It's worse than killing me. ’

If someone else had said this, Simon would have scoffed.

After all, it is human nature to be afraid of death and to be afraid of death.

But if it's this old man...

Simon looked at the old man in the image, who was dying.

This old man, known as the Great Emperor of Conquest, was indeed longing for death.

Simon could feel it.

If he could, the other party would even want to die now...

"But even if you want to die like this... This simplistic idea is also not allowed. ”

The Conquest Emperor spoke.

The gaze of this madman who had fought all his life was calm at this time, and his dark blue eyes reflected the surface of the sea like a storm and thunderclouds.

Yes, even if the conquering emperor wants to die now, it is not allowed.

The Kingdom of Eternal Winter and the Duchy of Steel are eyeing each other, and the vast territory of the empire is surrounded by enemies.

They're waiting.

Waiting for the conquering emperor to fall, waiting for the empire to fall into chaos...

The death of the conquering emperor is, in a sense, no longer his own business.

His death will also touch the interests of some nobles and royal families.

Even Simon didn't want him to die right away.

At least until the last part of the Thousand-Faced Magic Tool is found-

So the conqueror of the Great cannot die yet.

Even if he wants to die, he is not allowed, and the royal family and nobles of the imperial capital will do whatever it takes to renew his life and let him continue to live.

This is where the last value of the conquering emperor lies on his deathbed.

"It's funny, Simon, I'm attacking cities and plundering states, and the empire has countless territories... As a result, in the end, I can't even control my own life and death..."

The Emperor of Conquest looked back at the side of the Shadow Bead:

"Claude was divided into northern territories by me, and Kalia was sent to eastern territories by me, and even so, the two of them were still not satisfied."

He shook his head as he spoke.

Claude, Kalia.

This refers to the conquering Emperor's eldest son, Prince Claude, and his second son, Prince Caria.

The eldest son, Claude, was sent to the northern frontiers, and in the constant friction with the kingdom of Eternal Winter showed unimaginable valor, and the territory of the northern lands would soon fall into his hands.

The second son, Kalia, as the leader of the territory, won the support of many local nobles, and if this momentum continued, it was only natural that the eastern territories would be integrated into one family.

These two are real fierce men, and they do have outstanding political and military talents, which can be called unexpected.

But apart from these two... There is also a direct bloodline of the Great Conqueror.

"Olya, the third princess of the Prison Tower."

Simon muttered the name to himself.

Unlike the eldest prince and the second prince who have been away all the year round, this Royal Highness the Third Empress was left by the conquered emperor, and even imprisoned in the tower by him in recent years.

This is where the name of the Three Princesses of the Prison Tower comes from.

Many people in the imperial capital have made various speculations.

For example, the third princess was not treated well by the emperor, or the emperor hated Olya and didn't want her to disturb the crown prince and the second prince, so he deliberately sent her to the tower to be imprisoned.

Accounts differ and opinions vary.

But the most critical part hasn't changed.

That's the fact that Queen Olya has fallen out of favor.

No minister wants to get close to Olya, and in the same way, she doesn't have any team under her, and she is just a bare-knuckle commander.

But is that really the case?

Captivity, in a sense ... It is also a kind of protection.

Due to her late birth, Olya, as the third princess, has suffered numerous horrific assassinations and attacks since she was a child.

Assassinations, poisons, bombs, magic curses...

Olya grew up in this environment.

Imprisoned in the Tower... This is actually the protection of Olya by the Emperor of Conquest. Because the body of the conquering emperor deteriorated day by day, and his mastery of his subordinates and nobles became worse and worse.

If you don't send Olya into the Tower...

When Simon thought of this, the Conquest Emperor in the image spoke again:

"Simon, the things I need your help with are actually quite simple. I think you've already guessed it. ”

"I want you to take care of my child after I die, the Third Princess, Olya, if you leave it alone, the child will soon be disposed of by her brothers after I die."

The Conquest Emperor's gaze remained calm:

"For the sake of you and me, you still have some friendship... That's what I ask of you... And I also know, Simon..."

The Conquest Emperor's voice was lowered in an instant, and his originally calm gaze became sharp in an instant:

"There's a longing for chaos deep down inside you, Simon."

"......" Simon.

Simon didn't speak, just subconsciously squinted his eyes and gently rubbed the teacup with his fingertips.

"Hahaha! I know it well, Simon! You're essentially the same type of person as me! ”

The Emperor of Conquest, who was already dying, propped himself up from the bed, he pulled his mouth and smiled heartily.

After a long time, the laughter stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the cold voice of the Emperor of Conquest in his ears -

"Then you won't be able to refuse Olya. Simon. Only in the hands of her, as one of the crown princes... Only then will you be able to take over the Western Union smoothly and deservedly. ”

After saying this, the Emperor of Conquest fell back on the bed, closed his eyes a little tiredly, and continued in a faint voice:

"I'll tell you one more piece of news. There are more than a group of witch old cultists who have left the imperial capital... The old cultists of the witch who assassinated you a few days ago are nothing more than a vanguard like scouts. The real assault force was Dead Words, one of the five priests of the Old Witch Cult. ”

"One of the five great sacrifices of the Old Witch Cult?" Simon's eyebrows furrowed, and he stood up and looked at the image in mid-air.

But that didn't help.

The image in the air blurred for a while, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

“... It's still the same as before. This old man who likes to hang people's appetites. Simon sighed as he rubbed his temples.

The fifth seat of the five priests of the Old Witch Sect is 'Dead Words'.

Legend has it that the other party has the protection of a witch, and its power can make the army of the dead, and no grass grows where it passes, which is a disaster at the legion level.

And this kind of ruthless character actually crossed various levels along the way... Straight to the gray moon?

If nothing else, Simon really felt that he was deeply loved by this group of neurotics.

I'm your boss! If I die, will your witch be able to live?

You don't have any points in your heart?!

What a bunch of neurotic pig teammates!

It's so hard for me-

"The most important thing is that the Thousand-Faced Demon Tool on the other side is to be found, and time is running out, these people really like to come and make trouble at these tense juncture eyes."

Simon played with the black hair on his forehead, constantly thinking about it.