The palace named after the founding king of the country, Chester I, is located in the middle of Augustus, and is magnificent but elegant, solemn and gorgeous, with the weight of hundreds of years of history and the epoch-making atmosphere of magic and technological innovation. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night is dark and the wind is high, but the main road leading to the main hall is as bright as day in the soft magical light, and a beautiful and luxurious carriage is pulled by four purebred euphloyds, this sturdy and elegant Pegasus has a trace of sacred blood, the male is Euffloyd, the female is Euffloyd, it is a rare magical beast that is hard to find, and many masters in the field of animal taming and breeding have tried various methods from ancient times to the present, but they cannot be cultivated. As a result, the increasingly rare and sacred elegance of Euffloy and Euffloyd became more and more sought after by the nobility and became a status symbol.

The carriage, engraved with the coat of arms of the Brenda family, came down the main road to the palace without hurrying, and the carriage came to a slow halt, with no extra servants on board, except for a well-dressed coachman with gray temples who jumped out of the carriage and supported an old man in an intricate and luxurious dress.

This kind of ghost weather where you can sweat on your feet and sweat while sitting still is already considered solemn without being naked, but this old man with a serious face and no anger and self-authority still meticulously wears a dress that can never be taken off without three or four servants to meet the king, what does it mean?

Well, in fact, this does not mean anything, don't over-read it, in fact, everyone in Augustus knows that Archduke Donald has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he likes to wear clothes that take half an hour to wear everywhere, regardless of the season, regardless of the weather, regardless of the place. However, even in this sweltering weather, the thermostatic silk clothes lined with clothes can still make the old man feel cool, and will not let this first minister of the Holy Principality be burned to death.

It seems that whether it is a small person or a high-ranking aristocratic lord, there is no shortage of people with all kinds of scab habits.

However, a small imperfection did not affect the more majestic position and power of the prime minister, Edward III had a high prestige among the people, but if it was said to be awe, the old man carried far more weight in the hearts of the people, especially among the nobility, than the moderate king.

The most important authority of the Holy Duchy is the "Council of Thirteen", and Donald's die-hard forces occupy half of it, plus a few wall grasses that are always wavering, it can be said that the voice of the Shayat royal family can no longer play a decisive role, although there is a Privy Council and the Star Chamber Court to contain the division, but there is no doubt that the words of this old man who is over half a hundred years old are much more useful than our dear "Virtuous King" His Majesty most of the time.

"Grand Duke Donald, this way, please!"

An old butler walked with Donald in the slightly dim corridor, I don't know why the aisle did not activate the magic lamp, but lit an antique wall lamp, the dim light of the fire reflected overlapping shadows, stretching and turning on the ground as the old man advanced, making people feel indescribably oppressive.

It wasn't long before the old butler led Donald to a side hall, which was Edward III's most common drawing-room, and the light in it was also dim. The candlelight flickered, and the old butler closed the door, while Donald came to a table alone. There, a white-faced, handsome-looking middle-aged man is elegantly cutting the foie gras on the dinner plate, the tender foie gras is extremely tender, the knife in the middle-aged man's hand barely feels any resistance to gently cut it, and the foie gras stained with the fragrant secret sauce is sent to the mouth, bringing a smooth and thick texture and fragrant taste sensation. Seemingly satisfied with the new product, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Your Majesty!"

At this moment, an old but deep and powerful voice came into his ears, and he looked at Donald, who was slightly bowed, and motioned for him to sit down.

"Donald, come, give this new product a try, the confident work of my newly hired halfling chef, but be careful not to bite your tongue. ”

Edward III spoke humorously, his voice was low and magnetic, he belonged to the type that could make a woman's heart beat faster when he opened his mouth, mature and intellectual, and there was a majesty hidden in his elegance. A head of black hair is combed back and tied casually behind him, and a strand of sideburns hangs down along the perfect face curve, adding a dashing and uninhibited touch to the overly gentle and elegant temperament.

Edward III's first statement was not because of his status as a king or because he was a prince, but because he was the most beautiful man in the Holy Duchy. Even now, who rarely goes out of the palace, he has become a recognized dream lover among women because of his fame and charm.

This white, innocent, elegant man is more elegant than majestic, and he really doesn't seem to be the king of a country, maybe being a musician, dramatist, or writer probably fits his impression in people's minds. In contrast, Donald's prestige is more like a superior than he is.

In the dim candlelight, the two enjoyed a delicious dinner quietly, without saying a word from beginning to end, time flowed quietly like this, and the atmosphere in the living room did not become oppressive, because such a scene often happened to the two, and such a tacit understanding was established over the years.

After a few moments, they both put down their utensils at the same time, and even wiped their mouths in the same way, of course, because it was Donald who taught Edward III etiquette when he was a child. The prince's enlightenment mentor, this identity has long been forgotten by everyone as the conflict between the two sides intensifies.

"Why do you want to do this?" Donald's majestic voice was almost questioning, rude.

"I thought you would ask me what kind of courage I had to do this, when did you become so roundabout, and how did you start forgetting what you taught?" Edward III looked at Donald calmly, free and unhurried.

"Confidence? Brut or the Mage Federation? It's not a bluff that I learned from that hedgehog head!" Donald's tone gradually increased, not like facing the king of a country, but like teaching an unsuccessful student, he reversed the cold and serious of the past, and said with an angry face: "Confident intimidation is deterrence! Now who doesn't know that you have sent all the royal heirs to various countries, is this called having confidence? You are an idiot to be the envoy of various countries!"

"Donald! watch your tone! This kingdom hasn't fallen yet! I'm still your king!"

"Listen, where is this like a king should say, this is your confidence?"

"Enough! If you're just here to taunt me tonight, I think you can go back!"

Donald stood up, the anger on his face gone, he bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, please don't let this beautiful country be burned to the ground because of your anger. ”

"You and I both know that they, these betrayers, will kill the Shayat family without leaving any stone behind, so that no one will be able to judge them for treason, and the Holy Empire will become a character in the vast history of history. ”

Edward III sighed, then turned around and left one last word: "Donald, we are going to die, and you are going to be stray dogs without a "home", can you really accept such an outcome?"

"Your Majesty...... Uh......"

Edward III turned again when he heard Donald's response, but he didn't seem to hear the slightest strange struggle in his voice.

Poof! The faint sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh sounded in the meeting room where pins could be heard, followed by a muffled grunt full of pain.

"Donald......!

A small dagger full of ominous aura pierced Edward III's abdomen, the wound was not deep, but the magic guide on Edward III's body to protect his life shattered one after another, and a gray color full of death and silence instantly spread to his whole body, forming a series of hideous and terrifying lines, like dry bones and claws, coiling around the whole body.

And the other end of the dagger was in the hands of an old man with a crazy smile on his face and chaos in the depths of his eyes.

......

On the night of the Star Chamber trial, news that exceeded everyone's expectations shook the entire royal city.

Prime Minister Donald assassinated Edward III and was arrested and imprisoned, and Edward III was stabbed by the legendary dagger "Roland's Death Finger" and fell into a half-life-half-dead state. This legendary dagger has always been the possession of the Dead Realm, and the royal mission from Brut was all under house arrest that night, and it is said that the princess Elsa was wounded by the legend during the conflict between the two sides, and the blood stained the night red, just like the undercurrent that Augustus was about to set off, every drop of blood red.

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