"Nearly a hundred years of war, in exchange for today's peace, the country of Durin has experienced countless hardships, but the real people of Durin can never be easily defeated by difficulties, we should ......"

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"I hope that the people in my territory, whether it is the town of Kander on the border, or all the people who are standing below listening to me at this moment, will be able to support the building of our country, although it will cause a temporary loss, but everything is for the future of the country of Durin."

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"We all know that peace is not easy to come by, but the development of the colony is related to whether Durin can rise again, so we ......"

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The king's old voice was faint and hollow through the large crowd.

As a member of the Inquisition, Davis was dressed like a citizen and mingled with the crowd of thousands.

Davis, who had set out early to blend in with the crowd, had been waiting here for a long time, and when the morning bell rang, the old king, accompanied by a group of people, walked out of the tower as scheduled and came to the high platform surrounded by the royal guards to speak.

As far as the eye could see, His Majesty the King was dressed in a modest white military uniform with a dazzling array of medals on his chest, while beside him, the heirs, Prince Fah and Prince Patrick of Chauvinlai, stood silently, and outside them were some of the great nobles and dignitaries of Turin.

There were people all around, and the figures of the leaders at the end of the line of sight looked quite short, but before the end, the heads wearing various hats were endless, front and back, left and right, as if they were caught in a sea of hats.

"Why don't you start?"

The King's speeches are the same, and there are basically a few things back and forth every year, and this year, although it has changed a little bit for tax reasons, there is nothing worth listening to.

So Davis didn't take the words of the old man in the distance to heart at the moment.

Of course, because the king was speaking at this time, there was no sound around except for wheezing and the occasional cough, and Davis, who was on a secret mission, naturally could not say this openly.

In fact, despite the opening and closing of his mouth, he did not make any noise. - because he used a spell called teleportation.

"Bishop Woodley thinks it's a bit inappropriate to do it before the necromancer is exposed, because no one is sure if the contents of those two letters are true or not."

A word drilled into his ear answered his question. He didn't look around, but Davis knew his companion was not far from him.

"If they're exposed, they're not safe around them. So what are we here for with all the fanfare? Davis was unhappy with this, saying that the top management seemed a little unreasonable.

"Maybe I'm worried about the feelings of the royal family, after all, if there is really no necromancer to do it, then rashly interrupting the old king's speech is equivalent to directly slapping him. You know, the old emperor loves face the most. ”

"Royalty? What if they are dissatisfied? We're not here to keep them safe yet. Davis was unimpressed, but he didn't dwell on the issue either.

The relationship between the Church and the royal family of Turin is at once a collaborator and a master of two worlds.

The royal family controls the mortal world, and the church controls the transcendent world.

Although they are completely incomparable in terms of force, nominally the status of the two is considered equal.

In this case, the feather-loving church naturally has a lot of concerns.

However, Davis didn't think that this kind of concern could compare to the safety of human life, but it was not he who was in charge, even if he was not satisfied.

……

Time passed quietly, the old king's speech was long and uninteresting, and Davis was tasked with hunting down the necromancer in another space after the artifact had unfolded, so for now, he didn't need to be very attentive.

So much so that when he looked around boredly, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Is it the defector?

Looking at the inconspicuous existence not far away, Davis perked up, and then he hurriedly wanted to greet the others, but another change suddenly happened!

As the king spoke, a black shadow suddenly burst out of the crowd and rushed towards the high platform!

"They're getting moving, get ready!"

At the same time, a loud voice sounded in his ears, causing Davis to temporarily extinguish the plan to report, anyway, when the holy strange thing was really activated, the defecting son of the gods would not be able to escape.

The people around also saw the black shadow that suddenly appeared, so they exclaimed, because there were so many people, and it even rumbled one after another like thunder.

However, when Davis relied on his height to see the scene on the high platform, he suddenly froze.

"Didn't you say the assassination of Prince Chauvin?"

"How can it be a king?"

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Obviously, since it is an assassination, the time required must not be too long, and it may even be only a second or two.

But a lot can happen in a second or two.

When a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the crowd, the necromancers who were hiding in the crowd secretly cried out that it was not their people, because that person was not theirs!

The old king, who was giving a speech, thought that the necromancers were starting to act, and while secretly rejoicing, a trace of consternation deliberately appeared on his face.

It was only when he realized that the direction of the black shadow was not the foreign prince beside him, but himself, that this consternation turned into horror.

Despite being the head of a country, the old king was incapable of fighting. But the king naturally has his protectors.

Behind him and in front of him were two big men in black who stood quietly. They didn't know what was going to happen like the old king, so they were always on guard.

