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The night is deep and quiet.

On the vast plains on the outskirts of the royal capital, the faint brilliance of the purple moon seems to be like a thin purple veil covering the earth, filled with a hazy beauty that seems to be real and illusory, and the sudden cold wind of the summer night blows the green weeds that grow quietly under the silence, bringing up pieces of chirp full of layered ripples, and the sound of insects that are alarmed in their sleep seems to be added and intertwined into a wonderful chant belonging to nature.

Suddenly, dark clouds obscured the moon, the wind was still, and the insects disappeared.

If there was nothing, the sound of the earth pulsating far and near began to break the silence, and at the end of the distant sky, flickering firelight appeared, like the light of the sun rising before dawn.

As they approached, in the gray smoke and dust rolling in the air, a banner fluttered high in the neighing of horses under the clash of gold and iron, and countless black and shaking shadows showed their clear faces.

Cold armor, bloodthirsty swords and guns, restless neighing horses, and cold and murderous marching soldiers under the banner of the sky, the mighty team stretched like a fiery red serpent across the dark earth.

And Kinsloan was in the zhongyāng of the "snake head" at this time.

In addition to the standard-bearer Manzi, he was followed by the collaborators of Duo Xiuen and the Great Prince, who had long since converged, and the remaining kingdom guards, who were only twenty or thirty remaining, served as temporary officers, barely maintaining the normal operation of the Flying Feather army.

Whenever he thought of the officers of the Feather Legion who had been killed or fled, Kinslond could not hold back the anger in his heart.

"Doshon, how are your injuries?"

Glancing sideways at the pale deputy beside him, Kinsloan frowned in concern.

"Thank you, Commander, for your kindness, but this injury will not cost me my life."

As soon as Duo Xiuen finished speaking, the sharp pain in his chest immediately made him cough slightly, which made his arguments unconvincing.

Kinsloan shook his head and didn't delve any further, he admired the pride and self-esteem in his bones that he rejected weakness, but it was not necessarily a good thing to be too reckless on himself.

He had examined his injuries, the air flow was weak and almost out of order, the blood stasis in the internal organs was strict, and once he made a drastic move, it would only exacerbate and worsen the body's endurance, and it was only a matter of time before he finally died.

He had decided that he would never allow the other party to participate in any dangerous action.

……

The depraved and erosive district of Gottdam is still full of depravity, the girls wear bewitching heavy makeup, the tavern streets are full of their fancy hook-up guests, and occasionally in the dark alleys, you can even hear the faint joyful moans of men and women; The gangsters and thieves gathered in the corner in small groups and whispered to each other, but their eyes were aimed at strange and wealthy pedestrians from time to time, as if they were discussing the choice of targets......

"Many years ago, I saw the scenery here for the first time, but I didn't expect that many years later, the scenery here still hasn't changed, if the only trouble people have is that their memory is too good, maybe I even forgot who I am, but the hatred is the only thing I haven't forgotten, just like the scenery here, no matter how many years have passed, it will not change."

The Money Clubhouse, literally, has a very cheesy name.

Here, however, you can find the best women, the strongest wines, and even dreams you thought you would never be able to achieve, but with the same cheesy premise as the name of the clubhouse, whether you have enough money on you.

Every night, all kinds of different people come here from different places, and even if they spend the last gold tor on their bodies, they will not feel wronged - compared to the other place in the royal capital, which is clothed in a gorgeous and hypocritical cloak of the gold cave Feiz clubhouse, here is the most human reality.

No one dares to make trouble here, because those who are familiar with this place know who the owner behind the money club is.

That man had a very affectionate name, and his name was Old Shak.

The money clubhouse is very high, and you can even look down on the whole of Gerthdam from the top floor, but the top floor has never been open to people, no one knows why, and some people speculate that maybe the scenery has always belonged to one person.

Now, there are three people on the top floor of the place, one sitting and two standing.

It is clear that the difference in the identities of the three people can be seen.

"Hatred has remained in the heart for a long time, some people will gradually forget it with time, and some people will remember it more deeply...... Over the years, I have waited too long, too long, and the meaning of hatred to me has begun to blur, and I can't forget hatred, because it has been integrated into my body and blood, and has become my instinct to live. ”

The seated person remained motionless, his eyes resting on the small and familiar scenery under his feet, and his voice was full of the vicissitudes of life.

"The landscape always changes, and so does hatred."

A man standing suddenly said.

