Viscount Jester's astonishing words obviously caused a commotion in the crowd in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, they had also heard of the explosion in the small town of Hleiin, and the fact that the murderer was the daughter of the Grand Duke of Violet was just an intrigue between nobles, but judging from today's posture, it is very likely to be true. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A viscount's accusation made the Sword Saint Simmel frown, and his eyes unconsciously drifted to the aristocratic area where Frona and them were, and Frona's somewhat pale face was clearly visible, and at the same time that the Sword Saint Simmel looked at Frona, the eldest lady of the Violet family finally stood up, looked at Viscount Jester on the high platform, calmed down her mood, and then spoke: "This is just the words of His Excellency the Viscount." ”

"One side, huh. Viscount Jester seemed to have heard some funny joke, heard Frona's rebuttal, and sneered: "I also have a witness that is enough to prove that Lord Blademaster was involved in the assassination of officials, and you, Ms. Frona, I can tell you unmistakably that the masterminds of the bombing are you and your fiancé, named Birmingham, right?"

Viscount Jester turned his spearhead and directly faced Birmingham on the side, hearing Viscount Jester's remarks, Birmingham suddenly had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, this feeling has not disappeared since he entered this deep port, and now with the appearance of Viscount Jester, it is even more intense, and the identity of Shoggers is like a giant net on the top of Birmingham's head, at this moment, Birmingham obviously feels that this huge net is beginning to shrink, but he has already been firmly bound by the giant net, but in any case, he has to try to break free。

"Human witness, could it be that the Logan warrior has been killed by Lord Viscount?" Birmingham sneered, as if to lead to the black history of Viscount Jester, but with little effect, because Viscount Jester did not waver at all when he heard Logan's name, but was even more proud.

"Naturally not, who is Logan, I have not heard of it at all, the witness I am referring to is the proud protégé of the respected Sword Saint of our Betley Kingdom, the murderer of the official, Flashsword, Kizil. ”

Sword Saint Simmel's face finally changed, Kizil's name suddenly hit his heart like a dark cloud, and he looked at the confident Viscount Jester and Ryan VIII who didn't say a word in disbelief, Sword Saint Simmel's hand clenched uncontrollably, seeing Sword Saint Simmel's movements, the Starry Sky Archmage who had been acting as a background board, the white sage Ji Liye took a step back slightly, leaving a five-meter distance between him and Simmel.

"Flash Sword, Kizil, are you joking, I told me the whereabouts of this disciple of mine I don't know with Ben, and I haven't been in touch with him for a long time. Sword Saint Simmel obviously had some resistance to the flash sword Kizil in Viscount Jester's mouth, and even began to suppress his tone, although Frona may not be able to hear the conversation between the two clearly, but she who has known Simmel for a long time, she still noticed a trace of Simmel's strangeness.

"Master, you make me so sad that you don't remember me so soon?" A cold voice suddenly came from the side of the high platform, and the Sword Saint Simmel was obviously tense when he heard this voice, and a chill appeared on his face in an instant, and the clenched palm suddenly loosened at this moment, but as soon as it arrived, the cyan light point directly attacked the location of the cold voice from the released palm.

The blue dot is as fast as lightning, but it is as small as dust, even Viscount Jester and Ryan VIII, who were standing beside the sword saint Simmel, did not notice that this blue dot was rushing out of Simmel's hand, but Simmel's blue dot disappeared silently when it flew past the white sage Ji Liye, and even when the sword saint Simmel felt that the induction between himself and the blue point was interrupted, Simmel showed a somewhat surprised look and looked at the motionless white sage Ji Liye, as if nothing had happened.

The small movements of the two were fleeting, but the person with a cold voice did ascend the high platform, as soon as this person appeared, the crowd in Shenzhen Hong Kong gasped, and some magicians showed indignant looks, as for Birmingham, when he saw this person who appeared on the stage, everything that happened in the small town of Hrein finally flashed in his mind.

Viscount Jester's coachman, yes, that mysterious master coachman, the coachman whose body is half from the products of alchemy is none other than the flash sword Kizil in Viscount Jester's mouth, the eldest disciple of the sword saint Simmel, and the murderer of the assassination of officials.

