"Ibra, I beg you...... Don't ......"

At this time, King Tihamoil spoke in a dry, small voice.

Ibrayin tilted her head slightly, glancing at him.

The Yako king's face showed mixed emotions of pleading, anticipation, and anxiety, and he shook his head slightly. Everyone didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination, as if the Holy One sighed lightly.

The scene was dead for a few seconds again.

"What do you want?"

Ibrayin suddenly said to Chen Lun.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the hearts that had been lifted were also slightly relieved. Since Ibra said this, it means that the two sides still have room for maneuver, and they are really afraid that the two will fight, and then, just as the other party said, everyone present will be swept into the aftermath of the fight in a pitiful posture of no resistance.

This is too wronged and aggrieved......

"It's better for everyone to take a step back."

Chen Lun still had a smile on his face.

"I can let them go, but only partially, and I'll have to take some people back to 'make a difference', right?"

He actually doesn't really care if he can capture all the people of the Yako royal family, after all, the war is over, and this kind of thing can only be regarded as icing on the cake, making his "resume" look better.

I've got what I really want on the battlefield......

Lots of XP!

Through the continuous struggle of the players under his command, he has accumulated almost five million experience points before and after, which is enough to upgrade the main class to the full level!

Therefore, if it is not necessary, Chen Lun does not want to clash head-on with a Star Sage because of a few members of the royal family...... He was sure to escape in the hands of the other party, but it was indeed a wasted trip.

Just now he calculated that the other party was unwilling to risk affecting others and fight with him, so he deliberately made a fearless appearance, but in fact, he wanted to knock on more benefits.

"Crowned ......"

King Tihamoil's heart tightened, and he called out to Ibra again. The rest of the royal family also became frightened, fearing that it would be them who would be taken captive by this strange man.

Ibrayin was silent and did not speak.

Immediately, I saw him raise his hand and hold it, and the light of the stars flickered. Among the royal family members behind him, five people floated on their own, and they were rudely thrown in front of Chen Lun, making a muffled sound.

The five men, stained with dirt, were stunned for a moment, then cried out in fear.

Among them were Bai Luza, and the old man who had advised the king not to compromise with Chen Lun, and the other three were all middle-aged men, and they didn't seem to be very close to Tiha.

"Uncle...... Uncle! Help me! Don't leave me behind! ”

Bruuza cried out.

"Tiha! Let the Sage re-elect the people! I hugged you when you were a kid! Have you forgotten?! Don't do this to me, I'm a hero of the Moyle family, you ...... You can't do this to me! ”

The old man's face also changed greatly, and he shouted with a hideous face.

Tihamoil was about to say something, but Ibrayin raised his hand to stop him, and the face of the Yako king changed several times, and finally fell silent as if compromised.

Chen Lun looked at the five royal family members in front of him, rubbed his chin, and said softly:

"Only five people? Too little...... Moreover, they are all inconsequential little people, do you want to add another one? ”

He said, gesturing with his hand.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and it was actually in the carriage behind him, and the curtain was lifted to peek at Princess Ahsoka outside.

"No! Absolutely not! ”

The queen screamed in panic.

King Tiha also stopped in front of the carriage with a gloomy expression.

As if frightened, Princess Ahsoka lowered the curtain, and there was a thumping sound in the carriage, as if the little girl had fallen and cried out in pain.

"You'd better stop challenging my patience, Jack."

Ibra said coldly.

"Alright, Your Majesty."

Seeing this, Chen Lun shrugged his shoulders and gently tapped Bai Luzha in front of him with a silver cane, and the other party immediately shut up, trembling and not daring to shout again.

"In that case, then...... Leave. ”

He smiled slightly, his left hand turned into a group of pale snakes, tightly wrapped the five royal family members in front of him, and then took a step forward, and disappeared from everyone's sight with them.

After confirming that he was gone, the members of the royal family breathed a sigh of relief, and kept wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads, and many of them even cried inexplicably, as if what they had just experienced made them very frightened.

The queen hugged Tihamoil tightly and prayed in her husband's arms, as if thanking the gods for not losing her daughter, Ahsoka.

