readx;? Princess Diane was also stunned for a moment after saying this, as if she didn't expect to say such a sentence, she knew that this sentence would pierce Dylan's heart like a knife, she took two steps back, sat down weakly, and then regained her senses in a short time: "Morton Donclay is dead," She heard herself say, her voice was as smooth as it was cruel, don't do that, she said to herself, this is your son, but the other voice is forcing her to be more cruel, because Dylan is your son, it said, so you have to give him the best thing in the world, the crown, the scepter, the dominion of a nation, and the short pain is so small that it is not worth mentioning compared to what he will receive:" He's been dead for years, Dylan, his soul is either pulling ships for Tyre or becoming food for the devil, but either way, he doesn't care about earthly things anymore, no matter what you do or do, he can't see or hear......"

"I've never done it for anyone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Dylan said dryly, "I'm the lord of Thundercastle, and that's my duty. He spoke in a resolute tone and looked calm, as if he had been freed from the blow from his mother - but who the eldest princess Diane was, his mother, even if he became a mage, and possibly a king in the future, he was also her son, and no one knew him better than Diane, she knew that he was only disguised himself, and that it would be a strong fortress, and even Diane would not be able to get the right to come and go at will.

"I wish Morton Donclay were alive," said Princess Diane suddenly, with a cruel smile on her lips. So that he could watch how his so-called son had killed his most respected friend and His Majesty, and, as a humble hunter, how he had stolen the trust of a female heir to the throne and escaped the punishment he deserved, (she suddenly smiled nervously) God, Dylan, think of their age, it's disgusting that our Princess Leona was a child in the arms of a nanny when Bedwin's wife entered the royal capital...... It's disgusting......" she shook her head slightly, "and the soldiers, the knights, the craftsmen, the merchants, and the slaves...... The wretched creatures who had been faithful to him must have been expelled with remorse - what were they thinking that a lord with the blood of a serf could give them real shelter and love? that their blood was said to nourish a whole wild beast of the wilderness, and an orc, from which no one could escape, and no one was spared—all that was dear to him, duty, honour, loyalty—crumbled in the rain overnight like a mud castle built by children, and nothing but filthy mud remained." She wrung her fingers, the look on her face gloomy and fanatical, "I wish he could see it, I think he might fall to his knees in the mud and cry......"

"Don't say it," Dylan pleaded, "Mom, he's my father!"

Princess Diane looked up sharply, an unusual flush appeared on her cheeks, as if she had drunk too much, and she spoke as if she were babbling, "How many times do you want me to say," she tenderly stroked Dylan's face, and her eyes: "Your father is Fouquet, and his surname is embroidered on the tapestry, with the first king of the Norman Highlands." ”

"No ......"

Dylan stepped back, his eyes growing cold, "That's not an honor, Mother, I'm ashamed of it. ”

"Ridiculous!"

"I'm leaving, Mother. Dylan said, he pushed his mother's hand away, turned and walked away, but when he pushed the door open, he saw two mages standing outside the door, and when they saw Dylan, they bowed to him slightly, and they said slightly, because their speed and angle were amazingly small, and their hands were in their sleeves, and there might be a spell ready to be struck, Dylan knew them, they were hired by Princess Diane, "Listen to your mother," said one of the mages. Your Highness, when you were not in the royal capital, she almost stayed awake all night, crying all day long, just because she couldn't believe that you were still safe and sound. ”

"A warning, I am not Your Highness. And I really didn't get hurt," said Dylan, "and I was, and I will be, get out of the way, you two, I don't want to fight with the caster on which my mother depends, your duty is to protect my mother." ”

At the same time, he obeyed her orders. One of the mages said, "I'm sorry, but I think you might be grateful to us in the future, Your Highness." He said as he looked at his companion triumphantly, but he was puzzled by the fact that his companion's hands were already lit up with a magical light—but His Highness Dylan had not yet made any act of resistance, he thought, and this might displease Princess Diane, not to mention how surprised he was when the spell struck him.

"He's your man?" said Princess Diane, behind Dylan.

"To keep you safe," Dylan said helplessly, "you can trust him, and although he is loyal to me, you are my mother." ”

"Hah!" Princess Diane smiled sarcastically, but she couldn't stop Dylan from leaving her chamber.

And at this moment, a thin figure appeared at the end of the corridor in a hurry, Dylan raised a hand, preventing the mage next to him from releasing the spell, he recognized this person, she was a royal maid, and the eyeliner of Princess Diane, but why did she come at this time? It was already late at night, and there were no celebrations, and in the increasingly cold nights, the people of the Norman royal capital preferred to stay in their bedrooms instead of running around.

As soon as she walked up to Princess Diane, who was a little uneasy at the time, she knelt down, "What's going on?" Princess Diane asked, "It's John...... Is it?"

The maid shook her head and glanced at the people around her, the mage bowed to Dylan, and floated the unfortunate companion up like a kite and pulled him away, the maid glanced at Dylan uneasily, "What are you hesitating about?" Princess Diane said anxiously, "He is my son!"

"It's Lord Fuquet," said the maid in a low voice, "Lord Fuquet," she said in a trembling voice, "he has been poisoned and is dying." ”

The color on Princess Diane's face faded cleanly, and she relied entirely on the experience she had accumulated over the years to keep herself from fainting or limping immediately, "We ......" she said reluctantly, "We ......" She looked at Dylan, her eyes full of pleading, Dylan took a step back: "What about the priest?"

