It had been less than ten days since the assassination of Edward III, but the situation in Augustus had become increasingly volatile, with the fall of two pillars of the duchy and the complete purge of the Brenda family. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The day after Bai Huang and the others left Augustus, Richard began the second purge in a bit of a hurry, perhaps he was using this to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, but his actions seemed to be expected or calculated by someone.

The Royal Knights began to bloodied the large and small forces in Augustus mercilessly with an extremely tough attitude, whether they were overt or covert, as long as they were the prey of targeting, either to take and ask to become the royal family's money bag, or to offer a large amount of wealth to show their loyalty, these actions depended on the strength of each force, but all of them were taken by the royal family A large amount of money.

This act of being indistinguishable from the robbers brought Richard's popularity to freezing point, and the city was full of curses, but when the blood stained Augustus's sewers, the men had to suppress their anger and hibernate in humiliation.

Many people think Richard is crazy, but only a few know that this man, who has no sense of belonging to the Holy Duchy, is simply amassing the wealth that can re-establish a kingdom from the ruins, and for this he can do whatever it takes to catch the fish.

Augustus's West End was naturally affected by this turmoil, but I don't know whether to say it was cowardice or foresight, as the leader of the West End, West End Kirk gave almost all his wealth to show his unparalleled loyalty to Richard, and the other small forces in the West End also did not spare any property under the leadership of West District Kirk, so compared to the rest of the city, the West End was unusually calm.

Yet beneath this calm is a turbulent and chaotic undercurrent.

In the criss-crossing underground world of the West End, dense civilians walk in the narrow aisles like ant colonies, their pale but bloodshot eyes reveal a hysterical frenzy, and their constantly wriggling lips seem to be silently chanting something, everyone comes and goes in a hurry, led by their respective leaders into the deep dark rooms, even if the door is closed, there are faint bursts of unusually sharp screams and whimpering wails.

In the center of the underground world, in a hall decorated with strange decorations and a tangled sense of disobedience that makes people's hearts seem to tear apart, a fat and balding old man stands in the center of the hall in a straight formal suit, like a mime actor on the stage. His fat belly held the collar button of his formal suit as if it was about to pop open, and he puffed out an unlit cigar with a smile on his face, a little happy.

Such an old man does not have the slightest majesty as the leader of the West District, but just standing quietly makes people feel a sense of absurdity and grotesqueness from the bottom of their hearts, as if he is not an old man over half a hundred years old, but an indescribable monster. No, if that kind of monster is visually intuitive to make people feel fear, then West Guy Kirk is to make people look in their eyes but don't know where the fear and horror come from, until the monster that gushes out of the deepest part of their hearts swallows themselves up, and they understand that there is fear everywhere, and the biggest horror comes from the dark places in their hearts that they have never faced.

"One more day......" A low, eerie word rang out in the silent empty hall, but Westcock kept the cigar in his mouth, standing motionless, as if waiting for something.

In a banquet hall in the central district of Augustus, Rogge, who was also a fat man, stood quietly in the center of the hall, his eyes slightly closed, motionless, and only after a while could he see his hands gently rhythmic, as if he was pulling something.

This is the banquet hall for the royal family, although it has not been demolished, but because of an incident a few years ago, it has been put on hold and almost abandoned. Yes, this is the banquet hall where Lilina sealed the demon projection in the first place, and now Rogge wants to use this place to re-summon the demon lord.

Of course, it was only the remaining projection in Lilina's body, for which he had been here for two days, and at this time, both the aisles and the hall were densely covered with obscure runes. The black lines are like the most mysterious and beautiful art painting all over the floor, walls and even the ceiling, throughout the banquet hall, and the lines in the hall are entangled, without the slightest redundancy and abruptness, as if the hall was built like this, mysterious and gorgeous intertwined, beautiful and mysterious.

The sound of clattering footsteps suddenly sounded in the hall, deliberately made to remind Rog of his arrival, otherwise his master would have been able to silently walk through the ceremonial hall.

Rogge's right hand arced down with force, like a musician using a baton to make the last beat. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the man who came—Moses in a playful outfit.

"Ritual ready?"

Rogge glanced at him, as if to say that it was not you who came to bother me and it must have been done now, "I can do it tonight, but you, you have to take care of those two guys, I have a bad premonition, something unexpected may happen tomorrow." ”

Moses nodded and said seriously, "I will take care of the third princess and Ekad." ”

"I mean, don't let those two go out and make trouble, what if you don't see the royal city demolished, Elsa is still in the palace. ”

When Moses heard this, he couldn't help but nod vigorously in agreement and said, "Makes sense!"

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Little by little, time passed in the dignified air of Augustus. Soon, night fell, the stars dotted the night sky, the moon was shining, and the wisps fell on an old man through the cracks in the bars of the cells of the Bastille. He looked at the bright moonlight, and shook it with his hand like a child, as if trying to catch it.

He smiled, the moonlight was naturally out of reach, but his hand suddenly clenched as if grasping something, and he looked at the night sky through the iron window, thinking that the moon would be rounder tomorrow night, so he turned and walked out of the cell. There, the head of the Royal Order was quietly waiting for him.

The old man was about to meet a man, and he did not first put on his sumptuous and elaborate gown, as he had done before, but walked with the knight commander in a prison uniform under the quiet night sky. There was a distance from the royal palace in the Bastille, and they could only walk on foot in the secret passages, so the old man, who had long since lost his prime, had some gasp, but he still persisted, and there was a smile on his face that had been forgotten for so many years, no longer lifeless, no longer serious and rigid, and now he was full of vitality, just like the imperial prosperity they were about to usher in.

No matter how long the passage was, when the old man passed through the secret door and came to a study lit with an oil lamp, a gentle and magnetic voice sounded in the room.

"You're here, Donald Than. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

On this night, all the characters began to surface, waiting for the perfect time to take the stage, in this stage called Augustus! )