Andlos was no longer encouraged, and returned to his seat. He sat with restlessness. He simply couldn't understand why his kind would treat him like this. What's going on with his family's enemies? The Agapatheids have no enemies. But if that's the case, he starts planning, just in case. He first mentally recorded who was armed and where they sat or stood in the room. This helps him stay disciplined, which is not an easy task.

The old Philistine stood up, walked gracefully, and stood before the king, near the middle of the clearing, so that all could see and hear. Pleased with everyone's attention, he said, "The great king probably knows that seven generations ago, my family was also kings, the proud tyrants and reformers of Dikaia. We ruled for four years with the love of the people and the support of the majority of the nobility. That slave's family was the main culprit in forcing us to leave our legal status. Since then, we have been quietly and skillfully opposing his fathers, delaying the disintegration of all their wealth and power. Here are deceptive land deals, there are agreements torn up by third parties. I won't go into the details, but ......."

Andrekles had a hundred fragments in his head at once. dwindling family land, his father's suicide, his own misfortunes......

The man walked away slowly, his chin drooping and his brow furrowed. Andlox discovers that some of his murderous intent is radiating on its own without him realizing it. It wasn't enough to do any real harm, but he could hear people walking around panting in fear. He tried to put it away, but it resisted him.

It took him a moment to fully realize how angry he was. It was an old, low-burning anger, an anger that he could not understand or explain, that drove him deeply. Galeries Lafayette's words drew it out, adding fuel to its fire, blowing the embers into flames. He closed his eyes and tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't. The more he paid attention to this feeling in his heart, the more bitter and angry it became. It consumed all his efforts, and the flames grew higher and higher. The death of his father was heartbreaking. His mother abandoned him, returned to her own family, and was never seen again. With no property, he did not have full citizenship for the rest of his life, could not vote, and could not attend the congress to know the war in which he himself would participate. Twenty-five years of wandering, his wife didn't like him, and his neighbors almost forgot about him, killing people he didn't care about. Everything was in vain. It's all for old grudges.

He stood up, thinking about what to say before starting the massacre he had dreamed of for months.

Atfil, the only person in the room who didn't seem to be affected, clapped his hands twice and said, "Bring the flowers in!" He has to be ready for his performance. ”

The toolbox must have been outside the door, as he was immediately pushed in and stumbled inside. He grimaced at Androx's rage, but kept going. This time instead of wearing a dancer's costume, he wore plain clothes - a thick, pale woolen shirt and trousers that were tucked around his ankles, giving him room to grow. Overall, his gear looks neat and clean, and the bruises on his face have largely subsided.

"Come, child, sit on my lap and I'll sharpen the knife." Arsafer said as he pulled out a scimitar dagger and a whetstone. Flower cautiously walked up to Altfeld and sat down as instructed. The boy tried to pretend that nothing had happened, but no one could fool him, especially when Arsafer put his arms around him and began to scrape the whetstone. Flower ventured to glance at Androl a few times and blinked secretly.

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Soon. Soon, he will kill all of them. Kill the king's men, old Fillian with a knife in the back and his guard, the prince .... But not now. He can't yet, unless Flauer is killed in front of him. Not yet. He took a deep breath, focused his thoughts, and swallowed his murderous intent with a pure will. I tried it twice.

"Excuse me, dear guests, what were you talking about? The prince said nonchalantly, pointing at the newcomer with a whetstone. The newcomer stood nervously, as if he was going to pee his pants.

Everyone's eyes fell on Androx, who sat down again. This time it was closer, not in his usual position. The kind of careless indifference he deliberately displayed at such gatherings was not like that. Instead, he sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees and faced Arsafer, his expression making him afraid to hurt his son. Arsafer ignored him, not even taking his eyes off his sharpening knife.

Androx's focus on controlling his anger made his thoughts clear, and he realized something important: the judges of Dikaia wanted to hear it all. Androx now knows who this man is. He was the son of Syksnyko, one of the four founding families. Long ago in people's memory, they established a tyranny, but it failed, in part because of Androx's own family. A

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Okles never heard the full story from his father before he died, and there is no doubt that many things are now lost forever in the passage of time.

