The carriage dashed through the shadows of the dark woods, and the dead trees stood devilishly in the night wind.
The horses pulling the cart were already sweating and foaming at their mouths, but the whips waving in the air did not allow them to stop and rest.
"My dear majesty, it is impossible to get to Meorn tomorrow morning."
A driver is more tired than a horse. The driver was a knight in armor, sweating and panting, pleading with the people in the rear compartment as he grabbed the carriage and drove into the flat.
"The horse needs a rest."
"great."
The king replied in the carriage.
"Then you can sleep forever."
The knight's face paled. He didn't dare to speak any longer, and he continued to beat the horses regardless of the exhaustion of driving all day and night.
Because, sitting in the carriage is the monarch of the Legrand Empire.
Purland I.
At this moment, the night shrouded the four fields, and the mountains were like demons. Unexpectedly, the noble king did not lead a large group of people, but only rode a carriage covered with black velvet cloth and hurried across the wilderness to a place called "Moen".
After intimidating the head of the inner court, who was forced to act as the driver, the king himself leaned against the wall of the car and raised the curtain of the car.
The moonlight leaking from the cracks in the woods swept across his face.
The red cloak that the king wore made his face extraordinarily cold. He is very young, and his juvenile facial features are a bit too delicate, but the surly in his brows makes him look particularly aggressive. In the moonlight, his pale blue pupils showed a sharpness that could not be ignored.
The king looked at the passing trees outside the car, judging how far he was from Moen.
Of course he knew that both the horse and the coachman were very tired.
But he had to get to the town of Mourne before the sun rose today.
Otherwise his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, is finished.
…
two days ago.
Zhu Chi is just a seriously ill young man. He lay in the pale, watching his muscles gradually atrophy, and counted in his mind when he would die.
No one wants to die, including Zhu Chi.
Modern science and technology could not save him, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky ignored him. Zhu Chi did something ridiculous. He opened the ancient scroll he had obtained by chance before, which was said to be able to summon the devil.
Blood dripped into the intricate arabesque patterns, and a black mist filled the house.
In response to his last hope in despair, the devil descended.
The devil is a famously sinister soul merchant.
Zhu Chi sold his soul in exchange for a chance to be reborn in another world.
He asked for a young, healthy body. The devil agreed, and when he signed the contract, he gave him a certain degree of discount, and finally gave him a gift.
The devil's strange generosity makes Zhuchi wary.
But there is no way, he has no way out.
Contract completed.
In the intensive care unit, the pale and sick young man closed his eyes, and the lines on the heart rate display screen gradually became balanced. In another world, in the gorgeous palace of the empire, a pair of pale blue eyes opened.
After receiving the original fate line attached to the memory and contract, Zhu Chi understood why the devil was so generous.
He was reborn as the king of the Legrand Empire in another world—
Purland I.
[Pulland was born less than a month after his father, King William, who was a prominent soldier, died of a serious illness.
Thanks to the loyal guardianship of his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, Poolan was able to grow up and be crowned king. Contrary to the expectations of the people, their teenage king was surly, ruthless and dogmatic by nature, and a tyrannical tyrant.
At the end of his reign, he personally ordered the beheading of his loyal uncle, the Duke of Buckingham. It was the cruelest and stupidest thing Purland had ever done in his short life.
Because it led directly to the coup that followed, the tyrant paid the price with his life.
—The last king, Purland I]
At this time, it was only four short months before the tyrant fell.
Selling my soul for a healthy newborn for four months
Zhu Chi understands that he has been tricked by the devil.
In the deep of the night, the dew was heavy, and the cold wind slashed the face like a knife.
Zhu Chi didn't put down the curtain of the car, he needed the cold wind to suppress the anger in his heart, so as to maintain rational thinking.
After reading Purlan's fate line, Zhu Chi realized where is the important node of the tyrant's fate—
Western Continent, September 17, 1432.
- That is tomorrow.
Tomorrow morning at dawn, the old Duke of Buckingham, his most loyal uncle, will be hanged.
