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The brief silence was finally broken.

"Have you thought about it?" asked the old mage, but he had already stretched out his hand, and a finger-thick silver jar was caught between his fingers and handed to His Royal Highness the Prince, so that even the slightest sound of breathing disappeared in the vast hall in an instant.

The young prince was silent for a moment, but finally he reached out and took the bottle, drew a part of his sword, and slashed it across his fingertips, and he put a few drops of blood into it, drop by drop.

After dripping with blood, the bottle began to permeate little by little, as if it could be vaguely seen, and the blood gathered in a ball and rotated slightly. And when the ** master took out another bottle with his backhand, two subtle mist gushed out from the mouth of the bottle, forming a spiritual swinging line, intertwined with each other.

No, it should be said, there is no mixing.

The smoke of blood writhed through the space, gradually moving closer to the center, slowly spinning, but straining the heart of each observer. The time of an hourglass scale flowed little by little in the silence, but from beginning to end, the two red mist still continued to rotate along the same axis, until finally they transpired and disappeared into the air, still divided into two distinct groups, without any of them merging with each other.

How so?

A group of people could no longer suppress their whispers at this time, and their random speculation immediately turned into noise.

No one knows the exact effect of this magic, but if the blood cannot be fused, does it mean that there is no relationship between the two men? Could it be that the decision of His Majesty the King was not some kind of conjecture after a long stay in bed, but a real fact?

"Master Benjamin, can you take the liberty of asking what such a result means. With a soft thud on the table in front of him, calming the commotion around him, the Marquis of Vladimiah spoke for the first time.

"Represents between contributors of two bloods. There is no connection with zài. The teacher's answer made the surrounding atmosphere extremely strange all of a sudden.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the young prince, watching the stunned look on his face that gradually turned into anger.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean by this?" he said slowly, "You mean that my blood has no connection with His Majesty?

"Yes. ”

"So, what are you waiting for? Congratulations to you for catching the biggest impostor in the entire kingdom of Tumenis. This is a legend that will last through the ages, isn't it?" the prince's voice was as usual, only with a hint of anger and mockery.

"Wait a minute,"

At this time, it can calm everyone down. There was only the voice of the ** master: "Not at all integrated?" He frowned and muttered: "As long as it's human." There will be more or less similar parts of the blood. But why is this completely non-fused? It's a human and non-human species...... No, only beasts have this kind of problem. ”

"Master, you mean that he is actually a monster who has turned into a prince?" asked Vladimi, who was beside him. But he paused, and then cursed himself in his heart - this is not a trivial matter for those thieves! and it is pointless to characterize the incident at this time. It should be the first to give this daring fake to ......

"No!" Benjamin looked up, his eyes flickering. "You!" he asked the secret agent, "Are you sure you took the blood from the king?"

......

"You're deliberately trying to make things like this? It's strange, why would you deliberately let it turn out against you?"

"Because a friend of mine used to say it. Money falls from the sky, it is better to lose it and regain it. ”

"It's better to get something extra than nothing?" and that's one of the stupidest theories I've ever heard. ”

"It's a unique way of thinking, and feeling...... I'm afraid that a higher creature like you may not understand. Moreover, this sentence is about psychological feelings, not real questions of gaining or losing. James replied in thought: "Edward said that what is obtained after twists and turns is easy to deepen the impression in human cognition, and the process of losing and gaining again will double the stimulation of the human brain to make them produce greater feelings, joy, or anger, which can be multiplied." This is the human being, a small but great creature. ”

"It sounds like you have a lot of respect for this Edward. But as a human being, do you really think that he must be smarter than you?"

"His wisdom is not comparable to that of a fool like me. However, please take action now, dispose of that king's majesty, there is no need to hide anything, just kill it. ”

"This ...... It was obtained by the inner attendant, and ordinary knights could not approach His Majesty lightly, which was also for the sake of safety......"

The commotion in the hall fell silent with the words of the head of the Hidden Knights of the Kingdom, and he lowered his head to avoid the awe-inspiring gaze of the ** master, and the half-bald forehead of the Marquis of Vladimi had been rendered with sweat. Although he followed and monitored the process of obtaining blood from His Majesty the King, he really didn't pay attention to it, and now that he thinks about it, the container of blood is very small, and it is actually very easy for a few chamberlains to do something to exchange blood.