The curly-haired young man licked his lips nervously and continued, "Where did I say it?" How can I believe what I just saw? But I will say, O king, all things are ready. The house of our last enemy collapsed, and only the king's slaves remained. It's time to stand up and reclaim our rightful place as city rulers. Our house is sturdy, and we have prepared enough soldiers for this task. However, even so, we want to be completely sure of success. ”

Hearing this, Saxeny gestured to his Celestial Thunder Guard. The two men with the sacks stood up, and everyone in the room was watching the sound of the coins moving as they were placed at the young man's feet.

He smiled and continued, "For this guarantee, we want to hire as many demons as the king has given us. We have brought ten talents of gold, O king, and silver for ten. Look!"

The Thunderbolts ripped off the ties from the sacks and turned them upside down, allowing the gold to spill onto the ground, causing a shocked gasp from the crowd. The king's eyes widened and he leaned forward. The escorted cat people silently returned to their positions.

"O king, we have so much gold in the treasury of Digaya, and even more. We are willing to pay any price. Our victory must be overwhelming, undeniable, forever reverberating in all its glory and in the world. How many demons will the king give us for this price? How much more money can he give to guarantee the next payment? Saxeny said. He bowed gracefully.

The king stood up from his seat, stretched out his hands, palms up, and made an inviting gesture. "I know your family and your city. I foresee great benefits from collaboration. Therefore, I, the alien king of Lugubelenus, declare that you will have twenty-nine demonic berserkers, for I cannot give you any more. At the head of them were our two hundred of the most elite cavalry. ”

Arsar stopped sharpening his knife and glanced up at the king with a hint of surprise. It was the first time Andrew had seen true emotion in the prince's face.

The king sat down again, this time stiff and solemn. And he said, I beg thee, except the ten talents thou hast brought, and I beg thee. Conquer your people and elevate you to your rightful place. When your job is done, I will hire your best soldiers to replenish my own army, as I still have a lot of land to occupy. Your family may be rich, but I hold the fortune of a great king. Fulfill my wishes, and we will rule like a brotherly empire. We will erect a stone to commemorate our vow to separate the North and the South. You will have the sea and the beaches, I will have the mountains and the dense forests, and no one will be able to resist us. ”

The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers. The men shouted in approval, stomping their feet, clapping their hands, and banging plates with cups and horns, and the walls trembled. The king only let it go on for a moment, and then raised his hand to signal that the audience was silent. He said, "Take out my biggest spear and give it to my nephew!"

After a while, a slave burst into the room with Andlox's spear. He knelt before the messenger of the earth and held it. The man stepped forward and respectfully accepted it. He took a closer look at its intricately decorated hilt and eternally shining spearhead. He raised his eyebrows to indicate that he was impressed.

The king said, "That spear is my slave, the last possession of those whom you call Androclus." I have never seen such a delicate weapon, nor have I seen such a fine spelling: its edges do not dull, and the hilt does not dent. This is a gratuitous gift from me as a gesture of goodwill. May my brother, who is your father, take it with him when he rejoins the throne. ”

"O king, it is fitting that our agreement should be made on the ruins of Agapatia. Would the king believe that the four pieces of silver were once his? It took him a lifetime to earn it, look at what he got. Even his wife left him and married into our family. Said the young Saxonian. She was pregnant when I left. ”

The anger in Ancrex's heart exploded again, and before he could control it, he stood up, not realizing that he was moving. He was so angry that everyone was stunned. He rushed to the old Philia with lightning and snatched the spear from his frightened hand. He stabbed the man in the neck so hard that his head was tilted to the side, blood spurted from his heartbeat into the air several feet in the air, and he fell to the ground.

Things happened so quickly that Andrx didn't have time to think, to realize what he had done, or what that meant, or it would have been too late. But after Saxony's last convulsions, Androcles regained enough intelligence to retract as much of his killing intent as he could.

He turned to the prince and said, "I will take this gold with me to the south." Give me back my son, Altfil. Then let me leave quietly, or I swear in Arkos's name that I will kill everyone here. ”

Skywalker didn't wait; Before Andlos could finish speaking, they had already walked out the door.

Arsafer smiled gloomily and said, "Do everything you can to protect him." He reached for the knife to the flower's throat, but before he could cut the boy open like a pear, the flower hung her chin and bit the prince's thumb hard. Flower shook his head, tore at the wound like a dog, and took the knife away with a snap.

The prince shouted, not so much pain as anger, his eyes flickering with fire, in stark contrast to his icy demeanor. He jerked his hand out of Flower's mouth and lunged at the knife.

