George Gluck looked at the blood-like sunset and remembered the dying words of the two White Knights. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

How could a knight under a woman's crotch have a sense of honor!

Who would have believed that a caravan composed of elite knights of the empire was actually destroyed at the hands of an alien! It must be that the queen mother, who had more fat on her chest than her brain, did not master the secret of trading with Nan Fung, resulting in the loss of their interests.

At that time, when he participated in the interest group formed by Silver Eagle, Chenxing, and Cisse, he was promised to share the power and wealth of the country, but now it seems that only the Silver Eagle family is full of fat, and the rest of the family is hungry!

It's not even as good as when Turing Stanley was in power!

He rubbed the scroll of paper in his hand repeatedly, his mind numb.

If he joins the Deep Valley and the Ice Soul - will the former Iron Triangle be of greater benefit to him?

What's more, once you join this force that has been squeezed out by the Sanctuary and the current royal family, bloodshed may not be avoidable, is it worth risking such a big anger for a wrath?

This secret letter was not written by the Duke of Hall and the Duke of East, nor did it specify the time and place of the meeting, but it was more like a signal, a temptation -- it was up to oneself, in person, to show one's sincerity.

Two old foxes who know how to use power!

While George Gluck hesitated, the courtiers entered the lord's mansion with the king's emissary.

The messenger read the king's decree before Duke Gluck, on his toes, "Holy Osiris bestows the power of the monarch to conquer the fallen land of Paliva, to capture Carter Larson, the son of sinners, and to purge the evil "traitors." Now recruit the people of Bailin City to fight to defend the glory of the true god and maintain the dignity of the empire!"

George Gluck knelt down on one knee, clenched his fist in front of his chest, and swore in a deep voice: "For the glory of the true god and the dignity of the empire, the knights of Bailin will be called to fight!"

However, the heart of this city lord is like a dead grass that has been ignited.

Compared with the other three cities, Bailin's hinterland is small and lacks resources, and the border blockade should have tightened the belt of this small city-state that could not make ends meet.

Now, the queen mother, who is bent on an iron fist, and the little king who has a brain problem, actually force the city-state to send troops, which is tantamount to adding insult to injury!

George bowed his head, his face cloudy, his family crest dangling in the candlelight—a symbol of ferocity in predation and struggle. The arrival of the king's envoys completely tilted the scales in his heart in favor of another alliance.

In the same bloody sunset, Prince Arthur Stanley lay on his sickbed, looking at the portraits of his brother and Haisa, and felt that his life was short.

Ever since Turing Stanley died under poison, fever has plagued the kind-hearted prince with no desire for power.

The iron-fisted Empress Dowager Lelia almost put him under house arrest in the mansion, and he was not even free to go out to the countryside to get some fresh air!

He coughed a few times and tried to sit up, but he felt empty in his heart, and felt that life was meaningless, so he lay straight back again.

A maid, Lelia's assigned servant, hurried over, helped him up, touched his forehead, and poured him a cup of hot milk.

Arthur even suspected that there was ******** in the milk, and sooner or later, like his brother, he would die under the conspiracy!

As soon as he had drunk it, the feeble prince vomited violently, and the vomit made a mess of the alabaster floor, and the maid gave him a blank look, and turned to get the cleaning utensils.

Hey, life is so painful, why not end it sooner!

Arthur looked ahead, and the sunlight filtered through the glass portrait of the god Osiris in the window, turning orange and blood red. He shook his head, feeling that the gods could not save him.

At this moment, a bird gradually appeared in front of the windowpane, and its back to the sun caused it to be blushed around it, but itself was like a black shadow, blocking most of the idol.

Arthur suspects that he has seen a hallucination.

However, he shook his head with all his might, and found that the bird had not left - he knew that it was a carrier pigeon passed by a mage!

Who will send a message to him, a man who has half a foot in the underworld!

The Four-City Alliance has wooed him, the Lord of Deep Valley City has courted him, and his adopted son Larsen has also sent him a letter.

He lost his wife and children at an early age, and regarded the son of Hazzar as his own, but in times of trouble, he, a dying man, could not do anything!

However, even then, he staggered out of bed and opened the window, shivering in the hot and humid summer breeze. The bird was very tame and allowed him to untie the letter from the ankle ring.

Unfold the paper roll, and there is a blank space on it. Arthur took a deep breath, and the handwriting slowly appeared before his eyes.

"The first king and his deceased father were both killed in a conspiracy, and the sons have established a resistance force in Paliva, and united with Ice Soul City and Deep Valley City to show the evil to the world, and I hope that my beloved father will support him and come to negotiate. ”

The place and time of the meeting were written on the back of the paper, and the inscription read, "Love your son, Carter."

It was not Carter's own handwriting, but it was clearly his intention, and who would deceive a dying man! The adopted son had sent him a letter some day earlier - of course the letter had been withheld, and had been secretly told to him by his loyal servant, and he had no way of knowing the contents of the letter.

Holding the scroll of paper, Arthur's heart swelled, he had heard of Paliva's rebellion, his adopted son was on a dangerous path, and perhaps even abandoned his faith - but what was the use of faith in a world where even evil and righteousness were turned upside down!

Now the opportunity to avenge his brother and Haisa and reveal the truth is in front of him, but the hope of success is as slim as dust in the wind. And for that, he had to step into the river of power strife...... But once in a lifetime, so what!

"Brother, Haisa!" he muttered the two names as if countless sharp knives had been stabbed into his heart, and the wind continued to pour in through the window, and the setting sun was still like blood, and his eyes were obscured with tears, and the scene was blurred.

A sound of footsteps came from the hallway, Arthur muttered, and the light of the fire rose from his hand, burning the scroll of paper—he was once a monk at the Imperial Seminary, just like Hesa.

The maid entered, and saw that the prince had somehow risen and gone to the window, which was open and empty except for the hot and humid summer breeze, and Arthur Stanley lying on the ground, his eyes closed and trembling.

In the western part of the empire, a young and beautiful woman also saw a carrier pigeon that was gradually appearing.

Blanc East is still a guest in Deep Valley City, and she is tired of the beautiful wine every day, and the two Halls are not bored.

The pigeon piqued her interest, and for some reason she thought of the handsome man who called himself the Dark Warlock - how romantic it would have been if it had been a love letter!

She expertly unwrapped the letter on the pigeon's foot ring and retrieved the yellowed roll of paper.

"Ahh ”

"I don't know if I have a tryst with someone, and I don't allow a third person to mix, what a fool. Bai Lan's smile widened. She lifted her feather fan, gently brushed away the summer heat, lifted her brocade dress, and dipped her feet in the cold spring water.

"Ahh