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Elysée Palace.

Inside the deserted and empty King's bedchamber.

The old king Antonio leaned slightly on the edge of the bed, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was nothing unusual in his calm face of the vicissitudes of age, as if he was a kind old man who was sleeping deeply.

In contrast, when the news of the mutiny of the Flying Feather Legion arrived, the vigilance of the entire palace instantly reached a tense peak, and the soldiers on duty in the palace were dispatched one after another, and almost every moment you could see groups of solemn-looking soldiers shuttling back and forth.

Two extremes, one static and one moving.

In the past, when there was a serious incident in the kingdom, the ministers of the kingdom would gather around the king for urgent deliberation at any time, but this time, there were no such people around the king.

"Franmingo, do you know why I didn't summon those people?"

At this time, there was only one person by his side, a person he had known and trusted for more than thirty years.

"I don't know."

The man knew who the king was talking about, but he didn't know the answer to the question.

Maybe he knew, but he didn't want to waste extra energy thinking about it.

For him, probably only the safety of the other party is the only thing that can make him pay attention.

"I will never deny the abilities of those people, after all, there is no fool who can sit in their position, and even many times, they can provide excellent and correct ideas for the development of the kingdom...... However, when it comes to their personal interests, they can become a stubborn stumbling block to us. Because we are inherently hostile to them, they don't care who the people on the throne are, they only care if the people on the throne bring them the right benefits. ”

“……”

"The army has always been a forbidden area for them to try to get their hands on, and if it weren't for the contradiction between the military nobles and the traditional nobles for power, I'm afraid Lukney's descendants would have become puppets in their hands......"

The old man's words were slow, slow, as if he were talking to himself, but every word he said was unusually clear in his ears.

"The mutiny of the Flying Feather Legion has something to do with them?"

Flamengo stood quietly with his sword in hand, and suddenly asked in a timely voice.

"Yes or no."

Antonio replied with a plausible remark.

"The Flying Feather Legion has always been the most encroached upon in the royal capital, and many of its middle and lower-ranking officers are more or less directly related to them, not to mention the secret arrangement of my two good sons......"

"But for so many years, it is still your majesty who firmly controls the Flying Feather Legion." Flamingo frowned slightly, for he had heard something unusual in the old king's words.

"Really?"

A strange smile appeared on the old man's quiet and old face, but his slightly closed eyes never opened.

"If the Flying Feather Legion is still under my control, then why did the Flying Feather Legion mutiniate at such a timely time?"

Flamengo pondered carefully for a while, and had a certain understanding of the king's question, and in it, he keenly smelled a smell of conspiracy.

"What do they want to do?"

"What do they not want to do? They just want to be quiet and be an audience out of the way. ”

"That's why you didn't summon them."

At this moment, Francigo finally understood the meaning of the original king's words, it turned out that those people had already known about the mutiny that was about to take place in the Flying Feather Legion, but at the same time they remained silent, because they all wanted to know what the person who started this qiē incident wanted to do.

If they were summoned to the palace, it would be a waste of time and fruitless deliberations, so why bother.

"Where's Gusedz?"

At this moment, the king suddenly asked for the name of a man, the name of a close attendant who had served his cronies for a long time.

"He has already gone to the Kingdom Guard camp where Keinslon is stationed to convey your royal decree according to His Majesty's instructions, and according to normal circumstances, he should return to the palace at this time." Francigo said quietly.

"Normal, if not normal?"

There was a hint of incomprehension in the old king's words.

"I don't know."

Flamengo said crisply.

"Do you know why I've always trusted such a close servant who only knows how to flatter and pretend to be clever?" The Old Dynasty Franmingo asked.

"Presumably it's your personal pleasure."

"No, no, no—" Antonio shook his head, "I don't have such a boring bad taste." ”

"Then there must be something in him that you are worthwhile to exploit." Flamenco Nature Road.

"You've always been smart, but you've never wanted to use it." Antonio sighed lightly and said, "Gusedz's origin is very transparent and innocent, you can't see any doubt at this point, but the more innocent the origin, the more people can be suspicious......

"Especially those who serve those around you."

Flamengo's interjection was quite disrespectful, but the other party did not mean to blame at all, but instead had a look of approval on his face.

"I know who he is."

"Who's?"

"Vorlance, no, maybe Sasso should be added."

"It seems that the other party's three-sided pleasing work is quite secretive."

"That's right, when he thought he could play with everything, he didn't know that others had already noticed the clues."

"What does he want to do?"

"He doesn't want to do anything because he's just a pawn that can be discarded at any time."

"What a pathetic man."

"But it's all his own choice."

"Where do you think he is now?"

"I think he's already met two people."

"Volance and Sassol?"

"That's right."

The old king paused, and then said, "Perhaps we will see him soon." ”

Yes, he and Flamengo did see him very quickly, but only his corpse.

When there was a sudden sound of swords and fierce fighting outside the king's bedroom, it didn't even bring people superfluous thoughts, and the door of the dormitory suddenly exploded with a violent roar, and faintly, more than a dozen vague shadows slowly appeared.