"Kizil, you ....."

"It's still alive, isn't it, my dear Master. "The mysterious coachman, no, it should still be the flashing sword Kizil, looked at his mentor, showing an unimaginable grim expression.

"What, isn't it possible that you don't deserve to die?" Sword Saint Simmel's words couldn't help but make Ryan VIII's expression tighten, Viscount Jester was also a little surprised by Simmel's words, and the crowd below the high platform was a little confused, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this flash sword Kizil should be the real murderer of the official, but the words of Sword Saint Simmel seemed to be said in order to kill people and kill words, could it be that this Sword Saint Lord was really the real murderer behind the scenes.

"Yes, yes, of course I should die, after all, our great Sword Saint will not admit that you ordered me to kill that official. Flashing sword Kizil looked crazy, half of his face was metal, but at this moment he opened his mouth wide, revealing Sensen's white teeth, but it seemed that Kizil was cut open from it, and the other half of his teeth were also the color of metal, this strange situation frightened many people not to speak, and they had the idea of leaving.

The terrifying grin of the flashing sword Kizil also caused the displeasure of Ryan VIII, but this unhappiness was quickly overshadowed by the excitement.

"Simmel, what else do you have to say, killing important ministers of the state, complicity in the crime, even as a sword saint, you are not immune. Ryan VIII's tone was fast, as if he couldn't wait, and the veins in his neck trembled violently, proving the lion's excitement at the moment.

"I said, you don't have evidence, do you want me to say it a second time!" The line without the slightest deterrent power is the strongest proof of the Sword Saint Simmel at the moment, yes, there is no evidence, even if it is said to be broken, there is no evidence.

Almost, almost, just a little, you can trample this godlike sword saint under your feet, and the Lungosas family without the sword saint is a papier-mâché nobleman, plus the eldest lady of the Violet family is caught in the explosion, all of a sudden, he can kill two big nobles at once, without these two, his own decree can be implemented without hindrance, and at that time, he will be the greatest emperor.

The three greatest words encouraged Ryan VIII, this lion desperately wanted to find the flaws of several families, and God unexpectedly favored him, sending Viscount Jester, loosening the sword Kizil, and even sending an official who was not afraid of death, soon, soon.

The male lion snorted and gasped, and some bloodshot eyeballs swept tightly towards Kizil, as if waiting for him to come up with evidence, but at this moment, His Majesty the King didn't notice the strange expression of the queen next to him, and the panic of the people in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, and even the incredulity of Simmel's revelation was ignored by him, and he only had the flashing sword Kizil in his eyes, and only the evidence that could prove the sword saint Simmel.

"The proof, of course, is there, my majesty. Flashing the sword Kizil's mouth cracked, it was hard to imagine that this was a human mouth, because none of the mouths could extend all the way to the base of the ear, and the Viscount Jester on the side also showed a strange smile, but this smile was shown to Birmingham.

"Oh my God, great, take it out, hurry, hurry!" Ryan VIII's tone became more and more rapid, even full of command, the sound of violent beating sounded like muffled thunder in his heart, and the veins in his neck were like chains that bound the flow of Ryan VIII's blood, too slow, too slow, a little faster, a little faster.

The lion was screaming silently, and the blood in his whole body was telling him that he needed to hurry, the queen finally pulled the arm of Ryan VIII with some uneasiness, and even the white sage on the side showed a surprised expression, and the staff in his hand began to shake, and the guards around him noticed that his majesty was abnormal, and the swords and shields shot one after another.

Ah, it's too slow, you're too slow, the lion complains about them, it's too slow, let me help you, help you to a world where there are no nobles, only great kings, start with this man.

Exclamations, screams, and two strange sinister laughs could not hide the sound of a squeak, the sound of a beast biting the throat of its prey, poof, the sound of blood splashing, Dita, Dita, this is the head in the hands of Lane VIII, the sound of blood dripping on the ground.

In 1457 of the Pan-Continental Solar Calendar, King Betley turned into a demonic beast, killed his wife, and massacred the people present, the degree of bloodiness is indescribable, and it was later called the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Incident.