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The hand is a pale hand.

The man slapped his hand on the table, like a rushing wind, but he couldn't make a sound...... Because the table top was repeatedly destroyed by two extreme temperatures, hot and cold, before it came into contact with these hands, it turned into a strange powder that was neither coke nor ice chips.

"I'm going. Lucas said calmly.

"No, you can't. Brandon replied with a tired look on his face, it seemed that the topic had been discussed many times.

The Principality of Guy had a drunkard's red face and garlic nose, though he never drank. He also has strong and solid muscles, and every inch of the line outlined by the close-fitting cloth is full of explosive power, but unfortunately he is very short, only about 1.5 meters, and sometimes he can't see Lucas's face clearly when he looks up.

Size and strength are not necessarily linked. Tall people are good at opening and closing martial arts, short and sturdy people are good at clever and treacherous offensives, the so-called Wen Wu is the first and there is no second, and no one is necessarily better than others.

As an ordinary person, Brandon's martial arts have been perfected.

However...... After all, he was an ordinary person, not a descendant of divine blood. No matter how big the cup is, the capacity will not be larger than that of the lake, and that's the reason. What's even more tragic is that as a high-ranking figure in the Knights of the Burning Sun, he knows the existence of supernatural powers, even better than some people who have mastered them, which is a terrible torture for a warrior.

If a person has lived in a poor ravine all his life and has never seen the outside world, he may live a life of contentment. But when he has seen the world of flowers, but can still only live in the ravine, his heart can no longer be at peace.

Therefore, he hated Lucas Guy very much, and in his eyes, Lucas was a profligate disciple. Lucas's power could have been used for greater causes, could have helped the Knights of the Sun to spread the glory of the Sun God across the continent. But what is he doing?

There was nothing to do with the military exercise, but he didn't look at the generals' formation, but just picked out the strongest soldiers in the army to fight with him, Brandon felt that it was better to change the name of the school field used in the military exercise to the fighting field. Ignore government affairs all year round, make private visits all day long, go everywhere to find powerful mercenaries and wandering knights to compete, and never lose......

Lucas is largely responsible for the weakness of the Gay army and the chaos of the Duchy of Gay. As a warrior...... Sub-Secretary Brandon had to admit that Lucas was the most formidable fighter he had ever seen. But as the head of a nation, Lucas has neither talent nor hard work, indulging in his own interests.

Now he has to take risks in order to fight with the cultists, how can Brandon agree!

"Don't think I'm just a muscular warrior......" Lucas spoke coldly, and no one could hear his emotions, "I'm sure that the cultist isn't an ordinary person, and if I don't make a move, no one in the entire Duchy of Guy will be able to deal with him." ”

Brandon retorted, "You're playing into the hands of the cultists, and he's luring you out." ”

"We have no other way, if he continues to kill, my army will be unstable before the Hill Empire attacks. If more than a dozen people die in front of your house every day, and the city garrison can't catch the murderer, can you sleep well at night?"

"It's just a cultist...... Not necessarily as strong as you say. "Brandon has killed more cultists in his life than in the groves on the edge of El City, and he has killed several people who have been possessed by demons and have extraordinary powers," Yesterday when your officers came to ask for help, I sent one of the strongest men in my personal guard to investigate the matter. ”

Lucas was shocked and exclaimed, "What! how can you do that!"

Brandon looked displeased, and replied, "What? You doubt the strength of my subordinates, although that young man is not as ...... as you."

"No!" Lucas excitedly slapped off another corner of the table, "If he kills the cultist, where will I find such a good opponent! I have been nesting in this tent with you all these days, and the fighting spirit in my heart can no longer be restrained!"

Brandon said frantically: "And you don't think with muscles!?The problem we should be concerned about now is how to make good use of the people sent by the church, I have no experience in commanding magic troops!"

Hearing this, Lucas suddenly calmed down and recovered his iceberg face, but his gaze at Brandon was a little strange.

"Those Divine Troops...... I'm afraid it's not for the Empire......" Lucas couldn't get this sentence out of his mind, and he was still a little resistant to the Knights of the Burning Sun's headquarters asking Brandon to be killed.

He had been cared for by Brandon in the years since he became Grand Duke Guy, and it is impossible to say that he did not have a little affection. But for the sake of their own people...... He knew that he had not done his duty as a Grand Duke, and at least this time, he had to have the courage to bear his sins in exchange for the lives of his people.

"Sister...... Am I really doing it right......" If he could, Lucas would love to use his life to get his dead sister back, his sister was much stronger than him, "If you're still around, you might be able to withstand the attack of the Hill Empire...... You don't need to sacrifice anyone, and you don't need to do things against your will......"

But he knew that he was just delusional, and no matter who it was, it was impossible to stop the army of the Hill Empire with the strength of a small principality. The total population of the entire Duchy of Guy is only about one million, and the army that the Hill Empire has gathered on the border has 500,000 before it has been deployed, which is really not an order of magnitude.

Other principalities could be combined into a coalition army to request reinforcements from the Rhine Kingdom, but the geographical location of the Duchy of Guy meant that it had only one way to surrender...... Either surrender or destroy, the White Sect is not an idiot sect, and will not let a living force that refuses to surrender to its rear in the process of going south.

