The newsboy shuttles through the streets of Fort Midknight, the imperial capital, and conveys an exciting message in his immature voice:

"Extra! The wizard and the dragon are dead! It's the hand of our brave Emperor, His Majesty! ”

The citizens who were worried and nervous finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the great sacrifices made by the dragon hunters, the sorcerer and the dragon were not allowed to escape the country, and the victims were given the title of national hero, as well as double the honorary military pension.

In order to celebrate this great victory and boost the morale of the nation, the emperor is preparing to hold a grand military parade at the end of the month.

Seeing that the name of the commander of the Dragon Hunter Force was not on the list of people to be read, the Emperor was quite surprised.

The Prime Minister explained: "Major Roger Hunt was reluctant to participate in the parade because of the loss of his comrades, and his troops suffered heavy casualties, with only 71 of the more than 800 people alive, most of them wounded. ”

The emperor understood this:

"I know, we must do a good job of pacification, solve the problem of the placement of the widows of the victims, all the wounded will be sent to the nursing home of honorary servicemen for treatment, and the expenses will be paid for by the royal fund, and the heroes must not be allowed to shed blood and tears."

On the day of the parade, the Empire's top brass gathered on a makeshift platform in the Third Avenue Plaza.

The Reserve Youth Army, the Regular Army, the Imperial Guard, the National Guard, the Militia and other troops lined up in a neat phalanx, marching to be inspected by the Emperor and the citizens of the Imperial Capital.

As a phalanx of cadets walked past the reviewing stand, a tall drummer suddenly drew a pistol from under the snare drum and fired a shot into the center of the reviewing stand.

The bullets hit the wooden supports, the music stopped abruptly, and the spectators fled in all directions, and the troops on parade were at a loss for what to do with their rifles.

The scene was a mess, and the members of the royal guard of Jinhu Palace swooped down, and the people pressed down into a pyramid, almost suffocating the person who fired the shot.

It took a lot of effort for the general in charge of on-site security to find out the assassin.

This person is a blonde boy, who looks like he is thirteen or fourteen years old, and he is angry and unwilling.

Court Generalissimo Neulai said in a rough voice: "If this bastard wants to assassinate His Majesty, he must be an assassin sent by the Voodoo Sect, and he will be locked up in a dungeon for torture and interrogation!" ”

"Voodoo assassins? I don't think so, just an ordinary military cadet. "Empress Salantos took the marshal by the shoulders:

"Bring him up, and I'll interrogate him personally."

The Assassin was tied up in a large bag of twine rope and carried up by two strong men, and the ministers and generals cast hostile glances at him.

The emperor himself was calm and asked:

"Guy, are you shooting at me?"

The boy spat on the ground with blood, and scolded:

"That's right, it's a pity that I didn't have good marksmanship and couldn't kill you, the dog emperor!"

"Hell, are you going to fucking scold again?" Marshal Neulai unsheathed his saber, he admired his monarch the most in his life, and could not bear any negative evaluation of the emperor, let alone scold him to his face.

"The knife in Lao Tzu's hand is not long!"

Xue Liang's sharp saber was pressed against the immature neck, the young man held his head high, his face flushed, and he looked like he was not afraid of death:

"It doesn't matter, I don't want to live anyway, if I want to kill or chop, listen to it!"

Neulai's brain was hot, and he wanted to teach the other party a lesson in blood, but was stopped by the emperor.

Saratos stretched out the iron hook of his left arm to hold the saber:

"Put away your weapon and untie him."

Neulai was so anxious that he was sweating: "But ...... But Your Majesty, this bastard wants to kill you......"

"Alright, don't do it, do as I do."

"Hey...... Well......" Neulei could not resist his monarch, and glared at the assassin with fierce eyes:

"Ghost, if you dare to fucking move around, Lao Tzu will chop you into ribs and feed them to the dogs!" Then the loyal marshal cut the rope with his dagger and kicked him in the ass.

The young Assassin was kicked to the ground, his front teeth bleeding, and he crawled up covering his mouth.

Salantos handed over the silk handkerchief: "Here you go, rub it." ”

The boy slapped his handkerchief off: "I don't want your charity, you bloodthirsty tyrant!" ”

"Hell, you %¥......" Marshal Neulai was about to have a seizure when he was pushed away by the emperor.

"Kid, you're a Valstad, right, why did you assassinate your own emperor?"

"For my hometown, Furtlassberg." The boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "My sister...... She was burned alive with Molotov cocktails! ”

"What?" Salantos' whole body was shocked, and he looked very guilty: "How do you know? ”

The boy clenched his fists and said, "We found her diary when we cleaned up the rubble, and the last few pages of her life were written in crooked handwriting. ”

"What is written?"

"The survivors took a shelter and there were twenty-three people, clergy, workers, officials...... There were also pregnant women and babies, zombies outside scratching the door frantically, everyone was expecting the army's rescue, but in the end they waited for Molotov cocktails. ”

Salantos lowered his head, not daring to look at the boy: "It's so desperate, I don't know what to do......"

The boy stepped forward and spoke aggressively: "My sister,

Her name is Cecilia, and she is a lively and lovely girl.

The person she admires most in her life is you, His Majesty the Emperor, but in the end she was betrayed by her idol! ”

"I ...... I didn't have any other options at the time......"

The Emperor, who had always been tyrannical and domineering, suddenly became distracted, and the victim became like a sinner in front of the Assassins, unable to hold his head up.

"Don't shirk responsibility, you killed her, murderer!"

The Imperial Prime Minister Dali Einfurt could not bear it anymore and stood in front of the monarch to defend her:

"Guy, don't make a fuss like a victim, you are not the only one who has lost your loved ones, my hometown Tagarvi has also suffered a tragedy, if the plague spreads, the victims will exceed 100,000."

The boy was unmoved: "How many people have died, and what does it matter to me?" My dear Cecilia is gone, and my whole world is crumbling. ”

"No, I know how it feels." The Emperor turned his back, not wanting others to see his tears.

"Guards, take this assassin down and wait for the Imperial Inquisitor to be released!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Two tall, strong Guards soldiers, one on each side, snatched the boy away as if they were catching chickens.

Dali Einfurt looked sideways at the Emperor,

He knew the emperor best, and she said this to the ministers and generals, as a monarch, he must establish his prestige, and he must not condone the provocateur to return with his whole body.

Upon returning to the Golden Lake court, Salantos secretly ordered the release of the Assassins in the dungeon.

Dalí knew that his suggestion would not be taken heed, but he warned again: "It's quite inappropriate for you to do this, and when he grows up, he will continue to assassinate." ”

"It's okay, I'll wait for him."

Sarantos took a sip of champagne and sat down in a high-backed chair with a tired body:

"It's really tiring to be alive, but I can't die yet, Valsta still needs me."