Flower was now grabbed by only one arm, and she writhed and broke free of the prince's grasp. The boy staggered towards Andlos and fell.

The king jumped up from his chair, pointed at Androx and shouted, "Kill him!" Kill them both!" All the guests in the room stood up and grabbed their weapons.

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Okles grabbed his son's shirt and helped him up, making him stand up. He said, "It's time to go."

"Yes, Daddy," said Hana, looking up at him with a thousand different emotions in her eyes.

"Now! Androcs shouted, throwing him at the door on the right, where there were the least number of people nearby.

Flower fell to the ground at almost full speed and ran towards the exit. The first few aliens ignored the boy, and Andrekles' heart pounded, hoping he would escape.

Alsafer pointed at Flor, ignoring the blood dripping from his forearm, and shouted, "Catch him!" In the space of a heartbeat or two, no one responded, and the room seemed quiet except for the footsteps of Flower.

Seeing that he did not obey quickly, the prince threw out the dagger he had been grinding. The flower screamed and landed behind the crowd.

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Okles didn't have time to see what was going on with the flowers; His enemies were closing in on him. The first attacker smashed his head with a mace, which Andlos catches.

He sent out a shockwave of murderous intent, but it only lasted for a short time, and then shut it down again. He had to give Flauer a chance to escape.

The person next to him was pale and untenable; One of them even threw away his ridiculous two-handed sword. Before they could come to their senses, Androk stabbed two of them in the neck with the wide, flat spear, to the bone. They collapsed.

The other stealthily threw a punch at Andrekles' heel, but he lifted his foot just in time, and the sword missed, landing on the dirt. The blade jammed for a split second, and he stepped on it, bending it into something useless.

Another sword swung at him, and he dodged just in time. Without years of practice dodging spears, he would never have reacted to such a ridiculous sword.

The battle began. Instinct and training took over him, and he spun with a spear like a dancer, relying on the movements that had been instilled in him for decades. When he focused, most of his thoughts and emotions escaped his mind, but even so, he tried to walk towards the flower.

A club hit him on the elbow, but it didn't break the bone, and he still clung to the spear.

A sword stabbed shallowly into his hip, and Androcleus stabbed the assailant above his sternum. The other threw down his knife and jumped down to grab Andrakles' leg, but none of the experienced wrestlers would be fooled. He took a step back, stomped the man's head heavily on the ground, and dodged an axe.

Something hit him the side of the head, almost knocking him unconscious, and he realized that the crowd was getting more and more stressful and he couldn't control it. He unleashed another murderous aura, another brief but powerful outburst. Floret, wait a minute......

This bought him enough time to deliver a lethal blow to the other three attackers and push them away when they found out they were dead. He had just enough space to dodge the next two shots. Stabbing another person in the abdomen and pushing him out of the way creates more space.

Little by little, he moved towards where Flower had fallen. A man grabbed the middle of his spear, and Andrakles was forced to let go of it, grabbing a heavy mace that was swinging at the same time from another angle.

All right. He would be bare-handed. Live, I'm coming...... He unleashed another ferocious urge to kill, but his enemies began to recover quickly with little effect.

If Flower were dead, or if he could escape, Anchors would be able to fight with all his might, but he still didn't know where the boy was in the chaotic movement of his body. Let him live, O gods.

He grabbed one of the attackers' balls and throat, squeezed them hard, then lifted him above his head and threw the screaming, writhing man in front of a group of barbarians who roared and tried to charge at him. He punched the other man in the nose with a heavy blow, shattering him in the face. And then another, the same effect. Flowers, where are you?

The spear thief tried to stab him with a spear, but Androcles turned around next to the thorn, grabbed the spear, and viciously hit him with his head. This made Androclus's head hurt more than he had expected, but he jerked his spear out of the man's hand.

He plunged the tip of his sword into a man's armpit to stop him from swinging with both hands.

He jerked his spear back and swung it into the other's head, but before that, he was slashed under his ribs. Flower......

Two more swings come from opposite directions. He fended off both of them with a whistling spear.

Punch after punch hit him, most of which he dodged, but not all. A tossed plate hit him just above his right eye, blood dripping down his face before he could blink.

The yelling of his attackers grew louder and louder, and they found themselves in the ascendancy, and Androx's attacks were forced back with each attack.

