It's been a long time since Barthes has been so worried. As the uncle of the current king, he has always been personable, with a big belly but not smiling, and there is rarely anything to worry about, as long as he commands, there are countless people under his command who want to please him to do. Even the current king trusts him very much, and he will not hide anything from him, which makes him more and more arrogant.

However, his arrogance passed little by little in this heavy rain that lasted for several days.

A few days ago, the hall officially announced the news of the end of the world to the people. Soon, the news will spread across the continent like locusts transiting. And he, so far, has not received any news from Barlow Stuart, and he and the royal team, and the Lord of Thorns and his team of hunters seem to have completely disappeared into the Burial God Desert.

He didn't know if Barlow had succeeded. Originally, he was full of confidence, and even put his son in the formation of the team, hoping to replace Barlow to take over the credit for this mission. But now, all he wants to know is about the team.

The end is coming, and people have not yet found a leader who can lead them through it. Originally, according to the plan, at this time, it should be their royal family to stand up and assume the umbrella of the people, because it is impossible for the Lord of Thorns to come back, and they have more power than the Lord of Thorns. It's just that now the Lord of Thorns has not returned, but there is no news from the royal family, Barth originally suspected that those dwarves were doing ghosts, but there was no evidence, so he could only continue to wait anxiously, until tonight, the king finally couldn't bear it anymore and summoned him into the palace.

Barth knew he might face an overwhelming rebuke from the king, just like last time. Because the king is also afraid, although he has the blood of the peony queen Simis and the first king of thorns, Perseus, but the king is still afraid of death, it is precisely because he is afraid of death, so his temper is becoming more and more irritable, if he doesn't want to be scolded too badly, it's best to find a good excuse now, and just push it all on those dwarves.

But what should I say?

"My lord—"

"What!?" the coachman interrupted Barthes's train of thought, annoying him a little, "Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

"I have entered the palace. "It's just a little strange." ”

"What's so strange?"

"I can't see those guards, even if it's late at night, there will be a lot of guards patrolling the palace in the past, but all the way over, except for the person who opened the door for us, there is no one. The coachman's voice was a little strange, "The man who just opened the door to us is also a little strange, I have never seen him, there should not be such a fat guy among the palace guards." ”

Listening to the coachman's words, Baltra opened the curtains, looked out of the carriage, and saw that, as the coachman had said, there was not a single figure to be seen, and only their carriage was galloping on the wide road. The sound of wheels rolling constantly echoed through the inner walls, monotonous and lonely.

Barth also felt that something was wrong, and he had a bad premonition. It's just that this premonition was erased from his mind in an instant, after all, no matter how you say it, this is also a royal palace, even if the end comes, this place should be the last place to miss, what can happen.

It must have been tense for the past two days, so I had a delusion, which is normal here.

A few minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of an ornate palace, which was the king's bedchamber. Barthes got out of the carriage, the coachman hastened to help him with his umbrella, he straightened his collar, and then strode in, so confident that the king would not be able to take his anger out on him precisely because he had already thought of a countermeasure a few minutes ago.

The coachman pushed open the door to the dormitory for him, and Barthes entered, and the coachman closed the door again, and waited outside.

Looking at the somewhat dimly lit dormitory, Barth cleared his throat and shouted, "Your Majesty, Lord Barth, come—"

Before Barth could finish his sentence, an iron arrow shot out of the darkness and pierced his body directly, pinning him to the doorframe. His face was full of incredulity, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at the end of the iron arrow, and there was only one thought in his heart.

The king wants to kill him?

This is the most likely thing. Soon, the archers came out of the darkness, and Bart stared at him deadly, only to see a familiar and unfamiliar face. It took him a few seconds to remember who this man was, and it dawned on him that something had happened.

"Long time no see, Prince. The archer's tone was relaxed, as if he was catching up with an old friend.

"Bowen Moses. Barthes gritted his teeth and called out the name of the archer, "Do you know what you're doing?

"I'm going to kill you, and you're still saying these things. Bowen smiled, "It seems that it is no accident that you were able to induce the king to do something like that to the hunters, you don't have any brains." ”

Barthes finally understands that the East Window incident has happened. Bowen Moses wasn't from the royal family, he was from the other side of the hall, and he was a dying man in the plan, but he was standing here now, talking to himself in a relaxed tone, which means—

"The Lord of Thorns has returned. Bowen said what Barth was thinking, and smiled slightly, "And I know all about you and the Barton family. ”

Barthes was desperate. Once their plans are revealed, but they fail to get rid of the Lord of Thorns and his team, what awaits them is a never-ending war of hunters. Oh, maybe there won't be a war yet, because the team sent to the Burial God Desert is also the last elite of the royal family. As for the guards in the palace, they were all waiting to die, how could they stop the Lord of Thorns and his hunters who had returned from slaying dragons?

He finally knew why he hadn't seen anyone all the way because they were all dead.

Barthes wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth anymore. His throat was full of blood, and he poured blood into his mouth as soon as he opened it.

"The Peony royal family is finished. Bowen's expression cooled a little, "Just a quarter of an hour ago, the Lord of Thorns killed the king with his own hands, and I will stay here and wait for you, the prince." ”

Barthes could no longer hear the second half of the sentence, and his head tilted and he died completely. At this point, the peony royal family was completely erased by the hunters in the hall.

Bowen took the iron arrow from Barth's chest and said softly, "There should always be only one king in this world. ”