No one can see through Brand-East, the most mysterious woman in the Empire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info A moment ago, she was the lover of the bed of the major nobles, and anyone could invite her to the bedroom as long as she had enough money and power.

The next moment, she was a dazzling Valkyrie again, her long golden hair reached waist-length, the antlers on her armor were shining, and the long sword forged in black steel made her look heroic and upright, and there were few enemies in the north, and Cisse's heirs were defeated by her sword.

In the next moment, she was a saint as pure as snow, her eyes were as blue as a lake, her skin was as white as crystal, and her expression was safe and holy, and no one would doubt her chastity at first glance.

Now she was clasping Arthur Stanley's hands tightly, with tears in her eyes, as if grief was eating away at her heart - but who knows if it was true?

She tried to touch the arrow stuck in Arthur's shoulder with her hand, but Arthur held her back in severe pain: "The arrow is poisonous." ”

His face was blue, and his amber eyes were almost closed, but he still tried his best to open them, as if he were afraid that in the blink of an eye, he would lose the most precious thing in the world. The knowledge he had learned in the seminary had given him how to delay the onset of the poison, and at this moment he wanted to hold Bai Lan in his arms, but he was afraid of defiling her and causing her harm.

Bai Lan withdrew her hand and gently stroked Arthur's hair: "Don't be afraid, the Golden Palace is close at hand, and my father will send a 'bird's beak' to treat you." ”

More soldiers swarmed up, others chasing the crowd that had just sneaked up. The three Assassins who jumped into the carriage were killed instantly, some of the people who threw burning sticks disappeared into the alleys, while others killed themselves before the guards could capture them.

This was a well-prepared murder, and under the search of many troops, nothing was found.

The carriage staggered into the Golden Palace, which was in a dilapidated state. The horses' hooves were constantly stumbling over the broken walls, and the soldiers quickly carried their future king into a leaky bedroom, the best place in the Golden Palace that the Duke of East had found.

Arthur Stanley was almost unconscious in the jolt, but he still used his only mental power to keep the spell running. Now his willpower is stronger than ever, and perhaps he has not been so desperate to survive in the first half of his life.

Holding the woman's hand, his consciousness blurred, he sometimes saw himself and the woman enter the Sanctuary, putting on a crown and pearl necklace for her, and sometimes he saw himself wielding a wooden sword, fighting young Turing-Stanley and Haysa Larson.

Then, he saw that his brother was still sitting on the Golden Throne, and Hezza was smiling at him with little Carter in his hands. He pulled the fat little hand of the Rarakat and told him that sitting in the center of the empire was none other than the greatest monarch of the Iris Dynasty.

Suddenly, everything was gone. He saw the corpses of Hesse, Turing, Haisa, and Brandy, and he stroked them one by one, touching their stiff skin, their blackened corpse spots, their chapped lips, their half-open eyes...... He didn't seem to feel anything, only a deep cold.

Eventually, he became very calm, as if this was the real world. He only saw the truth under the surface of prosperity.

The last corpse he saw was himself. He saw his emaciated limbs tormented by a long illness, sunken eyes, dilated pupils blackened, stiff tongues sticking out, and a mass of maggots trying to burrow through his abdomen.

He awoke from his nightmare to find that Brand-East was long gone, and he was no longer in the rickety carriage. Cold droplets of water were falling from the ceiling, dripping onto his chest and abdomen.

Presumably this is the source of the nightmare. Sometimes he felt a burst of chills, and sometimes he felt unbearably hot, and the whole person shivered involuntarily.

He vaguely saw a man wearing a bowler hat and a beak mask, slitting his veins and letting the black blood flow out.

A voice came from his ear, and he tried to open his eyes, and found that it was Kai-Easter, the lord of Ice Soul City.

"Live well, don't lose your life before you ascend the throne. Kay East's expression was like frost.

"Assassin...... If you can't find it, it's just that. Behemoth...... You can't swallow it in one bite. Arthur opened his chapped lips and felt his throat burst into flames, but he tried to say something to the ambitious Northern General.

He knew what the Duke of the North would do next. When the northerners deal with the enemies of the north, they will kill all the men in the village as long as they capture a village, and let the women strip naked in the ice and snow, and after having enough fun, they will also slaughter them like sows, and the last fire will burn the village to the ground.

Known for his brutality, the Black Sword would nail the heads of his enemies to the walls after his victory, and let the wind and snow dry their torsos and turn them into a landscape in the north.

Now, he was anxious to find evidence that any of the Silver Eagles, Cisse, and Bailin had attempted to murder the prince in order to find an excuse to send them to the black prison or put them on the gallows.

Even if he really couldn't find any clues, he would make up some and use this as an excuse to go to the streets of the imperial capital and massacre. Those who oppose it will be branded "treason" and sent off in droves.

Arthur showed his cowardly side at this time, with two purposes, first, the blood of the people would torture him doubly, and he could not bear to have someone shed innocent blood for him. Second, he can't become the puppet king of the deep valley and the ice soul, and he must do everything he can to show favor to another alliance of interests, and of course he can't let the black sword sink the enemy in one fell swoop.

"Your Royal Highness, I think you should be more worried about your own health. Esther was still unrecognizable, and no doubt he thought that Arthur Stanley was only a merciful and weak man who would say such a thing at this moment—or he would not have agreed to install another Stanley as king.

"Murder is also detrimental to the fate of the nation and to the health of the king's bloodline. Arthur argued, "I cannot ascend to the throne in a wail, and the Sanctuary will not crown me in blood." ”

Kai-East sat down in front of the Prince's bed, stared at him for a while, and suddenly drew his dagger and gestured in front of Arthur: "Your Royal Highness, do you know how many people this knife has killed?"

"When I was fighting in the North, I used this little guy to skin fifty people and cut open the stomachs of one hundred and seventy-six people, and I can't remember how many people's throats I have cut. He patted the prince on the shoulder, feeling Arthur trembling violently.

Therefore, state power has never been lying in a woman's arms or on a pile of money, and it can be stabilized by talking. If I were you, I would definitely open a bottle of good Wind Thunder Town wine and drink it. ”

"Open your thighs, a few more women, and make yourself a little more happy. As for war, whether it's in the Golden Palace or outside it, it's not for you to open your eyes. ”

Kai-Esther continued to play with his dagger, a chill glowing from the flowing water on the black steel. (To be continued.) )