Tiranar, the capital of the Mainke Empire, is above the main hall of the royal palace. Huo Ran?Wen ??? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ ?ｅ?ｎ?`ｏ?ｒ?ｇ

At this moment, in front of the king's throne, kneeling on the ground is the generalissimo Huntelaar, who has been camping in the east of the border all the year round, and at this moment, his face, which is known as the 'bloodthirsty earl', is full of panic and apprehension, and his sweaty forehead and trembling body all show how afraid he is of the people on the throne in front of him.

And there is only one person who can make him so unbearable, and that is the contemporary king of the Mainke Empire, Mostwyne.

"Hmph, are you so afraid of death!" The deep voice didn't sound unpleasant, but no one who heard it with his own ears would treat it as ordinary words.

Know that every word of the person in this seat can bring endless blood and killing, and these are not only aimed at the enemy, is it your turn today!

Thinking of this, Huntelaar cheered up and swallowed his mouth, and said solemnly: "Loyalty to His Majesty will result in death, and ministers are never afraid of death!"

"Is that so...... then" The slightly lazy voice and the black precipitation around the eyes made the angular face look a little sluggish, but the next moment it erupted with a terrifying deterrent effect.

“...... Why do you still have the face to come to me alive!"

The light that shot out of Most's eyes as he spoke was cruel or cold, as if he were really looking at a dead corpse, even if he had humbly expressed his allegiance to him just now.

And with Huntelaar's understanding of his monarch, this is by no means a forceless intimidation, which means that he really wants to cut off his own head now, and every word he says next will probably become a 'decapitator' that will kill him.

Carefully considering what he wanted to say, Huntelaar had never been so heartily envious of the old adversary on the other side of the border who had confronted him for more than ten years, the other party may not have the same wolf-like iron army and cheap authority to start battles or even wars at will like him, but the other party also did not have a moody king who would often cut off the heads of his courtiers.

"That's ...... In order to be able to personally report the situation before the battle formation to His Majesty, the minister dares to ask His Majesty to allow the minister to report before giving death!"

"If you don't give you a chance to explain this, won't it seem like I'm a faint king?!"

"Don't dare ......," Huntelaar almost fell to the ground when he heard the gloomy question.

"Say!"

Tilting his head and resting his hands on the edge of the throne, Moster looked slightly better than before.

"Your Majesty, the minister lost this time! The Wolf Legion is a team you personally commanded back then, and you know best how powerful it is, if it weren't for the strange potion provided by that madman, how could it have been poisoned by the other party's painless smoke. The good men who have been invincible for more than ten years defending the frontier have been almost wiped out by the secret calculation in this way, and as a member of the wild wolf, the minister is unwilling to ......"

"Hahaha, mad wolf! I think you're just a dog with emasculated eggs now, otherwise how can you be as hypocritical as a!" Moster sneered at the teary-eyed Huntelaar.

"If there is a problem with the potion, why do you have to order the whole army to use it, it's not because you have a fancy for the effect that can quickly increase your strength! Now that someone has found a way to crack it, you will shirk all the responsibility, how can there be such a cheap thing! If you want to gamble, you have to admit defeat, and he deserves the same with you!"

At this point, the king snapped his fingers, and Sullivan, the second prince of the Mainke Empire, and several guards immediately appeared, bringing a puddle of muddy alchemist Shair from the side hall to the front.

"He's been punished, shouldn't you? Or do you want to put the blame on Minedis Qing to rush to the rescue too late!"

"Minister, minister......" Huntelaar was speechless, even if he really wanted to live, he didn't dare to casually bite His Excellency the 'Full Moon Sword Saint' who was enshrined in the Empire, that would be nothing more than a different way to die.

"Get out of front of me quickly! Go to the military headquarters and remove you from the post of commander, and receive another hundred lashes, and if you have no backbone, I will send a backbone person to replace you!"

"Yes, thank you for your grace!" Although he was dismissed from his post and corporal punishment, Huntelaar was pardoned, and quickly withdrew from the main hall after bowing.

At the same time, Sullivan glanced at the guards, and Shail, who seemed to be only for the purpose of display, was brought back, knowing that only father and son could be placed in the main hall.

He certainly can't treat his son like he treats his subordinates, but to be honest, it's not much better.

Stood up and walked slowly down the throne and stairs, came to Sullivan, and slapped him with a slap, although Sullivan was not very strong as a mage, but from the way he staggered a few steps to stand firmly, he knew how much force this slap contained, people say 'tiger poison does not eat children', and Moster was so ruthless to his youngest son that he could also do this.

"It's not promising, you can't do a little thing! I feel sorry for myself when I get a little injured, I don't remember raising you so weakly, you even ran to see that coward, you master and apprentice are really a perfect match!"

Seeing his son's stubborn expression, he wanted to slap again.

"Why, it's not shameful enough! Believe it or not, I'll send you to the west to be with those sea barbarians, and see if what your teacher taught you can freeze the sea and save your life!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger, after all, His Royal Highness the Second Prince is still young, and it is normal for him to need the advice of his elders to do things. Second Highness too, just learn the skills from your teacher, don't learn the character, if it weren't for his soft temperament, he wouldn't have been squeezed by that old thing that played lightning back then, and he couldn't even go back to his own country!

Why don't you go back and examine yourself. ”

It didn't take much to know who was coming, and there weren't many people who could talk to him in person, and it was clear that the 'Full Moon Sword Saint' Minedis was one of the few people.

The second son who bowed and retired didn't even look at it, turned around and smiled at the visitor,

"Please clean up the mess this time, if it weren't for O'Brien's temporary change of fortune, I wouldn't have bothered you!"

As the country's top combat power, Minedis was not afraid of O'Brien, who was also a saint, and he was not too emotionally cold.

"Don't compare me to that filthy old bastard, but from the information he revealed, it looks like someone is also eyeing 'that thing', how about I'm going to meet these people?"

"Calm down, how do I think the name of the 'Sword Saint of Fury' should be given to you!"

"Shit, any miscellaneous person dares to proclaim himself a holy rank, and he is also to blame for being killed by the mad dog that Shail made, so you are not in a hurry at all?"

"It's useless to be in a hurry, otherwise the fake I deliberately released four years ago would have played a role a long time ago!" )