There were three knights standing in front of the king. From their tall and straight stature, it could be seen that they were not those wine and meat nobles who would only wear fine armor and brag about themselves for the sake of women. They are real soldiers.
The Duke of Buckingham ordered them to kneel, but the king stopped him.
"If I remember correctly." The king stroked the spine of the book with his paler fingers than ordinary people. "You should also be among the crowd in the morning, bringing your accompanying swords."
When his words came out, not only the knights, but even the Duke of Buckingham seemed a little surprised.
There were more than two hundred people who witnessed the execution, and the three knights were mixed among them, and they were stopped by the duke before they could draw their swords. When the king arrived, they hid in the crowd, and no one thought that the king could remember them clearly.
"Yes."
The leading knight answered briefly and coldly.
The duke was incensed by his apparent confrontation with the king, who laid his hand on his old hand.
"Be decent, sir."
"…Yes, Your Majesty."
The knight reluctantly added the honorary title.
"Come on, tell me the good thing you're going to do."
No matter from the expression or tone, it is impossible to distinguish the mood of the king at the moment. As much as he could praise Earl Walter's courage and wield a ruthless horsewhip, he was always elusive and elusive. What seemed gentle and calm one moment, would burst into terrifying anger the next.
"We plan to assassinate you in four days."
After the beginning, the explanation behind the things went smoothly.
The knight at the head is a woodland noble from the north, Viscount More. He was once exiled because his eldest brother angered the Holy Church, and it was the old Duke of Buckingham who discovered his military talents and helped him restore his title and name. Since then, he has sworn allegiance to the Duke.
The king was not surprised that they wanted to avenge the duke by assassinating himself.
After the Duke of Buckingham was thrown into prison by the king, they wanted to take prison. But they had followed the Duke for many years, and they knew the Duke's loyalty to the king - he would rather die in prison than let his nephew have another "Look, even his uncle is betraying him" ridicule.
They were determined, after the Duke was executed, to make the King pay for his ruthlessness.
The date was set for September 21, the day when the Blasey embassy and Legrand negotiated the recent battle. The king will leave the palace and arrive at the city of Tru, which is close to the battle line.
As those who had experienced the defense campaign of Blaise's expedition, they were also in the negotiating group. At that time, they had the opportunity to get up close and personal with the king and complete the assassination.
For this, they even have weapons ready.
"What weapon?"
The king was indifferent to the reason for the whole operation, and he turned his head to look at the knights in front of him, seeming to be more interested in how they planned to kill him.
Moore, who was able to fearlessly confess his treason in front of the king, suddenly got stuck, and he looked at the Duke of Buckingham who was sitting on the side with a guilty conscience.
"Say."
The lines of the duke's face became iron hard, as if wearing an iron mask. This was the prelude to his rage. Back then, on the battlefield, he rushed into the enemy's army and killed them all.
Mole gritted his teeth, his face passed the look of shame, and he didn't say a word.
The king patted his uncle's hand: "I want to ask them a few questions alone."
After a pause, he turned his head slightly uneasily, and added, "...My dear uncle."
Since his official coronation, he has rarely called his uncle so intimately. Hearing this long-lost address, the Duke of Buckingham's anger was dissipated. Although he still looked severe, his blue eyes clearly flashed a little water: "If this is your will."
He stood up, gave the three knights a warning glance, and left.
Only Zhu Chi and the three knights were left in the room.
"Go ahead."
The back of the duke disappeared at the door, and the king withdrew his gaze.
"Aren't you worried about us taking the opportunity to murder?"
"If you dare," the king replied nonchalantly, leaning against the back of the burgundy velvet chair, the diamond pins glowing on his shoulders, "here I am."
Moore was silent for a while, then took the lead and slowly knelt down on one knee. He took something out of his arms and offered it with both hands. Seeing something like that, the king understood why he didn't want to take it out in front of the duke.
It was an exquisite crossbow.
Moreover, the arrows matched with the crossbow were poisoned on the tip of the arrow.
It is not difficult to imagine how furious the Duke of Buckingham would be when he saw that his subordinates actually used this "cursed thing" against the king as a knight who was loyal to the king with his soul and life. This meant that his subordinates not only violated his chivalry spirit, but also viciously hoped that the king's soul would go to hell after his death.
This is one of the reasons why the Holy Religion forbids the use of the crossbow.
Those saints declared that this cursed thing was the weapon of the devil, and that the soul of those who were killed by it would be taken away by the devil, and would be tortured by the red fire of hell ever since.
In this day and age, such consequences are undoubtedly daunting.
"Soul taken by the devil? Go to hell?"
More bowed his head and heard the king give a low laugh. He was almost fooled by this elusive monarch and didn't know what the other party meant.
"What kind of poison?"
The king raised his crossbow and surveyed the fire in the fireplace. This bow and crossbow used for assassination was much smaller than the one he had urgently found before, and it was indeed very suitable for assassination at a very short distance.
"Mandala."
"Vengeance? Yes, quite romantic," said the king.
Zhu Chi lowered his eyes and looked at the crossbow in his hand.
His words sounded like admiration, but his face was cold in the firelight. The toxin of Romantra can kill a warhorse in a very short time. Since the subordinates of the Duke of Buckingham are preparing such a thing to deal with themselves, if they succeed, he will definitely only end in death, not just death. lose eyes.
That said, they weren't really the assassins who made the king lose his eyes.
The trail is interrupted.
Zhu Chi raised his hand and pulled the ostrich handle.
Moore heard the slight click of a crossbow. He closed his eyes subconsciously, preparing for his own death - when he stepped into this room, he had no hope of getting out alive.
The sound of arrows breaking through the air.
Moore could feel the cold wind almost past his scalp.
After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes.
The king was playing with the crossbow, and the arrow on the bow was gone. Moore turned his head, and with his extraordinary eyesight he saw an arrow nailed to the mural behind him. It was a picture of a dinner party, and the poisoned bow and arrow did not sink into the throat of a knight.
Moore's throat moved slightly, and he looked up to meet the king's eyes.
When facing those icy blue eyes, Moore realized that the king was indeed the nephew of the Duke, and their eyes were almost exactly the same.
"You are the last person in the world who should not kill the Duke." More couldn't help but say, "He has spent his whole life for you and the Legrand Empire, young Dexun."
"It's not your own words."
The king suddenly grasped something sharply, his eyes stabbing like a dagger.
"Who told you that?"
The author has something to say: Romantra has the title "Devil's Flower", and the flower language contains "horror, death and revenge"