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In the royal capital, the night is dark.

After several military disasters, the number of people still left in the royal capital was less than one-tenth of the original, and the originally brightly lit city became much quieter than before, but this quiet night was torn apart by the frightened screams of a middle-aged man.

"You, who are you?"

Facing the frightened Duke Kane, the masked Harry threw himself with a smirk, despite his injuries.

Amidst the fierce crackling and screaming, William lifted the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea with a calm expression.

This is the camp where the guards are trained, and after the failure of the "assassination" of Avril Lavigne, he was escorted here by a group of big men, and it was a drill, and those days full of sweat and muscular men seemed to be right in front of him.

It's just that now this place has been abandoned, and even used as a garrison by Leonard's legion for a time, and everything he is familiar with has been completely demolished.

William lifted the veil from his face and took a sip of the tea on the table, a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

In the past few months, the originally lively and noisy royal capital has become deserted, and the brothel theater in the royal capital has remained intact, but the beautiful young ladies inside have long disappeared.

Most of the noble ladies who originally lived in the royal capital all the year round returned to their own territory under the protection of their father and brother, and the balls and parties were naturally gone, and even the royal palace where they had seen the gate was burned to the ground, as if those happy and salted fish days had never existed.

"Don't, don't fight, who the hell are you?"

In the interval between Hans's stopping, Kane covered his face and asked his question, the arrogance and arrogance of the Duke were long gone, and the look on his face was both sad and frightened.

Although there were not many guards he brought this time, more than fifty people were all professionals, and there were even four second-order iron guards. It was supposed to be enough to deal with most situations, but I didn't expect it

Kane looked horrified at the masked men rummaging through the cabinets, dressed in rags, similar to the roaming bandits, but terrifyingly strong.

His own guards were cut down to the ground in a single shot, and the four second-order iron guards also didn't last long, and they didn't even have time to throw a signal flare before they were planted.

It only took a few minutes from the time they touched in, and their own escort team almost didn't make any decent resistance from beginning to end, and was directly killed, and most of the rest were gagged and tied.

"Who am I, I'm your father"

Harry scolded viciously, raised his hand and slapped him again, snapping Kane's question back into his stomach.

William, who had a brother for no reason, coughed, put the teacup in his hand on the table, frowned, looked at Kane, who looked miserable, and then glanced at Harry with some unpleasantness.

Because the flesh in his arm hadn't grown, Harry's right arm couldn't be used at all, so he had to hang a sling around his neck. He usually likes to shoot left and right, but he obviously hasn't gotten used to the new way of power, and after a pump with his left hand, he will stop for half a second, then shake his right shoulder, and finally slap his left hand again

The consequences of this uneven blow were terrible, and Kane's right side of his face was swollen like a steamed bun but the left side of his face was unharmed, and there was a serious lack of symmetry and beauty, which made people look very uncomfortable.

"This face is too awkward, can't you play a little symmetrically?"

As if they weren't at all worried about being discovered by someone nearby, the dozen or so members of the Raging Legion burst into laughter.

In the midst of their laughter, Kane's eyes widened violently, and a pair of mung bean eyes almost fell out.

"You're the guard, you dare to capture a duke in private"

William touched the veil on his face, he had never thought of hiding his identity, and raised his hand to tear off the scented veil.

Cut a rough masked towel

Charm 1

A veiled towel without any concealment effect, made of the gauze curtain of Avril Lavigne, Queen of France's bedroom

The person who made it did not have any sincerity, let alone the intention of hiding his identity with it, and he could only get a false sense of ritual by covering it to rob it, which is similar to covering his ears and stealing the bell

Looking at Kane, who was full of horror, the corners of William's mouth curled, and he opened his mouth insincerely, "Is it actually recognized by you, then there is no way, it seems that I have to kill you." ”

Kane shuddered for a moment, as if he had thought of this stubble, but then somehow he suddenly became angry again, and threatened viciously

"You'd better let me go immediately, I have the magic of the Church of Fortune on me, if you dare to touch me, you will be the priest of the Church of Wealth"

William picked up the teacup and took a sip of the black tea inside.

"Really, I don't believe it. ”

Kane""

I don't know why, but suddenly I want to hit him

After drinking all the black tea in the cup, William got up and walked over, and said calmly, "Your Excellency Kane, in fact, I don't have to kill you, but there are some questions that need to be answered by you." ”

Old Kane was a spirit, like a Shar Pei dog with a poked ball, so vigilant that even the folds on his face were unfolded.

"I don't have any money, don't you want to get it from me"

William interrupted him with a swing of his hands.

