Time goes back to the night before the success of the assassination king, Kevin City, the official residence of Earl Bill.

In Bill's bedroom, two people were sitting across the table, their faces flickering on and off.

"Bill, surrender! You are a mercenary, why fight to such a point for a king? As long as you give up the gates now, whether it is a knighthood or gold or silver, the Holy See will not be stingy. Opposite Bill, the middle-aged man with a black cloak and a hood down to reveal a weathered face persuaded.

"Boris, is that what you're here for?" Bill asked expressionlessly, this Boris is his former colleague, that is, a mercenary, if it weren't for the fact that their friendship in previous years was quite good, he wouldn't even let the other party in just now, but he didn't expect that this colleague and friend of his really came to be a lobbyist, and wanted him to appear at the guarded North City Gate.

The middle-aged Boris obviously heard the indifference in Bill's voice, and immediately asked urgently: "Bill, are you still a mercenary like this?" ”

Bill asked lightly, "What is it, what if it doesn't count?" ”

"Are you going to die with Charlie, that traitor?"

"Dead?" Bill sneered, "The king will not die, he will lead us to make a meritorious deed, and end this war that has lasted for thousands of years!" ”

"Stop dreaming! A million-strong army is besieging the city, and he is already on the way! Boris tried desperately to make Bill realize.

Bill rolled his eyes: "How many days can the so-called million-strong army of grain and grass last?" And isn't that King of the Holy City already assassinated? ”

Boris did not answer the question about grain and grass, but grasped the topic of the King of the Holy City, "Since you know about the King of the Holy City, you should know very well that although the King of the Holy City is dead, the army of the infidels has also been repulsed, and now, the hand of the Holy See has been freed, and it will soon be able to fully support the Western Front!" At that time, it is a question of whether the Holy See will accept your surrender! ”

Bill's face darkened, "So what? To die for the sake of an ideal, I am willing! ”

"Ideal?" Boris looked at Bill with a neurotic gaze, "Bill, are you serious?" Do you really believe Charlie? ”

Bill didn't answer him first, but lay down on the back of the chair relaxed, closed his eyes slightly, kneaded the root of his nose with his fingers, and said lightly: "You know what? Boris, the reason why I have been a mercenary all these years is not that I like to do this business, but that there is nothing else to do, I am used to holding knives in my hands, and I am not used to holding hoes. ”

"You ......" Boris's eyes immediately froze.

Bill nodded, and said indifferently but extremely firmly: "That's right, I really believe in the king!" We Western Continent people have been fighting for ethereal things in the past, both north and south, and we have almost shed blood for this, which is so stupid! It was the king who made us understand the true duty of a soldier, to defend the country and fight for the country's interests. It can be said that it was the king who gave me a second life and a second choice, and since I have chosen this path, I will not give up halfway, I will follow the king until the end, even if the future is destroyed, I will not hesitate! ”

"Cangchang!"

In a flash of cold light, Boris pulled out the short knife at his waist.

Bill still kept kneading the base of his nose and didn't even look at him: "Boris, you are not my opponent." ”

"Then I won't sit still!" Boris said hatefully.

"Then you can go."

"Let's go?!" Boris's eyes widened, he could never have imagined that Bill would let him, a lobbyist of the Holy See, go, instead of taking him and offering him to King Charles for credit.

"Yes." Bill opened his eyes and looked at him, "Friends, let's get together and disperse!" ”

"Alas!" Boris sighed helplessly and inserted the dagger back into its scabbard.

"I've heard that quite a few of your brothers have a big opinion of you right now?" Boris asked Bill.

Bill nodded, a hint of bitterness appeared on his face, the brothers didn't have a big opinion, and they didn't see it! Their mercenaries have no money to fight, not only to go into battle, but also to give a reward for the promotion, and every time there is a big battle, they have to negotiate with the employer about the reward after the victory, if it is short, they will not want to drive them. And King Charles's army obviously did not have such rules, and King Charles did not have so much money......

"Since they don't want to go all the way with you to the dark, and they still want to make a living for money, then let them go with me!" Boris suggested that he was also a mercenary after all, and the reason why he came to be a lobbyist this time was only hired by the Holy See, and if there was an opportunity to expand his strength, he would not let it go.

"No problem, it's up to them! Anyone who is willing to go with you will be sent out of the city tomorrow in a hanging basket. Bill replied that these people would not go to war anyway, and that it would be a waste of food to stay in the city.

"You're not going to think about it anymore?" Boris is still making his last attempt.

Bill smiled and shook his head.

"Shh Boris stamped his foot in hatred and turned away.

