The celebration of the enthronement was only the second day, and the ministers who had been dazed by wild boar, fried fish, lark meat pies, and honey wine were once again gathered, and their new king sat on his throne, his face full of impatience and eagerness, yawning lazily, and hiding his fingers from his face, and surveying every familiar face below—the Queen Mother sat in a chair beside him, dressed in a black robe, and the veil hanging from her bun— Although she was still mourning for her husband, she wore heavy and ornate jewels on her neck, wrists, and fingers, many of which were in the shape of cheetahs and poisonous snakes, and even with a veil covering her face, it was clear that she had used bright red rouge, which had never been done before.

Of course the "king" noticed this, but he did not doubt it, for he had interpreted it as a woman's jealousy—he laughed in his heart, and did his wife think that she could please him with her flabby, gray flesh?

"Begin," said the king, "let my brother in." When the queen asked him to try to ease the eldest son's vigilance and let him go into the trap unsuspectingly, the "king" thought of it without much difficulty, and what could make a man hesitate more than knighthood and glory?, especially when he heard that Laurie's wife was pregnant (sadly they were temporarily detained in the temple of Rosada, and now the priests of Rosada seemed to be full of ill feelings towards the whole royal family). Otherwise, they might be able to do it a little easier), even if Laurie didn't care if he could get his title back and become the descendant of Tara's ruler again, he would have to think about his children at least, and any responsible, loving father would want his children to grow up in a comfortable environment, unless he would think that a thief's son is better than a duke's son.

He knew that his eldest son had some friends, and if Laurie had many years or months in his life, he might have detained him or killed him in order to avoid trouble, but since the queen had already told him that as a sacrifice to make him perfect, Laurie could not see the morning light of the fourth day, then he was also willing to mercifully let his unruly eldest son feel the beauty of power, in the last, short dying moment. He almost began to look forward to the day when Laurie found himself falling into the abyss again, with remorse, hatred, or despair, especially when he found out that the perpetrator was not his titular mother, but his real father?

Laurie was ushered into the hall by two knights, Laurie was bare-handed, with nothing but a magnificent robe, clothes and boots inside—his own clothes, scrolls, wands, and everything else that might pose a threat to the King and Queen Mother had been left in the outer room, with two mages overseeing him—and when they saw the stark Ciric emblem on Laurie's body, Laurie swore they even trembled and disgusted for a moment. It's just that they should also think that a warlock with demonic blood is originally a powerful weapon. No, they should have thought of it, because it was obvious that everyone standing or sitting in the hall was wearing runes, and the previous mages were guarding the king and the queen mother, and the king and queen mother had more protective spells and magic equipment on them, ensuring that even if he went berserk, he would not be able to hurt these two noble people in the first place.

Is what the black-haired broodling said true?Or is it another way to exploit it?Laurie's eyes stared at the young man sitting on the throne without blinking, he was very familiar with his father, I don't know why, his father didn't treat Laurie like a tool or a monster, he gave Laurie his name, put a crown and ring on his eldest son, put on a velvet cloak, and paid attention to his daily growth, so to speak— He also taught Laurie to ride a horse, to use weapons, to read and write, all without pretending to be a handful, and he did raise Laurie as an heir, everyone thought so...... Laurie too, but when the distance between them was close enough to see each other's expressions, Laurie couldn't help but tremble, for he saw first consternation, then regret, and finally luck in his brother's eyes. If the consternation can be explained by the fact that his now overweight body ruined a teenager's imagination of his brother, what is regret? What is luck? Regret that this beautiful body has been filled with fat into a ball, is it a fluke because he finally had to choose his second son instead of the first?

"Won't you salute me?" asked the young man on the throne, and the ministers beside him glared angrily at him, the illegitimate son who had nearly ruined his brother's enthronement and was now disrespectful to their king, and even some of the courtiers who thought that Laurie should be respected as the king's brother if not the heir to the throne.

Laurie didn't speak, he looked deeply at his brother, and then slowly raised his hand, the queen's brother, and the mages were immediately on guard, but Laurie didn't throw any spells, he just made a strange gesture, and everyone, except for the new king, was puzzled, only the pale young man on the throne suddenly showed a furious look, his cheeks appeared sickly red, and his eyes widened— Although it was only a brief moment, almost in the blink of an eye, he regained his original expression, but the suspicion had been confirmed.

"I cannot salute you," said Laurie, "for I do not know what to call you, Your Majesty, tell me whether I should congratulate you as a brother on your becoming king, or as a son on my father's new life and the reign of Tara once again?"

Laurie's words fell on people's ears like thunder, and the ministers looked at each other, and they didn't even understand Laurie's words a little, only the queen's brother stepped out: "You're going crazy again, Your Highness." His words made many people look relieved, how Laurie was expelled from Tara in the first place, wasn't it because of his insane attack that he wanted to assassinate his mother?