He tripped over a body that had fallen to the ground, and he didn't notice it in time, but he managed to roll backwards before the crowd fell on top of him.

His attackers stabbed him from three different directions, and he couldn't block or dodge them. Instinctively, the full, unhindered power of his murderous intent erupted from him without restraint.

Those who attacked him immediately stopped the attack. The four closest to him fell to the ground, either dead or paralyzed, with blank faces on their faces. Everyone within five paces of him stumbled and fell. Some foam at the mouth and their eyes roll upward. Still others had bulging eyes, flushed faces, and gasping for air. A man twitched wildly on the floor.

The blood soaked in Androx's hands and arms quickly dried out in the heat and began to peel off. He could smell it starting to burn. Under his rage, the air around him also distorted, and he felt the hot west wind gently tugging at his hair.

The people in the back were stunned and couldn't move. Many laid down their weapons and shouted loudly, unable to make their feet obey them. A few even peed their pants.

For a moment, as he gazed at the wreckage of his enemies, Androx wondered what his true power was and where it came from.

He shook his head, not letting himself be distracted, and began to slaughter everyone around him as quickly as he could. The sooner they die, the faster he will be able to suppress his murderous intent and find poor little flower, no matter where he is.

His spear pierced a heart. It took me a lot of effort to avoid overdoing and wasting time. The humiliation that had been building up in his heart for months was now burning like lamp oil. His mind was almost consumed by sheer anger as his murderous intent burned his hair and dry cloth ten paces away from him. However, for the first time he noticed, there was never his own hair.

He saw the shiny pieces of iron flash, just in time to dodge Arsafer's sword.

Andlos was so surprised that his murderous intent vanished without a trace in an instant. Those furthest from him regained consciousness and rushed to the door, and Altfell slammed with a barrage of precise arrows aimed at stopping Androcles from running out of his spear.

Andlos once again unleashed his killing intent, and the last man to escape collapsed in the doorway, but Alsafer was unaffected and continued to attack.

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The okles aren't quite ready yet. The prince showed no signs of being affected by Androx's anger, perhaps just sweating a little more than usual from the heat.

"How?" Andlocks asked, just then he stepped on a forearm, which rolled under him and nearly knocked him to the ground.

"Huh? Arsafer stopped his attack and asked.

"You know what I mean!" Why aren't you affected? Andlocks shouted, frustrated and almost crying. He's so close to me. He's still so close to me. Flower......

Not far behind the prince, the king gracefully and solemnly rose from his seat and picked up a huge two-handed sword from his side.

Altfil barely showed a smirk and said, "Smaqi, my father is the king. He takes pleasure in subduing raging demons. You're going to die here. ”

Androcles had never seen a king do anything more impressive than giving orders with a flask, but like his son, he did not appear to be influenced by the killing intent that was enough to stir up ripples in the air and turn the edges of the cloth into ashes. He walked slowly to the prince with dignity. Andlos didn't know if those ridiculous, feminine jewels he wore would get in the way of his movements, or how likely he was to grab that great sword on the helmet wing. Not really.

The king said, "My child, we almost succeeded. Where did you fail?"

"My Majesty, I didn't know he was hiding so much power. This was the first mistake I made. ”

Confused, Andlox lowered the tip of his spear a bit. They looked at him, but without the seriousness of fighting. However, they also didn't show any opportunities for him to exploit.

The king said, "What about the second?"

"I didn't realise how deep his sense of honor was. I want to smash him to pieces. I should have twisted it around, turned it around. ”

The king smiled approvingly and nodded. "Yes. Why didn't you just kill his family?"

"No matter how many years pass, the heart of revenge will never disappear in his heart."

"That's right. I doubt you'll succeed against him, but I want you to learn a lesson. Remember every aspect of his personality. He's a noble man, one of the finest you'll ever meet. If you choose him, he will be an unbeatable ally. If you can crush him, he's stronger than twenty demons. He is worthy of your blood, and it is wise for you to pursue him. ”

Altfeld's eyes drooped, although his iron-fisted demeanor showed no other reaction. He said, "Thank you, great king. I will remember your words. If it hadn't been for him, I might have beaten him out. ”

"No, my son, it was you who were cornered, and he became restless. You did very well. Don't be ashamed. Now stand back and ask your father to put his head up. ”

Atfil submissively stepped back and looked down at what he was stepping on. A little meat.