Looking at his friend's departing back, Bill said meaningfully, "You know what? Boris, the mercenary named Bill, was dead the moment he met King Charles! ”

……

At the same time, to the east of the city, the official residence of the Viscount of Vilante.

That is to say...... As long as I smash the forbidden spell on Charlie's head, the Holy See will make me a marquis? Virante's eyes lit up with excitement as he looked at the lobbyist facing the table.

"That's right!"

The lobbyist smiled and nodded, Wirant's performance was as he expected, as long as the situation was unfavorable, and then lured by heavy profits, this villain who was accustomed to seeing the wind and turning the rudder would inevitably take the bait.

Vilante stood up excitedly, taking steps back and forth.

After a while, he turned his head and stared at the lobbyist with burning eyes.

"I want Oz County as a fief!" He said non-negotiable.

Oz County is the richest place in the Andris Kingdom, originally a fief of a marquis, but in last year's purge, this nobleman sided with the Holy See and was uprooted by King Charles.

"No problem!"

The lobbyist agreed, but in his heart he looked down on DeWitt even more, this guy's greed even he was a little despised as a lobbyist, but in this way, it was actually good, and it was much easier for him to complete the task.

As for whether the Holy See fulfills its promise or not after the matter is completed, it is not something that he, as a lobbyist, can manage......

"Very good!" DeWitt laughed and sat back in his chair, "Brother Jefferson hasn't eaten yet, have they?" Why don't you just use a little bit of it with me tonight? I haven't seen you for so many years, let's also talk about goodbye. ”

This lobbyist named Jefferson was his original classmate at Andris Mage Academy, and he was also a war mage, and his ability was much worse than him, but because he was born in a noble family, his position has always been above him, but all this disappeared last year, and he Devitt became the chief officer of the royal war mage group through a speculation, and Jefferson naturally did not surrender to King Charles because of the purge of his family, but took advantage of the chaos of the battlefield at that time and quietly ran away. Now it seems that this former noble mage should have gone directly to the Holy See.

Jefferson couldn't refuse, and at the same time he was afraid that he would offend Devitt and let something happen to the surrender, so he had to agree.

At De Witt's beckoning, a moment later, the servants brought the food and drinks.

Jefferson was very surprised to see that there was wine, because now that the entire city of Kevin was supplied in wartime under the orders of King Charles, ordinary people could not even imagine a little extra grain of rice, let alone wine.

DeWitt saw his surprise and quickly explained, "This is my private collection. As he spoke, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

Jefferson shook his head with a wry smile, and did not suspect him, so he and Devitt staggered and drank.

The wine was so strong that Jefferson soon lost his strength and fell drunk at the banquet.

I don't know how long it took, a basin of cold water was poured on his head!

Stimulated by this, Jefferson awoke in an instant, and saw a cellar full of barrels, and he was now firmly bound and kneeling on the cold, hard floor.

"DeWitt, what are you doing here?!" He turned his head to see DeWitt beside him, and asked in shock and anger.

"Jefferson, don't you understand?" DeWitt looked at his classmate coldly, "I won't betray King Charlie!" ”

Jefferson laughed as if he had heard a big joke. "DeWitt, I've been a classmate with you for five or six years, and I still don't know what kind of person you are? How can a villain like you be genuinely loyal to someone else? This joke isn't funny at all, let me go! ”

"Am I a villain?" DeWitt sneered, "That's right, I was true before, but the reason why I became a villain was because I was forced to be helpless!" Just because of my bad background, I have to be ridden on the head by you mediocre people for a lifetime, I don't pat the horse to meet the rudder, see the wind and steer, how can I get a position that matches my strength? But under King Charles, King Charles is meritocracy, he doesn't care about my humble background, as long as I have the ability and work hard, he can give me everything I deserve! A monarch like this is the master to whom I Devitus should be loyal in this life, I only hate him for why didn't he rebel earlier, how could I betray him?! ”

"You ......" Jefferson looked in horror at DeWitt, who was impassioned and gushing, as if he had changed someone, and now he finally believed that the other party was serious.

"'Man is not an animal, and he does not need to be blooded!' DeWitt recited with reverence on his face, "As a king, these words have gone to my heart!" ”

"You...... You're not going to end well! And betray the goddess, you ...... You're going to hell for sure! Jefferson cursed with a shudder on his lips.

"Humph!" DeWitt snorted disdainfully, "There is a saying among the Serisians: 'Death to a confidant!'" 'Why should I, Devit Eggberg, have found a monarch who is loyal enough to be loyal to me? As for going to hell? Oh, the Messianic goddess has to really exist, but you, Jefferson! ”

"I ...... How am I? ”

DeWitt sneered like a demon, "In order to show loyalty to my king, I will borrow your necklace and use it!" ”