Chapter 1863: Strangling

Swearing at grandpa in front of his grandson is not authentic.
But now it’s not a chat, just talk freely, so I don’t hide it, and tell the most true feelings in my heart.
After listening, Philade Alexander looked slightly embarrassed, but not angry.
We looked at each other for half a minute, before he smiled bitterly: "Grandfather... he did have a period of life that was quite an asshole."
I was quite surprised that he did not refute, but accepted my words frankly and affirmed, although this affirmation was mixed with a lot of bitterness.
While surprised, I also heard that there was something in his words, it seemed that Philade Rupert was not a born nasty bastard.
After a moment of silence, I tentatively asked, "Can you tell me about Philid Rupert?"
Alexander looked at me with some surprise. He didn't understand why this little guy who had a look of contempt when he mentioned his grandfather the moment before, but the next second he looked curious and asked himself about his grandfather's deeds?
Is it to be able to despise grandfather's life more deeply?
Feeling the puzzlement from his sight, I explained: "I hope you don’t get me wrong. The reason why I want to know more about your grandfather’s deeds is not because of negative emotions, but because I am really curious. Frankly speaking, Before your tomb, I once robbed your grandfather’s tomb. His tomb is about three kilometers away from here. It is also a barren tomb. There are poisonous insect institutions and there are mountains of corpses in the compartments. All seem to be slaves of all races killed by your grandfather. After breaking into the main tomb, I had a fierce quarrel with your grandfather. He also wanted to use the power of the crown on his head to resurrect the dead. I was beaten to death. Fortunately, I took the crown and put it on my head first. Fortunately, I was able to activate the crown. Then he was drowned by the army of corpses. I didn't see the final fate. Here, but I guess he was probably torn apart into hundreds of irrelevant bone sticks."
When I talked about the probable end of Phil Rupert, Alexander’s eyes were not moved, but before that, when I mentioned that he could also activate the crown, he was moved and his eyes With doubts and surprises.
He stared at me for a long time, until I blushed and my heart beat, then said: "Can you activate the crown of kings?"
"This...is there a problem?"
"The Crown of Kings is one of the ten artifacts created by our ancestors with the blood and power of the gods. Only people of our royal blood can be activated..."
"Wait" I interrupted him: "You said'maybe'?"
Seeing him looking at me puzzledly, I explained: "You just said,'Only people with the royal blood of the fairies can be activated', can I understand that even if I have the royal blood of the fairies, it may not necessarily be Can you activate the artifact?"
"Yeah" Alexander responded and said: "Your analysis is completely correct. Not all fairies with royal blood can activate the artifact. Only the descendants of the first generation of the emperor emperor's blood can activate the power of the artifact."
His slender index finger pointed to himself, and slowly said: "In other words, only the descendants of my line have the bloodline that activates the artifact."
I ‘oh’, and murmured: "It turns out that the fairy queen is a direct descendant of Felid Rupert, no wonder she is so obsessed with power..."
Alexander interrupted my thoughts: "I just said that in my grandfather's long life, there is only a period of time as you said."
"Which period?"
"The last period of life" Alexander said solemnly: "Prior to this, my grandfather has been praised as the most merciful and fraternal holy monarch among the fairy emperors."
Holy King? !
tyrant? !
How could these two different names appear on the same person?
"Forgive me for being rude, and dare you to ask if your grandfather experienced great changes in the last stage of his life? Otherwise, how could there be such a sharp contrast between the two half lives?"
Alexander sighed, looking melancholy: "That's because...a woman."
"Woman?" Daji first thought of me.
On the blue planet, in and out of the book, in the neighborhood market, many places regard Daji as a confession to the country and the people, but in fact, she is just a poor woman, a spoil that was captured by the king of Shang to fill the harem.
It was the king of Shang who was indulging in beauty, indulging in extravagance, and delaying the country. In the end, he would put the responsibility of subjugating the country on a woman. To be honest, I am extremely disdainful of this behavior!
If the woman in Alexander's mouth was an innocent person like Daji, then I would have doubts about the character of the goblin race.
I sneered: "I really want to know, what kind of woman did Felid Rupert change from a sage to a tyrant?"
Alexander hadn't noticed the change in my tone, he might have noticed it, but he didn't care. After a little recall, he slowly said, "It's a...a fortuneteller."
"Augur?" His answer was completely different from my guess.
I always thought that he would say that the woman who influenced Felid Rupert's thoughts was some of his wife, but he told me that this woman was a fortuneteller?
"Does she have any other identity besides the identity of a diviner?" I asked tentatively.
"Nothing," Alexander affirmed: "She is just my grandfather's fortuneteller. Except for some divination, he has never had any contact with this woman."
Hearing this, I lowered my head shamelessly.
Meowing, my thoughts are simply too nasty, people are just ordinary work relationships, I would not consciously think of the bed-cloth relationship.
Using a light cough to cover up the embarrassment, I quickly recovered my peace and asked, "Which fortuneteller's divination is accurate?"
"Quite accurate... right."
"Uh, what do you mean by that last particle? Does it mean that you actually don't know whether her divination is accurate?"
Facing my preparation, Alexander smiled bitterly: "Yes, I really don't know how good this woman is, because in the turmoil after my grandfather's death, that woman was also killed by angry people."
"I'm very curious, what did that woman advise your grandfather?"
"I was young at the time," Alexander said, "but I also understand part of it. It is related to ethnic cleansing. It is not known which races will be cleaned."
"Ethnic cleansing?!" My face gradually became solemn: "Could it be... concentrated strangulation?"
Alexander nodded: "Yes, it's just concentrated strangulation."
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