Chapter 288: assassin

Due to some reasons, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to visit this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name of this site EbookFREE.me (the first letter of literature + org point com, EbookFREE.me) to find the way home!
Torres ’s castle was searched by the Carinthian Army, so no officer of the peacekeeping force was seen here.
Meng'er followed Anrui to the castle. Anrui looked back and looked at Meng'er. She smiled and said, "Meng'er, I have a book in the library. You can find it for me. The idiot goddess of salvation. "
Menger grunted, unhappy, and said: "Well, if you lose things every day, you know that you call me."
An Ruizhong rubbed Meng'er's head drowningly, leaned into Meng'er's ear and whispered, "I have learned a new driving technique, and I will try it back."
"Meow, you know bullying others."
Speaking of Meng'er, she ran towards the library, thinking about An Rui's new skills.
Anrui turned around and took a deep breath, looking up at the towering castle, and immediately under the watchful eyes of the Carinthian Army, walked into the castle along the avenue.
After being delegated to Torres by his father Nord, Ori was put under house arrest by Norman.
As Nord raised the counter-flag, Norman directly put this nephew of his own size into the dungeon.
In the dim dungeon, Ori, the poor nobleman, had a hungry meal and a dark day.
Cold stones, filthy dirty water, dirty mice that have "squeaked".
The dungeon that didn't even have an iron window made Ori feel very uncomfortable.
The wet straw was spread on the ground, which made Aoli, the noble, unacceptable.
"I am the prince of Florence, I am the royal bloodline, you cannot treat me like this!"
Aoli protested, but also ignored.
Of course, such a protest also made Ori get a hard black bread every day, so that he will not be starved to death.
Following Norman's expedition, Origen's existence seemed completely forgotten.
Without guarding Ori, Ori has no ability to escape.
Weakness, loneliness, and helplessness are all true feelings that Aoli felt in the dungeon.
And the "squeaky" little elders said that they gradually became Aoli's companions.
Ori broke the unappetizing, hard black bread into small pieces, threw them on the ground, and ate the dirty little mouse.
Gradually, Ori disliked the little mouse and became in love with the only guy who could communicate with him.
And that little mouse changed from a mouse that was a little evasive to Origen, to a home mouse that accepted Origen and began to snooze on Origen's shoulder from time to time.
"Wow la la ..."
A sound of mixed keychain and footsteps suddenly flickered in the dim passage.
He had n’t seen anyone for 3 days, and with the black bread 3 days ago, Aoli barely maintained it until now.
Come here?
They finally remembered that there were still people in the dungeon?
"Hey, what are you doing, why didn't you give me food!
There are still people in the dungeon, hello! "
As Ollie's voice sounded, the sound of footsteps also accelerated towards this side.
Moments later, I saw three Carinthians wearing red military uniforms and UFO hairs with red tassels appear in front of Aoli.
"Carinthian Army !?
What's going on, how do you guys show up here? "
One of the Carinthian troops looked at Origen and said, "Anri, king of Carinthia, the regent of the Panda Empire, has led the army to recover the capital, Torres.
The rebels have been annihilated.
Are you a political prisoner held here? still is? "
Aoli stunned: "Regent? What do you mean?"
The situation outside was unclear, and not even Norman ’s death.
Aoli shook the iron railing and shouted: "I am Aoli, the eldest son of King Florence, let me go out, I want to see King Carinthia !!"
The Carinthian army did not expect that they even found the eldest son of the rebel leader Nord in the dungeon. Is this the rhythm of the father's filial piety?
The soldiers quickly opened Aoli's cell door and released Aoli.
The little mouse also followed Aoli's shoulder, and Aoli's unkempt look was disappointing.
Gently rubbed the mouse's head, and then asked, "Have you eaten? I haven't eaten well for a long time."
If possible, I hope that His Majesty Anrui can change clean clothes for me. "
Torres Castle is no longer the owner, and now the entire castle is empty.
It turned out that the Norman maids were also recruited by the Carinthian army to serve Ori.
Bathtub, hot water, undress, maid bath.
The luxury of the male noble standard.
