"Can I come to the conclusion that you devils have no memory at all?"
The king sat up, his shoulder still aching slightly, but the wound was much better, and the holy fire healed the wound.
Only one of Baron Sheehan's three arrows hit the king. The reason why there were two holes in the cloak was that after the king pulled the arrow out, he poked the cloak's heart with the arrow again.
He seemed to want Baron Sheehan to think he was dead.
"If you say that, my fellows will be wronged for nothing."
The devil avoided the point, and the king was clearly on his angry head. He wisely didn't want to mess with the king...even if the odds were low.
"Long time no see, Your Majesty."
"It's been too long for your brain to remember the terms of the contract, is it?"
Sure enough, the king is definitely not a forgetful person.
On the contrary, he has a surprisingly good memory, and is also very good at holding grudges... He seems to have plans to double the old and new hatreds together.
The devil sensed bad momentum.
"That's right, Your Majesty," the devil defended himself, "abandon the human body and you will have true immortality, and look at your servants—how blind they are! How dare they betray you! And we are different Yes - hell has been waiting for your arrival for a long time! My dear majesty, we will be the sharpest blade of your most loyal servants, and will offer you the kingdom of darkness."
"Your sophistry is the same as ever."
The king answered.
Immediately afterwards, he expressed his attitude in one word:
"roll."
"My dear majesty, you are too partial! It is not only the human world that can offer you the throne." The devil stretched out his hand to help the king stand up from the ground.
The king ignored him.
OK, he can be sure. If the king had a holy sword in his hand now, he would definitely stab it into his heart without hesitation.
the devil thought.
The skeleton head of the white-boned carriage closed its mouth, not even daring to splash sulphur tears. Nightmare dropped his front hooves silently, no longer hissing. They seemed to have a natural reverence for the king, and at this time they were extremely quiet, betraying their masters with the characteristics of hell.
Let the devil himself face the wrath of the king.
The devil cursed in his heart.
He saw the king walking to the sworn knights lying on the ground, and quickly tried to reduce the king's anger: "They just fell asleep!"
In order to confirm his words, he snapped his fingers, and a cloud of black mist flew out from the oath knights, and even healed a lot of their injuries.
"In fact, Your Majesty, you may have misunderstood me a little."
The devil's attitude towards the king is very strange. If there is a chance, he will definitely try his best to take away the king's soul. In addition, he is indeed willing to do everything for the king. When the king woke up, he immediately stopped his outrageous behavior, and tried to behave like nothing.
"I have come to escort you back to the palace. Look, what a beautiful carriage I have prepared for you."
"Beautiful enough for the twelve Holy Inquisitions to come across the sea, isn't it?"
The king picked up the knight commander's sword.
"They can be disguised a little. And it can let you leave here quietly and not be discovered by those little mice outside." The devil has a keen insight into the conspiracy, he guessed a little of the king's plan, and took the opportunity Subtly showing its use value.
Alas, he knew too well what kind of person His Majesty was—
A qualified king.
As long as it has utility value, it is useful to the ruler, so the monarchs don't mind delaying the hatred a little bit. Of course, as long as there is a chance, His Majesty is also willing to kill the donkey.
So he said, the king is really fit for hell.
The king showed no expression, and with a clanging sound, he pushed the sword into the scabbard.
The devil shrugged helplessly.
…
This time, the devil worked very hard so that the sword that the king finally pushed back into its sheath would not be drawn.
Nightmare pull's bone carriage transformed into an ordinary unremarkable carriage. The oath knights also woke up one after another, and the devil diligently asked his majesty if he wanted to erase their memories.
The king ruthlessly rejected his flattery.
The sworn knights have earned the king's rare trust with their loyalty. Now, any oath knight has a higher status in the eyes of the king than the devil.
Of course, the knights have shown themselves to be reliable.
When they awoke, they found the king safe and sound in the carriage, almost to tears. However, if the king hadn't stopped it in time, they would have drawn their swords and fought the devil in a blood-splattered duel.
"He's playing for me now."
The king sat by the carriage window in a new red cloak which the devil had found somewhere.
In this era, people are not unfamiliar with devils, monsters, witches... Although most of them regard these as terrifying nightmares for ordinary people, but the upper-class people obviously know more.
