Whew, swoop.

Throwing off his arms, Monte ran through the palace with all his strength and speed.

It was the first time he had run out of grace in the palace.

He definitely didn't want to do it if he could, but......

His Highness Sphynson is dead!

Dead at the hands of the Serpent Witcher!

Until now, Monte couldn't believe it, his mind went blank, all that was left was the order of the Etandine VI: bring the serpent witcher to him!

With such an order, Monte, as a close minister, naturally has to do his best.

As he ran into the hall, Monte breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the snake witcher confronting the royal agent.

OK!

Fortunately, it's not the worst situation!

Monte couldn't help but feel a little happy in the bottom of her heart.

However, when Monte saw Sphinson's corpse on one side, the glimmer of joy flew out of the clouds, and all that was left was swollen temples and almost suffocating chest tightness.

As if he had been punched in the face, Monte saw Venus staggering in front of him, and he almost fell to the ground.

It's the worst situation in front of us!

Is there anything worse than the situation in front of you?

Fear......

It's the death of His Majesty, right?

Monte shook his head quickly when such a thought popped up, and he threw such a disrespectful thought out of his mind.

Then, with a few quick breaths, he looked at the snake faction's witcher.

The other side stood there calmly.

Behind the other party, the attendant and the guard were inseparable, especially the guard, who looked at the surrounding spies and palace guards with a fierce look.

Obviously, all it takes is the serpent witcher to give the order and the guard will rush forward and go on a killing spree.

And, of course, the squire.

In fact, Monte was more concerned about the squire than the fierce guard.

Because, the other party has two firecrackers in his hands.

It's not an ordinary template, but a gun with a muzzle the size of a fist, like a hand cannon!

Damn it!

Where did he hide his weapon?

Monte cursed inwardly.

There is no doubt that this is his dereliction of duty.

Before entering the palace, he personally collected and kept the weapons of the three men.

And now the weapon that looks like a weapon of mass destruction at a glance has appeared in the other party's hands...... Monte couldn't help but smile wryly at the thought of the punishment she might face.

Sphynson is dead.

A group of people are destined to die.

He didn't want to be one of them.

So, he walked towards the crowd of confrontations.

"Lord Colin, please calm down."

"Everyone, please calm down."

Monte shouted.

How can you not die?

Naturally, I will do my best to fulfill the instructions of His Majesty and obtain the forgiveness of His Majesty!

As a close minister of the king, no matter what his reputation is outside, at least Monte's words are still quite deterrent, and his appearance also makes the tense palace guards and the king's spies slightly relieved.

While they are undoubtedly elite, they have never experienced anything like this.

An heir to the kingdom has been slain in the royal palace!

Who would believe such a thing?

Others don't believe it.

They don't believe it either.

Even, it can be said that there are no masters of the six gods.

It can only be reported layer by layer.

Luckily, Monte is here!

All eyes were on Monte.

After Monte bowed slightly, those palace guards and spies immediately got out of the way, allowing Monte to walk in front of Qin Ran.

"Sir."

Monte greeted Qin Ran with a wry smile.

There is no going back.

But basic etiquette must be, not rigid, it's just that Monte doesn't want to die.

Unable to play into the king's order, he will definitely die.

If he speaks disrespectfully to the snake demon hunter in front of him, he will definitely die, and Monte knows the strength of the other party.

There is death on the left and right, and only by being cautious can you survive.

For a moment, Monte felt so pitiful and helpless.

If I don't die this time, I must retire early.

Even if it's to go to Morsa on the northern border, I don't want to stay here.

Inexplicably, after making such a decision in his heart, Monte seemed to calm down.

"Your Majesty, I hope to see you and hear your own reason."

Monterbie relayed respectfully and truthfully.

At the same time, he began to think in his heart about what kind of reason to use to let the other party go to see Etandin VI.

Threats are certainly not a no-go.

Witchers are never afraid of threats.

All that's left is to win sympathy.

At that moment, Monte opened his mouth pleadingly.

"Sir, please have mercy on ......"

"Hmm."

"What, what did you say?"

Without waiting for Monte to finish speaking, Qin Ran nodded, Monte was stunned, and he subconsciously asked.

"Lead the way."