"At least for now, your hatred is coming to an end."

"Over the years, I have fulfilled many strange and absurd dreams, but ironically, I have never been able to resolve my hatred." The sitting man laughed to himself, "I didn't expect that the cause and effect of this hatred have long been tied to the cycle of impermanence of fate......

But why didn't I feel the thrill of revenge? Could it be that the long wait has already numbed this hatred?

The man sitting suddenly thought of a terrible fact, a fact he had not been willing to admit all these years.

Perhaps, he really forgot about hatred.

"Master, do we need to do something now?"

At this time, another person standing there asked respectfully.

"I don't know."

The man sitting was silent for a long time.

"I'm tired, you guys go."

The two standing looked at each other, one of them shook his head, as if to dissuade the other from wanting to stay, and soon, they chose to say goodbye and leave.

The moonlight poured on a seat, and the faint glow reflected a rickety figure.

I can't see the face of the figure clearly, because the figure has no face, only an outline.

……

"I want to be clear about one thing."

Standing on a ruined and devastated ruin, Sretel's expression was quite solemn, because the ruins in front of him were the original king's bedchamber.

Through the residual fluctuations of the law, he could easily deduce what kind of destructive battles had taken place here, but there was much more to what he wanted to know.

So he brought in someone, a pawn that he had secretly placed next to Lotlyn to keep an eye on.

"Lord, what do you want to know?"

"Did Flamingo really lose to the manticore?"

Slater asked, looking at the mysterious figure shrouded in black robes.

"Lord, according to the results, the Scorpion Captain has indeed won." The black-robed man pondered for a moment and said, "However, according to the actual situation observed by his subordinates, Francisco actually did not lose. ”

"Oh?"

"Because while the battle between the two sides was raging, Franngo suddenly broke away from the battle and disappeared before our eyes in an instant." The black-robed man explained.

"Why did he do that?" Slater frowned.

"It seems that the king said something at that time."

"What?"

"Please forgive my subordinates for their incompetence, I did not understand what the king said at that time." The black-robed man hurriedly said in fear.

Slater shook his head, not looking particularly concerned.

For he had confirmed the doubt in his heart, and at the same time, another doubt arose.

What did Flamengo hear the king say, why did he not hesitate to evacuate in the middle of the battle, and didn't the king fear for his life?

He has always been wary of things that have always been abnormal and strange.

However, he now has another more important thing to accomplish.

"Where is the king imprisoned?"

"Lord! Do you think—"

Hearing Sretel's sudden and inexplicable question, the black-robed man suddenly said in his heart.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Slater looked at the other with a calm gaze.

"Please forgive your sins! The King is now imprisoned in the ...... where His Royal Highness Volance used to be"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the black-robed man clutching his neck and falling to the ground in pain, and after struggling in vain, there was no more sound.

Slater flicked his hand, let out a cold snort between his noses, and turned and disappeared.

This chess piece had never hesitated before, not even any superfluous thoughts, but just now, when he asked for the king's position, he hesitated.

Hesitation means that he is no longer the pawn he used to be a pawn that can be trusted.

Hesitation means that he has betrayed himself.

And the price of betrayal in his eyes is only death.

Slater's speed was fast, and there was no track to follow, but the direction of his goal remained the same.

Many years ago, he had conceived numerous plans to assassinate the king, and although he had given up on them all, he remembered the intricate terrain of the palace in his mind.

Since the person to be killed is the king of a country, it is necessary to make careful preparations, and familiarity with the terrain and road map of the palace is naturally the most basic common sense.

The royal palace was large, and for some it was small.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the palace where the king was imprisoned, but he did not act further.

Because, someone blocked his way.

"Sretl, I know you're going to be here."

Lotlyn looked at each other with a heavy look on his face.

"Since I'm here, you should know what I want to do." Slater said coldly.

"I know."

"You don't know, or you wouldn't be standing in front of my eyes."

"I haven't forgotten the agreement between us, but at least now is not the time to fulfill it."

"Why?"

"Because he's still working."

"What does it do?"

"Volance needs him to be rightfully on the throne."

"Excellent! Very good! ”

With that, Slater turned and left.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to forcibly kill the king in the palace to complete the revenge that he had been waiting for for more than thirty years, Lotlyn alone would never be able to stop himself, but the reason why he really chose to give up was the silent figure of the Scorpion Guard.

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I've been a little busy lately.,And the code itself is slow.,So please forgive me for the delay in the update.。