(Everyone, Happy New Year, there will be a little less update today and tomorrow, and then the normal update will be restored hh, please give more comments hehe.) ）

The study, which was full of books, still had the soft and warm light as before, and the whole room still showed obvious signs of being cared for, although the owner of this study had not been here for a while, his identity still made it impossible for anyone to inquire about his movements.

The door was pushed open, and Alyosha with a tired face walked in from the outside, the dark circles on the face of this noble young man from Sewintan were still obvious, but unexpectedly, his spirit was much better than before, and some clouds of despair between his eyebrows and eyes were fading a lot on the young man's face at this time.

"The twelfth day..."Alyosha silently remembered the time when his titular "grandfather" had disappeared, and the nightmare that had always entangled him suddenly disappeared, disappeared silently, and in this world, all traces were completely lost.

"Time is the opening time of the big library he once mentioned, and it should have disappeared at that time... Could it be that he failed, no, with his strength, I can't imagine anyone who can threaten him. ”

Unconsciously, his hand was raised and placed on top of the hidden mechanism in the bookshelf, and a throbbing in his heart drove him to open the chamber to determine what was going on with the nightmare that had been holding him in chains of despair.

"Is it a temptation... Is it to test my loyalty......"

The words trembled, Alyosha's eyes trembled wildly, that existence had engraved fear and awe deep in the heart of this aristocratic young man, even if it was just thinking, he would unconsciously tremble because of it.

"Smack!" The palm of his hand slammed against his face, and his five fingers strained hard, tearing flesh and blood, and the tingling sensation pressed all Alyosha's nerves, as well as his soul, which was constantly trembling with fear.

"No, no, no, he said, he won't do these meaningless things, test loyalty, etiquette used to highlight status, it's impossible for him to do, without temptation, he's just missing, Alyosha, what are you still hesitating about, what are you still thinking, do, do!"

Almost all people are like that, when fear reaches its limit, it turns into gratuitous, violent anger, and when the flames of rage consume everything, the person will be able to do anything.

Constantly imagining the consequences of being discovered by the old man brought Alyosha endless fear, and it built up more and more.

But at the same time, the nameless anger in his heart was also burning, roaring, frantically screaming to tell Alyosha that this was his only chance, a chance to get rid of that endless pain and despair, open the secret room, and confirm the state of that guy!

If found......

Alyosha pinched his throat, and there was an abnormally hard object, it was a lich's phalange, and inside it was sealed a seventh-order spell, the Death Finger.

It was something he had bought from exhausting the assets he had accumulated over the years, not to kill the nightmare, but to kill himself.

Before the guy who gave him endless despair did anything to him, use this spell that can be activated instantly to completely annihilate his soul, and let death be the end of his own rather than the beginning of endless torment.

“！” The raging flames burned fear and confusion away, and the impulse drove Alyosha to put her finger on the mechanism on the bookshelf.

In an instant, the flesh and blood of his fingers were blurred, but this pain was no longer useful to Alyosha, who had been burned by anger and had lost all reason.

The familiar spatial fluctuations, the darkness in front of him, and the feeling of vertigo were also completely ignored by the hot brain, and he strode forward, his spiritual power had hooked on the lich's finger bone, ready to release the finger of death from his throat to his head.

The light in the corner allowed Alyosha to see clearly the place where the old man had called the twelve keys was kept, empty, nothing.

The anger was completely extinguished in an instant as if it had been cast with an ice forbidden spell, and at the same time, the courage that arose from the anger at the moment disappeared, and the hands and feet softened, and Alyosha's body fell to the ground limply.

Tears poured uncontrollably from his eyes, swept into his trembling lips and teeth, salty, bitter, indescribable relief that permeated Alyosha's entire body, and the presence that had been weighing heavily on his head, enveloping him in a cloud of despair, vanished.

Out of this sense of relief was born a new emotion, suffering from gains and losses, plus confusion, will he come back and run away...... Run away...... Run......

After the sense of relief came, Alyosha realized that the fear did not disappear with the person at all, and he subconsciously thought about running away.

"Damn, shit!" He slapped himself so hard that his teeth, which had been a little loose from long-term overwork, burst out of his mouth with blood.

"He's not coming back, not anymore!" Loud and self-hypnotic roars, hysterical voices echoing through the chamber.

"Whew, whew...... I'm going to tell the king the news, whether he's a good monarch or not, but Seventan won't be destroyed, never! ”

"It will win, there is no problem with this guy's plan, the only thing that has a problem is this guy, and now that he is gone, then, the plan should be carried out, this war with no way out, Seventan will be the one who wins."

Muttering to himself, Alyosha had the only remaining faith in his heart that dragged his young, frail body toward the outside of the chamber.

