's shadow in full view.

Krylov III rode his horse through the sparsely populated Upper Town, and all of his 'decent men' exclaimed that His Majesty would choose to travel at such a time, and that he himself was 'on a rampage' through the streets.

They didn't know what he was for, and he wouldn't have answered their questions, but now his destination was the Church of Radiance, for Rickan had told him where Fortes Latiss was now.

Arriving in the slightly more crowded lower town, Krylov III had to slow down, but with the help of Rickan he was still fast.

The fact that the horse moves through the crowd under the direction of its owner is something new and even exciting.

In a short time, Krylov III had already arrived at the door of the Glorious Church, and at this time, the church was lit up.

The king turned over and dismounted at the gate, handed the reins of his horse to a paladin on duty, and then stepped into the church under the astonished gaze of the crowd.

As a sign of respect, Rykan stepped out of the shadows and stood by Krylov III's side as a bodyguard, his body still obscured by the tall figure of the loyalty, and his presence was reduced to the weakest, and few people could notice his presence.

"Fortes Latis!"

Suddenly hearing the king's voice, Viscount Latiss trembled slightly and craned his neck, while the elderly archbishop standing aside was smiling with his long beard.

Under the idol of the God of Radiance, Krylov III deliberately lowered his voice, but his eyes were still cold, and asked: "Who gave you such power?"

"Your Majesty......" Viscount Latiss looked at pitifully, startled by Krylov III's expression.

But those thoughts flashed through his mind, Viscount Latis gritted his teeth, and his eyes became firm again, "Those blood clans are citizens of our kingdom, they have the right to be protected by us, and naturally they also have the obligation to fight for us, aren't they?"

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