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The Woodston-Saxon family's blue Yellowstone flag, which had been lowered in half inside and outside the city, did not hang on the flagpole, but fluttered with the sea breeze. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Almost every aristocratic face was united in grief in order to hide their inner thoughts. In addition to the two people sitting in the golden chair in the living room of Spike's gloomy mansion, Spiket, the kingdom's spy chief, and Terry Hawking, the military governor of the royal city.

The two laughed almost unabashedly and talked happily, as if their ideals had been realized at this moment, and the mutual compliments in the midst of the words and joys continued to strengthen the relationship between the two of them.

"Your Majesty, what do you think should be the right name for the kingdom?" Terry Rich was slightly drunk, leaning back on the back of the golden chair and looking at the ceiling, although his mouth asked about Spicht's kingdom, his heart had already flown to the beautiful fantasy of one man under ten thousand.

"Not yet, my dear Lord Regent. When the time comes, I will marry a beautiful woman and bear me sons, and you will hasten to have a daughter, and my son may be betrothed to your daughter. You'll be my in-laws then! Spiket habitually pressed the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Ah, in that case, it couldn't be better. We're brothers. Terry Reich smiled brightly, and an intoxicating red flower flushed across his face. Under the high cheekbones, it looks like a little red on the plateau.

"We're brothers, we've done a great job, and if we were to be embellished by the writers who paid us to write a biography for us, the generations to come will always remember the great deeds—" Spitcott raised his thin finger and pointed at himself and Terry Rich, "me and you." I think I've thought of the name of the kingdom - no, the name of the empire, the Palma Emperor under the Black Throne, the Mighty Shore and the Regent Terry Rich. ”

"Under the Black Throne - the Acarna believers of the stupid 'Old Religion' are likely to rebel against us." Trerech frowned, as a man who had often been involved in the repression around the royal city, he knew exactly where the roots of the rebellion of the peasants and rebels were.

"My future Lord Regent, the Demon God of Trian can push us to a high position that was once unattainable, and also has the power to protect my empire, don't you know how to suppress it? If anyone does not convert, they will all be treated as heretics - no matter how to kill them! Spitcot's little eyes twitched, and he stretched out his hand to wipe his neck with a wicked smile, and he stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly, and the exaggerated performance and vivid expression made Terry Reich nod again and again.

"Yes, we are far away in the royal city, but we can know everything thousands of miles away through the manifestation orb of the Demon God Trian, and its divine power is a thousand times more powerful than the Arcana believers who are chattering in their ears." "For the present, we still have to use the puppet's hand to cut off his remaining loyal nobles in the court. ”

"I think I know who you're referring to. It's the same old topic, Godric Samar, captain of the royal fleet. I've been observing for a long time, and this guy is a hard guy, and there is no flaw in the slightest. Spiket grimaced, his fingers tapping the bridge of his nose. Now that the time is approaching, we must solve this problem quickly, how long will it be before Old Man Karkhand can gather all the members of the 'El Helino Mangrove Monsters' to arrive in the royal city? ”

"Assassination snipping? This is definitely an effective and quick way to solve the problem. Terry Reich smacked his lips, reached out and took the silver pot on the round table, and filled the golden cup in his hand with intoxicating old Saskant red wine, "Oh, as for the furious proboscis and monster-like Red Linkerkand barbarians, it will probably be three days before they arrive in the royal city." ”

"Oh, I'm running out of the numbers." Spiket tapped the table and snorted softly, "Wouldn't I know about such a lowliest thing as sending assassins?" But I don't trust stupid assassins who are not even as good as corpses. Besides, I need Godric to live, and preferably that the royal fleet under his command will be able to rebel against the puppet before it invades the Scholar's territory. Our future fleet is counting on Godric, for after cleaning up the scholars jumping up and down on Mount Ella, we can step into the palace and take the puppet's crown and put it on my head. At that time, even if the unconvinced Duke of Sunset Island attacked, our sea power would definitely give them a head-on blow. Therefore, this experienced admiral is kept for the time being. But how can I quickly divide these groups of guys in these 3 days? Damn it, it's not going to take this one easily! ”

"Once you want to sing redface, I have to sing blackface. What you call 'stirring up trouble' is a good idea, future Your Majesty. Terry Rich's eyes flashed, and Spitcot leaned forward.

