Jean-Garrod-Yard XXII.

The fifty-nine-year-old ruler of the kingdom of Yad, his life was actually very controversial.

Until a few years ago, the fame of Yade XXII had been admired by the world and he had good relations with many countries. This virtuous king seems to have moved the gods as well, and the territory under his rule has been in good weather and has not been plagued for decades. The people under him had to sigh that Yad XXII was a king who was rare to see in a hundred years and was praised by heaven and earth.

He was a gentle, wise king.

The promulgation of the Code of Yard brought his prestige among the people to the highest level, and the justice of the law brought great help to the order and stability of the entire kingdom.

However, two things made the beloved king indifferent and cruel.

First, the king, who has entered his twilight years, has always had a regret, that is, he has no sons, he is virtuous, but he is also very traditional, he wants his kingdom to be inherited by his sons, and not to any of his twelve daughters, or some colt who marries his daughter, and he does not want to hand over the kingdom he has spent his life to develop in the hands of others.

So, after seeking the help of the gods to no avail, he turned his gaze to the witch who was feared, spurned, and alienated by the people.

Everything was successful, and with the help of witches, the kingdom of Yad finally had its own prince, the future heir.

But......

But it's a donkey.

In the midst of the shocked gazes and malicious ridicule of others, the king, who had always been gentle and peaceful, was finally enraged, and he asked the witch what was the matter? He couldn't accept the fact that the heir to the kingdom was a donkey or something.

However, at this time, the witch revealed another truth, which made the king, who was in anger, seem to experience the betrayal from the whole world in an instant, which is quite desperate, and in his eyes, the whole world has become strange.

Even though he is fifty years old, he is still graceful, beautiful, noble and virtuous queen, and he is actually a Bichi who has sex with countless men behind his back!!

The twelve princesses who were fed a handful of and urine by themselves were like flowers and jade, and they were good at singing and dancing, and they were all wild seeds born to the queen and other men!?

Certain...... Something must have gone wrong, right?

With this question in mind, the king summoned all the court masters and personally supervised their appraisal process.

The king was silent the whole time, and he kept a flat expression as he listened to the mealists' reports.

When the results came out, Jad XXII directly ordered the arrest of the twelve princesses, imprisoned them in the minaret, and escorted the queen to the execution ground of the royal city, where she cut off the queen's head with his own hands in front of all the people to prove it to everyone.

This heart is dead.

There is no more gentle and virtuous king in the kingdom of Jade, only a ruthless tyrant, and if you break any of the laws of Jade, then you will try unimaginable punishments, and perhaps, death will be your relief.

The people all shifted their anger to the witch, and they all thought that it must have been this evil witch who bewitched the king to make such a big change, and she was the one who did everything, and she was the culprit!!

In this regard, the witch just spread her hands and said, I am doing a good deed, uncovering the dirt and dirt hidden under the glamorous appearance, black history or something, breaking news or something, don't you like this tune the most? This is the root of all human beings.

Okay, that's it for the shit-like background text, let's get to the main text.

I'm afraid no one would have imagined that at this time, the king would actually take the initiative to visit the person he should hate the most, right?

“…… It's here. ”

The old king looked at the hut in front of him, his old face was sad and joyless, as the saying goes, the eyes are the windows of the soul, but in the pupils of the old king, nothing can be felt except coldness and nothingness.

This hut was Gargamel's dwelling, and at Gargamel's request, the king ordered his men to build it in the middle of the palace.

The groves around it, not only are there no leaves, but the trunks are rotten and black, and take on a strange and distorted posture; The ground dried up and cracked, and a large flock of crows let out a piercing cry and stared straight at the visitor with blood-red eyes.

Seriously, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for the king to believe that there would be such a gloomy and terrifying room in his palace, and the aesthetics of witches would be so strange?

He had called for someone to beautify the place, but no doubt the witch had driven them away.

"Kaha!!"

Pressing his hand on the doorknob, the king had not yet entered the house when a hoarse and unpleasant nervous laugh suddenly sounded from the house, startling a large flock of crows perched on the branches.

After a moment of silence, the king pushed open the slightly dilapidated door of the hut.

The household garbage and dust that can be found everywhere on the ground, as well as the cobwebs in the corners of the walls, show outsiders how sloppy the owner of this room is.

There wasn't much room to move around in the house, perhaps because of Gargamel's pure interest in potions, and there were no extra furnishings in the house; There was only one table on one side, and a mountain of bottles and cans on the other.

There were a few books on the table, and the recipes were written on them, and the scribbled handwriting was like a bear child's graffiti, I don't know if it was some special text, anyway, the king couldn't read it.

And the king knows very well that the contents of the bottles and cans are all materials that the witch asks for for him, and there are many poisonous things among them, so it is best not to get close, maybe the juice from the mouth of the bottle that you accidentally touch can instantly make you violently attack your heart and die.

There was a cauldron in the middle of the house, and it was rumored that its owner slept in it every night, but the king did not confirm it, but seeing the witch's oil-stained clothes, he did not need to confirm the truth of the rumors.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

Unaware of the guests who had suddenly entered the house, Gargamel grinned and added ingredients to the pot as he pounded the pot with a huge spoon.

"First Green's heart ......"

Thrown into the heart of a black bear.

"Then came Green's ...... of courage"

Another leopard gall was thrown in.

"And then Green's Head ......"

A large basin of living viper heads, Gargamel's curse on the cruel and vicious and sinister mind of the bear child.

"And Green's little bug......"

And just like that, Gargamel grinned wickedly as she added ingredients to the pot, and as she stirred, the soup in the pot gradually turned into a disgusting, thick color, and the strong pungent smell of medicine gradually diffused, and not only that, but the soup in the pot bubbled up and burst like magma.

The ugly old woman, with her hideous smile and evil whispers, is simply ...... It's like the scene of a horror ceremony.

Just by looking at the chemistry in the soup pot, you can tell what a terrible thing she is boiling.

"Quack Quack Quack !!"

When the ingredients were finished, the old woman danced with joy, jumping around the soup pot and shouting in a hoarse voice, "It's done!" New recipe: Heaven and the world are the only ones in the east and the west, and the south can't find the five poisons in the north, the family portrait, the preserved egg and cucumber, and the green soup is complete!! ”

After roaring, Gargamel's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he hurriedly scooped up a spoonful with a soup spoon and took a bite for himself, not afraid of burning his mouth.

However, with the character of this neurotic old woman, I'm afraid she often does this, right?

"Clam clam clam ――――――――!!"

After drinking, Gargamel fell directly to the ground and laughed wildly, tears and snot mixed with the spurting soup and spilled all over the ground, and the scruffy old woman rolled around on the ground with joy, knocking and beating with the spoon in her hand.

This is her normal behavior when she drinks the best taste she has cooked.

Then he lay on the ground and made eye contact with the blank face of the king standing in the doorway.

Gargamel: "......"

King: "......"

PS: In the next chapter, let's switch the perspective of the protagonist.

After reading it, take a closer look at the title of this chapter, and I think you should realize something.

There is also a recommendation ticket ~~~