Tiha reminded her in a calm face that the person she wanted to thank was Ibra.

Inside the carriage behind the crowd.

Princess Ahsoka sat down on the ground, her little face pale, and she still had the terrible black-hatted man imprinted in her mind...... When the other party looked at her, she had an extreme panic, and her face, which seemed to be friendly and handsome, was like a lingering nightmare.

Crystal tears slowly slipped down Ahsoka's fair face.

She whimpered and curled up in a ball.

"Tiha, don't blame me, this is the best way to save your family."

Ibrayin then turned and calmly addressed King Yaco.

Tihamoil shook his head.

"I know...... If it weren't for you, everyone here would not have been spared. If Yako is defeated, the United Kingdom of Anlong will become history, and we, the former rulers, will not end well...... Now I just hope to be able to live a peaceful life with my family, thank you very much, Your Majesty Ibra. ”

Ibrayin bowed slightly, and turned around again with his hands behind his back.

"I will continue to fulfill my promise to escort you to 'Mostima,' the capital of the kingdom of Beelzebub...... But after that, you don't have to pray about my name anymore. ”

Hearing him reaffirm his promise, King Tiha knew that Ibra was drawing a line, but he knew he didn't have any chips to keep, so he nodded in disappointment.

It's just that after thinking for a few seconds, he made one final request to His Majesty the Sage:

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you one last thing."

"Say it."

Ibra said without looking back.

Tihamoil looked around, looked at his relatives, and finally said to Him:

"The Rose Royals have never seen us as allies, they are just using us...... I am worried that this trip to the kingdom of Beelzebub will not only not be able to live the life I want, but will also lead to endless trouble...... So, I would like to change my destination, please escort us to the kingdom of Byron. ”

Tiha smiled wryly.

"We'll find a remote corner and spend the rest of our lives."

After listening silently, Ibra took a step forward, his figure fading into a little starlight, and his voice came:

"Yes."

Hearing the promise of the Sage's crown, King Tiha let out a long breath.

Although he felt physically and mentally exhausted, he also forcibly cheered up and beckoned everyone to pack their bags and set off again, as if he had forgotten everything just now, and did not say a word about the five royal family members who had been taken captive.

Sitting back in the separate compartment again, Tiha took a sip of his liquor and silently pulled out a red letter...... On the eve of the war, a letter of alliance was sent from the kingdom of Beelzebub from a duke named "Hodgsonfeld".

The letter was full of promises and compliments, but now it seems that it is full of lies and ridicule. Tihamoil could no longer contain his anger and tore the red letter to shreds.

"Hybrid Rose! You all deserve to die! ”

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Far away in the kingdom of Beelzebub.

The capital is Mostima.

In a magnificent Gothic villa, between the gray high walls, on the third floor of the villa in the center, in the window room, a black-haired man wearing a dark red satin dress and a royal blue vest was writing something at his desk.

Tuk tuk.

There was two knocks on the door.

The maid's voice came from outside the door:

"Duke Hodgson, it's time for dinner, and the cook has made your favorite smoked steak with red wine as instructed, and the fruit before the meal is fresh purple grapes."

The man stopped his pen, looked up and whispered outside the door:

"Okay, I see, let Stephanie take the kids to the dining room first, and I'll go downstairs right away."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The maid responded, and spun around in a chorus of footsteps that faded away.

The man continued to write, the pen slicing across the parchment, making a rattling sound, leaving a trail of graceful black and blue handwriting.

A moment later.

The Duke stopped his pen and nodded in satisfaction.

He first looked at the letters in his hand, tapped them with his fingers, and chuckled to himself:

"The war in the west is almost over......"

The recipients of these letters vary, but the surnames at the end are all "Field", which is the surname of the Rose royal family...... One of them was addressed to Mansfield, the Rose King.

The Duke slowly put the letter he had just written into a blank envelope, picked up his pen and wrote two words on it—

Note.

"Hodgsonfeld, Duke of the Rose Crown, a fanatical believer in the true god of flesh and blood, Lady Rose, and a faithful Lord...... Because of the conspiracy of the royal family members, plotting to support the United Kingdom of Anlong, trying to take advantage of the war to plunder the population, and privately arranging a sacrificial ceremony, the matter was revealed...... In the end, he committed suicide in his villa. ”

The Duke muttered, a smile on his lips even worse.

