Arad's crooked savior

"Jon, you are really nothing. Let's go and ignore him. Let him suffocate to death in the palace."

Seaman's smooth little face was streaked with tears. He was sad for Saya and angry at the "scumbag".

Such a guy with low moral character is not worthy of her writing poems and composing music. Instead, he should be stigmatized.

The considerate curator wiped her face with a tissue and comforted her: "But Jon, he has died a long time ago."

Everyone else's emotions were different. Siatt and the others knew there was something hidden, and they just felt uncomfortable. However, Mailu and Reni, who came in a daze, were equally angry at Jon.

"Boss, how about we..." Reni gestured with her middle finger and index finger to run away, and she didn't want to care about Jon.

"There must be something hidden, let's wait." Ye Lin comforted him a little, and then asked: "Xuli, based on your understanding, is Jon that kind of person?"

"This is not..." After hesitating for a moment, Xiuli still shook her head angrily: "But conquering the Bei Ne Kingdom is an unparalleled military exploit. Jon can be honored with this, surpassing other princes, and the succession to the throne is stable!"

The words made people nod secretly. All the family and friendship were pale and feeble in front of the gold-backed and gem-inlaid throne, which melted at the touch of a snowflake.

Not only in ancient times, but also now, the Delos Empire is like this.

Although the current Emperor Lyon has all the power in the world, he was originally the third prince, and he ascended the throne through the blood and bones of his two eldest brothers.

That year, Leon was only fifteen years old. Although his father was old but still energetic, he "willingly" gave up his throne to his fifteen-year-old third son.

There is no need to elaborate on the "filial piety" involved.

But now the first prince Fann is highly anticipated by the imperial nobles and covets the throne. The first prince Celia is outstanding in talent but unwilling to give in. She seems to be a "father is kind and son is filial" scene.

Imperial power is more charming than gold. Looking at the majestic monarchs of Arad for thousands of years, there is no one who does not have a history of battles.

The betrayed Borodin, the three-year struggle for power Aled, the self-proclaimed orthodox Emperor Heron...and the "Emperor" who disappeared from the heavens and was replaced by the name of the highest priest. The current Grand Duke Wien also peeked at that place. A throne of "Dragon Emperor".

However, the sad He-Man slowly came to his senses. Saya and Jon fell in love while concealing their identities, and there should be no problems with their moral character.

In other words, Huli instinctively felt that Jon was unlikely to be the kind of treacherous person.

Of course, the premise of each other's vows is that there is no "imperial power".

Instead, Siatt was thinking about other things and asked curiously: "Xuli, do you know why Saya was able to break through the imperial capital?"

With just one rage, he can break through the border, march all the way to the royal capital, break through the palace, kill Jon, and then curse and freeze the entire city.

No matter how I listen to it, I feel that it is too idealistic and cosmic.

If anger could infinitely increase combat effectiveness, then the soldiers and priests who bravely resisted the Pretenders during the Dark Crusade would have spread Ozma's ashes long ago.

Behind the Cantwen Gate, Giger's remaining 20,000 remaining soldiers were probably able to devour the first Emperor of Delos, Heron Baden, alive.

"I don't know either. Maybe Froy will know that she is the captain of Her Royal Highness's personal guard and once entered the palace with Her Royal Highness."

After a short stay, the team continued walking towards the cursed palace. Ye Lin had already guessed the general outline of the matter, but it was better to meet the person involved and fully understand it.

Along the way, Xiuli kept asking for news about Saya, and was surprised that Her Royal Highness turned into a terrifying and immortal ghost.

Mo Mei poked Feng Ying Miaoman's waist and asked in a low voice: "Feng Ying, which way did you come in before?"

Just in terms of the slender waist, flexibility and gracefulness, Feng Ying may be the best one in the team.

"On the other side of the disaster bank, which is the fire attribute road, there are no monsters there. It seems that Jig killed them all, so I was safe and sound when I was a wandering warrior."

Feng Ying patted her slightly heaving chest and was a little scared. If she had taken the path of Saya, she would have been left alone with Xiuli.

Since this road has not been cleared, some ghosts and ghosts can often be seen along the way, which were the guards or residents of the palace in those days.

Generally speaking, the power of ghosts cannot last more than a thousand years, but Saya's power of despair is so terrifying that it binds the royal capital and still remains to this day.

Yuena recited the sacred text silently, purifying these wandering undead souls, which was also a relief for them.

Resentments and curses also formed some strange monsters, such as the source of ice monsters that can raise ice and snow storms, and they were all easily purified.

Although his mood was affected by the sad atmosphere, his combat effectiveness was not reduced at all.

On the way, I also met several relatively powerful humanoid souls, the Frost Magister from the Far Kingdom, and the Legion Commander. However, I guess they were not close to Saya, so the aura he summoned could not wake up those guys. .

In desperation, they were purified one by one by Yuena, which became her contribution to achieving the holy name of Archangel "Saphire".

Bang~

A six-winged little angel suddenly appeared on Yuena's shoulder, dangling its little feet, pointing forward and saying: "Saphire, there is the same kind of atmosphere there."

Sapphire was a trial given by "He" to Yuena, so these little angels basically called it smoothly.

This time, what appeared was not the black-haired little angel holding the holy book, but another one with beautiful long flaxen hair and a soft and cute face.

"Hehe, hello, I'm Lemuel."

Unlike the cold little black angel, Remiel waved actively and looked very lively.

The curator who was recording the information had a strong "maternal love" glow in his eyes. His eyes were as soft as water and almost melted away. He gently twisted Ye Lin's waist.

"The little angel will not grow up, but the child will become more and more naughty..." Ye Lin shuddered and hurriedly explained: "When we go back, let Yuena try to call all seven little girls out to play. Well, no matter what happens..."

His eyes passed over the towering GBL teacher's uniform, and he almost caught a wisp of white skin on the collar. He swallowed deliberately and whispered: "Look, don't I often cry out for food, swallowing jujubes wholeheartedly?"

The elegant and intellectual curator smiled and had "gentle and kind" eyes, and silently pulled him to a dark place and gave him a beating.

Snapped!

Although the curator's purple uniform has cotton added inside, it is far less able to hold the fat in place than Siatt's tight-fitting long skirt, making it look looser. There was a loud crisp sound, and the plump and plump fat swayed. There were beautiful ripples for a moment.

He was still reminiscing about the warmth remaining on his palms, when the shy and angry curator immediately pinched a little flesh on his waist, his nails painted with purple nail polish, and pinched hard!

"It hurts..."

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"Is the interests of the kingdom the most important thing?"

Another voice full of resentment suddenly echoed, but they already knew that these were Saya's desperate words before his death. Apart from sadness and sympathy, the team had no way to solve it perfectly for the time being.

"For how many years, I thought that I would decay with this kingdom until it was forgotten in a corner by time..."

The sudden sound was extremely cold, as if coming from all directions, as if coming from hell, with a bone-chilling chill.

The little angel sitting on Yuena's shoulder waved vigorously to the dark place, as if greeting an old friend.

His body is far taller than ordinary people. His long robe is covered with shining frost, which is cold but not stinging. His eyes are as pure as amber, but his hair is like a group of demons dancing around, filled with dark aura.

A single-edged spear pointed diagonally at the ground. As it floated from a distance, a path of ice crystals was left under the robe and at the tip of the spear.

"Hello, Ice Angel." The little angel shook his head. He seemed to be still lively and cute, but Ye Lin still noticed a hint of sadness.

It's hard not to feel sad that our former compatriots have fallen into this state.