King Lugubelenus placed only one hand on the hilt of his great sword; Another, surprisingly, he placed it in the middle of the polished length, like a spear. He quickly approached Androcleus, stabbing him in the heart with the tip of his knife.

Androx turned with the hilt of his spear and stabbed down into the king's knee. The king stepped aside and stabbed several times in quick succession. Each time, Andrakes easily fended off the attack.

Their weapons were inexplicably entangled. Spears did not have a cross guard; Huge swords can. It was a move that Androcles had never expected, but the king had clearly planned it. The king twisted his body and tried to snatch the spear from Androcleus, and succeeded. He quickly tossed his spear aside and stepped back, his sword still pointed at Androx.

Lost twice a day. The Thais will skin me for this. Androx prepared his hand and circled around, waiting for an opportunity. That sword was huge. He could only move it so fast.

Androx suppressed his murderous intent. If it doesn't hurt his enemies, then it's useless to let it run wild, especially if the flower is still alive, in the pile of corpses near the door.

He rushed to a shorter sword on the ground and picked it up in time to block the onslaught of the king, who now held the hilt in both hands to extend the range.

The king threw a whizzing horizontal arc, too fast for Andex to intervene and take advantage of. Then he turned an angle down to give Angele room to dodge and walk in. It was another ruse - the sword made a faint turn from the king's armpit. A

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The king continued to swing his sword and slam downward, but this time it was Androcleus' turn to play tricks. He feigned unbalance, was unsure of his defense, and weakly deflected the ball wide. The king fell to the ground again, and Anchors picked up his sword with great difficulty. This second punch knocked out the small sword in Androcleus's hand.

The king cut him down in triumph for the third time, but Androx staggered forward. When the great sword was pointed at the king's head, he grabbed the crossguard, thuded the sword into the king's winged helmet, and snatched it from his hand.

The king was taken aback, staggered back a few steps, and straightened his helmet. He didn't even try to dodge the swing that Andlox was aiming directly at his neck. The sword sprang up of its own accord, and the sword flew over the king's head without causing damage.

It took him a moment to realize what had happened, and during this time, Androx's mouth was open in confusion. He tried again, this time swinging his sword at an angle, trying to slash the king from the shoulder to the hip, but once again the sword changed its trajectory in the swing, passing harmlessly past the target. He swung and swung, and every time it was the same.

"Smagky, will the slaves of your place kill the king?" Have the gods forsaken your people so that such a thing is possible? The king said.

Androclus tossed the enchanted sword aside and threw a punch at the king, but his fist missed the target. His second punch was so heavy that he lost his balance and nearly tripped over a dying unconscious man.

Before he could stand up, the king kicked him in the stomach, knocking his feet off the ground and emptying his lungs. Then the king reached out and lifted his body from the ground, as easily as a child, though Androx was twice as big, and threw him ten paces away from the other side of the room, causing him to crash painfully against a wall beam that supported him.

Anchors staggered to his feet, rocking in the direction of the spear, trying to get his lungs to suck in air. He once killed a goddess with that spear; If there was anything that could save him now, it would be.

The king saw him reach for the spear and tried to kick it away, but the spear spun on a fulcrum, and Andrakles managed to grab the spear near the head. He rolled backwards and swung the hilt of his spear upward, striking the approaching king in the ribs. It connects.

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Okles immediately took a half-step back and stabbed the king in the face with the hilt of his spear again. This time, the king dodged.

Androx grinned, seizing his advantage. A series of rapid stabs and swings almost sent the king jumping backwards, until Andrakles finally hit the king in the abdomen, and the king had no time to escape.

As soon as the tip of the spear pierced the first knuckle of a finger, Andlocles's arm stopped moving.

He felt more than a dozen iron fists grasping him tightly, and when he looked down, he saw ghostly marks in the flesh of his forearm. He tried to break free, but they were desperate. The fear of it almost dispelled Androcleus's anger, plunging his mind into a state of fearful confusion.

The king stepped back from the tip of the spear, letting a narrow stream of blood run down his silver garment, slowly dripping down the hem at his knees. Behind him, Arsafer held out a hand, made a strange gesture, and muttered under his breath. Anchors heard a bang on a nearby wall, and he glanced over to see some decorative heads shaking and colliding with each other. Looking around, it seems that most people are in action.

He used all his strength to break free from the invisible restraints, but the result was nothing but bruises. He was trapped. He's going to die here.