Zhu Chi's rebirth was two days late, and the former bastard tyrant had already issued an order to execute the Duke of Buckingham. However, after careful reflection, Zhu Chi confirmed that the king regretted the order soon after he issued the order, and sent a fast horse to recover the order.
Zhu Chi rubbed his fingers lightly on the rail, his face a little cold.
The messenger of the Imperial Council had not left the palace for more than half a day, and the fast horses sent by the king were completely able to stop them. However, the Duke of Buckingham was executed anyway.
Apparently, the king's man who was chasing back the order was stopped.
Someone wanted the king to lose his most important ministers and relatives.
… … … …
With a sudden pull on the reins, the head of the inner court stopped the rushing carriage. His hand was on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his face was very ugly.
The horse, which stopped suddenly, was startled and raised its front hooves to neigh from its nose.
"Your Majesty, there is a situation."
The inner court manager lowered his voice, his tone a little nervous.
When the carriage stopped suddenly, Zhu Chi held down the railing of the carriage and leaned forward to avoid hitting the car wall with one end. He looked calm, not surprised at all.
He came out of the palace in secret.
Two days ago, after Zhu Chi got angry with his ministers of the Imperial Council, he locked himself in the bedroom and did not go out. It was not the first time that Pullan had done such a thing.
None of the ministers could do anything about the irritable young king.
Taking advantage of this disguise, Zhu Chi took his inner court chief and left the palace. In the original fate line, this somewhat weak inner court chief was killed for his king, who was the most suitable and trustworthy person Zhu Chi thought of at that time.
The king's fast horses will be stopped, and the enemy must have set a fine eyeliner in the palace.
Zhu Chi knew very well that at most the next afternoon, people would find that the king was no longer in the castle.
He never thought about how long he would be able to hide it, and it was a pleasant surprise that the intercepted pursuers had not caught up until now.
They were in the wilderness at this time.
Behind them was a small patch of black forest that had just passed, and at this time some shadows were walking through the forest, approaching them. In front of them was the entrance to the canyon passage, with the torch of the spirit star faintly, and in the corner of the moonlight, you could see a little wooden fence that served as a roadblock.
They were pinched.
"Your Majesty, please stay in the car and not..."
The chief of the inner court pulled the reins with one hand and drew his sword with the other.
"go forward."
Zhu Chi interrupted him.
The head of the inner court was stunned for a moment. From the voice of the young king, he heard something familiar after a long time—that was the toughness and inviolability passed down in the blood of the late King William.
Vaguely, the head of the inner court seemed to hear the sound of the machine.
"rush!"
Good luck with the order.
The Chief of the Inner Court loosened the tightly held reins, and stabbed the head horse with his sword.
The head horse was in pain, neighed, and rushed out in an instant, even letting go of its hooves with the other horses. The carriage almost flew over the ground, making an unsettling loud noise. The carriage seemed to fall apart at any time under such a rush.
The cavalry behind them rushed out of the black forest. The other party traveled lightly and quickly, like a thick shadow.
Zhu Chi tore off the black velvet cloth used to cover the back half of the carriage.
Through the pale moonlight, Zhu Chi could see clearly the cavalry chasing after him.
A total of seventeen cavalrymen, all on black warhorses, wore unmarked heavy silver mail[1]. The iron helmets covered their faces tightly, revealing only a gap, which was both a defense and a cover-up.
Not like mercenaries.
I wish you a calm judgment.
The hooves of the horses were rushing, and the black cavalry swept in like a whirlwind. The carriage approached in an instant, and the white snort of the opponent's warhorse could be vaguely seen. The distance is enough, I wish Chi Chi no longer hesitate.
He lifted what was in his hand.
—It was a crossbow that was banned by the church.
Although Pullan was a tyrant, his military training since childhood made him extremely physically fit. Thanks to this, I wish Chi could hold the crossbow firmly on the bumpy carriage.
Zhu Chi took up his crossbow and aimed at the cavalry through the "Wangshan"[2] on the crossbow machine.
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[1] Chain Armor: The metal armor of medieval knights
[2] Wangshan: Sight