But then, when Laurie had no intention of arguing or presenting evidence, he suddenly lowered his hand, and a dazzling light burst out from the back of his neck— He searched very carefully, but no matter how meticulously he examined, it was difficult to find a little spider the size of a pea, inconspicuous in appearance and color, and rapidly crawling and moving between the strands of hair, as soon as it jumped out of Laurie's curls, it immediately swelled to the width of a grown man's shoulder, and the flames and light quickly formed a dangerous barrier and shield, and at the same time, the little spider leaped sharply, from Laurie's body to the body of the queen's brother, and he let out a cry of horror and rage, and raised his arms, but his arms immediately burned。

Laurie rushed straight at the new king, the knights swung their swords, but his skin was as hard as stone or steel, he covered his eyes with his hands to avoid being hurt by the soldiers' bows and crossbows, and pounced with flames on the high platform where the two thrones were placed, on which the queen mother had already stood up, protecting the new king behind her, and the two mages also raised their hands, and the vortex of magic formed in their hands.

"Don't be afraid," said the Queen Mother, "he will not touch you, my dear." ”

But to everyone's surprise, one of the mages suddenly threw his spell out, and when his companion frowned in disapproval, thinking that he had not accurately timed it, he was shocked to find that the target of the spell attack was actually himself— His rune flickered and shattered in less than two breaths, and just as he had to give up the spell he was about to cast lest it make a fatal mistake, his companion's second spell came silently, and his protective spell was consumed after a soft chirp, and he stepped back in dismay, reciting a spell that would allow him to cast a spell that would reduce his time to cast a spell, before colliding with the third spell that came from him in the air— He wanted to question the other party, but the other party did not give him time at all, because he was too caught off guard, he fell to the ground regretfully after throwing six spells in a row, and a rose petal fell on the tip of his nose, and the poor loser struggled to ask something, but he could not resist the power of the magic, and fell into a deep sleep.

The mage who had overcome his companion looked nervously at the throne, and while they were fighting, Laurie had already completed his task, and he grabbed his prey like a falcon with a red wind, and although the queen mother wanted to stop it, Laurie did not hesitate for even a moment because of her intimidation or pleading, he lifted the young new king to his chest, and let him and himself face the minister, and at this time, a violent commotion also broke out from the queen's brother, the queen's brother stood there, looking uneasy, the little spider did no worse than Laurie, when the man who was caught by it found that he would only be burned to death by it with only human strengthFearful of death, he was transformed from a respectable Earl to a Dark Sun Priest who had been guarded and despised by the Tara for hundreds of years.

His upper body was almost naked, and on his chest hung the emblem of Ciric, a jewel unlike a tattoo, which would only be worn by a high-ranking priest of Shirek, and a blank space was evident around him, and the ministers were in dismay, their hands resting on the hilt of their swords (some of which had also been drawn), not knowing who they should swing their swords against.

"Do you remember that gesture?" asked Laurie.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" replied the young king, and then he cried out, "King Qin, my loyal ministers, what are you waiting for!?"

"Maybe I'm waiting for a fact. Laurie replied, and then no one knew how he did it, and the new king's hand suddenly broke neatly between his forearm, and as soon as it fell to the ground, it was trampled by Laurie, and as the people's swords were about to approach, he cried out, "Look at this hand," and he pointed with his eyes to a few ministers who, though stubborn, had their own rules, and would not easily be swayed by power and gold, "Look at this hand," he repeated, "Is this the hand of the living?"

The queen's brother immediately threw a beam of flames, and looked like it was rushing towards Laurie, but in fact it was biased towards the hand that had been dropped, but one of the ministers still got the hand when he was burned in the cheek by the flames, and then it was noticed that the hand was not bleeding at all, or rather, the black blood on the cut surface that only had the kind of black blood that could only be found in a corpse that had been frozen for a long time, the clotted blood, after it was cut off, appeared in a few breaths and appeared blue-black patches, although the ministers here were pampered, they did not know that this kind of patches would only appear on the deceased, and they immediately looked at the young king, found that he did not show any excessive pain because of the severed hand, his eyes flashed with panic, and even the voice of the call became much weaker.

"That's because he's sick!" called the Queen Mother, "it's the potion that works." ”

"I made that gesture," said Laurie, as before, without the slightest distraction from the others, bowing his head and speaking in the new king's ear, which he had addressed to the new king, his brothers, and his father, but the ministers could also hear, "the gesture was a secret, for it was so obscene that no one with the slightest status would know about it, let alone use it, and with a strong sense of blasphemy and curse— You've only inadvertently leaked it once in front of me, and when I tried it, you stopped it sternly, so I don't think you're going to make that gesture in front of another son and let him know what it means...... But you yourself know it. ”

"Are you going to use this to frame your king?" struggled the new king, "Father can tell you, and he can tell me, Laurie, you are crazy, and from that day on you will no longer be your father's favorite child." ”

Laurie looked at him, the boy was much shorter than him, he could still see the top of his hair when he restrained the latter, he could still recall the bits and pieces of his time with his father, and he also remembered his own touching and shyness, and it was precisely because of this that when he knew that his origin was so unbearable, his anger and suspicion were all poured out on the queen, and he wanted to kill the queen, firstly because the queen wanted to create a second monster like him, and secondly, her actions were tantamount to betraying the king, his father.

But now that I think about it, those focused eyes, caring movements, and gentle tones are not loving a son, but loving a second "self".