"Your Majesty Ibrahim, please... don't..."
At this time, King Tihamoyin spoke in a dry and subtle voice.
Ibrayin tilted his head slightly and glanced at him.
The face of King Yaco showed a complex mix of pleading, expectation, and anxiety, and he shook his head slightly. Everyone wondered if they were hallucinating, but it sounded like the Saint sighed softly.
The scene was silent again for a few seconds.
"What do you want?"
Ibrayin suddenly said to Chen Lun.
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and their originally tense hearts were slightly relieved. Since His Majesty Ibrahim said so, it meant that both sides still had room to maneuver. They were really afraid that the two would fight, and then, as the other party said, everyone present would be dragged into the aftermath of the fight and die tragically in a pitiful manner without any resistance.
This is too unfair and too depressing...
"Why don't we all take a step back?"
Chen Lun still had a smile on his face.
"I can let them go, but only some of them. I have to bring some people back to report, right?"
He actually didn't really care whether he could capture all the members of the Yaco royal family. After all, the war was over. This kind of thing could only be icing on the cake, making his "resume" look better.
I have already gotten what I really wanted on the battlefield...
Lots of experience points!
Through the continuous efforts of the players under his command, he accumulated nearly five million experience points, which was enough to upgrade his main profession to the maximum level!
Therefore, unless it was necessary, Chen Lun did not want to have a head-on conflict with a Star Saint because of a few royal family members... He was confident that he could escape from the other party, but it would indeed be a wasted trip.
He had calculated that the other party was unwilling to risk involving others in a fight with him, so he deliberately acted fearless, but in fact he just wanted to get more benefits.
"Your Majesty..."
King Tihamoyin's heart tightened, and he called out to Ibrayin again. The other members of the royal family also became terrified, fearing that they would be kidnapped by this strange man.
Ibrahimovic remained silent and said nothing.
Immediately, she raised her hand and clenched it, with tiny dots of light flashing. Five members of the royal family behind her floated up on their own and were thrown roughly in front of Chen Lun, making a muffled bang.
The five men were covered in dirty mud. They were stunned at first, and then they screamed in fear.
Among them were Balza and the old man who had advised the king not to compromise with Chen Lun. The other three were middle-aged men and did not seem to have a close relationship with Tiha.
"Uncle... Uncle! Save me! Don't leave me!"
Pablo cried out.
"Tiha! Let His Majesty the Saint choose a new person! I held you in my arms when you were a child! Have you forgotten?! Don't treat me like this, I am a hero of the Moyin'er family, you... you can't do this to me!"
The old man's face also changed drastically, and he shouted with a ferocious look.
Tihamoyin wanted to say something, but Ibrayin raised his hand to stop him. The King of Yaco's expression changed several times, and finally he fell silent as if in compromise.
Chen Lun looked at the five royal family members in front of him, stroking his chin, and said softly:
"Only five people? That's too few... And they're all insignificant little people. How about adding one more?"
He said, pointing his finger.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw Princess Ahsoka, who was peeking out from the carriage behind them with the curtain lifted.
"No! Absolutely not!"
The Queen screamed in panic.
King Tiha also stopped in front of the carriage with a gloomy expression.
Princess Ahsoka seemed to be frightened and let down the curtain. There was a tapping sound in the carriage, as if the little girl had fallen and was screaming in pain.
"You better stop testing my patience, Jack."
Ibrayin said coldly.
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Chen Lun shrugged upon seeing this and tapped lightly with his silver cane the man standing in front of him, who immediately shut up and trembled, not daring to shout again.
"In that case, then... goodbye."
He smiled slightly, and his left hand transformed into a group of pale snakes, tightly wrapping around the five royal members in front of him. Then he took a step forward and disappeared from everyone's sight with them.
After confirming that he had left, the royal family members breathed a sigh of relief and kept wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads. Many of the ladies even started crying for no apparent reason, as if they were terrified by what they had just experienced.
The queen hugged Tihamoyin tightly and prayed in her husband's arms, as if thanking the gods for not letting her lose her daughter Ahsoka.
However, Tiha frowned and reminded her in a low voice that the person to thank was His Majesty Ibrahim.