Such is the case with the Knight Commander.
After several battles, the oath knights seem to have regarded the king as an omnipotent being. The knight commander was not surprised that the king could drive the devil—perhaps in his opinion, it was a matter of course that all creatures on Legrand should submit to the king.
But he was utterly hostile to the devil.
"Your Majesty. Even unforgivable traitors are more reliable than the devil. Both legends and history have proved their treacherous, insidious and capricious."
The knight commander admonished faithfully.
"I know."
The king has confirmed that the devil cannot reach him directly. He gave an icy smile that meant something.
"It's not like there have been no Templars in the Rose family."
Ugh…
Once again, the devil who drives is nostalgic for the Dark Ages.
How lovable the people of those days were to the devil.
During the day, the carriage swaggered out of the forest with the four knights.
Baron Sheehan's soldiers dutifully controlled the exits of the forest, and the devil deliberately passed by them. But they found no one.
As he left the forest, the king's eyes swept across the castle of Truu, which stood in the sun.
…
The king left quietly, showing that he didn't want to expose himself to the public so quickly.
This also means that soon the news that "the king is dead" will spread throughout the land of Legrand.
The king seems determined to solve all the urgent crises lurking in the original fate line in one fell swoop.
He bypassed the Castle of Trou and headed for the palace by other routes.
After being disguised, the Devil's Nightmare carriage could not be found suspicious by the monks, but this also limited its speed, and it was now similar to an ordinary carriage. However, in an age when the brilliance of theocracy still prevails, there is nothing wrong with being cautious.
Two days have passed since the night of siege and betrayal.
The king's carriage stopped at an ordinary tavern, and he rested in his room.
The king has locked his real enemy at this time.
According to the medieval law of succession to the throne, there are actually not many people who are eligible to take the throne after his death. Blood relatives of the Rose family, as well as other nobles who have a certain marriage relationship with the royal family. Let me put it this way, the people who could profit from the death of the king were able to line up from the palace to the outside of the city, and at least a dozen of them were qualified to peep at the throne.
Therefore, before the assassination takes place, the king can only list all possible enemies.
But now he knew who it was.
The clues lie in those Gulentian heavy cavalry.
As mercenaries with terrifying combat effectiveness and a reputation for ferocity, the Grundian heavy cavalry will not appear in the Legrand country unless there is an accident. They are distributed on the continent of Elta to the east of the Abyss Strait and to the south. Only those who control the southeastern coastal port of Legrand have the opportunity to receive such a batch of foreign aid.
The eye-catching image of the Grundian heavy cavalry requires that this person must have a certain influence on the transportation of the Legrand Empire, otherwise he will not be able to make a group of Grundian heavy cavalry quietly appear in the special On the grassland outside Lu Castle.
In addition to this, the king had brief contact with Baron Sheen.
Leaving aside the betrayal, Baron Sheehan is undoubtedly a qualified general and a qualified lord. Those who can persuade him to work with him must not have too many smudges in the public eye.
Thus, it is clear who the enemy is:
Grand Duke Grace.
A very well-known, but previously the most low-key aristocrat. He also has the qualifications to inherit the throne and even the Duke of Buckingham is almost the same.
A dog that can bite doesn't bark, isn't that the truth
Hidden in the shadows on the side of the window, the king looked down indifferently at the street below, where he could see from time to time cavalry in twos and threes, heavily armed, galloping down the road.
The presence of cavalry in everyday streets is itself a signal of unrest.
The fact that the Duke of Buckingham isn't dead makes what's going to be very different from the fate line. An old duke with a great reputation and high in the line of succession means so much. Also, he would be the most powerful royalist, as long as he didn't see the king's body with his own eyes.
Tensions are inevitable.
But war will be very restrained.
The king knows this.
War in this age is like playing chess. Castles and knights are chess pieces on the chessboard. People who play games mobilize the chess pieces on the chessboard to consume and retaliate against each other. This will be a stalemate. [1]
All the king needs is this time.
Plus, he needs an army.
An army that could support him in secret and no one could have guessed.
Already in the cold night of the forest, the king realized where he could get this army.
The answer is Angel.
Rebellious wild country.
The author has something to say: [1] References Edward I, by Mark Morris