The man in black was overjoyed when he saw Freir III wake up, and he was just about to step forward but stopped and stood respectfully behind Lin Han, his eyes full of calm, but his violently beating heart betrayed his state at this time.

Freire III looked at the ministers around him in astonishment, and asked weakly, "Am I not dead?" ”

"Your Majesty, you didn't die, it was the Holy Light Crown who rescued you!"

A minister looked at the resurrected Freer III with excitement on his face and said happily. The minister next to him immediately reacted, glared at the minister, and regretted that he actually let this guy get the first opportunity. And the minister was glared at by the ministers but didn't care, but he was extremely happy in his heart: I actually got such a good opportunity, Your Majesty will definitely be impressed by me!

Freire III nodded at the minister, and he was so happy that he couldn't touch it. Then Freer III said to Lin Han:

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the god of light, if you need Freyer's help in the future, you will never give up!"

"It's fine!"

Lin Han shook his hand and said, "I was entrusted by the old man to help you, and I should save you!" ”

"No matter what, you saved my life, if you need anything in the future, just come to me!"

Freir III insisted and said, in fact, he also had other plans, he wanted to have a relationship with Lin Han, so that those forces with bad intentions could have scruples, as long as Lin Han came to him for help, then he would be marked with the mark of the Roman royal family, whether he agreed or not, others would think so.

After Freer III finished speaking, he looked at the man in black and said gently, "Dark slave, come here!" ”

The man in black walked up to Freir III very respectfully, bowing his head slightly.

"Dark slave, it's been more than thirty years since I picked you up, and time flies!" Freire III looked at the man in black with warmth and said softly.

"Your Majesty, it's been thirty years, six months and sixteen days."

"Hehe, dark slave, you still remember clearly, I'm old, and my memory has deteriorated a lot recently!"

Freir III said with emotion, and then suddenly said with a straight face: "Dark slave, are you willing to recognize me as your father-in-law?" ”

"Ahh

The dark slave cried out in surprise, his eyes full of surprise.

"Ah, what, good boy! Isn't that what you're hoping for? I've been suffering you for so many years, kid! ”

Frerell looked at him with a smile, and the ministers next to him also looked surprised. But feeling the loyalty of the dark slave to Freer III, they were still very happy for the dark slave to become His Majesty's righteous son, and they persuaded him one after another, and even Lin Han nodded at him.

The dark slave hesitated for a moment, then fell to his knees, kowtowed vigorously, and said, "Father-in-law! ”

After saying that, he kowtowed again and again, and the wound on his forehead became bigger and bigger, and it was red.

When Freil III saw that the Dark Slave agreed, he couldn't help but say yes again and again, and reached out to support his arm to help him up.

"Okay, good boy, it's okay, don't kowtow."

The Dark Slave then stood up and held Frell III's body. Freire III smiled and patted his hands, then said to the ministers:

"Although I was near-dead just now, I still know something about the things around me, and I know what you are doing, and I want to thank you here!"

Saying that, under the support of the dark slave, the courtiers bowed deeply, and when the ministers saw the king bowing to them, they hurriedly dodged to the side and bowed back. Freire III didn't insist on this, after all, it was just a thought. Then he bowed deeply to the soldiers who were fighting.

When Freir III first woke up, the approaching soldiers already knew about it, and many of the best soldiers gathered around him to prevent the rebels from attacking again. Now when the soldiers saw that His Majesty, whom they respected the most, actually bowed to them, they were so excited that they burst into tears, and their bodies were full of strength and morale, and for a time they forced the madmen of the trapped army to fall off the palace wall.

Freir III slowly walked to the city wall with the support of the dark slave, and the guards wanted to stop but he refused, "I am already a person who has died once, and I am still afraid of them?" ”

As he spoke, he walked to the front and looked down at the soldiers below.

Freire III was spotted by everyone as soon as he appeared on the palace wall, and the Grand Prince was looking at the soldiers who were constantly attacking the palace with great vigour, as if he saw the opening of the palace door, which represented the throne of the supreme throne. But Frere III, who reappeared on the palace wall, brutally shattered his dream. The eldest prince was furious and roared loudly at Valado:

"Bastard, what's going on? Didn't you say she was dead? Why is he still standing there so well? Why? ”

Valado was sprayed with saliva all over his face but didn't dare to wipe it, so he had to bow his head and apologize continuously, and Mekas on the side couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw this scene.

"Alright, Geralt, don't blame him, it's not his fault."

A neutral voice came from behind, and I saw a middle-aged man with a big sword walking slowly, and with his arrival, a strong smell of blood permeated the surroundings, making people's scalps tingle.

"Lord Smith!"

Everyone saluted respectfully to the middle-aged man, who was none other than Smith, the famous bloody sword god of the Roman Kingdom. The prestige of Smith's sword god can be described as famous on the continent, and in the years of his fame, enemies fled whenever they heard his name. It's just that many parents now say when educating their children: If you don't obey, you will be given to Lord Smith Sword God!

"Hmm!" Smith nodded to everyone, and then said to the eldest prince: "I don't blame this little guy for this, it was the god of light who did it!" ”

"The God of Light?" The Great Prince exclaimed, you must know that the God of Holy Light is one of the top masters in the continent, and even the king of a country has to salute respectfully when he sees them. His level is not high enough, and he doesn't know the masters who are hiding behind the scenes.

Smith looked at the startled prince, and couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, if it weren't for that reason, he would definitely not help him in the slightest.

Mekas was also shocked when he heard the teacher say that Lin Han made a move, but his city was much higher than that of the eldest prince, so he hid the surprise in his heart very well, and said:

"Teacher, what can you do to deal with that god of light?"

Smith stroked the hilt of his sword, like stroking his beloved wife's **, and the obsession made the people around him furious.

"Recently, the deity has just broken through, and he has cultivated a secret technique, and his confidence is not inferior to those masters of the so-called god title."

As he spoke, Smith looked up at Freer III on the palace wall, and a bloody breath rose to the sky. Under the influence of this bloody aura, the soldiers on the battlefield gradually became crazy, and their eyes were covered with a layer of blood-red mist.

Lin Han looked in the direction of the rebel camp with a solemn face, and he also felt the monstrous bloody aura. Because of the holy light in his body, he could even feel the wails in the bloody aura, and he didn't know how many people that person had killed to get such a thick bloody aura.