In the words of the former Knights Templar, the king understood where the hatred between the Rose family and the Holy Court came from.
A family that once slaughtered evil dragons, a family that was so arrogant that it dared to build a kingdom on the bones of giant dragons... How could such a family that is almost synonymous with madness be willing to be shrouded in the kingdom of God
The kings of House Rose do not need anyone to be crowned, they are born to be monarchs of Legrand.
When people prayed to the gods for help, the gods did not extend their hands. The Qiangwei family killed the dragon by their own strength, so the glory of Legrand has nothing to do with anything else.
The king needs to be crowned by the Holy Court, what kind of grace is this glory for the Rose family
It's a shame!
"This is... a shame." The king whispered to himself, the bones and roses in front of his eyes printed in his pupils, "This is honor!"
Something lurks under the undercurrent, they smell of blood and rain, and the king sees their shadows.
The seemingly wild ex-Templar Commander was also watching the king.
He is the leader of the Rose family with special powers, but he has never seen the king before. These people just follow the convention and hide in the dark. Normally, they would not be under the control of the king himself, but by a person who was absolutely loyal to the king.
Kings rule the empire in the sun, while they defend the king's territory in the shadows.
Only a handful of Legrand kings in history have personally mastered this shadowy knife. The most recent one is the king's father, William III.
The former Commander of the Templars knew what the Duke of Buckingham had in mind for bringing him to meet the king.
The Duke of Buckingham intends to return the sharp knife to the king.
The former Templar was unsure if it was a good idea, since the last Legrand monarch, William III, who had been in the most violent conflict with the theocracy, had been buried forever.
So, what about the king
Will the king make the same choices as his father
"If they want to kill the ambition of the Rose family with the death of one or two generations, then they are too naive." The former Knights Templar replied to the King's murmur, while waiting for the King's answer.
"I think you should probably know something."
The king watched him, his voice was not high, but there was a determination that was passed down from generation to generation in that gentle tone.
"I don't intend for anyone to judge me."
The former Knight Templar smiled.
In the swirling air, the former Templar Commander knelt down on one knee to the king: "Then... please draw your sword and accept the allegiance from your knights, Your Majesty."
"I represent all my companions."
Added former Templar Commander.
The king drew out the national sword hanging on the wall, stepped forward, and put the sword on his knight's shoulder.
"For Rose's glory."
said the king.
"For Rose's glory."
The former Templar Commander replied.
…
The airflow gradually subsided, the bones returned to the shape of stone pillars, and those delicate roses were re-formed into reliefs and placed on top. The room was a little messy. From the surface, this was just an ordinary luxury palace, and no one could imagine how terrifying its spine was.
The sword-giving ceremony with only two people present was completed.
The king returned to his seat, the former Templar more relaxed than at first.
"Now, let's discuss how to deal with what you call the devil, which requires a little wisdom." The knight commander laughed, "Well... you know, conspiracy is actually our specialty."
Of course the king remembers.
The Rose family is not like a normal hero who kills dragons with weapons given by gods, but relies on the wisdom and strength of mortals—of course, in other people, it is tricks and conspiracies.
"Come on, let's set up a little game for Mr. Devil."
The king, who has always shown "unscrupulous means" all the time, also laughed lightly.
…
Today is a good night, and a happy event comes suddenly.
After the king stepped into the city of Metzl, the devil disappeared. After all, here stands the most glorious St. Weiss Cathedral in Legrand, as well as the Pope's envoy a few days ago.
The devil has no intention of confronting the Holy See at this time.
But this evening, he came from hell in a hurry, because he felt that the breath of the king was becoming weak, and he might die at any time. Today, there are still some private soldiers of Grand Duke Glace in Metzl City. It is hard to guarantee that one or two guys with death ambitions assassinated the king during the purge.
After the devil felt this, he hurried over.
You know, there is St. Weiss Cathedral in Metzl City. He didn't want to work hard, but instead made a wedding dress for the Holy Court and let those goddamn priests baptize the king on his deathbed, that would be too bad !
This time, the devil did not bring his gorgeous white-boned carriage, and acted very low-key.
He melted into the shadows, passed through the walls silently, avoiding some guards hidden in the darkness and arrived at the Rose Palace. Seeing the towering Rose Palace in the dark, the devil was a little emotional.