The sudden horrified change did not make the two people in the dormitory have the slightest change of color, not stunned, calm and calm appearance is really impressive, if they are not crazy, so calmly facing the front of the face, not to mention the strong personal will in their hearts, it makes people suspect that the other party has enough confidence to hide.

Are they crazy?

No, how could a king who had ruled Adria for more than thirty years and a powerhouse in the realm of law be crazy.

The smoke cleared, the vague shadows began to become clearer, and Antonio had opened his eyes by this time, and in his gaze, he saw a familiar person.

"You're here?"

He said.

The familiar person in front of him nodded, his right hand waved slightly, and a mysterious subordinate hidden in a black robe beside him threw out a person, a dead man, and that familiar face still retained the look of disbelief before death.

"I've got you a gift."

He pointed to the corpse at his feet.

"What a gift without surprises." Antonio saw the dead man's face and shook his head.

"You already knew who he was?" The man asked, but without waiting for the other party to answer, he said to himself, "So you have always known." ”

"If I didn't know, I wouldn't have sat comfortably on the throne for more than thirty years." The old king said.

"It's been more than thirty years." The man sighed.

"The long wait is an ordeal, especially for you."

"Yes, since I was ten years old, I have watched you ascend to the throne with my own eyes, I have been looking up at your back all the time, living in your shadow all the time, for this oppression, some people are unwilling to surrender, but I have never surrendered." The man sighed slowly.

"Compared to your steady brother, you do have the same appearance as I did back then."

"Of course, because I am your son."

Augustine Luckney Wallance.

He was one of the heirs of the Kingdom of Adria, the fourth son of Antonio.

He is now a middle-aged man in his forties, slender and slightly thin, but he does not make people feel weak and thin at all, but exudes a majestic and powerful temperament all over his body, his facial features are very similar to the old king on the bed, thick eyebrows are like swords, eyes are like electricity, and there are fragmented short beards under his face like a knife and axe, adding a mature and steady taste.

He walked slowly a few steps, glanced around casually, and said, "It seems that you are not surprised by my actions. ”

Outside the dormitory, the sound of fighting was still there, but no one was moved.

"Why should I be surprised?" The old king asked rhetorically.

"Have you always known my purpose? In that case, why didn't you stop me? Wallance stopped, his eyes sharp at the old man leaning on the bed.

"No, you guessed wrong, I never knew what you and Sasso really thought, because my heart was ready for this day."

The old man smiled at him.

"I see."

Vorance seemed to sigh, but also to ponder.

"Since when?" The old man asked.

"When Ossasu invaded." Wallance said seriously.

"I'm sure you've met someone." The old man glanced at the more than a dozen subordinates hidden in black robes behind him.

"Yes."

"The long arrangement, the stoic waiting, a series of closely linked schemes, I have to admit that you have what it takes to sit on the throne."

"But this qualification was earned by me, not by you."

"I have never given you alms."

Wallance stared at the old man for a long time, and then he said, "Is this the result you have been hoping for?" ”

"Yes and no."

Antonio slowly propped himself up from the bed, and Flamengo on the side helped him up without leaving a trace, but his small action made more than a dozen black-robed figures behind Wallance quickly nervous and vigilant.

Even though he remained silent and low-key, no one in the audience would ignore his existence, or rather, no one dared to ignore his power.

"You have at least two enemies on your way to the throne."

The old king stood up, a plush gray coat draped over his shoulders, and on his old and wilting face, his slightly narrowed eyes were like a sharp sword piercing the depths of everyone's soul.

"No, there's only one now."

Volance said to him with a proud expression.

"You're confident."

The old man looked at him seriously for a while, and then said after a moment's silence.

"Court mages, palace guards, feather legions, kingdom guards......" Volance called out his name one by one, and said to him calmly as if showing off, "These powers that belong to you have been gone a moment ago!" ”

"You seem to have forgotten someone."

The old man's face did not show a look of surprise and panic, but nodded, and looked at him with some appreciation.

"Of course I won't forget Jì."

Wallance laughed.

Behind him, a mysterious subordinate hidden in a black robe walked out.

In an instant, a strong aura that only belonged to the realm powerhouse swept through the entire king's bedroom, and even began to spread like waves in every direction of the earth!

Flamengo's calm and serene countenance finally changed, and he took a slight step in front of the king, and his body instantly burst out with a powerful domain force to meet the majestic hostility that attacked.

"Who are you?"

He pressed his sword and said with a solemn expression.

"A fanged blade that walks in the dark!"

The black-robed man said in a low and hoarse voice.

Stretching out his hand, a ray of light shone in his hand, and the fluctuations of the spatial dimension were generated, and a strange long blade that exuded blood slowly appeared.

He held it in his hand, and pointed at the other party between the blades, which was a self-evident battle intent.

"Dear Father, I will be crowned king on your bones."

Different lines of sight meet.

Volance whispered the words to the old man.

The bloody coup d'état more than 30 years ago seems to be reincarnated.