I don't know when a message suddenly came out of the imperial capital, no one knew where it came from, and no one knew if it was true.

Montgomery didn't die, all of this was a shocking conspiracy, he cooperated with the Alpha family, designed the beginning of this game in the name of Rewent, and slowly laid it out, so that the rest of the three major countries that were eyeing Troy entered one by one, and finally with the restless factor of their own country, they used the king's order to open the demon's lair, and released the Divine Legion to wipe everything down, so as to achieve the result of letting Troy dominate the continent after being reborn. Unfortunately, in the end, the princes betrayed His Majesty and tried to put the emperor under house arrest and betray his sovereignty to get the final throne, and now Montgomery, who has fled abroad, has returned with the devil's key to start revenge.

No one can tell whether the news is true or false, but the methodical speculation said in it has made every nobleman's mind begin to move, and the fear of Montgomery has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, which immediately made their already unstable hearts begin to float, and everyone's movements hesitated, and they each retracted their extended tentacles and began to maintain the restraint of wait-and-see.

In the study of the royal palace of Florence, a huge roar came clearly from inside, and Fast brushed everything on the table to the ground, his red eyes like a mad gambler who had been driven to the extreme.

"Who is it! Who is this news that came out! ”

"I haven't found it yet, Your Majesty."

The officer of the intelligence department, with his head bowed, replied in a steady, emotionless voice.

In the past two days, the entire imperial capital has been plunged into chaos because of this unsourced news, and Fast even felt the suspicion, schadenfreude, and sympathetic gazes projected from all sides in the morning's deliberations.

Your Majesty? This was once the most pleasant word for him to hear, but now it was so harsh, it ignited his emotions almost instantly, and he threw a paperweight on the head of the officer of the intelligence department opposite, roaring like a wounded wolf.

"Didn't find it! I didn't find it again! The same is true of the teacher's news, and so is the news this time! What's the use of the empire keeping your bunch of rice buckets, waste, all waste. Keep checking, give me to continue checking immediately, two days, I'll give you two more days, if the answer still hasn't changed, your body will definitely be hung on the execution table of the Empire! Now,, me off! ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The intelligence officer's voice was still like that of a dead body, without any fluctuations, and after a faint salute, he exited the room, and helped Fast close the door. This act almost ignited his anger again, and a gorgeous vase snapped with a crunch, ending its life on the sturdy door.

The only door blocked out the last rays, and Faster slumped back into the chair behind him, his elegant face distorted in astonishment, revealing a strange fierceness. The situation in the imperial capital gradually got out of control, his power was shrinking smaller and smaller, and the 100,000 soldiers who borrowed from Troy at the time of listening to the teacher's words were now like a bone-attached body, clinging to his body and frantically seizing it. He was already anxious, and when the news of Montgomery's death came, he gave him a fatal blow almost instantly, and the mysterious disappearance of his teacher Luo Qiao during this time made it impossible for him not to believe some parts of this vulgar news, which was precisely the most unimaginable dream tiller for him.

"Father, it doesn't matter if you're alive or not. The emperor of this country is already me, and it must be me! If I can't get something, then I'm willing to ruin it! ”

"Kagalde."

"Yes."

Following Fast's paging, the Assassin who had assassinated Revent last time but had received a last-minute order to stop appeared ghostly in a corner of the room.

Fast didn't seem to have any surprises, and the hand on the table clenched and loosened, then clenched again, and finally he spoke.

“。。。。 Go, Master Starr called. ”

The name seemed to have a kind of stunning magic, and the moment he heard it, even the face of the Assassin King, who had always been cold and distorted, changed vividly. He was stunned for three seconds before he bent down and replied.

"Yes."

It then disappears into the shadows.

And in the seat, Fast's face is obviously not so good-looking, this master of Tars seems to be born with disgust, but he is Fast's last hole card, even Luo Qiao has never told him, the master who specializes in the synthesis of biology and magic, because of the previous inhumane research, and the disregard for life, was issued a continent-wide hunt and kill order by the Divine Court, and finally fled to him to get his protection, over the years, Fast has been secretly supporting the other party's research with death row prisoners and a lot of money, Now is the time to use it.

In the middle of the night, the door was violently pushed open from the outside, and a hoarse and ugly voice like a duck came from outside.

"Your Royal Highness, are you looking for me, what's the matter, my experiment is at a critical juncture, that prisoner's beautiful cry is really exciting!"

