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If the war in the south is not won, the new regime will be unable to move an inch, and it will have to bear the pressure of a national rebellion and the pincers of the major families, like a turtle that is out of breath.

In this way, the role of the city of Paliwa is particularly important. The more the rebels in the south consumed the imperial army, the less pressure the new regime would face.

And the warlock named Odin Diggs was more capable than anyone expected. When he plots to massacre the nobles everywhere, Evan thinks he's crazy. As a result, he did not get a drop of blood, and put the blame for igniting the national war on the Queen Mother.

And Lelia, who is already a thin henchman, is even more isolated in this situation, and she doesn't even have the ability to find out who is framing her.

When the Warlock pretended to be a Rister to provoke the Imperial Council to send a heavy army to the south, Evan once again thought that something was wrong with his head. Unexpectedly, he not only held Paliva, but even wiped out the Imperial Army, and Prime Minister Elio Paton disappeared after the war, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

He was even able to get word from the Sanctuary that the Sanctuary would not prevent the coup.

In this way, the hostile Silver Eagle is equivalent to losing its hands and feet, and no longer has the strength to compete with the Northern Alliance, the city of Cisai is difficult to support alone, and Chenxing has no strong army. And Bai Lin saw the benefits, and he would be even more connected with the deep valley and the ice soul.

Now that Arthur Stanley has entered the Golden Palace, the throne seems to have grown under his ass!

I wonder if my father knew what he was capable of when he bet on the Warlock? Odin Diggs was like an all-knowing and all-powerful man in the whole affair, how could a young man who had never appeared in the chain of imperial power be able to sort out these inextricable connections and make careful arrangements? Is it true that the Warlock went to such great lengths just to keep the city of Paliva?

Evan Hale shuddered at the thought of this—what a terrible enemy the Warlock would be if it wasn't an alliance with them but a hostile one.

If he had known that Odin Diggs had quietly shifted the scales to someone else, he would have been terrified.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and he couldn't help but turn his head and see Blanc East on a white horse. She held her saber and her long hair tucked into her helmet and seemed to be smiling at him.

Evan's heart moved, remembering those beautiful nights in Deep Valley City, and his eyes burned as he passed through the woman's thick steel helmet and seemed to see her beautiful privacy. Bai Lan looked at him with affection, as if she understood everything in his heart.

But in the blink of an eye, he frowned again. In order to cement the position of the East family, the Duke of Ice Soul City wants to marry his only daughter to the future king. The father did not object to this.

Crippled, cowardly, short-lived, self-proclaimed clever guy - Arthur Stanley has done nothing but sit in a chair made of gold and have the most beautiful bride in the Empire. Although Brandy is unfit to be a wife by nature, the man's jealousy makes Evan unable to tolerate his lover marrying someone else.

In this way, the carriage bumped all the way, and actually drove on the short Avenue of Glory for fifteen minutes.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and a group of civilians tried to approach the Avenue of Glory while shouting "Long live the new king".

They crowded to the spear-wielding soldiers, as if intending to rush to the wheels of the new king's chariot to offer their best wishes to Arthur Stanley.

Numerous blades and spear tips were pointed at the heads of the civilians, and the soldiers shouted for them to be expelled. But in an instant, more civilians rushed out.

"Thanks be to the true God, sinners are guilty!"

"God bless, my king is blessed!"

These sackcloth-clad men, with daggers strapped to their waists and torches in their hands, were clearly not bold freemen. They threw burning sticks at the soldiers in groups, and the lit sticks smashed on the steel helmets of the soldiers, and for a moment the ranks of the soldiers were in chaos with guns and swords.

Several civilians passed through the gap in the ranks of the privates, and they moved extremely quickly, and in an instant they were in front of the carriage of the new king.

"Protect the Prince!" Bai Lan saw that the situation was not right, and ordered loudly.

Evan Hall's palms oozed sweat and silently stepped to the side. The gang knew with their toes where they came from - the Silver Eagle Alliance would not allow the king of the North to ascend the throne so easily, and since they lost on the battlefield, assassination before ascending the throne was the best way to do it.

The guards, well-trained, quickly stepped forward, while the surrounding soldiers also surrounded them.

However, the Assassins were so skilled that they seemed determined to die, ignoring the attacking army and jumping lightly onto the wheels. One of the Assassins pulled open the window, while the other two jumped in. There was soon no sound in the carriage.

"Assassins!"

The soldiers were in disarray, and the frightened horses began to charge towards the crowd, and the guards were helpless as they watched the Assassin lie on the galloping door, unable to kill them.

Seeing Arthur in distress, Blanc rode her horse to meet the carriage. She raised her sword and aimed it at one of the fast-moving heads. The blade fell, and the Assassin's head rolled to the ground, still clinging to the carriage.

Brandy rode around again, this time she spotted the doorpost of the carriage, and with a slight leap jumped from the galloping horse into the open carriage.

The leap was like a miracle, and the guards around him let out a burst of exclamation.

There was a scorching smell in the carriage, and Brandy saw Arthur gasping for breath dodging an assassin's blade. The other Assassin had already fallen to the ground, his entire head scorched—and she remembered that Arthur had been a seminary monk.

Brandt raised his sword and aimed it at the Assassin's neck, but the Assassin seemed to notice it, and pulled Arthur by the collar and rolled him from the chair to the ground, almost out of the carriage, and Brand's sword stabbed him in the chest, and blood gushed out and stained the windows red.

The Assassin's short blade fell out, and the whole man rolled out of the carriage, but he still had the strength to pull Arthur Stanley out of the carriage desperately.

Half of Arthur's body was pulled out of the carriage by him, and in an instant, several sharp arrows shot at the carriage!

An arrow pierced Arthur's shoulder, and Brandy hurriedly pulled him into the carriage to inspect his injuries.

"Arthur, my future husband. Bai Lan'e frowned: "You are injured." ”

Arthur's face was getting paler, and it seemed that there was something more serious than blood loss that was taking a toll on his health.

"This is the third time you've saved my life. There are some things I'd love to say to you now, but I think it would be better to wait until the wedding and then make promises to you. Arthur's lips had begun to turn blue, and he carefully grabbed Bai Lan's hand, trying to squeeze it, but he couldn't bear it. (To be continued.) )