The old man died, and he had to tell the king all the information about the Advent rites that he had absolute control over Alyosha and had told him all.

He saw the decay of Seventan and the process of destruction, and he did not want to see this twilight kingdom crushed into the dust of history in the war.

Using his staff as a crutch, Alyosha stepped out of the building for the old man and got into the carriage driven by the coachman with a special status.

"The ...... of the palace" stared at the direction of the palace with bloodshot eyes, and in a hoarse voice, he gave the coachman an order to advance.

Alyosha was no longer haunted by the nightmare, but instead became more and more insane.

The coachman glanced at the guy who had gradually fallen from a promising young man with the temperament of a scholar in his eyes, and the crazy appearance of this guy at the moment made him not strange, he had seen the final state of many guys who served the old man, and it was a little surprising that this guy could last so long.

It didn't matter what happened to this crazy fellow, the coachman threw up his horsewhip, and whatever the hell this guy was going to do, he would always be just a coachman, and all he had to do was to take the passengers to their destination, whether it was the palace or wherever.

Along the way, Alyosha's eyes swept over the surrounding environment, bleak, lifeless, even if it was spring, the temperature was no longer freezing and biting, but the city of Seventan was only full of dead silence, and the excitement when the temperature warmed up in previous years was nowhere to be seen.

The carriage drove through several streets and finally drove directly into the palace, and the guards did not stop the coachman after confirming his special identity, and let the carriage enter.

Get out of the car, take advantage of the passage of the Royal Academy, and walk into the place where the king is, as the direct handover of the old man and the kingdom, Alyosha's identity is enough for him to do so.

In the palace where no light penetrates, where the king is located, the building that should be magnificent is only another feeling of gloom due to the lack of light, and the ironclad soldiers standing silently and solemnly around the throne stand in two rows, bringing a bloody atmosphere in this gloom.

"What does he ask for......

The king sat on the throne of a man whose face was obscured by the shadows, and whose figure and face could not be seen clearly, was the king of Seventan at this time.

Although he couldn't see the figure clearly, he could tell from his voice that his age was definitely not big, and he was even immature, and it was hard to imagine that the king of a country would be such a young existence.

"No, no, it's not what he asked, Your Highness, he is dead, and he will not come back again, what I want to tell you is all the information he gave me, what he concealed from you, what he did, all this I tell you now, as long as Seventan can survive, and ask someone to record it, I will start narrating it now."

Alyosha's words were a little confused, with a stammering and incompatible, but the meaning of his expression was already clear, this was a bombshell, he died, who was he, the creator of that plan, and the maker of those "gods", he would die?

"......" The young and somewhat excessively old king was silent for a while, and the room where the throne was located was dead for a short time.

"Loyal people of the kingdom, please speak." In the shadows, an being, who was supposed to be the Minister of the Scroll, stepped out, holding a magic scroll and pen for recording.

The key to everything is to make those "gods" whole, to gather, to let the ...... Alyosha speak with some madness, and the minister of the scroll records everything Alyosha has told in sync.

Time passed, and the information hidden by the old man gradually exposed to the king, and the long narration made Alyosha's voice hoarse and dry, and finally, when the last news was spoken, Alyosha coughed violently for ten seconds, and finally looked at the shadow where the king was.

"Don't fall the king's flag! Your Highness! The fanaticism in Alyosha's eyes was undisguised.

"Thank you for your loyalty, and all that you have done for the kingdom will be remembered." The king's words came out of the shadows, with smiles and approvals.

"No, that's what I'm supposed to do, I'm going to ...... ......" Alyosha said excitedly, the king's approval making his blood boil, but the words broke in his throat before he could finish speaking.

Looking down with incredulous eyes, several sharp swords stabbed out of his chest, mercilessly drawing blood and internal organs out.

The trembling words of "this ......" rang in his throat and vanished, along with Alyosha's life.

I don't know when the solemn armoured soldiers surrounded Alyosha and pierced his body as he professed his loyalty.

"The back hand left is very successful, and it will be triggered when it loses the suppression of that guy, loyalty occupies his consciousness, and sure enough, that guy still has a lot of things left......"

The Minister of the Books watched indifferently as the soldiers took Alyosha's body away, and the pre-buried hand would distort Alyosha's will after losing the man's suppression, and all loyalty would make him tell the monarch of this kingdom everything that the old man had hidden.

"Your Highness, are you ready to make up your mind?"

The Minister of the Scroll looked in the direction of the throne.

"I have already made up my mind, as the old monster said, all the unbearable at this moment is only a labor pain, even if I give everything and die, Seventan will not die with me."

The king's words were a little too young, and there was only determination in them.