Charcoal-grilled flying elephant wings, seven-color mushroom dried roasted dragon tail, braised snow bear's paw, yellow braised lingfinch tongue, black forest baiwei mushroom seed steampot, snowy orchid paste shortbread...... A large table full of delicacies was placed in front of Ke Wang and the others, but they could only watch dryly, but they couldn't move their hands, because the master had not yet arrived.

Angel's stomach was already messing around, and Ke Wang was already impatient. To be honest, Ke Wang had imagined what this Hongmen banquet would be, but the scene in front of him was different from every scene he had ever imagined in his mind.

"Whether it's hostility or good intentions, people have to come out, right? I don't see the reason for inviting guests and leaving people here!"

Ke Wang's complaint is not unreasonable. From the moment they came in and sat down, Hamon Cook hadn't shown up, and he didn't know what he was up to.

They were here to eat, but they couldn't do anything in the face of this big table of food, and their hearts were like a kitten tickling constantly, and they were so anxious that they couldn't do it.

Ke Wang couldn't help but ask the waiter, "When will your master come out?"

The waiter smiled: "I'm very sorry, my lord is still on official business, and I'll come out in a while." ”

Ke Wang was very impatient: "I've heard this sentence eight times!"

The waiter was still smiling, and the service attitude was quite good: "That's because the guest asked you eight times." ”

Ke Wang was a little crazy: "Then I'll ask again, what is the answer?"

The waiter smiled: "I'm very sorry, my lord is still on official business, and I'll come out in a while." ”

Ke Wang was convinced: "You are ruthless!"

"Uncle, why don't we eat first! If we don't eat again, the food will be cold!" Angel couldn't wait to start, and encouraged Ke Wang like a little devil.

Ke Wang was also a little moved, but under the noses of many waiters, he still didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

"Wait, I'm going to see what he's up to!"

......

At this time, outside Harmon Cook's study, a subordinate was reporting to Harmon Cook.

"Your Excellency, the guest has been waiting for half an hour, isn't it ......?"

"Let them wait!" came Hamon Cook's voice like the roar of a wild beast from within the closed door. For some reason, Harmon Cook has locked himself in his study since the messenger returned, not letting anyone in. And he is also very emotionally unstable, and seems to be on the verge of collapse.

The subordinate shuddered, remembering the fate of those unlucky people before, and didn't dare to say more, so he retreated.

At this time, the scene in the study room can be described in only one word, that is-"chaos".

On the floor, on the table, on the bookcase...... The eye is full of paper full of words. Harmon Cook was not dealing with official business, but was writing like a maniac. When he was done, he threw it in his hand and let it spin in the air and fall to the ground, merging with the other papers in the study.

If you look closely, what is written on the paper is countless words "kill"!

Killing intent is rampant! Killing is becoming the wind! Full of murderous aura! Wipe it out!

No wonder Hamon Cook refused to go out, it turned out that he couldn't control the killing intent in his heart, and he could only calm himself down through this method.

Hamon Cook is very anxious now, Kewang has arrived, and if he doesn't get out quickly, the game he has set up will be useless.

Harmon Cook knew that his mistake would be a big mistake, but he couldn't control himself. This is also the root of his illness when he betrayed his erstwhile ally York Damon. Whenever he was about to do something against his conscience, he would fall into this weird state.

Irritable, murderous, cold-blooded, unable to calm down.

Whenever this happens, he will hide in the study and vent his killing intent into calligraphy. But this time, he has been venting for a long time, and he has not returned to his usual appearance until now, and there is a tendency to get worse.

Why is that? Isn't conspiracy and killing a normal thing in troubled times? Why is he never calm?

At this time, Hamon Cook thought again of his father, the old stubborn who regarded himself as a loyal servant. His countenance was unusually clear at this moment, and even his usual clichés kept echoing in Hamon Cook's mind.

"Glory to my king!"

"The Cook family has been favored by the King of the South, and they are destined to do their best for the King of the South, and they will die!"

"As the general of the south of Caiyun, you have to fight to the end for the south of Caiyun!"

......

"Father, is it you? Are you standing in the way of my cause?"

Harmon Cook had a splitting headache and yelled at the vision of his father in his head.

He never escaped the shadow that his father had placed on him since childhood. When he left Gondor, he didn't just want to make a career, but in fact, it was more of a gamble with his father. He didn't want to follow the path his father had planned, and even deliberately wanted to stand on the opposite side of his father. It has taken Harmon Cook a long time to get to where he is today.

He thought he had won, but in the end he lost. Because from the very beginning, he was destined not to be able to defeat his father.

However, he will not admit defeat! Because he is Harmon Cook! In this life, he is determined to either be worshiped by all the people as a king, or to become a thief and be reviled by the world!

"Ahh......h

Harmon Cook suddenly erupted in the roar, and the papers scattered all over the study flew in the air with Harmon Cook's eruption of true qi, and in the whirlwind, they were shattered by the aura!

Countless pieces of paper swirled in mid-air and fell again, but they were bounced away the moment they fell. A vacuum has become around Harmon Cook, and the killing intent condensed into substance runs rampant in this vacuum area.

Suddenly, everything was silent, the killing intent receded like a tide, and Hamon Cook fell to his knees in a sweat, and the pen in his hand had broken in two.

However, when Harmon Cook looked up again, his face showed the same grim expression as usual. This time, he relied on his strong willpower to restrain his instincts.

"Princes and generals, rather have a kind!"

He muttered something that he didn't know who had said it, and walked slowly out of the study. In this moment, he reverted back to his original Hamon Cook, the lord of Zhivadin, the man who aimed at the "king".

He was a rebel against fate. He did not hesitate to abandon the fate that his father had forcibly imposed on him. Throw away the incomparably brilliant future in the eyes of outsiders, and choose to be willing to degenerate into a thief. His choice seems incomprehensible, but it is actually very simple.

His fate is up to him. Even if the end is death......