Lloyd Craigie Varrant!

The head of the supreme kingship of the Kingdom of Stoke and the master of the palace of Valrant.

Since Lloyd's succession, the Kingdom of Stoke has regained the glory of a powerful country once buried in the long river of history, iron-blooded politics, coupled with the support of meritorious nobles, the Valant V in the prime of life set off the reform of the kingdom from the inside out, economic prosperity, and the growth of military power, and the hideous fangs loomed.

However, all the changes are in the eyes of the Alan Faluo Empire, and the soaring eagle does not allow the fat meat in its mouth to run away by itself, and the Empire's armed conquest begins.

The uncertain fate weaves a gorgeous movement.

The violets that bloomed on the blood stung the eagle's talons with their thorny stems, and even streaked along the body along the shiny feathers, leaving deep marks.

Then, the prestige of Varant V shocked the northern region of the continent of Calradimos, and even the legendary crown had to bow his eyebrows in front of him.

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The dim light shone through the folded face of the old man, and in the cloudy eyes was an endless lament, and the trembling hands stretched forward, trying to open the curtain of blood-colored spider silk.

"Of course, your name will be inscribed in history, and even a haughty bard will praise your deeds." Jasper looked at the old King in front of him and said softly, a touch of pain appeared in his calm pupils.

Everything in the world is fair, and no one escapes.

In that bloody Great Patriotic War, countless soldiers fought endlessly, countless nobles shed glorious blood, and His Majesty Lloyd also gave something unimaginable to ordinary people.

Wow!

The golden-red curtain slid to the sides, and the gloomy weather and oppressive atmosphere obscured Limontanlu at the moment.

Lloyd silently stared at the scenery in his field of vision, his pale face flushed with a flush, and said tremblingly: "But it seems that someone has forgotten my name!?" ”

"Abyss, Temple, are these guys all starting to act openly in Limontanlu? Especially the dirty and shameless guys in the abyss, they don't have enough benefits, they won't rush into this cake-splitting banquet. ”

Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!

A violent cough sounded, and it seemed that he had said too much in one breath, and Lloyd couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough dryly.

Lowering his arm, Lloyd saw a little blood flowing down the gap between his fingers, staining his palms red and his sleeves white.

Jasper lowered his eyelids, ignoring the bright bloodstains, and replied respectfully, "Yes, just last night, that guy from Shadow Face Scripps forced his attack with the Devil's Blood as the world coordinates, and finally returned in vain. ”

"Oh? Who is the target? Lloyd raised his eyebrows slightly, gently wiped the blood from his palm, and then turned his head to look at Jasper, his cloudy eyes revealing a hint of interest.

"Modrien Perris, the second son of that guy from Brooke, is a very good baron of real power, and his territory is near the Lemmwall Mountains." Jasper had already investigated Modrian's background, and at the end of that report, he recorded this sentence.

"There's a high probability there's a legendary crown standing behind him."

"Huh?" Lloyd was shocked, as if he remembered something, frowned and thought about it, and then slowly spoke: "Is it the one that Guy recommended more than two years ago?" ”

"Yes." Jasper replied that he also had the impression that he had exterminated many wolf thieves in the north of the kingdom, but in fact, according to the investigation, it was the conflict and hatred generated by the Jeffrey family.

"However, according to intelligence sources, it seems that His Highness Modrian is a close match, and the two have basically not been in contact with each other since entering Limontanro."

Hearing this, Lloyd fell silent, his cloudy eyes gradually cleared, and some memories of Guy flooded into his mind with his thoughts, rejuvenating emotions that he once thought were gone.

"Ha, before the end of life, it is really inexplicable irony to have this kind of emotion." Lloyd looked at Limontanlu under the gloomy sky and said with self-mockery.

"Guy, this kingdom is terminally ill, and even the reforms I insisted on at the beginning could not change the rotten roots, and only the cleansing of war could see the light of day."

Lloyd turned slightly, staring at his old companion in front of him, Jasper who had been by his side since he became His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Dispatch all the members of the Yin Flower and the Eclipse, and I hope to control any disturbances in Limontanlu before the Council of Nobles convenes."

"In addition, an order was issued that Guy leave the door of grief without permission and be grounded for four days!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The dim glow fell, and Jasper seemed to fall into darkness, a black and white gown looming in the void, and the shadows were dotted with golden lines.

The four-day lockdown meant that His Highness Gay had lost the opportunity to participate in the Council of Nobles, and the few followers and speculators who were the few followers and speculators would be thoroughly cleaned up by their hidden opponents at that moment, and {Three days later, the Council of Nobles was officially convened.} }

"This is my kingdom!" Lloyd gasped lightly, his clear eyes seemed to soak through the space, and he looked down from the distant sky to see the vast territory of the Stoke Kingdom.

"Even if I'm weak, even if I'm no longer able to see humanity, even if I'm at the end of my life!"

"But I, Lloyd Craigie Varrant, am still the king of the kingdom of Stoke, and no one dares to refuse my will."

Lloyd lowered his eyes and saw himself on the smooth marble floor, a cold smile spreading from the corners of his mouth to his wrinkled face, slightly pulling out an illusory shadow of a beast.

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Limontanlu, slum.

Compared with the bustling business district and the quiet and elegant aristocratic area, it is full of unpleasant stench, discarded garbage can be seen everywhere in the dirty alleys, and numb people slumped on the roadside, with no color in their empty eyes, and ordinary life has long lost hope.

These poor people are like puppets, begging every day, and even though hunger eats away at their bodies, they remain indifferent, waiting for the next food that the good Samaritan will throw away.

A dilapidated courtyard that had been cleaned and washed, with thick black cloth draped around the four corners, surrounded the walls of the houses, and the gloomy light seeped into it, revealing a strange and unpredictable scene.

In the center of the courtyard is a square altar, and the faint blazing white flame spreads heat to the surroundings with a hint of scorching, and the overflowing temperature dispels the cold, like a wave of fire washing the air.

Underneath the altar, there were hundreds of black-robed people, they stood scattered, their faces covered by pitch-black hoods, silent, only the twisted two-headed snake ring on their left hand seemed to indicate their identity, and faintly, the red snake core swallowed a black mist.