The city of El is the last battle, if the Duchy of Guy does not surrender...... The slaughter of the village and the slaughter of the city will become the slaughter of the country, and all the men in the prime of life will probably be killed or reduced to slavery.

"...... Aluca," Lucas prayed in his heart, "the fate of the Duchy of Guy is in your hands......"

In Lucas's speculation, the cultist who killed people in a serial manner was probably Aruka's disguise, and wanted to lure out Brandon in this way, so he kept asking to arrest the cultist himself. As soon as he walked out of the tent, Brandon would inevitably go out with him. After all, no matter how much Brandon hates Lucas, as the branch minister, he has to protect the safety of Grand Duke Guy. A responsible person will never let likes and dislikes affect judgment.

Thinking that Aluka did not hesitate to turn into a devil for the sake of the mission, Lucas was both moved and ashamed, and wanted to do more.

Unfortunately, Brandon still refuses to agree...... Lucas can't leave all the elite knights guarding the door and break out of the camp, right? Brandon will definitely stay in the big tent and ignore him, so what's the point of going out alone?

When Lucas was at a loss, a middle-aged knight named Mogre walked in outside the tent, one of Brandon's personal guards.

Mogre is usually a serious person, but at this moment his face is even more cloudy like a mourning concubine, and his uncle's characteristic cloudy eyes are like a lake full of reeds, and he knows that there is no good news without him opening his mouth.

Kyle died. "Mogre has inherited the fine tradition of the Knight of the Sun and is straight to the point.

"What!?" Brandon stood up from his chair in shock, "where's the murderer?"

As the immediate boss, he naturally understands Sir Kyle's abilities. The result of eating a move of the Sun Fist at close range is not just as simple as being blind, even a descendant of the divine blood with extraordinary strength will be killed on the spot.

Mogre shook his head and said, "The murderer didn't leave any clues, and it was cleaner than the killer's hands and feet in the killer's guild." ”

Brandon sat back down, his face sinking and his head bowed. No matter how many Guy soldiers died, he didn't care. But Sir Kell's death was like a sharp knife cutting a piece of flesh at his heart, and he had brought these children by hand......

"The brethren want revenge......" Mogre said in a tone that was not like a request for instructions, but rather an informant, "Lord Lucas, you may not like what I say next...... Even if we want to level the Guy army barracks, we must find the murderer. ”

Instead of getting angry, Lucas stood up and stared at Brandon and asked, "Are you still going to be a shrunken turtle here?"

"Well......" Brandon let out a long sigh, feeling that he was suddenly a dozen years older, "let's go...... Go see Kyle's corpse. ”

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The soldiers of the third squad of the Guy Army were in a panic.

For the first time in their lives, they saw more than thirty elite knights, more than a dozen black-clad priests, plus Archduke Lucas Gay and Branch Minister Brandon at the same time. Usually they can see any of them running to the tavern to blow for half a year, and they have experienced the situation today...... Blowing to seventy or eighty is never a problem.

Sir Kyle's body was still next to the weapons tent, covered with a white cloth. Brandon didn't speak, and no one dared to touch the corpse of an elite knight.

"How did he die?" Brandon asked before lifting the white cloth, so that he could be mentally prepared.

"Decapitation. Mogre replied simply.

Brandon lifted the white cloth and saw Sir Kyle's head resting on his chest, his familiar face turning iron gray, and two lines of blood and tears streaming down his closed eyes, whether it was the murderer's intention or Sir Kyle's soul expressing resentment.

“...... He was insulted. Brandon felt his ears buzzing, and a hard, sour mass of air was blocked in his chest, and the mental preparation he had just made was useless, "This is not the way a glorious knight should die." ”

His voice was calm, the calm of the storm.

Mogre, who was following him, said, "Yes, this is not the way a knight died. ”

"That lost lamb shouldn't do this to a knight......" Brandon was trembling, his eyes bloodshot, and his voice was steady as if he was reading a textbook, "I want him to pay......"

Poor child...... He should have died on the battlefield, squandered every drop of his blood, used his life to compose a magnificent epic, and then ascended to the kingdom of the sun god and became a warrior of the gods...... Look at it! He clenched his fists tightly after he died, how unwilling!

Wait a minute......

"Why is he holding his fists?" Sir Kyle's abilities don't require the use of fists and kicks, Brandon sensed something was wrong, "Mowgre, break his hands away. ”

Mowgray crouched down and tried to break Sir Kyle's clenched left hand, but couldn't do so, turned to look at Brandon and shook his head.

"Break. Brandon said coldly.

Mogre hesitated, but didn't say anything. Several crisp voices sounded one after another, and the faces of the elite knights who were watching showed unbearable expressions, and the black-clothed priest wearing a cloak and a hood hid his face in the shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he didn't know how to feel.

A white piece of cloth falls out of Sir Kyle's left hand.

Brandon looked at the cloth and pondered for a few seconds before asking, "Go find someone and ask if they have a white-clothed priest in their barracks." ”

Soon...... A man known as the Divine Messenger surfaced.