"Are you comfortable?" the king stared at him, the corners of his mouth curled.

Zheng Fei almost collapsed, spit out the water in his mouth, tried to raise his heavy eyelids, and said in a muffled voice: "Little trick." ”

"Tough guy, really tough guy, if you were a soldier loyal to me, maybe I would give you a knighthood, but now, I can only poke your thigh with a sharp dagger and dig out your flesh piece by piece!"

With that, the king waved his hand and motioned for the executioners to tie him back to the stone chair.

"You'll regret it. Zheng Fei said expressionlessly, perhaps because he was dazed and did not have the slightest fear of what was about to happen, even though the king had tried his best to intimidate him with a hoarse voice.

"I never regret it. The king did not think that the dying man in front of him could make any waves.

However, at the moment when his wrist was about to be tied, Zheng Fei's eyes suddenly changed, from weakness and weakness to cold and resolute in an instant.

With the change of his eyes, his arm muscles tensed suddenly, and he quickly turned around and came with a high-level spinning kick, hitting the executioner's head, and then a fierce uppercut put it to the ground, and when the other executioner reacted and was about to make any move, he felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and when he looked down, his stomach had been inserted by a cold dagger, splashing hot blood.

The whole set of actions, Zheng Fei only took three seconds.

The king was shocked, subconsciously took a few steps back, and said, "Is your weakness fake?"

Zheng Fei smiled, didn't speak, pulled out the bloody dagger, stepped forward and grabbed him lightly, and said, "Take me out." ”

"You can't escape. ”

"You are in my hands, who dares not to let you go?"

"Trust me, you can't escape. ”

"That's my business, you just need to take me out, or I'll kill you. Zheng Fei's tone was unprecedentedly cold, and when he spoke, he trembled slightly.

His weakness was not faked, the moment of outburst was born from the desire to survive, and the potential hidden in his body was stimulated.

Everyone has this potential, and when faced with a desperate situation, it automatically opens the shackles and rushes out, which people call - faith.

For example, an emaciated father who lifted a large truck with his bare hands to save his son, a victim who was still alive under the rubble after the earthquake, and so on.

Zheng Fei put his dagger against the king's heart, strangled his neck with the other hand, and followed his guidance through the fortress, and finally walked out of the fortress gate after about two minutes.

Looking up, there were a few sparks at the top of the watchtower in the moonlight, probably an officer smoking.

Standing in front of the door, Zheng Fei didn't continue to move forward for a long time, and he always felt that the atmosphere was not normal, because it was too smooth, and he didn't even meet a patrolling soldier in the fortress, and the guards were so lax?

He hid vigilantly behind the king and slowly moved forward.

"Hey, who's down there!" a rough voice came from the watchtower, and then the alarm sounded.

Zheng Fei had been waiting for this moment for a long time, standing calmly in place, watching countless spearmen come from all directions, and an officer climbed down the watchtower, squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of him, his tall figure resembling Santiago.

"I advise you to stop. The officer said lightly, not panicking at all.

"Let me go. Zheng Fei's tone was the same as his.

"No way, unless Zeus himself comes to pick you up, well, of course, Apollo. The officer contemptuously pulled out his musket, pointed it at his head, and ordered: "I repeat, stop." ”

"When you pull the trigger, I promise that this dagger will pierce your king's heart, and from now on you and your soldiers will be saddled with an eternal infamy - the murder of kings!"

"The point is, is he a king?"

Hearing this, Zheng Fei was stunned for a moment, biting his mouth with hatred.

Damn it!

"Haha!"

There was a burst of laughter from behind the crowd, and I saw that the soldiers got out of the way, hung their heads with their spears in a respectful gesture, and the real king, supported by the queen, took steady steps, and stood five meters away from Zheng Fei, which was a safe distance.

In the night, a wicked smile hung on the king's lips.

"You are very capable and courageous, but you have been deceived. ”

"Stand-in, heh" Zheng Fei smiled bitterly.

"I don't have time to waste on you, sue me, where is the rest of the treasure?"

"There's nothing left, all the treasures are in that sack. ”

"Don't try to hide it from me, John told me that the necklace and the crown are a pair, and it is impossible to have a necklace without a crown. ”

After being silent for a while, Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to ask you something first." ”

Say. The king rubbed the jasper ring on his index finger.

"Why the hell are you holding me, for treasure or for the so-called national interest?"

"Both, both. ”

"How can I ease relations with England?"

"The treasure stolen hundreds of years ago is in your hands, and the royal family of England must be happy to hang you, because they need to give an account to their people, and more importantly," the king paused, and then smiled strangely, "more importantly, they will be able to take out the imitation of the Eternal Knife as a matter of course, because the knife was stolen at the same time as the treasure." ”

"With the Eternal Blade, they will be able to summon the followers of King Arthur, the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table, to conquer Northern Europe!"

"The knife is in my hand. Zheng Fei said.

The king didn't believe it, rubbed his eyebrows, yawned, and said, "I have to go back and rest, give you a night to think about it, and if you figure it out tomorrow, tell the guard, and I'll come over." Tell me the whereabouts of the treasure, and I can bury you in the foothills of the Alps, where the scenery is beautiful. ”

"Oh~ So, I'm going to die anyway?"

"It's your destiny. ”

Zheng Fei nodded, grabbed the fake king's neck, and said, "Do you remember what you did to me before?"

"Please"

Poof! dagger, mercilessly stabbed into his heart.

"I said you'd regret it. Zheng Fei muttered, looking straight ahead.

It is not too late for the so-called gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but here it is the opposite, his rule is that revenge is not overnight.

The True King looked at him with a slight stunned gaze, and said with a smirk: "You are ruthless enough, you killed my loyal subordinates, but I can't kill you now, I have to wait until a month later, the royal family of England will come." ”

"I know, that's why I killed him. Zheng Fei clenched his fists, paused for a moment, and said, "One day, I will make you regret it too." ”

"Okay, we'll see. The king laughed and got into the carriage and departed.

[I was said right by a reader, today is really a change, but I will make up for it tomorrow~ I wish you all a happy weekend and go to bed early. 】