The last time he was here on the night of St. Var more than ten years ago.
That damned William III deserves to be the conspirator and ambitionist of the Rose family. If it wasn't for the cunning of William III, he would have taken away His Majesty's soul as he wished more than ten years ago.
Without alerting the guards of the Rose Palace, the devil quietly entered the palace. He walked through the long corridors, where he became cautious and did not pass directly through the wall. He strolled and looked at the straight up pillars around him with a bit of regret.
The deterrent significance of these keels is greater than the meaning of the formation, but unfortunately human alchemy has not reached the extreme, and it has not been able to exert the full power of the keels.
Otherwise, a castle is a terrifying military machine.
Looking for the king's breath, he arrived at the room belonging to the king in the Rose Palace.
The king's breath was just behind the door, very faint, and standing outside the door could hear the quarrel between the king and the Duke of Buckingham. The Duke of Buckingham asked the king to receive treatment immediately, but the king believed that the loyalty of the doctors in Metzl was difficult to determine. If the news of his serious injury was rumored, the situation would be turbulent again.
Standing in front of the door, the devil tidied up his collar.
After thinking about it, he transformed into a large bunch of red roses. After doing this, the devil reached out and touched the closed door.
Like a tide, the black mist penetrated through the gap in the door, avoiding those rose reliefs. After waiting for a while, the quarrel in the room gradually subsided, and then it was completely silent.
The devil was so happy that he wanted to hum a little, he held the red rose and opened the door.
The Duke of Buckingham in a red cloak was lying beside the king's bed. His beautiful majesty lay quietly on the bed. The cold moonlight slanted through the window and shone on the king's face, pale as paper.
"My dear majesty."
The devil walked briskly across the carpet painted with dragons and roses and walked to the king's side. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the king was wrapped in blood-colored gauze.
"Look, didn't I say? You were born into hell."
The devil gave a triumphant smile as he stepped closer. However, after learning from the previous experience, the devil did not reach out to touch the king, but stood quietly in front of the king's bed and waited like a most loyal servant.
"With me… "
The devil's beaming words came to an abrupt end.
Because the king suddenly opened his eyes.
"What are you doing here? Mr. Devil." King Binglan's eyes were too clear, and the moonlight fell into them, like the light of a knife hiding.
"Ah, I'm here to say good night to His Majesty."
The devil's smile disappeared, he realized something, and immediately covered up his actions.
"Am I disturbing you? I'll leave now."
Having said that, the devil immediately pulled away and tried to get out.
"It's coming, why go."
The second voice sounded, and the "Duke of Buckingham" who was lying next to him jumped up. He was wearing the same scarlet cloak as the Duke of Buckingham, and he had the iconic silver hair of the Rose family. Very handy.
Almost at the moment when he jumped up, the carpet of dragons and roses under their feet erupted with dazzling light, and a more violent air flow violently blew up than before, and all the pillars and beams in the room once again turned into white bones. , the scarlet rose vine snake generally swims on the ground.
In just a few breaths, those rose vines were woven into a huge cage between the bones.
The devil is being blocked in it.
"It's a wonderful way to remove the grind and kill the donkey, my good majesty."
The devil sighed loudly. He saw the faint golden light on the rose vines, and immediately guessed what the bloody smell in the air was about.
The king awakened the Rose Palace with his own blood, and then disguised the smell of blood as his injury.
"It doesn't seem like an exaggeration compared to your downfall."
The king sat up, undid the gauze from his body, and threw it to the ground. The wound on his hand has healed, and those gauze are used to blind the devil.
"Goodbye, Mr. Devil."
The king stood outside the cage, put on his robe, and smiled goodbye to the devil.
The former Templar Commander raised an odd sterling silver sword in his hand, about to plunge into the ground.
"and many more!"
The devil immediately raised his hand.
"Black Death!! Your Majesty!"
Removing the grind and killing the donkey is the regular behavior of the ruler.
Well, of course, the donkey had to catch the millstone before it was unloaded, so that it could be seen that there was still flour to be milled over there.
The devil is very clear, don't expect his majesty to have any kindness, but hurry up and show his use value, otherwise he will be very embarrassed today.
