"Why is Lord Doyle here?"

Servants who had been retired, outside the house, whispered in the intervals of waiting.

"I don't know, but my family doesn't like the Guardians, will they get into an argument?"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud shout from inside the house.

"No kidding!!"

Immediately afterwards there was the sound of teacups falling to the ground and shattering, and through the mottled images of the tangled reflections of the branches on the windows, the servants saw Doyle sitting upright, and the shadow of the Grand Duke who had risen up, propped up the table with one hand and pointed at Doyle with the other.

"My lord, wouldn't he be too excited? That's the Guardian. A servant said worriedly.

The other person immediately picked up and said, "Don't look at my family clearly, Young Master Atifan is now the king." ”

But the real situation in the house was not what the servants imagined.

In the study, a chandelier full of candles hung overhead, and all the paper and ink on the table were swept to the floor by the Grand Duke, and he propped up the table with one hand, and pointed at Doyle with the index finger of the other, his beard already soaked with sweat, and his eyes were full of irrepressible anger.

Doyle, on the other hand, is calm and smiling.

"Yes, you ought to be angry, Grand Duke Francis." Doyle said calmly, "Now...... There is only one choice before you, and that is to obey me, so that I will at least leave you with a way to live, and your son will become a virtuous monarch who will go down in history.

If you have any extra moves, then the ending that awaits you and Ativan, I think you should think about it, you should know something about my spells, and now Atifan can't trust your words, so ...... Think about it, it's my ultimatum. ”

Doyle got up, turned and went straight out of the house, got into a carriage in the night, and left the place.

Frans, who had listened to the sound of the horses' hooves, collapsed to the ground as if he had lost his strength.

Doyle's carriage moved slowly along the roads of the Empire, slowly, giving pedestrians enough time to get out of the way, and no one would stand in the way, for everyone knew whose carriage it was.

The carriage without a coachman, and the carriage slowly pulled by two pure white horses with shining eyes, was Doyle's carriage, and inside, Doyle was resting with his eyes closed, and the performers on the side were chattering.

"Hey partner! You just said you used a spell to control that imp, is that true? ”

"You have a lot to say, if it weren't for you begging me to come, I wouldn't have brought you here." Doyle said with a frown.

"I want to know."

"Naturally, no, I just want to force him."

"And then he'll be obedient?"

"How is that possible, is Frans like that? He is a self-aware person with no ego, and when it comes to the critical moment, he will not choose to save his life or protect his son. Doyle opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with coldness: "He will fight to the death, trying to reveal my true colors." ”

"That's impossible."

"Hehe, yes, so there's only one way left for him to go."

The succession to the throne is inherited by blood, and the reason why he can skip Frans and let Atifan inherit directly is that the former Frans also gave up inheriting the throne, and this time he also gave up, and he wanted to give up this position to Bag's son Elbert.

But he never thought that Doyle would directly veto Elbert on the grounds that he was the son of the Sin King, so the throne fell into the hands of Atifan, so there was a scene where the father failed to inherit the crown, but the son inherited the throne.

Frans must have regretted it now, he must have felt that he would not necessarily be controlled by the spell, because if Doyle's spell was omnipotent, then he would have been controlled.

The more he thought about it, the more he regretted that he had made Atifan king, that he had harmed his own son, and that he should have inherited the throne.

And this ...... It's the "truth" that Doyle wants Frans to perceive - you won't be controlled by my spells, but if you dare to act rashly, your son will be doomed.

This threat was just an illusion, and Doyle knew that Frans would not be threatened by himself, but because of this dispensable threat, he would embark on the path that had been prepared for him, and at the end of this path, someone would meet him.

"Teacher, you're back."

When Doyle stepped out of the carriage, Atifan led a group of people to meet him.

She was also quite surprised.

"Your Majesty, are you waiting for me?"

Atifan nodded vigorously: "Yes! ”

After Doyle arrived, Atifan drank back the others, and Doyle was there, so his safety would not need additional guarantees, not to mention that the question he was going to ask next was not suitable for asking in front of so many people.

"Teacher, the ...... My father, did you say anything? Atifan hesitated.

Doyle went to Frans's house this time to tell Ativan to help him understand Frans' thoughts.

When Atifan asked this question, Doyle immediately showed a helpless look, and when Atifan saw this expression, his heart twitched: "Father, what did he say?" ”

"The Grand Duke didn't say anything, but I found something even worse, of course, I don't think Your Majesty you should watch it now, it's better to watch it after a sleep."

Hearing this, Atifan felt even more wrong: "Teacher, what happened?" ”

"Well, I think Your Majesty should take a look at this." Doyle handed the scroll in his hand to the other party......

Three days later, Doyle left the imperial capital, because her envoy returned, and also got the news of where Bagh was, although it should have been transferred, but as long as she was found once, it was basically impossible to escape.

"The Flying Killing Technique has the farthest distance, so as long as the dense demons are arranged around the center of the initial discovery, then every teleportation can get the corresponding clues, plus destroy the magic tools...... There is no escape for you, Bag! ”

……

"Dad, my spell is solved?"

"Yes, it's been resolved."

A convoy slowly moved through the fields, each with their faces buried in deep cloaks and white cloths on their faces, this convoy belonged to Hadsan and Ruth, Ruth and Xavier sat in the carriage, and Alongside Hadsan sat in the coachman's seat.

Hadson's hand was wrapped in a bandage, and the little finger and ring finger of his right hand were severed, and the surface of the bandage was pink.

"And where are we going now?"

"In short, leave the empire first, this place is no longer safe."

As he spoke, he glanced at the sky, and just then, an unknown black creature flew over.