A thunderclap exploded in the sky, silver snakes danced wildly in the sky, and the rain fell like iron sand in a six-pack shotgun.

It was as if the gods were wrath.

"I remember that it has not rained so heavily in the imperial capital for a long time. Gwenny spoke up in a rare move.

"Have you ever been to the Imperial Capital?" said Davix, disdainfully.

Gottwiny was silent for a while, and Davix thought that his habitual taunt would not be answered by this stone, so he shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave, when he suddenly heard the hoarse voice behind him and was a little sad: "We are all orphans on the edge of the defense zone, who is not abandoned by those high-ranking dog mongrels in the imperial capital? ”

This time it was Davix's turn to be silent. Originally, he wanted to say that in fact, it was not only the children of those nobles who were abandoned in Apocalypse City, such as himself. Wangchengju is not easy.

Davix turned back into the house, tending to the large-caliber revolver and pair of daggers he had just gotten. He used his remaining two source power nodes to develop a first-order armed weapon manipulation foundation. He didn't continue to develop the abilities of the elemental system, and the elemental bonus equipment was far more difficult than these weapons, but the effect was also unstable, so he chose these two weapons. In his opinion, being able to survive in another mission is far more important than higher-level abilities.

Gwenny continued to watch as the rain gradually flooded the yard. The oil floated on the water, the mud sank to the bottom, and the lightning reflected was filthy. Like the shady transactions that take place in the corners of the city, the lower town deals blood and flesh, and the upper town deals power and honor.

He wanted to get what belonged to him back. He's weak in the city, and the drugged waste in the upper city can easily kill him, but sometimes strength isn't all there is. When he was a young boy, he once happened to see Austin scarred and dragged back an unrecognizable tiger from the wilderness, and this idea was deeply ingrained in him.

Gottwerny wanted Austin's help, but didn't know how to speak. I don't know if Austin knows that he has been an idol to his peers in town since he first entered the wilderness as a child, but he never cared about it himself.

Unbeknownst to Gwenny, there was a man standing in the shadows in the corner, only twenty paces away, without any breath, as if a stone statue had been abandoned in the rain.

Austin watched as the rain splashed down on Gwenny's body, wetting his sometimes clenched fist. He didn't know what Gwenny was thinking, and although they had grown up together, they had never communicated except for the occasional hunting cooperation.

The rain ran down the hood, wetting a few strands of hair on Austin's forehead. It wasn't until his vision blurred that Gwenny returned to the house. Austin's hand reached out from the heavy raincoat, and he was holding a paper cigarette that had not yet been extinguished. Paper cigarettes are not a luxury near Wangcheng, but they are not available to ordinary people, and even old Wolf is only holding a large cigarette stick.

This paper cigarette has been Austin's treasure for many years, but since meeting Von Lantlin, his heart has become more and more uneasy, and even makes him a little sick to his stomach.

The rain is getting heavier, and Austin carefully controls the fire so as not to be doused by the rain. I took a deep breath, and the damp smoke completely lost the strong fragrance I imagined, but the choking smell suppressed the uneasiness in my heart.

In the deepest part of the palace, there is a courtyard. In the concept of the Boton dynasty, buildings were distinguished by their height, and courtyards such as these should not have been in the palace at all. Even the most eerie cold palace would be twice as tall as the main building here, but looking at the maids and tight guards who came and went here, and the pride on the faces of everyone who came and went, there was a feeling that could not be matched by the king's bedchamber.

The main building has only two floors, and the first floor has minions coming in and out, seemingly preparing for the traveling bigwigs.

The second floor is a noble woman's boudoir, the layout specifications are not high, and there is not much gold, silver and jewelry, but the simple Qiao Hua fragrant wood furniture makes the room full of nobility and elegance in the eyes of people who know the goods.

"The princess is going to get married tomorrow, can the trip be postponed with such heavy rain?" a maid muttered worriedly by the window.

"What do you say?" There was a figure half-lying on the bed, and the heavy gauze curtains blocked the view of outsiders, but its delicate figure made people feel pity.

The maid said with some hatred: "Why does the king want the princess to marry a barbarian? Do you have to sacrifice the happiness of the princess for the future of the dynasty? I heard that barbarians are monsters who eat raw meat......

"Don't talk nonsense!" the figure in the gauze curtain said angrily, "I'm doing this for the people of the dynasty! Besides, if you let Your Majesty hear what you say, your tongue will be cut off." ”

The maid was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "Hehe, how could the princess tell the king these words? Who doesn't know that the princess is the best person in the dynasty." ”“

Derea, the daughter of King Bolton's most virtuous name, fell silent.

After a while, the maid could not bear the silence and complained: "Who believes this nonsense for the sake of the people? If our Majesty is really for the people, then why should we secretly send you out of the city, you must hide it from His Majesty the Pope?

This time, Derea did not reprimand the maid for her rudeness, but sighed faintly and said, "How can you understand ......?"

How do you understand-

How do you understand the bitterness of being born into a royal family?

How do you understand that the big man can't help himself?

How do you understand how ambitious His Majesty is?

After all, you're just a maid who grew up with me. You'll guess something, but you also have your own trajectory in life. It's just that you've been suffering for you, you've been with me in this deep palace for so many years, and now you're going to marry me far away.

The maid looked out the window and wondered if she had heard this sigh, and after a long time, she whispered, "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine." ”

In the same deep palace, there is a building, although it is only one floor, but it is also nearly sixty meters high, sixteen stout bronze pillars support the whole building, the four walls and the top are naked beautiful angels, full of temptation in holiness

The King's Bedchamber.

Tonight's dormitory does not have a concubine like a flower, nor a wine pond and meat forest, but stands the king's right-hand man - Wen Zhi Xile, Wu Zhi Maidel.

In his fifties, Medel already has gray temples, but his face is more resolute than when he was younger, and his eyes are sharper.

The 15,000-strong Royal Guard, the only armed force not controlled by the Church, was in the hands of Medel.

"Your Majesty, because you asked for top secret, so I only selected two hundred guards this time, most of them are not supernatural beings, and they are not monitored by the people of the church, but they are all veterans of a hundred battles, even if they meet the supernatural people of the church, I believe that they can protect the princess from retreating. On the other hand, the backhand is also arranged to ensure that nothing goes wrong. ”

King Bolton nodded and said, "I have always been at ease with your work. Cil, how's your side?"

"Your Majesty, as soon as you leave the Apocalypse Defense Zone, the barbarian's eighth-order master "Mammoth Fang" Olgo will respond, all the way to the Ventling Mountains on the border, then it will be safe. "Hila is as humble and rigorous as ever.

"Then it will be as short as three years or as long as five years, and I will realize the dream of three generations of my family's plan. It's time for this mural to be replaced. King Bolton looked at the angels surrounding him on the walls, and his eyes flashed with deep disgust.

As King Bolton straightened his back, both Cele and Medel bowed slightly in submission. The crossed muskets and swords on the badges on the chests of the three of them shone brightly.

Legend has it that Amos the Great used the iron sand and bullets spewed from the muzzle of his gun and the blood-stained sword to make a great career for the human race on the continent, and now his descendants are ready to use conspiracy and power to regain the glory of the family plundered by the gods.