Inside the carriage behind everyone.
Princess Ahsoka fell to the ground, her face pale. The terrifying man in the black hat was still imprinted in her mind... When he looked at her just now, she felt an extreme panic. That face that looked very friendly and handsome seemed like an unshakable nightmare.
Crystal clear tears slowly slid down Ahsoka's fair face.
She couldn't help sobbing and curled up into a ball.
"Tiha, don't blame me. This is the best way to protect your family."
Ibrayin then turned around and spoke calmly to King Yako.
Tihamoyin shook his head.
"I know... If it weren't for you, everyone here would have been killed. If Yako is defeated, the United Kingdom of Anlong will become history. We, the former rulers, will not have a good ending... Now I just hope to live a peaceful life with my family. Thank you very much, Your Majesty Ibrahim."
Ibrayin nodded slightly, put his hands behind his back and turned around again.
"I will continue to fulfill my promise and escort you to the capital of the Kingdom of Beelzebub, 'Mastema'... but after that, you don't have to pray about my name anymore."
Hearing her reaffirm her promise, King Tiha knew that His Majesty Ibrahim was drawing a line in the sand, but he also knew in his heart that he had no bargaining chips to retain her, so he nodded disappointedly.
After thinking for a few seconds, he made a final request to the Saint:
"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you one last favor."
"Go ahead."
Ibrahimovic said without turning his head.
Tihamoyiner looked around, looked at his relatives, and finally said to her:
"The Rose Royal Family has never considered us as allies. They are just using us... I am worried that if we go to the Kingdom of Beelzebub this time, not only will we not be able to live the life we want, but we will also encounter endless troubles... Therefore, I want to change our destination. Please escort us to the Kingdom of Byron."
Tiha gave a wry smile.
"Then we will find a remote corner and live out the rest of our lives."
Yibrain listened silently, then walked forward. Her figure gradually faded into starlight, and at the same time her voice came:
"Can."
Upon hearing the Holy Saint's agreement, King Tiha breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he felt exhausted both physically and mentally, he forced himself to cheer up and told everyone to pack up and set off again, as if he had forgotten everything that had just happened, and he did not mention a word about the five royal family members who were abducted.
Sitting back in the independent carriage again, Tiha drank a sip of strong liquor and silently took out a red letter... This was a letter of alliance sent from the Kingdom of Beelzebub on the eve of the war. The writer of the letter was a duke named "Hochsenfield".
The letter contained promises and compliments, but now it seemed to be full of lies and sarcasm. Tihamoyin could no longer restrain his anger and tore the red letter into pieces.
"You bastard Roses! You all deserve to die!"
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Far away in the territory of the Kingdom of Beelzebub.
The capital is Mostima.
In a magnificent Gothic villa, between high grey walls, on the third floor of the central villa, in a window room, a black-haired man in a dark red satin dress and royal blue vest was writing something over a eucalyptus tree.
Knock knock.
There were two knocks on the door.
The maid's voice came from outside the door:
"Duke Hodgson, it's time for dinner. The cook has prepared your favorite red wine smoked steak as instructed. The pre-dinner fruit is fresh purple grapes."
The man stopped writing, looked up and whispered to the door:
"Okay, I got it. Let Stephanie take the children to the restaurant and wait. I'll be downstairs soon."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."
The maid responded, and then there was a sound of footsteps gradually fading away.
The man continued writing, his pen making a rustling sound as it moved across the parchment, leaving behind a series of beautiful black and blue handwriting.
After a moment.
The Duke stopped writing and nodded with satisfaction.
He first looked at the letters at hand, tapped them with his fingers, chuckled and said to himself:
"The Western War is almost over..."
The recipients of these letters were different, but the last name at the end was "Field", which was the last name of the Rose Royal Family... One of them was even written to the Rose King Mansfield.
The Duke slowly put the letter he had just written into a blank envelope, picked up the pen and wrote two words on it -
Suicide note.
"Hodgessenfield, the Duke of the Rose Royal Family, a fanatical believer of the Flesh and Blood True God 'Lady Rose', and a loyal advocate of war... He was caught colluding with members of the royal family to support the United Kingdom of Anlong, attempting to plunder the population during the war, and secretly arranged a sacrificial ceremony... He eventually committed suicide in his own villa."