The king straightened his clothes and went to get his great two-handed sword.

The agony of death filled Andlox, which surprised the rest of him. He has always been suffering from life rather than death. But now, his children will suffer because of him, and when he dies, he knows how close he is to achieving his goal. His silverware was there.

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Okles no longer struggled with the unseen hands that clenched his arms, but tried to find a way to lean comfortably against them. He saw movement by the door, glanced at it, and saw Flower wriggling out from under a dead Atlas. His snow-white hair and ears, like his sleeves, were mostly dyed red and pink with blood. Androx's blood was cold, and his pain quickly turned to fear.

The king and prince did not indicate that they had noticed, and Andrakles hastened to look away so as not to direct their attention in that direction. If Flower could open the door, he would be able to hide, and if he could hide, he would live to be a wolf

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It was hopeless, but even so, Anchors knew he had to do everything he could to divert their attention from the door.

He took a deep breath and began to rebel again. He writhed his arms with all his strength, but the unseen hands still held his arms as firmly as before, as solid as a city wall.

The king took his greatsword and examined its length to see if it was bent. Apparently so, he straightened it with his knee. The king swung his sword in a long, frightening arc, and then gracefully spun it in either direction a few times. In the corner of Androx's sight, the flower pulled itself out, and its tail could now be seen, also stained red with blood.

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Okles struggled even more, spitting at the king. My head will curse you, and will not guard you. Slaves will pee on your grave! May the gods make you suffer! May your son die before you!"

He catches the king's attention, and Altzfil devotes himself to controlling the magic of Androcleus. The prince's hand never wavered because of the strange gestures they made, and his voice did not stop muttering quietly, rhythmically.

The flower staggered to his feet; As soon as he goes out, he is in God's hands. "Orphan care of Patos, my sons are in your care......" he muttered to himself, and the king strode towards him angrily with his sword raised.

But Flower did not run away. Instead, he walked towards Altfer. Andrakes shouted, "No! Run!" But it was too late; The toolkit was submitted.

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Okles couldn't see the king's face, but he knew what the king was thinking. Flower was unarmed, and his movements injured his left leg. What does the boy think he's going to do?

Hua stopped a few steps away from the prince and calmly looked around the room. He straightened up, clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to sing.

The boy's voice was as high-pitched, clear, and perfect as ever, as sweet as the nectar that nourished the gods. Its power soothed and calmed restless hearts and minds, and Anchors loosened his restraints. He found himself tugging at the invisible hands so hard that the skin on his body was torn in more than one place. However, the pain did not bother him; In fact, nothing happened.

This music, with its perfect beauty, dispels bitterness and pain. Not only did he calm down, but so did the king and the prince. The king pressed the tip of his sword against the ground, relaxed his posture, and listened. Artfair quickly stopped muttering and lowered his arms, seemingly surprised that he had done so. But there is no more violence in the air, only rest. Only music and rest.

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Okles really wanted to hear Hana's songs, but he was too tired. He's been playing too long and too hard, and he's tired beyond his capacity. Even so, he tried. He took a deep breath. He shook his body. He pinched himself. He reminds himself of his responsibility. Before he realized it, he was already lying between two warm corpses, his eyes closed, watching the sunrise on horseback.

He turned his horse's head and rode south, toward the beach. He smiled and saw that all the skeletons that followed him were following him. They also maintain good discipline and their feet fall in perfect unison as they march. Who would have thought that they would be such good soldiers?

Of course, once he got back to Dikaya, he had to explain. In fact, if ......

"Daddy! Flower whispered.

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Okles was dragged back to his conscious state, but he struggled to move and couldn't even open his eyes.

"Daddy, wake up!" Flower whispered again.

"I'm awake." He replied in a whisper. He strained to open his eyes. Flower leaned over to look at him, covered in dried blood.

Andlox's heart breathed a sigh of relief. He sat up, held his son tightly in his arms, and kissed him several times. Hot tears flowed down his burning eyes and dripped down his face, mingling only with the tears of the flowers, and they pressed their cheeks together.

For a while, they both cried quietly and hugged each other tightly. Andlos watched himself immersed in emotion, as if detached from it. Their reunion has had such a profound impact on him over the past few months, how deep is his shame and worry? But he couldn't stop himself, and even if he could, he didn't want to stop himself. The tears on his face were a comfort to his heart.