With an unpleasant sound, a rickety figure wrapped in a pitch-black and gorgeous turquoise cloak walked in from the outside. Occasionally, the skin was an even more eerie dark green, and it smelled of potion and decay. However, the other party also put on a large number of precious perfumes like stealing bells, and finally mixed an almost unbearable smell.

The researchers themselves are buried in their own experiments all day long, and all the physical and mental devotion, and the people who become masters are generally stinking and hard, and there is no etiquette, and the eccentricities and temperaments of these people are generally not too much to blame for the people who communicate with them. However, this situation has completely degenerated into a kind of peasant vulgarity and unreasonableness, challenging the limits of everyone's sanity.

I have to say that a person like him can live until now, in addition to strength, it is also a miracle.

Fasta's face sank, and then he sat up straight, naturally revealing a kind of majesty of the upper position, and Falsta's momentum finally suffocated, slightly restrained a little wild, trying to perform an elegant aristocratic etiquette, but in the end it became a stiff and ugly action.

Watching the other party's funny performance, Fast finally couldn't bear to raise his eyebrows and waved his hand impatiently.

"Forget it, excuse me, Master Star, how is the research going?"

"Research? Oh. Oh! ”

Apparently still concentrating on this unusually difficult etiquette for him, it took him a moment to react, and then a feverish look appeared on his miserable green and scarred face looming from under the cloak.

"Perfect, perfect, thanks to the selfless funding of His Royal Highness the Great Prince in the past few years, my little babies have almost grown to perfection, although they are not controllable now, but in half a day, they can turn the whole of Florence into a pile of ruins."

It can be seen that Starr is full of pride and pride when he talks about his work, like a child showing off his toys.

"Well, good! Keep spawning them at once, then wait for my command to unleash all the synths at the end! ”

Fast's expression was a little excited, a little ruthless, a little crazy.

"Whew... What! Your Royal Highness, you are crazy, these treasures have not grown to the end, they can't be controlled at all, if they are released now, they will kill everyone without distinguishing between the enemy and me. ”

Starr was startled, the hood on his head tumbling down with the violent movement, revealing the extremely ugly face inside, and he asked in disbelief.

"That's right! That's what I want, and if I lose in the end, and destroy them, and everyone dies for me, what I can't get, no one can think of it, Montgomery! Even if you live, you can't change any ending, mine, they will always be mine! Hahahahaha!! ”

At the end, Fast let out a burst of almost maniacal laughter, and under the light cast by the cracks in the doors and windows, he was like a dancing devil, leading both friend and foe into the abyss of hell.

Star, who was extremely arrogant just now, now shrunk his neck like a kitten, standing peacefully, dark green cold sweat astringent from the corners of his forehead, and slid and melted into the turquoise cloak.

And at the foot of Fast, in the depths of the earth, in a gorgeous secret room buried, Luo Qiao was standing in it obediently, and the soft magic lamps around him emitted a milky white light, illuminating the entire room without extra dead ends, and people seemed to be bathed in the light and sublimated.

An old man with gray hair curled up in a warm chair opposite him, a red old Bloody Mary exuding the psychedelic smell of wine, an extremely ordinary face, a not strong figure and a somewhat languid expression, as if an ordinary person in his twilight years.

He took a slight sip of wine. He asked back to Rojo beside him.

"Luo Qiao, I heard that the Imperial Capital has recently spread the news that I am not dead, and it seems that our plans are well-founded, right? ”

There was no cloudiness on the old man's face, and his tone was flat, as if he was telling an irrelevant matter.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the source of the spread of the news is General Zuo's eldest son Linald, and the third son of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Xiuyi, both of whom are related to the former chess pieces, and it is estimated that the manipulator behind it is Alpha Revent."

Luo Qiaobi replied respectfully, the identity of the old man is really the rumored death of King Montgomery, not their conversation, who would have thought that this existence in Troy is like a king is such a dying old man. As for what Montgomery had heard, Rojo did not express any doubts, but simply said what he knew, without the slightest concealment, and perhaps there could be no concealment in front of him.

In Luo Qiao's heart, this old man is a living god, even if he has been locked up in this small bedroom for several years without moving, the news of the imperial capital and even the entire Troy is still out of his control. The loneliness and torture to endure in this box-like room all the time can make almost anyone have a nervous breakdown. And this old man in the twilight is like a cold machine, without any feeling and change from beginning to end, continuing to watch everything precisely, manipulating anything, and the perseverance and wisdom required in this make Luo Qiao can't help but feel a burst of fear, and his head is lowered.