Chapter 905: The King was Assassinated (Part 1)

?"His Majesty……"
Hearing this call, Krylov III raised his head, frowning, and asked in a deep voice, "Rickam, what's the matter?"
In the shadow of Krylov III, a hoarse voice came out: "Several territories in the north are said to have'monsters.'"
After hearing this, Krylov III put down the pen, looked back, and took a deep breath.
In the past few years, he has worked hard to "convince" the nobles to form a legion in each of the four directions of the kingdom. Although the idleness is still there, he has a unified organization, which is more convenient for scheduling.
The improvement of combat effectiveness is quite objective, there is no trouble in the kingdom, and the speed of resolution is also very rapid.
It stands to reason that if a "monster" appears in the kingdom, it should not be long before it will be destroyed. Even if the legion moves slowly, it is not necessary to let Rikkan inform him...
"What happened?" Krylov III closed his eyes and lowered his voice.
"The beast has mutated..." Rikkan's voice said, "According to speculation, this change will continue."
What continues?
The beast changes into a monster!
Krylov III suddenly opened his eyes, his face very ugly.
But about all this... they had already expected it, but they didn't expect it to come so fast.
The magic elements that have spread from the Black Forest have not been able to affect the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, or that place has been like this since a long time ago, so no changes have occurred.
But their kingdom is different. The kingdom has always lived in the ‘ordinary world’. Once there are some minor changes, it is easy to notice.
They are always different from that place... This difference is not only reflected in the combat strength, but also in the mentality when dealing with things and people. At least for now, it is difficult for Krylov III to remain calm.
Even if they have been following the pace of the Principality since a few years ago, they have begun to vigorously develop artillery and artillery shells. Although they have been walking behind the mourning wind, they have not been slack, and the news came a while ago. Hearts.
It is a pity that no matter how they prepare, the plan will never catch up with the change. I thought I could prepare everything before the arrival of the "Magic Tide", but now it seems that time is still not enough.
"What about Fords? Why didn't he come?"
Krylov III, who was immersed in his own world, woke up and asked Rekan the question that made him somewhat difficult to answer.
But in the end, Rekan chose to speak: "... Sir Latis is negotiating with the Glorious Church and the Death Church."
Even if Fortes Latis has told him, don’t presume this matter under your majesty. Your majesty has been too concerned about that matter, but he is still loyal to your majesty. If your majesty wants to know, he only Be able to tell the truth.
"Negotiation? What kind of negotiation?" Krylov III frowned, his eyes erupted in dangerous glory.
"He hopes that the Glorious Church and the Death Church can lift the restrictions on the "blood"..." Ruikan reported in a low voice.
"Then?" Krylov III snorted and stood up against the table. "Then he wanted those'bloods' to fight for us? Right?"
The Ratman hiding in the king's shadow hesitated, "...Yes."
"Who gave him the power to do this?" Krylov III took his steps and walked out of the door, his voice getting colder.
"Sir Latis..."
"Enough!" Krylov III pushed open the door, and at the same time gave a rant, which scared the guards waiting outside the door.
They suddenly turned their heads and saw that the king in his coat stepped out of the study and hurriedly saluted.
But Krelov III didn't even look at them, and with a big hand waved them up, and then strode the meteor toward the front hall of the palace.
Despite their doubts, the guards looked at each other, leaving only two people to guard the study, and the others followed the steps of His Majesty the King.
The swift footsteps echoed in the brightly lit corridor, and the hurried king brought several guards to the front hall of the palace, opened the door by hand, and suddenly there was a great glow in front of him.
When the energy of several element pools condensed into a net in the underground of Wangdu, a street lamp stood beside the street, and the river flowing on the side of Wangdu brought infinite power. The flowing power filled the last place on the map. A vacancy becomes the light that illuminates 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 trace of warm air circulated in the king's lungs. Then he slowly exhaled the air, opened his eyes, and the firmness appeared in a certain way.
"His Majesty……"
Rikkan's hoarse voice sounded on the side, and Krelov III turned around without a surprise, and took over the reins he passed.
"Your Majesty!" At this moment, the guards behind the king seemed to suddenly understand something, and shouted in shock.
Krylov III stroked the horse's white and flawless mane like a skin, patted its firm neck, and turned the horse.
Sitting on the horse, the king told his guard like this: "You stay here, or leave, but don't follow me."
After all, Krylov III threw the reins, the white horse stood up, and his two front legs kicked in the air with excitement.
Rule of Law!
The white horse sighed, stepped on four sturdy long legs, and drove the master toward the outside of the palace.
The Ratman shuttled in the shadows, and Krelov III had ordered the door to be opened before he appeared at the gate of the palace on his horse.
Under the panic of the guards of the palace, Krylov III drove away from the palace on a horse, and the "guard of the shadow" escaped into the shadow directly, and turned into a shadow under the eyes of everyone. In the shadow of your majesty.
Krylov III rode a horse and galloped in the upper-city area where pedestrians were scarce, so Rao did. He noticed that his "decent man" exclaimed, his majesty would choose to travel at this time, and he was riding alone. The horse ran rampage on the street.
They did not know what he was for, nor would he go to answer their doubts. Now his destination is the Glorious Church, because Richam has already told him where the current Fortes Latis is.
After coming to the slightly crowded Lower Town, Krylov III had to slow down, but with the help of Rikkan, he was still very fast.
The horse runs through the flow of people under the direction of the master, which makes it feel novel and even exciting.
A short time later, Krylov III had rushed to the door of the glorious church, and at this time, the light of the lights appeared in the church.
The king turned over and dismounted in front of the gate. Under the eyes of all eyes, he gave the horse's reins to a guarded paladin, and then stepped into the church under the surprise of everyone.
To show respect~EbookFREE.me~Rikkan also walked out of the shadows as a guard standing beside Krylov III, his body was still obscured by the tall figure of the loyal person, and his sense of existence was reduced to the weakest. Few people can notice his existence.
"Fortes Latis!"
Suddenly the king's voice was heard. Viscount Latis shuddered slightly and shrunk his neck, while the old archbishop standing beside him had a long beard and a smile on his face.
Under the idol of the of brilliance, Krylov III deliberately lowered his voice, but his eyes were still cold, and he asked: "Who gave you such power?"
"Your Majesty..." Viscount Latis looked pitifully, startled by the expression of Krylov III.
But those thoughts flashed through my mind, Viscount Latis gritted his teeth, and his eyes became firm again, "Those blood races are citizens of our kingdom, they have the right to be protected by us, and naturally have the fight for us. Duty, isn't it? Your Majesty!"
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