Surprisingly, the flower was the first to cut it short. He whispered, "We need to hurry up before the king returns."

Anchors stood up, his steps a little unsteady, and he quickly glanced around the Great Hall. The corpses were scattered on the ground, and the room was so quiet that the light of the lantern seemed soft and inadequate.

Hua whispered, "The prince was sleeping over there, but the king ran away before he fell asleep." I looked outside, but I didn't know where he had gone. ”

The king was indeed nowhere to be found, but Altfer lay where the flowers pointed. Andrew smiled slowly, expectantly. That bastard should have been killed in his sleep. Anchors listened carefully for a moment, but heard nothing, even though the door to the auditorium was open. He hurried over and peeked out the door, but saw no one. Not a single one. Not even a single lantern moved. The king's fortress was silent.

Well, no one will bother him, at least not for the time being; So he began to rummage through the supplies. He threw a thick woolen shirt onto Flor and got himself a shirt that looked like it would stretch to fit. He grabbed a few bear skins and asked the boy to hold them. "Daddy, my legs ......"

"I saw it. I'll carry you. Take this. ”

Once he found a bag, he stuffed the half-eaten bread and dried fruit into it. All the meat he could collect from this mess of food was cooked, not dry, and spoiled, so he left it behind.

Then it's time to collect the money. and all his silver was gold. All of these things fit into a very heavy bag, and the Thunderbolt was kind enough to leave the bag for him. It's wise for them to run away whenever they're in trouble, but it also means that his enemies in Dikaya will know what's going on here.

Not anymore. He filled his pocket with all the gold coins, each of which was ten glittering tarrants, and put the bag in another pocket, just in case, and slung it over his shoulder. It was heavy, but he thought it would be worse.

Flower put down his baggage and prying a sword from a dead man's hand. He came over and stood beside Arsafer and said in a calm but firm voice: "Daddy, I want to kill him."

Android nodded and said, "Why you?" Why don't you let me do it?"

Hana thought for a moment, then replied in an equally calm voice. "Presbyopia can't do it. I had to know. ”

Often, when some strong emotion grabs Flower, it cries out quickly, even if it's just too happy, or the food is too tasty. However, as can be seen from the boy's demeanor, the situation is different this time. The turmoil in his heart was so deep that he couldn't even stir the surface of the water.

His little songbird has a gentle soul; He is a domesticated animal, suitable for safety, peace, and civilization, not for danger, struggle, and wilderness. The whole family knew about him and loved him even more. Gabi even once said that the name of the flower suited him well because he belonged to the garden. But boys, even the dearest children, will one day become men. A

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Okles leaned down and gently grabbed the boy's shoulders. "Good. So where are you going to stab him?"

"Neck, collarbone."

"Good. Before you get stronger, you want to avoid any places where they may have thick clothing or armor. There are blood vessels inside the neck and collarbone, and if you cut them, they gush like crazy. Then he would be unconscious, and soon he would have lost blood and died. I'm glad you remember. What are you going to do?"

"I'll jump up and push with my belly."

"Good idea. The wound must be deep enough to cut the vessel completely, otherwise he will slowly die. Now kill the bastard son of this bastard. ”

Hua hesitated for a moment and put the sword back in place a few times, but Andrakles didn't say anything. Finally, the boy's face contorted into an angry look, and he jumped on the hilt of his sword, roared like a boy, and plunged his sword into the prince's neck.

The prince woke up and struggled to get up, but it was too late. His blood flowed from his wounds like wine from a jug. He tried to call for help, but the air gurgled from the wound. After a few heartbeats, Arsar fell trembling.

Androcles turned the man over and looked at him until the blood stopped beating with the last of his heartbeat; After another moment. He was satisfied, and said with a smug smile, "It's not easy for Pepper to overshadow this, right?"

Hana tries to force a smile, but fails. Even for him, his face was pale.

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Okles patted the boy on the head, and Flower froze. "Be proud, child. You saved me and others today. You don't feel well, do you?"

Hua nodded.

"It will pass. We'll talk about that later, so focus on the present for now. Let me see your legs. ”A

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Okles knelt down and pulled open the wound on his trouser leg to take a good look at the wound. It was not known whether it was because of the dagger thrown by Arsafer, or because of a fall that followed, a vivid red appeared on Flower's pale thigh—a thin wound an inch long, at least that deep. There was a lot of blood, but the wound was clean and seemed to close on its own as soon as Flower didn't move his leg as soon as it dried up. It was bad, but it could have been worse. It could hurt his kidneys.