"I've never touched money, I'm not interested in money"

The coins lying in his pockets shook quietly.

Retracting his hands that were unconsciously swinging outward, William's playful expression gradually turned cold, and he asked word by word

"Tell me, what are the secrets behind the Seven Duchies"

Knowing that his purpose was not his own property, Kane couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The duke's expression returned to arrogance, and even if his life was pinched in his hands, the sense of superiority belonging to the nobles still unconsciously surged into his heart.

"That's the business of the three major churches and the Holy See of Light, you are an ordinary"

As if seeing someone's shadow in him, Harry suddenly felt a little itchy in his hands, and shook his hand and slapped it.

"Smack" "Ahhh

Glancing approvingly at Harry, William said indifferently, "I don't want to talk nonsense with you either, either tell me the secrets of the Seven Duchies, or die, you can choose one." ”

Kane, who was riding under Harry's crotch, sneered. "No way, the Seven Duchies themselves are Fran's biggest secret, I will never say it. For me, there are many things that are more terrible than death, such as "

William's eyelids were raised, and he lightly answered, "For example, if a person dies, the money is not spent." ”

Kane's frank expression suddenly distorted, and some kind of intense pain from the depths of his blood suddenly welled up in his heart.

It was as if he had found a round mosquito bag on the back of his hand, but he couldn't pinch out a cross with his own hands, and an extreme sense of emptiness began to eat away at his mind.

Looking at Kane, whose eyes were flushed and full of pain, and the few people on the beams who also suddenly began to writhe, William finally settled on a certain idea in his heart.

This line that goes straight to the heart is no different from torture to the money-loving Mammon Demon, and its power is directly proportional to the purity of the bloodline.

A few simple words are harsher in their ears than the sound of scraping the glass blackboard with their fingernails, and more painful than wedged a toothpick between their toenails and kicking the wall.

Judging by the reaction of this Duke of Kane, there is no doubt that he has the blood of Mammon Demon, and the purity should not be low. Eighty percent of the Greddy family he belonged to was also of the blood of Mammon Demon.

Fran has a lot of demonic blood, and it's not a secret to William.

It's just that at that time, more than half of the old nobles had been slaughtered by Leonard, and the descendants of the Seven Duchies were almost dead, and the purity of the demon blood that remained was not high, so he didn't think much about it.

But now, everything is connected, the bloodline of the Berserker demon of the Van Gus family, the royal family with an extremely arrogant personality, and the typical Mammon demon in front of him, and the wonderful number seven.

"Seven Original Sins, Seven Duchy Demon Blood Saints"

After hearing William's muttering, Kane straightened up suddenly, and with the strength of an ordinary person, he almost lifted Harry off his body.

His face was terrified. "Impossible, how do you know"

William glanced at him, and said without changing his face, "I know more than that, I know exactly who the saint is, but I don't know the details yet, so"

"Are you still going to die for this so-called secret?"

Kane, who had a determined face, suddenly hesitated.

"I want to ask you a question first, what do you know?"

William's eyelids were raised, and he said with a flat expression, "People are dead, money"

"Wait, I said"

Kane screamed and blocked his ears, and told him everything he knew as if he were pouring beans.

William listened to him silently, and many of the questions in his mind were answered one by one.

Although the aristocratic class does often produce bastards, the probability of the nobles of Falan being bastards is simply frighteningly high, especially the successors of the Seven Duchies, who behave outrageously one by one, and almost always toss the people under their command in different ways.

After considering the demonic bloodline in their bodies, the character flaws of these nobles finally have an answer.

The deformed country of Fran was a "man-made" product from the beginning, and the empire, the royal family, the aristocracy, and even the tens of millions of people were all tools for the creation of saints to serve.

The whole of Farhan is "false", and the existence of this country has always had only one purpose, which is to catalyze the creation of artificial saints and sacrifice everything she has to seal the door of the dead country.

This is a completely good thing for the entire arcane continent, and the invasion of the undead can be avoided at almost no cost.

It was also a great thing for the Holy Empire and several smaller countries around it, avoiding the turmoil caused by the undead and maintaining the stability of the situation.

The only people who are really unlucky are the chosen saint and the large number of ordinary people of Farran, who will completely perish in the agony that penetrates the soul, and a large number of ordinary people who will endure the endless oppression and abuse of the demonic blood.

After Kane finished speaking, William was silent for a moment, and then reached out in his frightened gaze and slowly put his hand around his neck.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly have some itchy hands. ”

"Click. ”

There is an inexplicable glint in your eyes

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