"Bastard bastard bastard!"

Prince Leotis descended the stairs with hurried steps, anxious at the moment, partly for the arrival of the Wendland army in the city, and partly because his plans had been disrupted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally, the plan he discussed with Geralhaide was that they would be able to absorb the Third Legion that had defected, so as to expand their strength, and they could easily suppress each other when facing the defenders of the royal capital. Livias is a legendary, but in the face of the situation, he is smart and will inevitably choose the right side.

He clearly remembered that he had instructed Geralheide to place a number of garrisons south of Keynzburg, not really trying to prevent Wendland's offensive, but that he would know about it when there was a disturbance, so he could quickly retreat.

But I didn't expect those garrisons to be so vulnerable, and there wasn't even a deserter who reported the news, Prince Leotis naturally trusted Geralhaide, he knew that this guy understood the truth of cold lips and teeth, if he lost Leotis as a backer, Geralheide would not be able to stand out in the country at all.

It was impossible for him to take the Third Legion with him at the moment, and the soldiers who had just lost their commander and were still in a state of confusion had not yet been appeased, and they would not follow Leotis's orders until there was a real handover of power.

Prince Leotis couldn't even alarm the northerners of the Third Legion, otherwise the soldiers who had failed to ask his commander would probably riot, and at that point, his status as a prince would be of little use.

Arriving at the stables, Prince Leotis ordered his servants to bring out his favorite warhorse, a black steed named "Swift Shadow", who had been well trained since the foal, and followed Prince Leotis from the royal capital to the damp land, where he stroked the horse's mane and sighed softly.

Having already let the other squires leave, Prince Leotis made sure that there were only him and Hicrates nearby, and he didn't want to alarm the others, and going out of the city at this time, no matter how much he thought about it, even the most stupid soldier could think of something bad.

Now he can only join the army arranged in the north, and go north with a legion of more than a thousand people, it is difficult to hope that he will be forced to the palace of the king, if he can merge with the other armies of Aster, and then repeat the old tricks, maybe there is still a little hope.

Prince Leotis is actually quite grateful for this war, if Wendland had not started the war, it is likely that he will be buried in the long river of history in this remote wilderness, just like the lords before him.

"Let's go, Hicrates."

With a soft call, Prince Leotis turned to look at his close guard, but the man did not move, and only those eyes were fixed on his expressionless face.

"What's the matter, where's your horse?"

Prince Leotis was a little anxious, he looked left and right, but he did not see the shadow of the second horse, he did not understand what Hicrates was planning, so he walked towards the silent man.

"We don't have time, hurry up and ......"

Stretching out his hand to make this motionless man act quickly, Prince Leotis only felt a chill hit his spine, because at this moment, from Hicrates's body, he felt nothing else, but a real killing intent!

"Hicrates?"

Just as he made a questioning voice, Prince Leotis was about to withdraw his hand, but he only felt a chill in his hand, and a palm with leather gloves flew into the sky.

"What ......"

Hot blood splattered on his face, staining Prince Leotis's delicate and ornate robes, and it took a few seconds for pain to be transmitted from the nerve endings to his brain, and Prince Leotis stared at the neat section of his wrist in a daze, and then at the snow-stained palm on the ground, and was about to scream.

Faster was Hicrates' sword, and with a sharp stabbing of it, Prince Leotis' open mouth spat out a bloody lump of flesh, which was his tongue.

"Your Royal Highness, please be quiet."

Hicrates said in a deep voice, and in the face of Prince Leotis, who could not call anyone else but could only roar in his throat, he threw a punch that struck Prince Leotis in the abdomen, causing the pampered Prince to fall to his knees, retching, blood mixed with gastric juices, and soiling the snow outside the stables.

"You ......"

Vaguely speaking, Prince Leotis never expected that Hicrates would betray him, in his eyes, this taciturn swordsman had no desires, and did not look like someone who would betray himself for profit or the like.

It was Evemary's mean woman who instructed him? Or the old fox of Sertis, or the seemingly ignorant Elise? It can't be the imposter Elie Fils, right?

While he was still thinking about who had caused Hicrates to betray him, Prince Leotis saw the man in front of him pull out a short but delicate dagger from his bosom.

"Your Highness Leotis, it may hurt a little later."

Calmly speaking, Hicrates drew his dagger, it was a dagger made of obsidian, the pure black blade reflected the twilight, and a little fire could be faintly seen shining in it, which was the color of dusk.

Before he could see the intricate pattern on the dagger, Prince Leotis felt a heat in his abdomen, and the obsidian dagger plunged straight into his flank, making a horizontal cut, and blood gushing out like a waterfall, making him feel dizzy.

The pain had paralyzed Prince Leotis's nerves, and he looked at Hicrates at the moment, and even had the illusion that he was dreaming.

Unhurried, Hicrates took out a small silver cup from his pocket, filled it with half a cup of thick blood, and kicked Prince Leotis to his feet.

Holding the glass high, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the glass seemed to be transparent, and the blood flowing inside could be seen, Hicrates took out another badge from his clothes and soaked it in the thick blood, however, as if to his surprise, nothing special happened, Hicrates seemed a little disappointed, he backhanded the blood in the glass, and then carefully wiped it with a handkerchief, as if muttering to himself.

"This one isn't right either, as for the upstairs one...... Forget about counterfeits...... Looks like I need to make a trip to the royal capital, Camillo......"

The last thing Prince Leotis saw was the badge that Hicrates had carefully polished, and the pattern engraved on it he had never seen before.

It was an incomparably complex magic array surrounded by Ouroboros. (To be continued.) )