After the ominous bells echoed throughout the night, Loria was placed under house arrest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This house arrest was not directed against her, the entire palace was cordoned off, not only could not leave, but only the royal guards were allowed to pass between the various areas.

Now she could only move around the perimeter of the library, where the once quiet and deserted garden was now filled with soldiers, some of them trampling the flowers at will, as if the ropes that once bound them were no longer there.

Loria climbed to the dome of the library, and the soldiers just wouldn't allow her to leave the nearby area anyway, and she saw the gray cat on the dome, which was crouching on the edge and peeking down.

Jumping lightly to the gray cat, Loria grabbed the fur at the back of the cat's neck and grabbed it into her arms, perhaps frightened by the sudden appearance of so many people, it did not resist, but shrunk into Loria's arms and meowed quietly.

"How do I know what's going on?"

Loria sat down on the edge of the cat, dangling her legs beyond the roof, she looked into the distance and found nothing particularly noteworthy, "It doesn't look like a coup d'état, these people don't act very nervous." ”

She held the cat in her arms, dangling her legs, and was in a daze on the edge of the dangerous roof, with no one to take care of her, and there was no commotion, and the guards patrolling everywhere, though they did not look like they were facing a great enemy, carried out their tasks in silence, and Loria could not hear anything from them except for a brief command or two.

She had a strong premonition that her plans to leave seemed to be in vain.

The next night, the sentry around the library was lifted, but she was still trapped in a nearby area.

On the morning of the third day, Miss Loria, who had just hypnotized an unfortunate bastard and dragged her into the grass and sucked it hard, found that all the sentries and patrols had been removed, and she tentatively walked to the stables, and then to the outside of the Guards Barracks, but they were empty, and the men and horses did not know where they were going.

She heard the faint sound of the drums, and followed them towards the center of the palace, and gradually the drums grew louder and louder, accompanied by the loud music of several instruments, and Loria breathed a sigh of relief as she approached the square in the center of the palace.

The world was not destroyed when I woke up, and people gathered in the square.

Loria squeezed in from the side of the crowd to see what was happening, but the crowd was crowded but not chaotic, because she was able to push forward with her petite figure without much effort, and in the process she found that the people around her were dressed in all kinds of clothes, both luxurious and ordinary and even slightly shabby, and with a little surprise, she guessed the reason.

The royal palace was opened to the people.

In the square, near the palace, there was a temporarily raised review stand, covered with heavy red velvet, and Loria heard the sound coming from the orchestra in fancy uniforms.

Sixty or seventy meters away, the crowd was separated by several rows of soldiers in ceremonial armor, and Loria squeezed to the front, only to find that her view was completely blocked by the people around her, but fortunately, people's eyes were focused on the platform, and the soldiers did not pay much attention to her, so she had a chance to climb a small tree at the edge of the square.

The soldiers who kept order were followed by a scattered group of guards with swords, some of whom looked at Loria, who had climbed up the tree, as if she had ignored her because she looked like she was just a little girl.

Ordinary people could barely watch the excitement even if they climbed the tree, but Loria could clearly see the people on the stage, and she saw Hetty, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, sitting quite close to the middle in a luxurious gown, the cascading fabric cleverly hiding her crippled arm.

Soon, Loria was caught by another small patch of pink - Rocka was held on her lap by a middle-aged woman, sitting uneasily in the middle high seat.

Loria could even see the dark expression on the woman's face and Rocca's expression of curiosity and fear.

To their left, on their left, sat a richly decorated chair, and without anyone having to explain it, Loria knew it was the throne.

A young man dressed in a gift stepped on the review stand in a bright red velvet, and the crowd burst into cheers at the right time, and he smiled with satisfaction and sat down on the throne.

In the space of a day and two nights, the throne was safely handed over within easy reach of Loria.

Loria, standing in the landscape tree, sighed softly, and then wondered why she was sighing, perhaps to express her limited polite condolences for her grandfather, whom she had never met.

"Really...... It's better to go back and nibble on jerky. ”

Loria kept an eye on Roca, neither the ornate throne nor the glittering crown could attract her attention, but Roka was soon carried away by an old woman.

She suddenly felt bored, so she jumped down from the tree with her skirt pressed down, and it took several times longer to squeeze out of the excited crowd.

Going against the current is much harder than going downstream.

Back in the library, she dug through the resignation letter in a drawer, and hesitated again, the old king was dead, and according to what her mother had told her in the past, little Rocka might soon be evicted...... She's not in any danger, is she?

Loria habitually reached for her waist, but the real silver sword that Brillette had given her was not with her, and she suddenly felt that the place was not safe, and desperately wanted to find a weapon to comfort herself.

She paced up at her desk, her right hand clenched into a fist under her nose, Loria often didn't know what she was thinking, and after weighing Roca's safety and desire to leave, she made a decision.

Let's take the middle way, get out of this birdcage, and stay in the city.

Packing her last packs, Loria picked up the resignation letter on her desk and left the library, ready to go to a guard and ask who to hand it to.

When she pushed open the door of the library, she saw a disgusting smile—laughter was supposed to be the universal language of kindness, but the smile on that face was false, full of sarcasm, and no one could be happy when they saw it.

"What's the matter?"

Loria tilted her head and asked with a frown, although the other party had helped her before, for some reason, she always couldn't like this woman named Isabella.

"What a lucky little girl."

With her usual unflattering smile, Isabella pulled a crumpled ball of paper out of her jacket pocket.

How much does she really like to crumple paper? Loria sneered, and although she didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, she still liked to be neat.

"Stand up straight." Glancing at Loria, Isabella had a rare serious look, "I'm going to read a special will now...... The King's Testament. (To be continued.) )