Before Baccarat could speak, a murky voice echoed through the room. "You don't have to ask, I've already passed the throne to someone else."

Charles was still lying half-reclined, ready to face death in peace. Baccarat's eyes shot with the expected rage, his expression began to distort, and his delicate features moved to an uncanny position. The sword was finally unsheathed, and even the only moon that remained hid behind the clouds, and her phantom was hidden, not wanting to witness the doomed tragedy.

Blood poured out of the old body, obscuring the ornate bed. The saber rested on the sheet with the battered old man. Outside the window, in front of the imperial capital, which was still burning, a young man was standing above the castle gatehouse and giving an exciting speech. He had one less sword than he came, and one more crown, cloak, and scepter than he had come. The faces of young people, who were once slightly immature and energetic, are rapidly disappearing, replaced by faces distorted by power and desire.

The fanatical citizens are cheering, the fanatical Garcia is burning, and the fanatical Elta will also rush to the inevitable demise of suicide. If such a giant is a little bit of blood lost by foreign invasion, then it is possible to save some of it, but the current situation is that the giant's left hand is beating his right cheek fiercely, so what else can be done? Do you let your left hand smash your right cheek, or do you let your right hand dislocate your left hand?

"This little hairy man really takes himself seriously." Hash used a telescope in the attic to see the scene outside the castle very real. "Those guys from the Double Moon Church look like they're coming to sit back and enjoy it, what a fuck thing!"

The riot next door seems to be over, the loss of the living room is no matter what, and the most important thing is his secret room. When he bought the house, he and his artisan friends had completely remodeled the building structure, adding a camouflage brick wall that looked exactly like the other walls in the west façade, and the excavated basement led to the attic. The basement opens onto a wide sewer that is unique to the core of Garcia. Each side of the attic also has hidden observation windows, and with the reflection of the hash design, he can see who is knocking on the door in the attic, and he can also control the condition of the whole house, and he can quickly slip through the sewer if something is wrong.

Hash closed the wooden hole in the observation window and sighed slightly. He didn't feel sorry for his ransacked living room, but he lamented that another beautiful piece of land had been destroyed because of the greed of the Twin Moon Church. That's right, he is the descendant of the former legend, the creator of the Red Dragon Nation. The reason for the Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit is precisely because the Two-Moon Inquisition has been endlessly hunting them for two hundred years.

Hash didn't wait to continue watching the antics of Prince Baccarat on the distant gatehouse, and began to pack up his important equipment, books, and manuscripts. He had a relationship with Prancy, and he sharpened the reading glasses of the old housekeeper of the Prancys family. He may have made up his mind that he would go against the tide to find this lord before making plans.

There are many other people who think the same way. They either slowly made their way out of the city in the midst of the riotous crowds, or they fled like hashes from the still-peaceful Minerva River. No matter who sits in the bank, at least Garcia is going to be in chaos for a while.

At the mouth of the sewer, Hash easily jumped onto a boat. Ignoring the stench on his body, the visitor gave him a warm hug. The ship quickly drifted away by magic, and Hash struggled to raise his hand and throw a gleaming silver drawbridge coin at the wooden drawbridge in the distance, one of the representative buildings of the imperial capital. As a child, in the city of Beligo, not far from Garcia, his father's frequent children's songs crossed his mind.

"Drawbridge closed,"

"The drawbridge opens."

"How many boats have you walked on?"

"See you today,"

"Tomorrow."

"When will we meet again?"

Surprisingly, it took less than two days for the imperial capital Garcia to regain its calm. A large number of wooden buildings have been burned down, which means that people have been displaced, and those who once threw torches have begun to face the reality of leaving the city. Baccarat now also had to unite with the Church of the Two Moons, who were extremely dissatisfied with him, to deal with the other local forces who had learned of the news outside the city, and the various lords who might unite against him, as well as the Doniva brothers, who were most dissatisfied with him.

On the night after the chaos in the imperial capital, Doniva finally received a secret letter from his father. He sat down at his table with a frown, motioning for everyone to retreat, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes at the magical development paper.

His mother, who came from a very rare family of commoner magicians, met his father, the second in line to the Empire, who came to visit, in the Academy of Magic. The two fell in love. His mother gave birth to him and his sister one after another, and until Doniva was twelve years old, his life can be said to be very happy.

The father is the second prince, and the inheritance is always after the first in line. So my father has always seemed very indifferent to power. At that time, the harbor city of Hilzi was his fiefdom, and Doniva still vaguely remembered that his father took him and his sister to the sea to play, and they lived a carefree life at that time.

The illness and death of my grandfather, the previous emperor, shattered this illusory peace. The Church of the Two Moons almost bought off the incompetent father and brother, and began to try to change the old emperor's governing policy. His father, who was indifferent to power but firmly defended his grandfather's ideas, decided to mobilize troops in a coup d'état to purge Doniva's uncle, thus continuing the old emperor's policy of alienating the two moons.

The Magical Guild also doesn't want to be ridden on its head and dictated. Through his mother's coordination, the Magical Society and the military finally worked together to overthrow his father's brother's poor rule.

Doniva was still studying at the Academy of Magic. He thought his good days were about to begin. But after ascending to the throne, his father began to find that his wife was too capable. The king doesn't need Lu Pheasant or Wu Zetian, this may be an unspoken rule that can be applied everywhere.

His father knew that the Assassins of Lancas would come, and he even knew when and where the Assassins would appear, but he arranged for his mother to die, thus using all parties to put pressure on the Bilunar Church. The Church of the Two Moons, which did not achieve its goal, gave up, and his father was able to kill two birds with one stone to make a vase become the queen, and he was casually sent to the western fiefdom. And this is because my grandfather's old minister desperately suggested that it was undesirable to abolish Chang Liyu's concessions, otherwise he would have disappeared in front of his father a long time ago. The camp of the Western Army was right under his nose, and it seemed that he could open the sky without being under the heel of Wang Cheng, but in fact, the big sword had always been tightly held around his neck.