Because of His Majesty's stern order, everyone's attention would naturally be focused on His Royal Highness the Prince, who would have thought that there would be some reverse effect in the facts?

The captain of the Hidden Knights secretly grinded his teeth - fortunately, the magic of the ** master is fine enough, otherwise, this is almost a frame-up without a trace, no one will question the spell of a ** master, let alone think about the source of blood, then the fate of this prince can be imagined.

"Be smart!"

Shi Leng snorted. I don't know if it's a satire on those who have swapped their blood, or if it's Flakimi's shirk. Then he stood up: "Little one, follow me." He nodded to Strand, the coldness in his tone that seemed to have some signs of melting. But the young prince was stunned: "Your Majesty, he's not in ......" His gaze swept over the door on the other side of the hall, but then fell silent.

Obviously, that Majesty's mental condition is no longer normal, so a stand-in is also a normal action.

So behind the two men. Everyone got up and followed, but was intercepted.

"Your Majesty's body is still a little weak, so don't come with you. Vladimi's voice reverted to indifference, but the mask-like smile of the Marquis of Jasper appeared in his field of vision at the right time: "Your Excellency, I know that you are concerned about the safety of Your Majesty, but the loyalty of our old friends is also dedicated to our Majesty, isn't it?"

The secret agent of the kingdom and the chancellor of the treasury stood silently opposite each other, and when their eyes met, they both saw a strong suspicion in each other's eyes.

The power of the Hidden Knights of the Kingdom is forever hidden in the shadows. No one really knew what they were made up of except His Majesty, but as the king's most trusted courtier, the Marquis of Jasper knew a little bit - at least that the kkk had the right to meddle in most matters in the palace, especially after that assassination, when the original internal guard had been replaced by their members. So. If Vladimi had that intention, it would have been easier to do these things.

The Fernandis family is in recent generations. It has begun to face a crisis of gradual fading. The sensitive suppression of his relatives of the same generation, as well as his loyalty to his deceased wife for more than ten years, exacerbated this embarrassment...... Especially in sight, if the two princes are killed and alienated one after another, then the bloodline of the kingdom is very likely. It is going to fall into the hands of the side lineage, and among them, the golden pelican who has the ability to meddle in the affairs of the harem, his son seems to be a descendant of a few relatives of the emperor's majesty......

The brief standoff soon came to an end. Because the voice of the ** division had already sounded: "Which guys below the earl, let me stay here honestly!" So everyone fell silent again, and after a short eye contact, only six people began to move, following behind the two marquis.

This strange procession shuttled through the long corridors of the Louvre, and some clever servants had already prepared in front of them, so that there was silence in the place they passed, and the rustling of footsteps made people's hearts seem to be covered with a layer of gravel.

Hanging his head slightly, following behind the dark cyan robe, James quietly reached out and pressed the corners of his forehead and eyes—

In his mind, the strange voice had faded away, as if it had never been before—just a moment earlier, when his plea fell, a black mist had rushed out of him like a spring of water.

But this thick darkness seemed to be an illusion that only appeared in front of his eyes, and no one would find out. Even the mist-like darkness deliberately circled twice in front of the ** master, making James almost feel like his heart was about to jump out of his mouth...... But from beginning to end, the ** master has been asking about the blood, and has not paid any attention to the darkness that passed by.

Did this guy really understand his intentions?

Or what is this thing that suddenly appears and disappears? He calls himself 'master', and the only thing James can think of is the 'master' of Master Thomas, is it a more advanced mage with great power? No, no, his description of humans, gods, and the magic web is enough to explain his identity.

A powerful ...... Unidentified creature.

Doesn't he really want anything from him, as he says, for nothing, or does he ask for his soul as he says the demons and devils do?

If the loss of the soul is the price of gaining power, do you really need to hesitate?

The corners of the young prince's mouth raised into an indifferent and mocking smile - the answer may have already been obtained, right? If he could gain enough strength, the power of revenge, Roopal von James Junior would not have any scruples about anything, even if it was the most terrible result of the legend.

Sighing softly, he suddenly raised his head.

