Standing in front of the throne in the throne hall, Berrion Marcherus with his hands behind his back had a satisfied smile on his face, looking down at the Marquis Holard Minest, who was standing below with a numb expression.

He enjoyed the moment—after decades, he finally saw the old thing's angry face again. He will never forget the last time on that night when he was only half a step away from the crown, the old thing had always stood on his side, and the Minest family had always thwarted his ambitions.

Now, one by one, those who had supported his brother Horace had either died of old age or had been crushed, and only Mercer and Holard remained—one now betrayed by his own men, and the other, standing in despair before him, looking up to him like an angry reptile.

If there was anything in the world that gave Berion the most pleasure after the fulfillment of his dreams, it was not some amazing girl or an endless amount of money, it had to be the angry and fearful, desperate expression of Horad Minester, or simply the sight of his angry eyes, as he was now, was enough to satisfy him.

"Venerable Lord of the Seals, the Knights of the Sacred Tree and the Legion of the Capital Guard, are slaughtering your people in front of the Radiant Cross - forgive me for the next wording, but I seriously suspect that you are behind this, and that you are the ones behind such a brutal act!"

Still expressionless, still calm as water—from the moment he made up his mind, Holard knew exactly what Berion was going to do. The only thing that was beyond his expectations was that he would be so fast, decisive and sharp. It is even possible to do so outside of the Radiant Cross.

And as far as he knew. The scope of this massacre was definitely not limited to the Templars. At the gates of Xicheng District, on the streets outside the headquarters of the Knights of the Sacred Tree—and even in the entire Dongcheng District—anyone who did the slightest unusual act would be immediately "suppressed", or more appropriately described as killing.

In the face of such chaos, he did not think of how to stop it, nor how to quell it, but to solve all problems with a larger chaos - all problems were created because of people. So as long as the person disappears, the problem does not exist.

Killing people doesn't solve the problem, but it makes it go away - food is scarce, so just kill some people and the problem will be solved. Simple and brutal, from head to toe reveals a strong smell of blood and corpses.

"Massacre, people of Turin?" Berion suddenly laughed, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Minister of the Interior, what do you think of this—don't you know that the gentlemen of the Garrison of the Capital and the Knights of the Sacred Tree are now. They are doing their best to maintain the rare peace of the entire city of Turin. ”

"The people who fought with them were all gangsters and rebels who had endangered the peace of the city of Turin. Trying to use their hypocrisy and some acts of protest to cover up their sinister intentions, to create chaos and destruction and to make the whole city restless - what I want to do now is naturally to eradicate these unclean 'wicked people' and restore the city of Turin to its original state?"

"Think of the massacre as counterinsurgency, and tyranny as justice. With endless mockery in his words, Holard bent down to salute Berrion: "You have really benefited me a lot, Your Highness Berrion Marcherus. ”

"Your rude words and deeds are enough for me to put you to death!" A trace of anger flashed in the corner of Berion's eyes, but then he recovered a lot: "But I am in a very happy mood today, so I can forgive you for this little disrespectful behavior." ”

"Can you share your joy with me, the humble Secretary of State for the Interior?"

"Joy? no, no, no, it's a tragedy, at least for a lot of people. Berion suddenly changed his words and pointed to the throne behind him: "Our king, Horace Marcherus I, has only one week left to live. ”

"The priests of the Radiant Cross are sorting out his last words and the last 'legacy' and will he left for Turin as the monarch of this kingdom. Barrion said lightly: "Do you know? Your name has also been included in the ten names of Horace's legacy, and in the future, there will be a sculpture of your own on the road to glory of the Triumphal River outside the city of Turin." ”

"That's my pleasure. There was a hint of sadness on Berion's calm face - no matter how much he didn't care, when he heard the news, he couldn't help but feel inexplicable pain.

Horace Marcherus, the man who has overcome too many impossibilities and accomplished too many impossibilities, is about to usher in his last moments.

"Don't pretend there, Holard Minest—the only thing you regret now is that I was the first to get the news, and not my dear Anson nephew, who is still waiting for his coronation. Berion sneered: "Let's all be honest with each other, after all, we have come to this point, and there is no point in lying and pretending." ”

"So, why did you call me here?" Old Man Holard said slowly, "I'm afraid it's not for the security and stability of Turin City, right?"

"Why not?" Berrion asked with a smile, "Isn't this the most serious problem in Turin right now—if you want to deal with it, of course, you have to be brought in." ”

"Why?"

"Why? It's a question for another person. Barrion snapped his fingers slightly, and another figure appeared in the empty throne hall. The sound of heavy iron boots sounded from the shadows, and Gaio Valens, who was walking with an equally expressionless face, stood at Berion's side with the hilt of his sword in his left hand.

"While battling the gangsters of the Radiant Cross Church, Grand Master Gaio Valence has received a very important piece of information, and it is very surprising. Berion pretended to be a gesture: "Those gangsters, they actually said that you are the mastermind behind them, and that all the rebellions that are happening in Turin City now are instigated by you, this is simply too frightening!"

"There is great respect for you, but the law is the law, and no one can break it. Berion's voice was cold: "Maybe we can think about it now, what kind of grand occasion will it be when this result spreads throughout Turin City?"

"But I would like to ask, apart from the 'testimony' of someone who was tortured to extract a confession, do you have any other evidence that I am behind all this?"

"Perhaps. Berrion smiled, "Maybe there is, maybe not, but that's enough—if someone stands up and says, 'It's all Horad Minest's doing.'" ”

Berrion suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, like a child playing a game, and looked coldly at the isolated old man standing there: "You or Mercer Kane, you all live under the wing of Brother Horace, you are too accustomed to the so-called rules, guidelines and laws, you think that as long as you follow these, you will be invincible!"

"But I'm sorry, I don't care about the consequences, and I don't care what happens if I break the rules - it doesn't matter, whatever the way, as long as I'm the one who wins. Berion smiled proudly: "Welcome to a world ruled by bad boys, where the 'fist' is the law, the rules!"

"Well, dear Gaio Valence, just as we agreed. Leng Yan swept towards the Grand Master of the Order beside him, and Berion's right hand was crossed around his neck: "You can complete your revenge - you deserve it." (To be continued.) )