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House of Pompeii.

It was a hall made entirely of volcanic rock.

Ars Pompeii's diet has come to an end.

The completely fishy lamb chops, under the vigorous tearing of Yars, splashed the blood juice that had not been drizzled at all everywhere.

Yars **** the remaining blood stains on his lips with satisfaction, while wiping his bloody hands with a clean handkerchief, while untying the blood-stained napkin.

The faithful and old butler stood beside him, unmoving, like a solemn statue.

"Bordeaux, do you think ......" Ars tossed his napkin on the table and picked up the silver wine glass that had been prepared long ago.

The dark red liquor was stored in silver vessels like real blood, waiting to be accessed by a strong man.

"Why did I get to where I am today?" I don't know if it's because I haven't talked to anyone for too long, or if it's tonight, it's really interesting.

Ars raised his glass to his lips, suddenly turned his head to look at the silent old butler, and asked something that was difficult to answer.

"Naturally, it is you, the master, who is wise and martial. The old butler's answer was impeccable, simple and quick, as if he had practiced it countless times in advance.

"Bordeaux, you old immortal, it's just the two of us here, just put away your tricks and say what I want to hear. Ars was not delighted or angry at this overly sycophant answer, but laughed, put down the glass to his lips, and tapped his withered old fingers against the black rock wooden table with force and rhythm.

"I'm not lying, master, you have come to this day solely because of you, calm enough. The old butler repeated his answer, but he did not end it, he paused for a moment, and then said, "There is one more thing that makes you completely ahead of the others, master, and that is ...... You are calm enough. ”

"Calm enough. Yars didn't laugh and scold the old butler again this time, but pondered for a moment, and then laughed again, "Very good, calm, I like this word very much, yes, I am calmer than everyone else, much calmer." ”

As he spoke, he took a long sip of his glass, which ran down his throat and into his stomach, and the excess ran down his lips, staining his snow-white beard red.

In the dim candlelight, he looked both hideous and heroic.

There is no trace of old age at all.

"So, where do you think they lost?"

They.

A lot of people.

Those who are qualified, to compete with Yars, to bet on this continent.

"Your Majesty the King of Light. The old butler was silent for a moment, but he didn't shirk it, and said, "His Majesty the King of Light is a genius, and he has been fighting for the Federation all his life, and his personality is almost lacking. ”

"It's a pity ......"

"Pity?" said Yars, with interest.

The old butler filled his glass, which was almost empty, and continued: "It is a pity that he takes himself too lightly. ”

"He takes himself too lightly. Yars fell silent.

It's like chewing on the meaning of this sentence.

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His Majesty the King of Light.

Heinrich.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the city lord's mansion in Glencia.

The rebellion of the demon seed in the city was quickly quelled under the leadership of the powerhouses of the Demon Warlock Association.

Now, the reassembled human army has spread out an array behind Heinrich, the King of Light.

The Magician Association, headed by its president, Ashner, and eight seats in the Council of Ten, was also on standby behind Heinrich.

Winnington replaced his spear and was ready to go.

It can be said that as long as Heinrich gives an order, then everyone will immediately rush into the city lord's mansion and sweep everything away.

However, that can't be done.

Because Lucifer was there.

The announcement from Hohenheim resounded throughout Glencia.

If you want to save Lucifer, come in.

A complete trap, a clear ambush.

Impotence.

"Your Majesty, you ...... Can't get in. "The only person present who is qualified to dissuade the King of Light, the president of the Magician Warlock Guild, Ashnayo, slowly spoke.

"Yes, teacher, you must not risk your life. Mai Werther also took the opportunity to speak, this man who usually has almost no expression, at this time his eyebrows and eyes are also full of anxiety.

The meaning of the demon seed wanting to kill Heinrich is too obvious, and in this city lord's mansion, I don't know how many demon seed powerhouses are ambushed.

Absolutely, never let Heinrich in.

Otherwise, the entire Central Federation will be in an extremely dangerous situation.

"Teacher, let me go. Mai Witt said with a resolute expression.

If one must die, then let me die.

"Your Majesty, I'll go too, I'll go in with Master Werther. Winnington also said, "You can't be dangerous. ”

He also said in a resolute voice: "Anyone here can die, but you must not die." ”

"Your Majesty......" Ashnayo looked at Heinrich.

The masters of the ten-member council of the Magician Warlock Association are also watching their spiritual leaders.

"Your Majesty!" Winnington suddenly knelt down on one knee, begging the only light in the entire Central Federation not to be extinguished.

"Your Majesty!" was the moment Winnington knelt down on one knee.

The remaining tens of thousands of soldiers also knelt down violently.

The men of the Federation can go forward, but the king cannot die.

When the king is dead, the federation is gone.

Everybody, looking at Heinrich.

He is so important.

"I've made up my mind. Heinrich said suddenly.

He was looking at the sky.

There is a void like a river flowing slowly in the sky, but there are no stars.

Naturally, I won't see the star called Heinrich.

"You don't need to be persuaded. Heinrich's originally dignified face suddenly became relaxed, as if he had let go of something.

"Wang ...... Die for the country. ”

Unalterable principle.

With that, he strode forward.

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"The king died for the kingdom. ”

"So, he's going to die. ”

Central Intramuros.

Volcanic Rock Hall.

The old butler gently wiped the mouth of the bottle with a soft handkerchief.

Ars picked up the full glass and took a sip, looking intoxicated.

"...... said That's good. ”

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