The plan is going very well, and the people of the empire may be a little unhappy, and there will be a feeling of being led by the nose. But things have developed to this point, and it is basically difficult to undo. When Kevin bluntly took out the skeleton to frame the Smecta countryman, Van Memeer did not object at the time, and then he couldn't say it clearly if he wanted to overturn the case, after all, he was on the side at the time, why didn't he say it earlier?

The empire, of course, does not like the feeling of being led by the nose, and at the same time, it certainly does not want to sell allies if possible. But the empire has one glaring flaw, and that is that the execution is not efficient. If something is known, an emergency, they will naturally have a plan, but if it is a less urgent but completely new problem, the group of people will have to meet repeatedly.

It is likely that Van Memeer and they are not monolithic, and his subordinates may also have differences with him, this person thinks it's okay to sell the Smitta, but that one thinks it's not okay. Unlike Kevin's side, he almost alone has the final say, and even the ambassador cooperates with him.

And this shortcoming of efficiency undoubtedly allowed Kevin to escape. In the Honor of the Dead map, Van Meer had to make some compromises due to the threat of catapults outside. And when he came out, the threat was gone, but he needed a meeting to make the next decision. Kevin hurried up and put all the on the heads of Smitta's people that night, creating a fait accompli.

If everything can go according to Kevin's idea, then it will be beneficial to almost everyone, the entire necromancer incident will come to an end, and the Church of Light can completely end all things here and withdraw all, and with the withdrawal of the Church of Light, it will be more convenient for the empire to act secretly, and Kevin will not only clear the suspicion of stealing secrets, but also break into the organization of the empire and the necromancer.

The only sad thing is the Smida countryman, he is not very innocent, but he is undoubtedly saddled with all the black cauldrons. In fact, this pot was originally Kevin's, and the empire originally planned to use Kevin's head to pay the difference, but unfortunately Kevin threw the pot to him, and he couldn't afford to shake the pot again, so there was no way.

That night, after the Smecta people escorted away, the banquet continued for a while. Naturally, the topics discussed by everyone have all turned into a good show just now, there are all kinds of opinions, all kinds of conspiracy theories, but they are all just talk.

The Imperials left the table first, on the pretext that they wanted to interrogate the Smitter, and at the same time, several other people including McGee, an observer from the Country, left the scene.

If possible, it would be better for the Smida people to die, then there is no proof of death, and it can be regarded as a complete rejection of the idea of overturning the case. But now, it is inconvenient for Kevin to urge more, anyway, as long as the crime is implemented, he has only one way to die.

The feast was dispersed, and everyone went back to their inns to rest. Kevin and the others helped clean up, and then fell asleep, and he slept well tonight. On the other hand, the Empire and the others held an emergency meeting overnight at this time, including several Allied observers who were also present, and there was no need for them to really interrogate the Smecta people, everyone knew the inside story.

At the meeting, the first question was asked, which was, "How did Kevin put the skull in the Smitta's house?"

In fact, the Smitterians did receive the news, and he was very careful to keep the doors and windows closed, so how did Kevin complete the false accusation? Van Mill was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment and replied, "I don't know." ”

This topic did not last long, and immediately turned to the topic of what to do next. So far, most of the people who originally planned to help the people of Smitta have chosen to give up at this time. Kevin has come up with a more perfect statement, and there are skulls to prove it, and if you want to refute this statement, you have to re-establish it.

It's too much work, and the other side is not necessarily in the trap, just an observer for a small country, and it is not worth it. But Kevin is so cheap, and many people are a little unwilling. Kevin's many times in public have upset many people, and everyone has unanimously decided to knock him no matter what.

After discussing for more than an hour, McGee of the Gay Country finally came up with a solution that most people agreed with.