Something rustled, followed by a faint whisper. Father and son hurried towards the source of the noise and saw one of the heads tied to the wall shaking, barely imperceptible.

"Dad, they're awake." Flower put his hand on Androl's arm and whispered.

"I hear you. You need bandages, and we'll go. ”

"Father, what if the king returns?"

"Then I can kill him now, not later. Wait a minute. ”

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Okles rummaged through the room and finally found a clean cloth: a new fur cloak with a nice linen lining inside, which he tore off. He tied it to the wound as a bandage, while the boy cowered, whimpered, and gritted his teeth. A

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Okles scratched his son's head gently, knowing how much it would hurt when he got it sewn.

When they finally got outside, the cold night air was darker than he had imagined, but at least there was no armed welcoming procession lurking there. Neither did the others - the king's fortress remained quiet and lifeless. There should have been slaves running around everywhere, collecting firewood, water, and bread, or tending to their master's animals, while there were plenty of exotics doing their own thing.

Instead, most of the lanterns and torches were extinguished, and if there were slaves doing housework, they would also sneak through the shadows. A

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Okles thinks the locals have tasted his murderous intentions, so they choose to hide indoors, not knowing what evil it is. It's better for him. He carried the flower to his shoulder, then handed him the fur and the spear for him to hold. He picked up the rest of the supplies in both hands and walked towards the king's stables.

Strangely, he found that there was no one to guard it. There were about thirty horses, several of them still tethered to the splendid savage chariots, eating and drinking in troughs, or huddled together for warmth. In the past, whenever he came here to look after the horses and collect dung, at least five slaves were always ready to entertain the king's guests.

Androcles knew he was not the master of the horse. He chose the biggest horses, hoping that they would be the strongest and healthiest. He did, however, inspect their harnesses and anything like that, and found no wounds.

The vehicles of the Legion of Glory were built for speed, and there were hardly any more than one seat. In the north, however, they made the chariot wide enough for two people to stand side by side, sometimes even wider. In addition, the Glory chariots were open and rarely armoured, and these chariots were spacious, loaded with strong and heavy planks, forming a wall almost up to the waist of Andlocles, although it had a lower rear for easy entry and exit. They are often painted brightly colored and ornately decorated to show wealth.

They also look slow. If not small and ornate carriages, then what are they? At least Flower can crouch down to dodge the arrows.

Androcles took some good blankets from the nearby horses, made a small bed for Flower on the floor of the carriage, and lifted him to it, for his leg hurt. Flower immediately sat up, rested his chin on the railing, and peeked out from the railing. "If we have a setback like that, you'll regret it. Lie down until we get out of here. ”

As Flower tried to settle down and make himself comfortable, a dark, uneasy, uneasy feeling enveloped the area and began to grow more and more intense. At first, Anchors thought it was just his own fear of running into the wilderness without a guide until Wolf Scar caught up with him, but the fear slowly grew stronger. His pulse quickened and his muscles tensed. Flower sat up again, almost hugging Andrekles' leg to get his attention.

"Dad, what's that?" Is that you?"

"Nope. Get down. ”

The feeling grew stronger, and Andex began to feel nauseous. He just gathered a little bit of his murderous intent to fend off it, but it felt somewhat familiar. Similar to the murderous intent of an experienced warrior, but uneven. Lose your marbles. Pathological changes. Then he realized what it was.

The King's Demon.

"So he went there."

"King? Hana asked, still clutching Anjax's legs, and he looked around nervously.

"The King. He must have gone to find his demons. He grinned. It took him too long though, because we were all gone. ”

They were really gone - Androcles jerked the reins, and the car rushed into the night. They rumbled along the hard dirt roads of the fortress, not seeing any creatures - not even the gates were guarded and left open.

The reins sounded again, and the carriage rushed out of the open gate and ran towards freedom. Forget the King's hunt, forget his demons, forget the shame and worry of those months—Anchors is free, and all will be fine. The joy of that moment overwhelmed him, and he laughed out loud. Flower looked up at him in confusion, but Anjax smiled anyway.

The road ahead was long and straight, illuminated by a waning but bright moon. It welcomes him, and the cold of the night feels like the warmth of a summer dawn. Everything is together.