Aoli jumped into the bathtub and comfortably asked the maid to wash herself clean.
Even the little mouse in the dungeon that came out with him let the maid put bubbles on the soap made by China and rubbed it.
After changing to a clean Chinese uniform, Origen brought the little mouse to the dining table.
The Carinthian Army asked the chefs in the castle to make a few simple dishes.
No matter if it is a simple dish, it is also a royal dish, delicious and delicious.
Ori has completely disregarded the image, and Ori, who has been hungry for many days, and his little dungeon mouse brother are happily on the table.
Just when Ori had a full meal, An Rui also came in.
The dungeon saw the stranger who came in suddenly alert, and hissed on the head of Ollie. Two small paws grabbed Ollie's hair and watched.
Aoli raised his head and saw An Rui coming, wiped his hands full of hand oil, swallowed the pork thighs in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty An Rui."
The two came for a hug, and An Rui didn't raise the oil in Origen's hands. It was a big deal to go back and change clothes, rich and capricious.
An Rui slightly surprised: "His Royal Highness, why are you here?"
Aoli just told the story one by one.
An Rui was enlightened, turned out to be taken hostage by Norman.
But thinking of this, An Rui suddenly seemed to understand a little bit.
Where is this sent to be a hostage, clearly gave Norman a head.
Nord took advantage of Norman's hand to kill the eldest son directly while he raised the counter-flag.
Not only does Norman carry the charge of killing a beast, but it can also make Florence's first heir to second son Vill.
An Rui suddenly felt that his political IQ had risen again. Can this be seen?
Of course, this is indispensable to Guan Lin's analysis of Norman and Nord brothers and their personal relationships.
An Rui looked at the little brother, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled bitterly: "His Royal Highness, you are afraid you were almost killed."
Ollie nodded honestly and was locked up in the dungeon.
At this time, An Rui felt like a great savior in his eyes, complaining repeatedly: "I ... so miserable."
"Your Highness, why not take refuge in Anribao first?"
Ollie froze: "What? What's going on? Wouldn't you send me back to Florence?"
An Rui said his analysis, and Ori was surprised: "No, father wants to get rid of me?"
Aoli looked at Anrui in surprise, only to see Anrui nodded: "You think about the reason for this, if you and Virby, from the perspective of ability, strength, and Nord's appreciation, who would he like to come to?" Inherit the title of Florence? "
Aoli suddenly opened his eyes wide: "That means the father ... the father wants to take the hand of His Majesty and kill me?"
An Rui has not forgotten to provoke the relationship between the two. Of course, this is indeed the case. An Rui only said the truth: "Yes, if you are not talking, the heir will be Will.
Maybe Nord or even Will will send assassins to assassinate you.
If it was n’t His Majesty Norman, to protect you, detain you in a dungeon, I ’m afraid you have ...

An Rui said beautifully, discrediting Nord and Ville, elevating the dead Norman, and deepening the enmity between the father and son of Nordville and Origen.
Austrian could not help but take two steps back: "No, it is impossible, the father will not be like that."
Even the dungeon mouse on Ori's head followed the protest's "squeak".
An Rui didn't know how Aoli was mixed with this little mouse, it was Aoli's special hobby.
But when An Rui was about to provoke further trouble, he saw that the armor in the room suddenly showed his rank.
An Rui was shocked: "Fuck! Armor puppet!"
More than a dozen armored puppets of more than 50 levels suddenly moved, and at the same time, the gargoyles on the top beams of the room also showed their levels.
"All members above level 50! Lying trough!"
Anrui is only at level 45 at this time, and has to face nearly 30 monsters of more than 50 levels alone?
Aoli also exclaimed: "So ... what is that?"
"call……"
A ball of fire sprayed directly from the mouth of the gargoyle on the top beam, and shot straight towards Aoli.
An Rui swung the sword of the oath violently, and with a "shoo", the fireball was cut off.
A solemn look at Aoli: "Their goal is you ?!"
Recalling what An Rui just said to himself, Aoli was excited: "Father King? Will?
Damn it, assassin! ! "
If you like the development manual of the different world, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) The literature update of the development manual of the different world is the fastest.