"You can arrange for Kevin to visit the prison, and there may be something interesting in the conversation between the two of them, and even let the two of them go head-to-head, and fake an accident to let the Smitta people break free from the rope. With the strength of Smitta's people, I think most of them still can't beat Kevin, but the sudden attack should make Kevin suffer a little, and it can be regarded as a knock on Kevin, so that he won't be so crazy in the future. ”

"On the other hand, the people of Smitdar died at the hands of Kevin, and there is also an explanation for Smitta, people are not killed by us, if you want to find trouble, you can find the funny country. Once Kevin plays out of his way and is killed by the Smitters, it doesn't matter to us, just express deep regret on the sidelines. McGee suggested.

The meeting didn't last long, because there were no differences. That night, Van Mill went alone to the dungeon to visit the people of Smitta.

Although the Smecta people were imprisoned, after all, as old allies, they were still treated better. The tables, chairs, and beds in the cell were all relatively clean, and no one was tied up.

"Sir Van Meer," said the man of Smitta, standing up, looking very excited, "how can this be?

"Don't get excited," Van Memeer reassured him, "sit down first, and we'll have a good talk." ”

Smecta sat down as he was told, but his face was still blank: "Will there really be a skull in my room?"

"Yes. Van Mill could only help the circle at this time.

"It's impossible," Smitta'd couldn't figure it out, and immediately asked again, "but even skulls don't have anything to do with necromancers, right?"

"It's troublesome," Van Mill sighed, "how could a waiter carry a skull with him?"

"Let's just say that she has quirks, that she colludes with necromancers," it is a matter of her own life and death, and the people of Smecta also do their best to shake the pot, "There is always a way." ”

"But the waiter level is not enough, do you understand?" Van Mill replied.

The people of Smecta were stunned, why did the empire originally want to kill Kevin, not the waiter? Because Kevin is only a good enough level, not everyone has the strength to take the blame, and if a big thing happens, a person of sufficient level must be cut, and if a passer-by is killed, it will not be fooled. The Smitterians participated in this plan, and it was clear in an instant that they were Kevin's replacement at this time.

"Sir," the Smida man fell to his knees and cried, "I ...... I...... I ......"

"Alright," Van Mill frowned a little, "I didn't say you were going to die, why are you crying?"

"Ah...... Really?" the Smecta people cried, their eyes lit up with hope.

Van Memeer secretly gave the Smitt a dagger: "Hide this, I'll call Kevin in a moment." He'll come in and talk to you, and you can find an opportunity to ...... him Yes, you know?"

The people of Smecta were stunned, but they were not stupid: "Kill him, and I can live?"

Van Mill sighed: "It's hard to keep your reputation, but I can think of a way to save your life." I'll replace all the guards with kobolds, they won't stop you. After you finish Kevin, you will flee directly to the teleportation array in the west, where a necromancer will guide you, and you will be a necromancer for the rest of your life. ”

Smecta was silent for a moment, but still nodded, he had no choice at this moment. Van Maier immediately waved to the guards, and everyone tied the Smitter to a chair, but it was a slipknot that could be broken free by force, and the knot was tied on the opposite side, and it was not visible from the front.

"Don't rush to do it when the time comes, when the best time comes, you can talk to him and let him let his guard down. You should hate him when chatting, don't get your expression wrong," Van Mill finally nodded at him, "What else do you want to say?"

Smitta's countryman hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "Why...... Why can't you do it? If you can get Kevin here, then ...... Aren't you more sure of it?"

Van Mill was silent for a moment, just smiled: "It's inconvenient for us to make a move, if something happens to us, it's hard to say when the time comes." You're different, and you'll be a necromancer if you escape in the future, understand?"

The Smecta people sighed and nodded.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Van Mill asked again.

Smida shook his head: "No." ”

"That's good, my guards have gone to call someone, they should be coming soon, you can get ready. After Van Meer finished speaking, the man had already walked outside.

A moment later, Kevin came in with two guards, and he was the only one. At this time, it was already the second half of the night, and Kevin was sleeping Zhengxiang, but he was called out of bed. As soon as he heard that the people of Smitta, he did not refuse, and originally planned to bring the little spoon as a guard, but he felt that it was not so dangerous, and he felt that the imperial people were so strong, and if they really wanted to kill, it would be in vain to have a small spoon.

