"It doesn't surprise me that you have done these despicable acts, but I don't understand why you still refuse to let our family go, now that Rudolph has been implicated by me and lost his chance?"

Francesca asks angrily, which in turn provokes even more unbridled ridicule from the turtledove. Apex Fiction X23UOM

"Love has really made you lose your mind, my poor Francesca, even if Rudolph's career is hindered and he is about to be sentenced to exile, and it is no longer a threat to us, but don't forget that there is still you! You are from our Dragon Palace, you know the cause and effect of this conspiracy well, if you go out and talk nonsense, won't it be embarrassing for us? As long as you're alive, we won't be able to rest easy, so I'm sorry, since you've lost your usefulness to the Dragon Palace, we'll have to try to shut you up forever. ”

"No wonder Rudolph had just said that morning that there was a chance to save me from the death penalty, and that evening you skipped the public trial and secretly burned me at the stake...... You were afraid that I would expose your conspiracy! After more than 20 years, Francesca finally realized why she died.

"It doesn't seem like you're too stupid, which gives me some confidence in our next collaboration."

"Turtledove, are you crazy? I've been killed by you once, and you expect me to be at your mercy again? Francesca sneered, "I'd rather die than be with you scum!" ”

"Well said, but unfortunately not your sincere words, don't blame me for underestimating you, Franceska, you don't have the courage you claim to be."

Turtledove made no secret of the arrogance in his eyes, convinced that Francesca could not escape his grasp.

"First of all, let me remind you of one thing, all the files of your service in the Dragon Palace are still in my possession, and what do you think if I send this agent file to Rudolph and let him know that his once-beloved wife is a liar and ruined his future with his own hands? Don't you care that your good image in your husband's mind is subverted? ”

Francesca shuddered, gritted her teeth and lowered her head, saying nothing.

"In addition to this, I have good news for you, Rudolph has just had a great wedding to a woman named Evgenia. This woman captured Rudolph's heart after your death, and now not only wears the crown that belongs to you, but also conceives a little daughter for Rudolph named 'Vasilisa', and looking at this happy family, I have to wonder if Rudolph is so happy that he will have time to think back to his former wife who was burned at the stake and buried in this desolate cemetery. ”

"Say no more!" Francesca couldn't help but hide her face and cry bitterly, "I beg you, stop torturing me......"

"You're jealous, Francesca, it's human nature, but you should also understand that when a man dies, his wife always has to find a new love, and he always has to have children to carry on the lineage, which is also human nature." Turtledove said with a smile.

Francesca just hid her face and wept bitterly, trembling with crying, and her illusory figure seemed to be about to shatter.

Turtledove licked her dry lips and felt the need to add another fire.

"Franceska, Rudolph is forgivable for another wife, but for another thing I have to fight for you, remember you and Rudolph's son? What's his name......

"Roland, my son, what's wrong with him?" After all, it was a mother-son connection, Francesca stopped crying, raised her head and looked nervously at the turtledove.

"On the surface, he has now become the crown prince of the Far East, and the scenery is infinite, but it is a pity that this prince has died seven years ago, and now he is active in front of the world in his capacity...... It's just a geist who borrowed Roland Koras's body to resurrect his soul! ”

"Franceska, I dare to swear to the gods, everything I say is true, that geist killed your son, seized his body and identity, and even stole the fatherly love that your son should have, Rudolph may not know anything about this, or he may know the truth and pretend to be deaf and dumb, after all, he already has a daughter, it doesn't matter if the son is biological or not, but you only have that son, can you turn a blind eye to what happens to your own flesh and blood? Don't you, a mother, want to go to the Far East to find the villain who borrowed the corpse to resurrect the soul and avenge your son with your own hands? ”

If Francesca could still keep a little calm about the previous provocation of the turtledove, hearing the secret he told at this moment, his mind seemed to be struck by lightning, and it instantly became blank.

"I see...... No wonder I felt something was wrong the last time he came to visit the grave, although he looked like my son, but the breath of the soul was very strange...... I see, my poor boy......"

Francesca couldn't stop crying, and suddenly looked up at the sky, letting out a long, mournful cry.

"Poor boy, mom swears to avenge you!"

The mournful scream lingered for a long time, and the night sky seemed to be shaken by the echo, and the response was a thunderclap. Lightning streaked across the sky, and the wind and rain intensified.

"Alright, Francesca, anger won't solve the problem, now you need to calm down, let's talk about the next course of action."

Turtledove looked at the ghost crying out in the storm on the other side, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his lips.

"First, we'll have to find a way to get you to Colasbourg......"

……

At the same time that the "turtledove" awakened the "ghost sorcerer" Francesca, thousands of miles away on the outskirts of Krasbourg, in the same desolate cemetery shrouded in night, there was also a strange black shadow staggering forward on the snow.

The black-robed old man's muscles had withered and shrunk, and his beard had fallen out, looking like a terrifying living skeleton.

The black-robed old man leaned over his body, holding a thick black leather book under his arm, and struggled on the snow on the cold winter night until he reached the deepest part of the cemetery, stopping in front of a tombstone.

Looking up at the inscription on the tombstone, the black-robed old man whispered: "The patriot is buried here...... Hey, that's exactly what I'm looking for. ”

A satisfied smile appeared on the black-robed old man's terrifying face. Beneath this cemetery lies a man who died with hatred, and his resentment is so strong that when the old man in black robe looks down on Krasbourg in the air, he feels this resentment as clearly as he watches the candlelight in the dark, and what makes the old man in black robe even more happy is that the resentment of the deceased points directly to the center of Krasbourg, pointing to the royal palace of Rudolf I and the cathedral of the goddess of fate.