Qin Ran said lightly.

"Okay, okay."

"Please come with me."

Monte didn't know why Qin Ran agreed so happily, but he knew that the task that seemed extremely difficult to him had been completed so easily.

Pol didn't know why Qin Ran agreed.

But he knew that Qin Ran must have a reason for doing this.

The 'Demon of Fire' is definitely not a reckless person.

Therefore, after seeing Qin Ran stepping, Pol immediately followed.

Naturally, Ash followed his boss and companions.

However, this strong man from the border bared his teeth when he passed by those secret agents.

Ash is simple.

But it is precisely because of this simplicity that he can distinguish who has bad intentions and who is bad.

It's this group of guys who just hid around with bad intentions.

Then, after seeing that things have become irreversible, they suddenly appear again.

Sphynson's self-report just now made it clear to Ash that this was a prince or the heir to Etandine VI.

Now he's been killed by his own big boss.

Etandine VI wanted to see his big boss.

He didn't think he was there to greet him.

Next, there must be a big war.

The boss's gun can take the lead in the first sound, and then, I want to grab the weapon and quickly kill the people around me, I can't take the route just now, there are too many people, can I only choose to go down from the cliff on one side?

Rarely, Ash began to think.

Then, the strong man's aura began to change.

Murderous intent drives murderous aura.

The surrounding king's spies keenly sensed such a change, and their eyes became extremely dangerous.

But the next moment—

A utter chill froze their nerves.

A ten, hundredfold stronger aura than before.

It's like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The smell of blood made the king's agents tense, the kingdom guards staggered back, and the attendants were already slumped to the ground.

Everyone instinctively looked at the place where the murderous aura came.

A back.

Pitch black and deep.

There was no turning back.

There is only the sound of footsteps, and the footsteps are walking.

That snake witcher!

Everyone froze in place.

Especially those guards and secret agents who just thought that they could rely on their numerical advantage to win down this snake sect demon hunter were even more chilled in their hearts.

Breath isn't everything.

But the powerful aura is enough to show the great strength.

Especially......

That bloody breath of slaughtering everything!

Is this the Witcher?

Everyone watched straight away at the figure.

Bol and Ash don't fall behind.

However, Pol thought that since he was Qin Ran's entourage, then he naturally had to express himself at this time.

So, just as he was about to leave the hall completely, he turned around, crossed his guns to his chest, and bowed slightly.

It's etiquette.

It was very popular among the nobility.

When Ash saw the boss saluting, he naturally had to respond.

Naturally, it was not the etiquette among the nobility, but the 'etiquette' that was popular in Mursa on the border.

The strong man turned around, bared his white teeth, raised his left hand and clenched his fist inward, and his raised thumb slashed through his throat.

After doing all this, the strong man habitually showed a cruel smile, and then he stood shoulder to shoulder with the boss and kept up with the footsteps of the big boss.

One front and two back.

After the three figures disappeared, a burst of air sounded in the hall.

It was the sound of a heart that lifted up to his throat, and then, suddenly, let out a sigh of relief.

One person, such a voice is naturally not too loud.

But what about a group of people?

At least, Monte, who had just walked out of the hall, heard.

But, Monte pretended not to hear.

It's just like he didn't notice the murderous aura from the snake sect's demon hunters just now, and he didn't notice the 'etiquette' of his entourage and guards.

All he had to do was bring the snake demon hunter to the small conference room.

The rest?

Nothing about him.

It's not something he can manage.

As for after?

He wouldn't think about it either.

He's just a little guy who does what he does.

He didn't want to get involved in any 'revenge' operation.

That's right!

Revenge!

At this time, Monte, who had regained his composure, could be sure of one thing after thinking about it.

The snake demon hunter in front of him should have known the disgraceful role played by the Etandine royal family at the time of the 'Black Calamity', so he chose revenge.

Otherwise, why would the other party kill His Highness Sfenson?

Could it be that you are disturbed from eating and are in an unhappy mood?

The king's close retainers shuddered at the thought of what the royal family of Etandine had done and the consequences suffered by the witchers.

Never die!

There is no other possibility than this.

Moreover, I am afraid that not only this young snake demon hunter, but also the other party's friend and division commander should have quietly infiltrated the Etandin Palace.

