The king of the kingdom of Seri has been impatient lately. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info: Due to the westward advance of the Nord army, the kingdom of Thera lost a third of its territory. I heard that many of the surrounding principalities and city-states have fallen.

The powerful nobles in various places are still in the wait-and-see stage, but many nobles have begun to secretly contact the Nords.

The kingdom's coffers were completely empty after paying the commissions of the Professionals' Guild, and it was not yet tax season, so it was not enough to receive enough taxes for the time being. The daily expenses of the kingdom's army were now maintained by the king's own coffers. The king was exhausted by bad news.

His lustrous skin became rougher, his temper became more and more irritable, and the items in the king's study were changed almost twice. And more and more servants are being punished for no reason. The servants in the palace seemed to be walking on thin ice every day, and they were careful with every step, for fear that they would be dragged out and beaten up if they did something wrong and provoked the king.

The day before, a reckless squire had accidentally spilled wine on the map, and had been hanged alive by the king on the flagpole.

After dark, the king went for a walk in the garden, which was the best time of the day. The cool breeze and the tranquility of the garden can temporarily dispel the resentment in the king's heart.

The king wandered along the path through the garden, and several of the kingdom's guards followed him carefully.

The moon has risen on the branches, and today is the full moon. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the pond, and a wood fruit fell into the pond, causing a series of ripples, shattering the moonlight into a pool of phosphorescence.

The king stood by the pond and looked at the moon in silence. At this time, wisps of mist gradually rose, and the originally bright moonlight became hazy. It's like a veil of light. Isolated the king from the world. The king tried to reach out and touch the bright moon, but in vain.

The king frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied that the beautiful moonlight was blocked by the mist. But as an ordinary person, he had no ability to change this phenomenon, so he could only turn around and return to the palace.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, enveloping the whole of Haifar like a large net. The king returned to his study tiredly, ready to take care of the rest of the business. After all, the big war is coming, and there are many things that need to be arranged in detail.

As soon as he opened the door, he found Tushuus sitting at his desk with a big grin, drinking a glass of mint water.

The king's face changed a few times, but he finally suppressed his anger, after all, his army still had to rely on the professional guild to act as a sharp knife, otherwise his king might not be able to hold on for even a day.

The king tried to calm his heart for a moment, and then put on a smiling face, "Your Excellency Tushus, is there anything wrong with the late night?"

Tushuus slowly put down the teacup and glanced at the king, "There is indeed something, I will borrow something from you, and I will leave when I am done." ”

"Oh, what is it that needs to be borrowed by Lord Tusius himself, and His Excellency Tusius will take it directly if he sees something. The king said with a pretense of generosity. This is not a mean time at this critical moment, if Tusius has taken a fancy to his kingdom's treasury at this time, the king will grit his teeth and agree, after all, if Tusius loses his support, the kingdom of Thé will likely be destroyed by the Nords. When the time comes, there will be nothing. As a king, you still know the most basic trade-offs.

"Oh, it's not a big deal. My master wants to borrow your head. Tushuus said lightly.

"What?"

Before the king could react, Tusius pulled out a magnificent dagger inlaid with various jewels from his waist, dodged in front of the king, and slashed the king's throat with a single sword.

The king fell to the ground in pain, clutching his neck with both hands, trying to cry out, but could not make a sound.

Tusius took a cross sword from the wall, and then slowly pulled the sword out of its scabbard, and the cold sword reflected Tushuus's somewhat old face.

"It turns out that I haven't used a sword for so many years, and the blood on my body has dissipated, I really miss the first time. Tusius seemed to be lost in recollection.

The king who fell to the ground stared at Tusius, who had died ten thousand times by this time if his gaze could kill.

As if sensing the king's gaze, Tusius came to his senses from the memory. He saw the king who had fallen to the ground, still struggling, "What a tenacious life, forget it, let me end your suffering, who made me the good Lord Tusius." ”

With a swing of his sword, Tusius cut off the king's head.

Grunt, the king's head rolled out, and a pair of eyes glared angrily, as if angry, and as if asking why. Tushuus glanced at the king's head and sighed, "If you want to blame it, blame your own life, blocking the master's path, if you can't resist, you will only be crushed." With that, Tusius found a garment, wrapped the king's head, and left.

At the same time, all the nobles in the royal capital were assassinated by the Professionals Guild, and the professionals who were bought by the nobles as guards were all pulled to the Professionals Guild by Tusius during the day in the name of training formations. All those who were willing to surrender were caught in the witchcraft runes, and those who were not willing to surrender were turned into flower fertilizer.

The nobles who lacked the protection of the professional were as powerless as babies in the face of the assassination of the professional. It was soon slaughtered by these professionals. Only some of the relatives and family guards of the nobility remained, at a loss.

Just as the nobles of Haifar were leaderless, a group of Nord soldiers suddenly appeared in the city and opened the closed gates. Bands of Nord soldiers slaughtered into the city.

In the absence of a sufficiently prestigious leader, the nobles of Haifar could only organize their own family guards to meet the battle.

At this time, a heavy fog descended on Haifar, and the noble guards and city guards could only see what was around them, but the Nords were not affected, and most of the enemy could be eliminated with bows and arrows from a distance. It's like slaughter.

Countless bows and arrows flew through the fog and the morale of the levies, who lacked unified command, fell to the bottom, and with no hope of victory, the city defenders laid down their arms and gave up resistance, and soon surrendered as a group.

And those noble guards did their last duty, protecting their master's family to the last moment. But it didn't do much. Soon these mantis men were overwhelmed by the Nord army, without even a splash.