Outside the Palace of Victory. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Prime Minister Paul was standing in the open space not far from the palace gate, and almost all the important ministers of the empire gathered around him, including the Marquis Habs, the minister of justice of the empire.

"Prime Minister, what now?" In the context of the fact that His Majesty the Emperor and the Duke of Leanne were missing, and Edgar, the original number one real power, was assassinated, Prime Minister Paul naturally became the backbone of those present.

At this moment, Prime Minister Paul's face was also very ugly.

"A magic array with powerful dark power fluctuations? Hell, isn't it the god of the Church of Light who goes in to meet His Majesty? The Prime Minister was puzzled.

If Prime Minister Paul had known that Charles XVI had died at this time, I am afraid that his face would not only be ugly.

But it is precisely because I don't know the news that the emperor is dead, so the siege of the Victory Palace at this moment is quite orderly, and many arrangements are in an orderly manner, and there is no chaos.

"Prime Minister, when will we let those Sacred Domain powerhouses go in to rescue Your Majesty?" Someone has already started urging.

The Prime Minister's beard trembled slightly, obviously always very entangled, but finally made a decision: "Wait a little longer." ”

After receiving the highest-level warning from Duke Li'an, four Sacred Domain powerhouses had already rushed outside the Victory Palace, but after knowing that the powerhouses who had entered before had not heard from him, Prime Minister Paul suddenly smelled something unusual, so he insisted on waiting for more Sanctuary powerhouses to enter together.

A moment later, three figures exuding a powerful momentum swished down from the sky, and they were the three Sacred Domain powerhouses who had arrived in a hurry.

"Seven people, it should be enough anyway." Prime Minister Paul thought in his heart, and then immediately issued an order: "Go and tell those Sacred Realm powerhouses, let them enter the Victory Palace immediately to rescue Your Majesty!" ”

"Also, send someone to inform the Wizard Corps so that they can get ready!" Prime Minister Paul muttered to himself, his face full of fierce expression: "The emperor of the empire must not be a hostage in the hands of the heretics of the dark sect!" ”

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In the Palace of Victory.

"Know what?" Cleverley's eyes were fixed on Lei Feng, and his voice was a little hoarse because of eagerness: "I want to know everything!" ”

"If I told you, you could let the people here live?"

"Yes."

"You are a child of darkness, why should I believe you?"

Cleverley laughed and said, "No, it's just that you don't have any room to bargain with me." ”

Lei Feng fell silent.

Cleverley was clearly patient and didn't rush anything.

At this moment, Gamelo's face suddenly changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Someone has broken into the realm of death again." ”

Cleverley nodded, and commanded very casually, "Go and deal with them." ”

"But—" Gamelo hesitated.

"Nothing," Cleverley's tone was very flat, but it was not in the slightest, "there is no one in this hall who can threaten my safety. ”

"Yes." Gamelo nodded yes, and then suddenly pointed at Princess Bela's body, causing Princess Bella to lose control of her body and fall to the ground, but judging by the surprised expression on her face, it was clear that she was still conscious.

After doing all this, the space in front of Gamelo suddenly fluctuated, and the figure of the dark apostle disappeared from the main hall out of thin air.

After a long while, Lei Feng finally spoke: "I promise you, but you must not forget your promise." ”

Cleverley, who had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, had a smug smile on his face: "Very good, then you can say it now." ”

Lei Feng took a deep look at Cleverley: "Where do you want to start listening?" ”

"From scratch, of course!" Cleverley said decisively: "Tell me all the details you know!" ”

Lei Feng fell silent again, his eyes became a little misty, and he began to slowly recall the past events.

Thirty years ago, the Holy See, the Palace of Synillet.

A pillar of light suddenly descended from the sky and poured into the stone platform of a room on the top floor of the Palace of Synile.

When the overwhelming light dissipated, the young man lying on the stone platform slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

Pope Enshir appeared in the room, his tone a little respectful: "Lord Angel. ”

The young man glanced at Enshire: "You are the Pope?" ”

At this time, Pope Enshir was still in the prime of life, and when he heard this, he smiled and said: "I am the Pope, I don't know what to call Lord Angel?" ”

"You can call me Dandrien." The young man stood up from the stone platform: "I need an elite squad, and I need it soon." ”

"Yes." The smile on the Pope's face did not diminish. "Do you need anything else? Maybe I should take you to a break. ”

"No need." Dandrion lightly rejected the Pope's kindness, "The Great Supreme God of Light has issued an order, the demon from hell has descended on this world months ago, I must set out immediately, find its traces and purify it." ”

Seven days later, the dusty Dandrion appeared in the mountains of the northwest of the empire with a group of knights.

"Lord Angel, why are we tracking the Imperial Prince's convoy?" A knight who was following Dandrion asked, puzzled.

At this moment, following Dandrion was a team of ten people, including knights, warriors, and magicians, all of whom were the elite of the Holy See.

Dandrion didn't speak, but turned over and dismounted, crouching on the ground to check the ruts on the road.

After a few moments, Dandrion stood up and got back on his horse: "Let's turn back." ”

"Turn back?" The knight questioned again.

Dandrion turned his horse around and said lightly: "The heavy snow will soon block the road in the mountains, and the convoy in front will soon turn back." ”

"Where shall we go now, my lord."

"There's a castle about two days away, so we're waiting for the convoy there. Now that the snow has begun to close the mountains, it is impossible for them to get out of the mountains before spring arrives. ”

The figures of the group quickly disappeared into the rugged mountain road, and behind them, snowflakes fell one after another.

Just before Dandrion's group, about two hours away, a convoy of twenty wagons and hundreds of knights stopped in the middle of the mountain path.

The two young men rode side by side on their horses, looking at the road in front of them, which had been completely blocked by heavy snow, and their faces were not very good.

"What do you mean, we won't be able to get out of this mountain until next spring?" One of the young men, dressed in a red silk robe, asked.

Silk is the exclusive property of top nobles, and red is the symbol of the royal family, so the man in the red silk robe is naturally Charles XVI, who has not yet ascended the throne and is still known as the "Great Prince".

"Yes, Your Highness." The young François Lean, then son of the Duke of Leanne, replied: "Normally it would take half a month for the snow season to come, but now that it is snowing, the snow will continue until spring, when the snow will melt." So at this moment, I'm afraid we can only turn back to the White Peony Castle to spend this winter. ”

Charles XVI let out a long breath, and suddenly remembered his father's explanation when he set off, and his face was full of helplessness: "I only hope that there will be no accidents this winter." ”

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