"You and I are grasshoppers, and I won't let you suffer. Don't worry, your relationship with me is fundamentally different from that of everyone else, we are people with a shared destiny! My future Lord Regent. Spitter was categorical, completely different from his usual tone, and the meaning was quite clear.

"Well, my future majesty. I knew of a way to not only sow discord between the puppet and the royal captain, but also to undermine Monte Mario's loyalty to the puppet. Don't know if you've found it? Terry Reich quickly poured out what was on his mind, and he could tell that Spichett was serious about him, even though the strange conspirator had never revealed his true heart to the others.

"Found what? Don't sell it. You stir up what is in my heart! Lord Hawking! Ah, my future Lord Regent. My good future in-laws. Spitt's eyes lit up, and his tone was so eager that his words and salutations were rapid.

"The key to tearing apart the loyalty of the monarch and the minister has been discovered by me, and it is definitely a fragile bond." Terry Reich proudly lifted the golden cup and took a sip of the good wine in the glass.

"What is the bond? Why didn't you tell me earlier, it almost broke something big! Spitcot, who was propping up the table, almost stood up from the golden chair.

"Ah, don't get excited, don't get excited! I only learned by chance yesterday! Terry Rich almost squirted out unswallowed wine, "Little nobleman, you should know that the horse breeder at Parma's inn had a close personal relationship with Monte Mario and Godric in private. We could have killed Segal II at the hands of him, but of course the puppet's actions and justifications would be emotionally incomprehensible to Montemario and Godric. ”

"We're going to kill an innocent person again. I'm interested in how to kill. Spitter tried to open his little eyes wide, as if awakened from a dream, and said, "Ah, why didn't I notice this detail!" Yes, Terry Rich, you've done a great job! ”

"He's not innocent at all, whoever told him to befriend Monte Mario and Godric, he was born a perfect victim, pinching him to death is as easy as pinching a little ant to death." Terry Reich drank the remnants of the wine in his cup in one gulp, "You are not a nobleman born and raised in the kingdom of Rinston, and you may not know the habits of the long-lived Segal I when he went on an expedition, although it has been ignored later, but there is no decree that explicitly discarded it. Whenever a warrior goes out on a campaign, in order to let the soul of the horse keeper see the horse he raised galloping on the battlefield and exert the power of the soul, we will always use the blood of the horse breeder to sacrifice the fluttering horse head banner hanging from the horseman's spear. However, due to the inability to recruit enough horse breeders, this was gradually neglected. ”

"No trial, only a puppet orders. Flag-sacrificing might be a brilliant idea. Brilliant murder methods! Spitter almost screamed in excitement.

"The death was tragic. Blood drains. Terry Rich laughed, almost clapping his hands in celebration of the conspiracy he had come up with.

"There are two people who will suffer a lot of pain in their hearts. Hahaha, you can figure it out. Spitter took the golden cup from the table and filled it with wine, and filled it again with a silver kettle, and he immediately got up with joy, walked behind Trireich, and patted Trirech on the shoulder.

"Leave the rest to His Majesty the Puppet. A wonderful beginning of history will belong to the puppet and the long-nosed old man of Kakander to write for us. Spiket raised the golden cup in his hand in the direction of the chamber containing the manifestation orb of the Trian Demon Lord, "And the Kolo mercenary group that was once our enemy. Faul Onneste's idiot. Hahaha. ”

The sound of laughter echoed in Spiket's mansion for a long time, like the wild laughter of evil spirits in a haunted house.