Immediately followed them alone to the dungeon, the dungeon is located in a remote corner of the city, it stands to reason that there should be other people in the dungeon, at least the host of the auction house, the female light elf who is used as the auction item, etc., these cases have not been closed, and everyone should be there. But when Kevin entered, he saw that the surrounding cells were empty, and only the Smecta people were locked up here.

And the environment of his cell is too good, if there is no fence, it is more like a hotel, and others are tied to chairs at this time. Kevin felt a sense of incongruity for a moment, but Van Memeer came over immediately and didn't let him think too much.

"Mr. Kevin, we interrogated him overnight, but unfortunately he still refused to admit it," Van Mill began, "for this reason I have called you to confront him, and I hope that there will be a new breakthrough in the case." ”

Kevin glanced at him, everyone knew what was going on, what was the point of coming here at this time, but he still nodded on the surface.

Van Meer opened the cell door and went in first, and Kevin naturally followed. The Smecta people stared at Kevin angrily the whole time, but still didn't say a word.

"Is he still silent?" Kevin began, "but too, it's better not to say more." ”

"Kevin!" the Smida man finally roared, "Who do you think you are? You're a weakling! You can't beat anyone! You still like to make a big fuss? You're just a pawn of someone else!"

Kevin was slightly surprised: "What do you want to say?"

"How clever do you think you are? I tell you, my today is your tomorrow!" the Smitterians still roared.

"You seem to have misunderstood," Kevin said calmly, "You're a prisoner now, don't you want to live when you talk like this now?"

The guards on the side suddenly trotted over and reported to Van Mill: "Report to the sir, the people of the Church of Light want to see you." ”

"Okay, then I'll go over right away," Van Mill nodded, turned to Kevin, and said, "Mr. Kevin, you try here first, and I'll go for a while." After saying that, Van Mill immediately trotted out with the Imperial Guards, and the dungeon door was not closed, leaving only Kevin and Smitta, and only a few kobold soldiers in the corridor in the distance.

Kevin frowned slightly: "I feel that this situation is a bit deliberate?"

"Kevin!" Smitage scolded again, "What are you? Your methods are insidious and vicious, who doesn't know that you stole the secret of the chariot? You still want to frame me, do you think others will believe you? impossible!"

"Oh, and then?" asked Kevin calmly.

"You wait, one day, your fate will be worse than mine, you wait!" Smitta's people scolded bitterly, "People who like to use conspiracies to play with others will one day, they will also be played by conspiracy." Hahahaha......"

Kevin smiled, "So, you've been using conspiracies to play with others before, that's why you're where you end up today?"

"You...... Shameless!" the people of Smitage were furious, "The funny country is full of such people from top to bottom, and the funny country will collapse sooner or later." ”

"Sooner or later, what time is it sooner or later?" asked Kevin.

"Tomorrow," the Smittain blurted out, but immediately felt that it was impossible, and hurriedly changed his words, "next year, oh no, at least ten years, the comical country will surely collapse......!

"Oh," Kevin laughed, "it's a pity that you won't see this day even if you don't see it." ”

Smitta: "......"

"I don't know what I'm shouting and screaming," Kevin shook his head disdainfully, "If a big country wants to rise, how can everything be upright? Everything can be put on the table? Just like gold coins have two sides, some people are responsible for the positive, the right way, and the positive publicity, but there must also be negative means to deal with tricky incidents." ”

"To tell you the truth, I am the person sent by the state to do black work, and I am a very serious person, even if it is black work, I don't want to fool around, in this case, then the pit that should be pitted, the pit that should be killed," Kevin spread his hands, "If a ship has to jump down to ensure that it does not sink, I choose to kick you down." ”

Smitta's face was gloomy: "Do you think this is the end of this matter?"

"It would be better if it could be over," Kevin replied, "and if you don't die on this ship, more people will probably die." ”

The people of Smecta were silent.

"This time I'm not talking about clichés, it's very straightforward," Kevin replied, "I don't have any personal enmity with you, and your scolding me just makes me laugh." So if you have any wishes, you can also tell me, if you can do it, I will definitely help. ”

"I don't need to!" replied the Smida countryman grimly.