Next, it's time for a big battle!

I hope Your Majesty is ready!

The thought in his head made Monte's pace faster.

He always felt that someone was watching him in the shadows around him.

After he decided to bring the snake demon hunter behind him into the small hall, he immediately chose to play dead.

As for leaving?

He didn't believe the witchers weren't prepared.

If you run away, you will die faster.

Only finding an inconspicuous place to pretend to be dead is the best choice.

Thinking about what was going to happen next, Monte almost cried, he had taken the wealth he had accumulated over the years to the border, and now it seemed that it would be best if he could escape.

I'm miserable!

In his inner wail, Monte took Qin Ran and the three of them to the door of the small council room.

A team of heavily armed royal guards were guarding here, and when they saw Qin Ran and the three of them, their eyes were extremely unkind.

Apparently, they also got the news of Sphynson's death.

"Your Majesty, I'm alone with you."

"The remaining two stay here."

The leader of the royal guard said.

Bol clenched his hand cannon, and Ash was ready to make a big move.

However, Qin Ran waved his hand.

"Stay here."

He said.

"Do as you command, sir."

Pol bowed.

Ash bowed.

The door to the small chamber was pushed open.

Monte, who was a close minister, also stayed outside, and only Qin Ran walked in alone.

Bang!

The door slammed shut behind him.

All the royal guards were outside.

They never feared for the safety of their Majesty.

Or, to be more precise, there was no safer place in the entire palace, in Etaninburg, than the room behind them.

Not even the 'God of War' or 'Lady of Calamity' could threaten a king in it!

Inside the small chamber.

Etandin VI sat in that high-backed chair.

His bloodshot eyes stared viciously at Qin Ran who walked in.

And Qin Ran never showed timidity or jealousy like those who were watched by him, just a kind of indifference.

Seem......

And with a hint of arrogance.

Such a look made Aitandine VI extremely angry and angry.

"Are you showing me off?"

"You're telling me that you witchers have learned the truth?"

"Or do you really think it's sad for me to die a Sfinson?"

Aitandine VI roared.

Just as he said.

There was no sadness on the king's face.

All that's there is anger.

It's not like a father who has lost his son.

"Think with your brilliant brain, why am I like this?"

"Of course, you thought of it."

"Sphynson wasn't my own."

"His presence is just a shield for me to ward off some rumors."

"If one is broken, I'll just cultivate another one."

Etandin VI's tone was softened, his anger was disappearing, and what remained was not calm, but the indifference and banter of the hunter in the face of his prey, and he spoke again.

"But you only have one life."

"Do you think it's all worth it now that you put yourself in for the sake of an imposter who doesn't exist in the first place?"

"Or, do you think you can leave safely based on your strength?"

Aitandine VI said, holding up a finger.

Immediately, an illusory layer of light and shadow, like a glass cover, was upside down around him, protecting him firmly.

Then, one after another, evil came out of the light and shadow.

Most of these monsters remained humanoid, but their faces were hideous, their limbs twisted, and as soon as they appeared, they let out a low roar full of pain, anger, resentment, and murderous intent.

But—

"Get on your knees."

With the words of Aitandine VI, the demons fell to their knees at his feet.

"Strength, you or you never know what strength is."

"I am the king, but I rule over more than ordinary people."

"And these evils!"

"That's the reason for Aitandine's existence!"

"That's another reason why you witchers have to die!"

Under the shadow of light, Etandin VI's voice was once again high-pitched.

"As for wisdom, you are being played by me between applause."

"In terms of strength, you are not worth mentioning."

"So ......"

"Why do you dare to tear your face with me?"

"Why do you dare to go head-to-head with me?"

"Why do you dare to sabotage my plans?"

In almost madness, Aitandine VI stood up, his arms raised and waved vigorously.

The king didn't notice that his high-backed chair was slowly deforming.

From the appearance of a chair, to the appearance of a person.

The figure silently stretched out its right hand, and so easily pierced the chest of the king in front of him.

Aettandine VI's questioning came to an abrupt end.

He lowered his head and looked at the hand in front of him that held his heart.

In his ear, a whisper sounded.

"Of course it's on me."