The maid shook her head, "The priest can't get rid of that toxin," she cried, "and he said it was cursed." ”

"Dylan!"

"No!"

"Please," said the eldest princess Diane, "if he ...... Don't leave him alone. ”

Then make more offerings at his funeral. Dylan said that he forced himself not to waver, that Morton Donclay had always been a glorious statue in his memory, cold and hard and unapproachable, and that it was Faucet who did what a father should do, and that he was indeed full of affection for a child when Dylan was too young to understand the complicated relationship between the three of them, but since he knew who he really was- He found that he could not continue to face Fuquet at all, but even so, Fuquet still spared no effort in supporting him, especially his Chamber of Commerce, without which this little seedling did not know when it would grow into a towering giant tree.

He revered and longed for Moreton Donclay, but deep down in his soul there was just as much place for Fouquet.

"Dylan......" exclaimed Princess Diane, Dylan looked at her uncontrollably, and he immediately regretted it, because he could not refuse such a mother, and it was the first time he had seen her allow tears to ruin the makeup on her face, and a strand of hair loosened and hung in front of her flabby eyes, revealing the silver deep in the strands of hair, she was old, when Dylan hadn't noticed.

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King John went into hiding.

The glass of wine was the birthing of a jealous husband, like Moreton Donclay, who was furious at his wife's infatuation with Fouquet, and with the King's connivance, he sought out the brokers of the Seventy-Seven Islands, and obtained deadly and tasteless poison from the terrible undead—so that if Princess Diane or Dylan were to pursue the murderer, he could hand him over to them without confronting their wrath. But he knew very well that it was he who really wanted to kill Fouquet, and after the death of his son, his heir, the nobles who were dissatisfied with him proposed to make Princess Diane the first heir to the throne, of course, he knew that their ultimate goal was not this, it was very likely that the crown of Highland Norman would only stay in Diane's bun for a moment, and then it would go directly to the head of a male heir, that is, Dylan Donclay. At that time, Dylan will inherit not only his throne, but also his surname, his glory, and his treasury, not his son, and his bloodline will come to an end, and all his toil will be in vain.

Fouquet had been his dearest friend, his most reliable ally, but King John didn't think that a close friend of a king could outperform his father, even if Dylan was still a little stubborn and naïve, but what was wrong with that? Fouquet might be happy to see this stupid little guy busy with Thundercastle and Orcs, and thus become a king without a crown.

The thought in his heart was like a grape sealed in a jar, and it rimulated, and finally the wine of sin was brewed today, and he drank it heartily, and when Fouquet fell, he was rejoicing, and panicking, and some sorrow, and then he fled here, surrounded by knights and mages who were loyal to him.

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The eldest princess Diane hurried to the front, tears leaving marks on her cheeks, and she didn't even have time to wipe them, and the robe was extremely unsightly and undignified by her, and she grasped it tightly in her hands.

The corridor was familiar to Dylan, and by the way, it seemed that it was here that he first saw Fouquet, when he was too young to hide in his mother's robe. After hiding under the table, he and his companions were separated, and he did not know what was going on, and he came all the way here, feeling very tired, thirsty and hungry, and when he saw the light, he ran without hesitation—it was a room with a large glass window, through which the sunlight cast into the room, creating a gray shadow on the furniture and the person, who turned his head when he heard the movement, and smiled when he saw that it was a child.

Dylan remembers the smile vividly, a smile that even his young self found so flamboyant, and the eyes of an adult male sparkled in the sun, like his mother's favorite pair of emerald earrings.

He was picked up, and Dylan wasn't sure if Faucet had found out that the child was his illegitimate child with Princess Diane, but he was...... He soothed himself very gently and patiently, gave him water to drink, gave him delicate snacks, and wiped his hands.

What woke Dylan from the memories was the crying of Princess Diane, who was crying like a wayward child, and Fouquet was placed on a low couch, and Dylan saw the priest, as well as the mages and warlocks, but they all seemed helpless against the poison, and Dylan saw Diane give a scroll to the priest, but was stopped by Fouquet before the priest could open it.

"I don't need it anymore," Fouquet whispered, "but you, you need ...... so much," he gasped, "After I go to the mourning wasteland," he said, "you and Dylan will be more dangerous." ”

"Don't leave me, Fouquet, don't leave me......"

"John is the king of the Norman of the Highlands," said Fouquet, "and he has this power...... Diane, while he was still wearing the crown, he could have executed everyone, even me, you, or Dylan. ”

"Soon it won't. Diane leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Soon it won't, I swear." ”

"I would have liked to see you then," said Fouquet, "and your brilliance would tarnish the crown." ”

"I'm old," said Diane, "but there will be a pair of green eyes under the crown, just like you." ”

Fouquet laughed, then coughed violently, and black blood gushed out of his body, soaking the milky white robe on his body, and he made a gesture, and Princess Diane stood up and gave up her place to Dylan, who stood there, and Fouquet waited patiently, like the same man twenty years ago, and just like that time, Dylan came up to him and knelt before his knees.

"I've given you almost everything I have. Fouquet said, "Now, take this, it's the last thing your father can give you." ”

He opened his fingers, and a rune pendant hanging from a thin Mithril chain fell into Dylan's hand.

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Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock to see the benefits - "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" fanfic (4), Xiao Ke's New York adventure in the United States! (To be continued.) )