"Pretty good script, isn't it?"

He placed his suicide note at the top of the pile of letters, and then closed the cap of the black pen.

Reclining in his expensive leather chair, he took another book out of the drawer and opened it leisurely to read, humming a lilting melody in his mouth.

“…… The darling of the sunshine, Prince Dazlet, he has never felt the so-called father's love since he was a child, and even his mother does not know who it is. The brother's exile and his sister's indifference always made the poor prince of the sun feel lonely, and he wanted to do a great thing, a great thing that was not inferior to what his brother had done, so as to relieve his father's worries, attract his father's attention, and make his father proud of him, but unfortunately, this was the fuse of tragedy......"

The Duke read the story aloud softly, as if he had found it interesting, and he would pause from time to time to savor it.

Eventually, he slowly closed the book.

The title of the book is revealed on the book cover—

"The Tragic Prince: Brother and Brother".

"Almost all sequels to stories in the world are labeled as 'failures,' but I don't think so...... These two stories mirror each other, complement each other, and are indispensable. ”

Duke Hodgson commented, and casually put the book back in the drawer.

There is also a book in it, called "The Prince of Tragedy", which seems to be a series with the one in his hand. However, when he stacked the two books on top of each other, they disappeared into thin air.

The Duke turned his chair and faced the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

A purple moon had slowly risen in the night sky.

"Hodgson's fate was replaced by me, which is a good identity, but it's a pity...... The stage on the Empire's side cannot be without me as a host. ”

The Duke shook his head.

"The stage was set up, the script was written, and I gave my beloved lead actor a gift of growth...... Jack, the war in the West should make you ready for the final moments, and I'm waiting for you to make a gorgeous debut. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a fine revolver, aimed it at his temple without hesitation, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

A crisp gunshot swept through the night.

Soon after.

The rapid thumping of footsteps, accompanied by the loud sound of the door slamming, echoed a piercing scream throughout the villa.

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A few days later.

The United Kingdom of Anlong fully surrendered, and the Western War, which lasted for two months, ended in a complete victory for the Empire.

Chen Lun returned from the battlefield with part of the Imperial Army.

Along the way, passing through the territory that originally belonged to the Principality of Yaco, you can see the Imperial convoy from time to time, as well as a large number of gentlemen in suits and leather shoes.

Seeing this, Chen Lun knew that in a very short period of time, every inch of land in the United Kingdom of Anlong would be "domesticated" by the empire...... The powerful and wealthy merchants from Trasur will use their ingenuity and power to develop this place into a new "gold rush field".

At that time, although I don't know whether it will be good or bad for the aborigines of Anlong, at least in terms of infrastructure and technological level, it will be upgraded by more than one grade.

After returning to the imperial border, Chen Lun was separated from the troops of the imperial army.

During this period of war, the cadres and councilors under his command were a little tired, and he planned to rest here for a while, and then find a time to return to the royal city. In addition, Chen Lun also has a purpose, which is to prepare to make a small attempt here......

In a hotel in the city of Wasteland Vulture.

Chen Lun let his subordinates move freely, while he leaned on the sofa in the bedroom, secretly operating the panel, and issued a "small task" to the players.

Mission Name: Operation Woodpecker.

The goal is simple, that is, to search for the extraordinary forces in the city of Wasteland Vultures, but if you encounter someone on the wanted list, you will kill them directly. For the purpose of eradicating the "moths" of the empire, a series of hunting and killing activities were carried out.

Everything has his back.

Local shelters and churches are afraid to interfere at will.

As for the task reward or the basic three-piece set of "experience points", "gold pounds" and "contribution", it is not much, but it is enough to arouse the interest of players.

The reason why Chen Lun wants to send such a mission is not because he is overflowing with righteousness and wants to eradicate pests for the empire...... The real purpose is that he wants to see if he can share the kill rewards of the players like he did on the battlefield.

'If I can, then I'm afraid my next upgrade speed will go to a new level! ’

Chen Lun thought expectantly.