Black Death.
These three words represent the Medieval Nightmare Scythe.
With a gesture of the king, the long sword of the former Templar Commander stopped in mid-air.
The magic circle stopped.
"Tell me, about the Black Death in your mouth."
The king looked at the devil.
"You seem to want to let the gentleman do it when I finish speaking, is that so, my dear majesty?"
The devil watched every change in the king's expression and asked kindly.
"Should you be praised for being sharp?"
said the king regretfully.
"You're a natural villain."
The devil sighed sincerely.
Look at this matter of squeezing other people's use value and then throwing it away, how easy it is for his dear majesty to do it... It's such a hell, a world of darkness.
"Do you need me to say thank you?"
asked the king calmly, not minding the description of the devil.
"If you want... But for my own good, I'd better keep your Majesty's thanks a little bit longer?" The devil looked at the former Templar, "Your Majesty, you can ask this gentleman here to put away that precious sword first. Is it? It's not good to bump into a thousand-year-old antique."
The former Templar looked at the king inquiringly.
The king nodded.
Very regretful look.
… … … …
The Duke of Buckingham was standing in front of the North West Black Tower while the devil was talking to the king.
The guard opened the tower gate.
This time the Duke of Buckingham did not hear the singing, and the Mad Queen was much calmer than the last time.
The Duke of Buckingham walked in and saw the unkempt woman with her back to him, sitting quietly in the very center of the black tower. In the cold black tower, the dim candlelight illuminated her. Years of madness destroyed this gorgeous woman, but her skinny back was still straight, clearly showing her consistent strength.
This kept the Duke of Buckingham hopeful that she would get better.
"Eleanor."
The Duke looked at the Mad Queen.
"Pullan isn't dead, he's back, you don't have to worry. He took back the throne... He'll be the pride of the Rose family."
In any case, the Mad Queen was always the King's mother, and the Duke of Buckingham felt it was his duty to tell her about the King.
At the same time, I also hope that these news will make her gradually better.
The Mad Queen was silent for a long time.
Just when the Duke of Buckingham was about to leave as usual, she suddenly said quietly, "I want to see him."
This was the first time she spoke calmly.
She seemed to be awake.
But for her request, the Duke of Buckingham was in a dilemma. He couldn't be sure if the mad queen who lost her mind would hurt the king.
"Don't worry about me hurting him." The queen noticed his hesitation. She turned her back to the Duke of Buckingham, raised her head, and sobbed with anger, "No one in this world loves him more than me! He is my child. !my child!!"
"If you're worried, arrange for him to pass by and I'll just take a look at him from a distance. Let me see him!"
The queen's voice became sharp again, revealing a strong and unequivocal force.
She was originally the famous Iron Queen.
"it is good."
The Duke of Buckingham finally agreed.
The ancestor of the Rose family, please bless her to get better in the end.
The Duke of Buckingham left, and once again the Mad Queen was alone in the tower, the candle flickering and falling on her scrawny bones. She raised her head and laughed loudly: "My child! Purland! My child!! My child!"
Blood and tears rolled down her astonishingly thin cheeks, and those green glasses were filled with endless despair and killing intent.
She turned her back to the Duke of Buckingham, and where the Duke did not see, she was holding a piece of black iron in her hand that was tightly locked by the iron.
It was a small piece of black iron that had been knocked down after countless collisions of iron locks. The mad queen who was able to guard the palace for her husband, with the tenacity with which she wore the armor and stood in the wind, sharpened it into a terrifyingly sharp blade.
After all, the Duke of Buckingham underestimated the Mad Queen.
She spent more than ten years, little by little, forging a sharp blade with difficulty!
It was as if the fingers with only bones left touching the cold blade a little bit, the blade cut her fingers, and blood fell down the smooth blade surface. She didn't care.
The queen hummed a soft lullaby melody low, as if returning to the time when the baby was just born, the warrior queen of sonorous roses gently rocked her son's cradle.
Her child, her Purland.
Let the grace of their meditation plan be buried with her child!
The Mad Queen tilted her head, the blood dripping from the tip of the knife fell to the ground.
The light of the black tower fell from a height and enveloped her. Her eyes were empty and she sat on the icy ground like an indestructible statue.