The pace of the division was fast, and the corridor had almost reached the end, but just as the two doors were pushed open by the leading marquis, the prince's brow suddenly furrowed—a corridor in front of him was quite empty. But there was something urban in the air, and a very subtle ...... Peculiar smell.

A very eye-catching taste.

Taking a deep breath, the young man's brow furrowed the more he wrinkled.

He was already echoing the smell...... That's one of several flavors that seem to be used to these days, but the problem is that there's something symbolic about appearing here...... It's terrible.

Because that's ...... The taste of blood.

In addition, the emptiness of this corridor is really unnatural.

Just in case, it would certainly be a good idea to move the emperor to another secret residence. However, this place does not seem to have any deeper protection from the structure of the building, so the manpower aspect is particularly important.

There's nothing here

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It's no longer a room, it's a hell.

Or, hell or something. It's not an accurate description, the exact description is...... Blood.

Those two magnificent doors. It seems to be the entrance to another world. The white walls, the vine-patterned wallpaper, the golden illumination, and the green of the golden-red plants in the setting sun...... The myriad of qiē is divided in this square realm that is seven feet high and ten feet wide, and when the line of sight passes through this realm, the information that can be obtained is purified into a monotonous process.

Bloodstains. Bloodstains, bloodstains, blood, blood, blood......, blood Thick blood. The faint blood, converging into a pool of blood or scattered blood spots, spread out on every inch and every minute of the plane around is a dazzling scarlet, and the outline of all the objects in this palace can be distinguished from the sight, but the original luxurious or elegant colors and decorations have been completely covered with scattered red! It is flowing and solidified, with a little purple-brown, moist or a little dry red......

"Sorry ......"

The Marquis of Jasbeth suddenly woke up from his stupor, and the terrible fishy breath rushed into his nostrils, causing a violent churn of internal organs, and the earl covered his mouth, but this subconscious action could not maintain his elegant demeanor as a nobleman.

The smell of blood was so strong that it almost condensed into substance, even His Excellency, the head of the Hidden Knights, who was known as acting in the dark and claiming to have seen the sea of corpses and blood, kept trembling in his Adam's apple, and he had to use his willpower to suppress the feeling in his stomach that he wanted to get out of the door.

With a wave of his hand, a storm swept up, blowing away the thick smell of blood.

"Majesty!"

"It's Majesty...... O gods!"

"Impossible......"

Everyone, including His Majesty, has ...... All......

Because if you look closely, there are actually quite a few jumble colors in this scarlet. Yellow or green or white, soft and sticky...... The human entrails were scattered among the blood, like decorations for the sake of an extreme evil taste. And in the middle, a few things that are placed separately in some particularly high places are even more conspicuous.

Human heads.

The chamberlain, the maid, the guard...... More than a dozen heads were neatly stacked in the space of the fireplace, like an absurd and bizarre background, and in front of them, as the main body, was the head of a middle-aged man resting on the wine table.

Godless eyes seemed to be indifferently scrutinizing the courtiers in front of them, as if mocking their incompetence.

It was as if the muscles responsible for opening and closing the eyes had been paralyzed by the great fear, so they couldn't even blink......

**The teacher lowered his gaze slightly, his face sank like water, the furrows on his face seemed to have increased by half, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were trembling imperceptibly.

Of course, a king's residence cannot be unprotected, especially here, because it is not the palace where he originally lived, so he also specially carried out some spell protection, but now, a qiē is born so quietly, the scene is so tragic, but the spell traps here have no signs of being touched, and even those temporary magic circles rendered by blood stains have no warning!

The opponent is one in the end

"Ah, accidentally, the power released is a little bigger, and those things you here who call themselves gods have made this ...... Well, it's called the Magic Net? It's really helpful for the convergence of energy. ”

James felt his own

What kind of power is this?

In fact, he knew that until the door was opened just now, he was still only suspicious of this self-proclaimed master's voice, although the other party helped him delete the bloodline monitoring of the ** division, although he also let the other party kill the king, but there was no real sense in his heart.

But now, the reality has fallen with a real volley as heavy as a mountain, James looked at the blood red, still staring at his king's head, feeling that he was struggling a little bit into the whirlpool of fierce thoughts fighting with each other, and soon he could (to be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better, newer and faster!)