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Benio is dead.

Death was deserved, at least for Sretel.

The different levels of power and the ideological heights they stand on are also different, just like the nobles and commoners, and there is always an invisible barrier between the two.

"Let's go."

Without any nonsense, Sretl took a step and walked towards the location of the palace courtyard without looking back.

His sword was already bloodthirsty, and beneath the calm surface was actually more and more restless and furious.

Because, there is a man waiting for him, waiting for him to be freed from the shackles of his heart.

This time, he won't back down! No more failures!

Anyone who stands in his way will become a corpse!

Waldorf followed silently, his eyes falling on the back of the man in front of him, and there was nothing unusual in his indifferent and respectful countenance, but he knew to himself that his heart was confused.

He knew what the Lord was going to do, and he never hid it from him, and even many times, he felt the sadness and anger that the Lord had unintentionally revealed.

The torment of hatred made his heart full of holes, and the torment of hatred made his people distorted and numb.

Who knows, he used to roar hysterically!

Who knew that he had roared in pain!

And that's what only he knows.

He never doubted that the Lord would fail, perhaps in his heart, the Lord was an omnipotent and perfect being.

Now, he was going to untie the chains that bound him with his own hands, and after that...... He will be greeted with an eternal farewell to the Lord.

Where is his future without the Lord?

Get used to waiting, get used to complying.

When he lost the habitual meaning of living, Waldorf also lost the focus of his life.

……

Suddenly, Waldorf instantly woke up from his confusion, and the whole person immediately became vigilant.

Because, there was a man who blocked their way.

An old man, an old man who makes people feel extremely dangerous.

"Who are you?"

Sretl stared solemnly at the old man who appeared in front of him, and the sword in his hand was horizontal, and his jealousy could be seen in such an action.

What kind of talent would make a strong person in a field feel dangerous and cautious?

"My name is Ambowitt."

The old man replied with a gentle smile on his face, looking like an ordinary kind old man.

"The head of Wang Li Zhongyāng Academy?"

Slater thought for a moment, for the name was all too familiar.

"That's right."

"So you're not dead?"

"Why do you all think I'm dead?"

"yes, why would everyone think you're dead?" Slater sneered and said, "Because everyone didn't expect that the person who was most hidden in this kingdom would be you!" ”

"You're surprised?"

"Isn't it worth the surprise of someone who can deceive my perceptions?" Slater asked rhetorically.

"That's just because your realm level is too low." The old man still smiled.

As soon as these words came out, Sretel's heart became even more vigilant.

"Why are you blocking my way?"

"I'm not blocking your way, you can always go to my side if you want to go."

Slater was stunned, but his eyes were still suspicious.

The two faced each other for a long time, and Slater finally took a step, step by step, until he completely bypassed the other party.

Suspicious, he glanced at the still unmoved old man, but Slatter's heart did not relax his guard at all, and he distanced himself further and further.

"Forget one thing, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed if your goal is the king."

"What are you talking about?"

Turning back in an instant, Slater snapped.

"There's a little guy who's already killed the king before you do."

"He dares!"

Slater didn't know whether the other man's words were true or not, and if he was telling the truth, then—

Thinking of this, he could no longer bear the manic urgency in his heart, and the whole figure disappeared after waving in circles.

"Hate?"

Looking in the direction Sleytl vanished, Ambowitt shook his head.

"But what is that little guy for? Volance, Antonio, Sasso should be next...... Does he want to draw a final stop for this kingdom? But...... What does the future of this kingdom have to do with me? ”

……

The palace annex, where the old king Antonio was imprisoned.

At this time, a person suddenly came here in the open.

"Lord Lotlyn!"

When the guards outside the door saw the figure that had suddenly come here, they immediately greeted them with a respectful attitude.

Lotlyn just nodded slightly, and walked straight to the depths of the courtyard without paying any attention, and the others let it go as if they were surprised.

It wasn't until he reached the outside of the palace where Antonio was imprisoned that one of the guards stopped him.

"Your Priest, what do you command?"

Luo Slin rubbed a ring on his finger expressionlessly and said flatly: "A group of outsiders have quietly lurked in the palace, are there any strange accidents here among you?" ”

"Nope." The guard said indifferently.

"What is the situation with the king?"

"No change?"

"Really?" Roslin suddenly frowned and said, "You guys continue to guard outside, I need to meet with the king." ”

The guards who stood in the way were silent for a moment, but their eyes observed the priest in front of them without leaving a trace, as if they were a little strange at his order.

"Priest, please."

After a while, the roadblock guard stepped out of the way.

Roslin glanced at the guard and snorted coldly, stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pushed the palace door, entered, and closed tightly.

In the dim and quiet palace, Antonio, who noticed the movement of the door, opened his eyes slightly on the bed, and slightly struggled to support his old body to look at the blurred figure in front of him.

"Did he finally decide to kill me?"

The visitor did not speak, but slowly approached his side.

"Are you talking about Volaland?"

Someone whispered in his ear.

"Huh?"

Antonio saw the person who was coming in front of him and said, "You are not his man!" Who are you? ”

"Who am I? Of course I'm the one who came to kill you! ”

Suddenly, Antonio's mouth and nose were covered by a large hand, and a chill instantly came from his neck.

His eyes seemed to be full of disbelief, and after a few twitches of his hands and feet, the old king Antonio turned his head, and the whole person was silent.

Looking at the blood-soaked bed, the clumped corpse, and the dim glow of the magic lamp, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Lothlin's mouth.

He took off the silver-gray ring in his left hand, pried open the corpse's mouth and stuffed it, and after a little tidying up, he seemed satisfied before getting up and leaving. (To be continued.) )