Therefore, although the black shadow directly ignored the large number of royal guards around the high platform and successfully drilled to the high platform, under the crisp sound of gold and iron, he was successfully blocked by the big man in front of the king!

The big man's arms turned into a strange rubber shield in front of him, and the black shadow, because of this pause, showed a strange shape like black smoke.

At the same time, Bishop Woodleigh, who holds the Ring of Angels of Time and Space in the Church, has already grasped the holy relic that looks like an ordinary gold bracelet, and is ready to launch-

Under various thoughts, she was originally going to give the necromancer a "chance", but she didn't expect this kind of change.

However, after such a delay, beside the old king, Prince Patrick of the Chauvin Kingdom, who was flustered because of this unexpected appearance, suddenly felt a clog in his throat, as if something had accumulated in his neck.

So he subconsciously opened his mouth, and as a result, a scarlet blood arrow suddenly burst out, and in the flash of lightning, it swooped into the old king's head less than two meters away!

When the attack was imminent, the king's body that was trying to straighten up but was slightly rickety immediately appeared with a deep blue light, which seemed to be some kind of protective mysterious spell, but the alternation of light did not save him.

I saw that this old man in charge of a country was trembling all over, and his head suddenly exploded with a bang!

Like a watermelon shattering, a mixture of red and white splattered all around, and the heir prince who accompanied him was immediately sprayed all over his face, and the surrounding royal guards and two bodyguards were also hit.

Under the silent gaze of tens of thousands of people, and under the stares of many stares in the dark, the king's headless corpse subconsciously knelt on the ground and collapsed to the side.

Blood gushed out, and after a moment of silence, screams were heard in all directions. The exaggerated and uproarous noise spread even far beyond the suburbs!

The necromancers, the underground party, the church, and even the charr are all a little confused at the moment.

As employers, there is certainly no way that the necromancers would want this one to die.

And although the underground party wants to call the king to die, and even the first assassination of the dark shadow is that they are preemptively preparing to take it by surprise, but they definitely don't want to mix the king's death with the chauvin, which will cause diplomatic problems between the two countries!

And at this moment, it is the time when the internal contradictions in the country are flourishing, if this is directly transferred to the external contradictions, then how can they continue to "play"?

The church was even more stunned, the dignified king was assassinated right under their noses, and they didn't even have time to make a move!?

There is no hard duty to protect the king, but that alone is a shame!

Many eyes couldn't help but look at Archbishop Woodleigh, who was in charge of the holy wonders, with complicated eyes. However, the person concerned also had a gloomy face - when the black shadow attacked and the blood arrow did not appear, she actually had a chance to use it, but it suddenly occurred to her that if this belonged to the sound of the east and west, the black shadow attacked the king on the surface, but it was actually aimed at the original target?

Is this the necromancer's assassination ploy?

Under this inexplicable thought, Woodleigh hesitated a little. However, the difference in thought has caused this astonishing consequence.

……

Charles was also a little dazed at the moment.

The kings who hired necromancers to assassinate foreign princes are all dead, is it possible for the necromancers to take action?

Although he had used the power of fate before, it was a matter of time and how it would take effect.

I still remember the first time he used it, he waited for more than half an hour to see two targets collide together......

Holding the monocular in his hand, standing on the roof of the third floor in the far side of the square, looking at the uproar, Charles couldn't help frowning.

It has nothing to do with him whether the king dies or not. But how can the church do it without doing it?

Although because of the unexpected promotion, he felt that even if he acted on his own at this moment, he probably had some hope of success, but relatively speaking, the church was more reliable.

What to do?

Stimulate them?

Charles flickered his head and looked down at a small linen bag at his feet.

The best way to stimulate is to summon a cold winter night to come, so that the church may mistakenly believe that the necromancers have other plans. But the momentum is just too great.

Without the king, there would be no mission, and without the mission, the necromancers naturally had no reason to stay here, so they could not detect the stimulus.

Otherwise, if someone feels dangerous, it will not be good to launch the teleportation directly - although the conditions for the unique teleportation to be activated are very harsh, and you need to explode your own body, it is not impossible.

It's just that the Shire are not without other options.

After using the fate encounter in the early hours of this morning, Charles took advantage of some time to make all the rest of the fate cards into witch dolls, ready for the next action.

At the moment, there was a pile of dolls in the bag at his feet.

So Charles's mind raced, and while the chaos in the distance had not yet evolved into other phenomena, a low incantation appeared in his mouth.

At the same time, the five fingers of the right hand hanging low on his side were relaxed, and the flame that had been accumulated before was born in the palm of the hand, and grew rapidly from a wisp of flame.

Eventually, a bright crimson fireball "fell off" from the palm of his hand like a basketball and landed on the linen bag at his feet, igniting it with a bang.