"Okay, then there's nothing more to say," Kevin turned to walk out, "I'm leaving!"

"Wait!" the Smittain people stopped, "I still have the secrets of Smitta, do you want to hear about it?"

"Confidential?" Kevin intrigued.

"Yes, come here, I'll tell you. The Smitter spoke.

Kevin paused for a moment and suddenly laughed: "You scolded me just now, and you want to talk to me about confidentiality?"

"If you don't believe it, forget it, I'm dying, some things are not over, you help me, I'll tell you the secret. The Smida replied.

"No need," Kevin shook his head, "I already smell danger. From the beginning of scolding me, the purpose was actually to let me come and smoke you, and now to seduce me, you still have a purpose, that is, to ask me to get close to you. Van Mill left suddenly, and the situation was deliberate. And it's so nice in this cell, and you're tied up? Isn't that weird?"

"You ......," the panic on Smetta's face was obvious.

"Alright, don't jump out, I don't know, I'm leaving. "Kevin has already taken out the sword in his hand, it is the magic sword of Fruit Cutting 2.

Smitta's people were annoyed, and they waited for the worst time, but at this time he still resolutely broke away from the rope and shouted: "Ha!"

In the eyes of the masters, it is easy to see which of the two low-handed is strong and which is weak, so most of the people of the empire know this battle well. But Smecta himself didn't count, he felt that Kevin was just a red vindictive scumbag, and even if he faced it head-on, he might not be his opponent.

Bursting with red fighting energy, he lifted the dagger and stabbed it out with all his might. Kevin didn't dare to be careless, and swung out the fruit-cutting sword, which suddenly made a meowing sound. The dagger and the sword collided, sending out a burst of sparks.

The long sword turned around and cut his wrist, but the Smecta people didn't care about it, they simply threw away the dagger, and stretched out their left hand to forcibly step forward and pinch Kevin. Kevin flew up with a kick and hit the opponent's lower abdomen, kicking the opponent back three steps in a row, and his hand was also scratched by the long sword, and the dagger fell to the ground, dripping with blood.

"Still fighting?" Kevin was unscathed.

The Smecta people covered their right hands and did not dare to move.

Kevin crossed his sword, thought for a moment, and finally nodded: "I kind of understand, the empire wants me to kill you here." ”

Smitta: "......"

"It's a bit troublesome, if you kill you, it will be killed by our country, and the follow-up may be more annoying. And not kill you...... It's also not appropriate, you die can really solve all problems. Kevin muttered to himself and asked him, "Why don't you kill yourself?"

Smitta: "......"

After a moment of silence, the Smecta people saw that Kevin did not move, and quickly picked up the dagger, this time holding it in his left hand, and his hand trembled a little.

"Alas!" Kevin sighed, "what other wishes do you have?"

The Smittagers raised their daggers, tears welled up in their eyes, their breath was short, and their whole body trembled.

"It's not a good idea," Kevin mocked, "I've faced death head-on, fought for days and nights, and didn't have your expression." ”

"Ahhh Kevin sighed and stabbed straight through his chest.

"You should have a few seconds to live, but I'm a bard, and I can write you in there, and that's a small compensation," Kevin whispered, "What do you have to say to my readers?"

Tears of blood flowed down his face, and he used his last strength to say two words: "Fake!"

Kevin was stunned and wanted to respond, but saw that he had died of anger.

The Smitters fell, and he really couldn't blink an eye, Kevin sighed and closed his eyes. The two didn't have any hatred, and he died because he was too close to the side of the ship, and Kevin could only kick him.

After a long silence, Kevin made a cut in his arm with his sword. And then he walked out of his cell......

That night was naturally another sleepless night, but these were already details, and after routine investigation and regret, they went home. In the embassy, Kevin updated the latest chapter, writing a bit of a dramatic trick, and when the protagonist tries to add a character to him to compensate for the guilt in his heart, he actually scolds the reader. Is this a lack of humanity or a loss of morality?