"Wait~" His Majesty the King of AIDS reclined on his throne and shouted to the shadow with his back to him.

The shadow stopped, but didn't turn back.

His Majesty rose from his throne and walked towards the shadow.

"What else are you going to do? My cousin has given up military power. The eldest princess behind the screen asked in a restless whisper behind the AIDS Wheat King.

"I don't do anything! don't mess around~" King Samuel turned around and replied to the screen first, and when he saw that the eldest princess was about to rush out of the screen, he hurriedly waved his hand to stop: "What about the court!

"The marquis fought in the north and south, and was wounded, but only the knife wound, I can't rest assured. Anyone who was severely injured by the Emperor Moses Divine Soldier [Emperor Prison Wheel] will be injured ~ It will be difficult to heal~!" King Ai Mai turned and continued to walk behind the shadow and told him his intentions.

The shadow turned to His Majesty the King and returned: "Yes~ The minister's injury has indeed not healed for a long time. ”

"I asked the court apothecary to refine a bottle of high-grade healing potion to heal the old wounds of the Divine Soldier's Miracle Force. His Majesty the King summoned the chamberlain and took the wound medicine handed by the other party: "Farewell today~ The Marquis of Dundees insisted on going to the duel. You and I may never see each other again! I will personally smear you with potions, and hold the merits that helped me ascend the throne and have been auxiliary government all the time!~"

The stand-in for the fake duke hurriedly shirked and said: "It's just a trivial matter~ Why bother Your Majesty, wait for me to go back to the house and let my wife ...... for me" Before he finished speaking, he was sharply interrupted by the King of AIDS: "I said! I want to personally apply you a potion, are you unwilling to accept the kindness of the lord of my country?"

The shadow pretended to bow his head and let out a sigh of helplessness, took off his shirt in front of the ministers, tore off the gauze wrapped around his chest, and calmly exposed the wound.

"The injuries on the marquis's body are all wounds from the southern and northern wars of the AIDS Kingdom. If any of you have the loyalty of a marquis, I will serve it with my own hands. The AIDS Wheat King said nonsense that was difficult to distinguish between the real and the false, and at the same time stepped forward to look down at the other party's body under the pretense of applying a potion to the top. Immediately, I didn't know whether he found the strangeness of the wound, or if he had other ideas, he said hesitantly: "Duke~Your injury~ Why is it a new injury that has just scabbed~~~"

His Majesty paced back and forth, turned around abruptly, pointed his finger at the other party and asked, "What are you !! bullying the king?"

"Then Your Majesty will cure me of the crime of deceiving the king again!" Shadow smiled and said frankly: "The old wounds from three years ago have healed, and these wounds ~ are newly added by myself in the same place! Defeat under the divine soldier [Emperor Prison Wheel] of Emperor Moses is the shame of my life." Saying this, he shouted to the ministers on both sides: "Edmund Dundees reminded himself of this wound, and if Timoses does not remove it, my wound will not heal for a day." If the port of Kuawati is not collected, the country of AIDS, no matter how complete its territory, will be eroded by others sooner or later. Therefore, I want to use my blood to arouse the hearts of thousands of AIDS people to kill the enemy bravely. ”

"You are presumptuous!! are you farting when I just said that it is forbidden to provoke our allies?!" King Samuel looked angry and pointed at the other party and scolded sharply.

"Edmund Dundee is brave and faithful, and heaven and earth can learn from it. On the other day I went to the sea of Kuawati and fought to the death against Timoses alone. The Shadow Grand Duke made a commitment to take responsibility in public, and then drew a line with His Majesty Samuel and said: "Even if you die on the spot, you will have nothing to do with Your Majesty!" ~ The minister will never drag down His Majesty and the kingdom, and I will say goodbye today. Then he ignored the others, and walked straight back and strode out of the hall.

The ministers exchanged heads and ears, and directly discussed.

His Majesty threw the potion bottle to Rust, who hurriedly caught it, and on the surface he looked unhappy, as if he was very dissatisfied with the Marquis of Edmund Dundees, but in fact, he turned his back on the ministers' thoughts in the center of his mind, and was really suspicious and curious about the actual identity of this "Edmund Dundees".

Because he didn't see it at all just now~ The powerful cursed blade with the effect of aging and withering, the realistic wound he dealt with was a new injury!! but he cheated like this, but instead he cheated out a problem that made him very puzzled~

If for two or three years, this one who entered the palace every day was a fake "Edmund Dundees" stand-in, then the real former duke~ was really dead? Or was he hiding in some corner of the castle and plotting some conspiracy in secret???

The carriage outside the palace was bumpy and bumpy on the uneven stone avenue, and although the wheels were hardwood iron sheets without shock absorbers, the nobles still placed cushions thick enough for one person inside the carriage to make their travel more comfortable.

The shadow of the stand-in, lying in the carriage back to the Grand Duke's palace in the city, was already sweating profusely in pain, and his heart began to flutter violently and irregularly, a sign that the curse of the wound had penetrated deep into his heart. The traverser, who didn't want to die on the spot, hurriedly smeared the white thick liquid in the transparent crystal bottle to the wound.

呲呲呲......

The jet-black wound, which was like a scabbed wound that had been scabbed over for years, suddenly emitted a faint fishy smell. The shadow felt the warm current of the wound flow through his body, and suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed as if he had collapsed, and began to wipe the cold sweat on his body.

......

Chen Xuyuan walked in the general direction of the slave market, because he only knew the general direction, so he crossed the streets and alleys. There are different buildings of different styles brought by merchants from all over the world, and the commercial and residential buildings brought by merchants from all over the world sway by, stepping out of the commercial street and the dock area, and suddenly feel that the city has suddenly become dilapidated and outdated.

But.

These are the more dilapidated places that belong to the local Aboriginal people.

Most of the roads along the old town are dilapidated houses, and muddy roads that can't be distinguished from the foul smell and muddy water.

On both sides, even the putty has fallen off, like a bare mottled damp old wall without painting, and the best is only a small courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles, and the structure is roughly complete.

Most of the rest of the buildings are just logs mixed with yellow mud, straw knots, and rice soup poured loess walls, on which are crawling with weathered cracks and black and green slippery moss, and the damp sea breeze is like saws in the cracks of the walls, making a terrible cry like a whimper.

Some of the houses that have lost their owners are not only covered with dust, silt, and rotten wood, but the wooden partition walls and pillars have been rotted and pierced by mold and moth, creating a strange, hollow, abstract wailing face.

In the corner of the ownerless house, one or two homeless people can occasionally be seen, wrapped in layers of rags and straw costumes to keep warm, curled up in the corner like a bundled scarecrow. But most of them slept there motionless, I don't know if it was~ They had been frozen into stiff corpses in the cold wet sea breeze last night.