The Duke murmured, his smile growing wider.
"It's a pretty good script, isn't it?"
He placed his suicide note on the top of the pile of letters and then put the cap back on the black fountain pen.
Reclining in the expensive leather chair, he took out another book from the drawer, opened it and read it leisurely, humming a cheerful melody.
"… Prince Dazlet, the darling of the warm sunshine, has never felt the so-called fatherly love since he was a child, and he doesn't even know who his mother is. His brother was exiled, and his sister was indifferent, which always made this poor prince of the sun feel lonely. He wanted to do something big, something that was no less great than what his brother had done, so as to relieve his father's worries, attract his father's attention, and make his father proud of him. Unfortunately, this was the fuse of the tragedy…"
The Duke read the story aloud softly. He seemed to find it interesting and would stop from time to time to savor it slowly.
Finally, he slowly closed the book.
The title of the book is revealed on the cover -
"The Tragic Prince: Brothers and Brothers".
“Almost all sequels of stories in the world will be labeled as ‘failures’, but I don’t think so… These two stories reflect and complement each other, and neither is indispensable.”
Duke Hodgson made his comment and casually put the book back into the drawer.
There was another book in it, titled The Tragic Prince, which seemed to be from the same series as the one in his hand. However, when he put the two books together, they disappeared out of thin air.
The Duke turned his chair around and faced the French window behind him.
A purple moon has slowly risen in the night sky.
"I have taken over Hodgson's fate. This is a useful identity, but unfortunately... the stage over there in the Empire cannot do without me as the host."
The Duke shook his head.
"The stage is ready, the script is finished, and I've also given my beloved lead actor a gift of growth... Jack, the Western War should have made you ready for the final stage, and I'm waiting for your grand debut."
As he spoke, he pulled out an exquisite revolver, pointed it at his temple without hesitation, and pulled the trigger.
Peng!
A crisp gunshot rang out in the night.
Soon after.
The hurried footsteps of Dongdong were accompanied by the loud noise of the door being smashed, and the shrill screams echoed throughout the villa.
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A few days later.
The United Kingdom of Anlong declared a complete surrender, and the Western War, which lasted for two months, ended with the Empire's complete victory.
Chen Lun returned from the battlefield with part of the imperial army.
Along the way, we passed through the territory that originally belonged to the Principality of Yaco, and from time to time we could see imperial convoys and a large number of gentlemen in suits and ties.
Chen Lun saw this and knew that in a very short period of time, every inch of land in the United Kingdom of Anlong would be "tamed" by the empire... Those powerful and wealthy businessmen from Trisur would use their intelligence and power to develop this place into a new "gold rush".
By then, although it is not known whether it will be good or bad for the indigenous people of Anlong, at least the infrastructure and technological level will be improved by more than one level.
After returning to the imperial border, Chen Lun parted ways with the imperial army.
The participation in the war during this period made the cadres and councillors under his command a little tired. He planned to take a short break here and then find time to return to the royal city. In addition, Chen Lun also had another purpose, which was to make a small experiment here...
In a hotel in Vulture City, a deserted country.
Chen Lun let his men move freely while he leaned on the sofa in the bedroom, secretly operating the panel and issuing a "small task" to the players.
Mission name: Operation Woodpecker.
The goal was simple, which was to search for the extraordinary forces in the Vulture City of the Wasteland State, and to kill anyone on the wanted list. A series of hunting and killing activities were carried out with the purpose of eliminating the "worms" in the empire.
He is behind everything.
The local shelters and churches did not dare to intervene.
As for the mission rewards, they are still the basic three-piece set of "experience points", "gold pounds" and "contribution points". Not much, but enough to arouse the interest of players.
The reason why Chen Lun wanted to issue such a task was not because he was full of justice and wanted to eradicate pests for the empire... His real purpose was to see if he could share the kill rewards of the players like he did on the battlefield.
"If this is possible, my next upgrade speed will probably reach a new height!"
Chen Lun thought with great anticipation.