Black Iron Crown

The doctor opened Mrs. Kahn's eyelids and checked her pupils. At this time, Mrs. Kahn's pupils were already in a state of laxity.

The startled doctor opened her lips again to check other conditions.

"Holy Father, Madam is poisoned! Someone poisoned her! Someone is going to frame Madam!" The doctor's voice was extremely trembling, which was no less than a magnitude 8 earthquake for the current Fort Kahn.

"What! Who is it! I'm going to tear him into pieces!"

"Don't be dazed! Save Madam!"

"It must be Sir Sophie! He must have done it! I'm going to gather my forces and destroy him!"

The angry roars of the knights filled the entire room, and even flew out of the corridor, causing panic and confusion among the male and female servants and attendants passing by.

"No! There is no other way! The poison is too poisonous. Now my lady's organs have almost all failed. I'm afraid I will go to see the Holy Father like the baron in half an hour. I have no way to do it. There is no way to save it!" The doctor said tremblingly, fearing that these knights would vent their anger on him.

"Go to hell! Why don't you go to hell!" A knight drew out the long sword from his waist and was about to charge forward, but was stopped by another knight.

"Could it be that... the Kahn family is really going to perish here?" The old knight lamented: "My family has followed the successive barons of Kahn since the Kahn family ruled here. Is my generation going to end this fate?"

After saying this, the other knights were also sad for a while. Those who supported Mrs. Kahn here were all the oldest vassals of the Kahn family, and they could even follow it more than a hundred years ago.

They are completely different from those knights who opposed Mrs. Kahn's supremacy, who wanted to carve up Castle Kahn, and the knights who stayed on the sidelines for a short time. They were the most loyal members of the Kahn family.

"No! The Kahn family has other heirs! We can't let the Kahn family be cut off here!" A knight said firmly. In the eyes of these people, revitalizing the Kahn family is their lifelong wish.

"The other heirs? The other heirs are almost killed by Sir Sophie and the others, so what other close heirs are there?"

Now that Mrs. Kahn has been sentenced to death, these knights no longer pay attention to her. After all, they only care about whether the Kahn family will continue, not about a certain person.

"Where is Baron Rainer? He is the baron's cousin, and he also has the inheritance rights of the Kahn family. If you don't read, let him inherit Kahn Castle!" A knight suddenly remembered and said to everyone.

"..."

"No!" After everyone hesitated for a moment, one person objected: "Baron Rainer is the baron of the Moreland family, even if he inherits the territory of Fort Kahn, he will never admit that he is a member of the Kahn family. This is still equivalent to the destruction of the Kahn family!"

"Maybe we should discuss this after a while! I'm going to ask the cook who told him to do this! I'm going to torture him!" A knight said with a cold expression on his face.

At this time, the fat cook had packed up all his belongings and was sneaking around the castle, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Just as he had reached the gate of the castle and was about to escape, the attendant who had urged him to cook stopped him.

"What are you going to do? Damn fat pig! How dare you talk to me like that just now!" The attendant grabbed the fat cook by the collar and said viciously, "Are you impatient? Maybe I should really help you Give me bones, let you understand the gap between us!"

"Oh! You damned! Deserve to hell! Cursed! Let go of me! Get your dirty claws off me!" The fat cook immediately struggled desperately, he didn't know that Logan gave himself What kind of potion does the poison have,

But he knew that he should go now.

Hurry up, hurry up and get out of this castle, or he will die without a burial, and hanging on the gallows is his only end.

While the two were fighting, several guards rushed over, followed by a knight with a sword hanging from his waist and a helmet on top.

"Catch him! Don't let him escape!" The knight pointed at the fat cook and shouted at the soldiers.

The fat cook's face was pale. He knew that he was doomed. He clearly knew that he would never be able to withstand those tortures.

He hated himself extremely in his heart, hated why he didn't move faster, if he could move faster, he would be able to leave the castle smoothly.

Then he could become Lord Sophie's retinue, and then become his knight. The opportunity to reach the sky in one step slipped away in front of him because of laziness and slow movement.

He was so remorseful that he had already given up his resistance, and was directly overturned by several soldiers and held down firmly on the ground.

Looking at the terrified male and female servants all around, the knight pointed to the cook on the ground and said loudly: "He! This cook, this despicable and shameless man, he betrayed his master! He was bewitched by others, and he boldly gave the lady He will be given a fair trial, and his soul will fall into hell, suffer boundless pain, and be torn into pieces by countless demons and devoured!"

"And his body will be hanged after the trial, and then burned into a pile of ashes! This is the fate of a traitor!" The knight said coldly, looking around at the people around him with sharp eyes.

"Take him away!" With a wave of the knight's hand, several soldiers picked up the devastated fat cook and led him staggeringly towards the cell.

"Damn it, he still wants to escape. If I hadn't gone in time, I'm afraid he would have escaped from the castle by now!" The knight said to the other three knights who had already arrived in the cell.

"Tell me, who told you to poison Madam's food? My patience is limited, don't challenge my bottom line!" said a knight, looking at the fat cook in front of him with cold eyes.

"It's...a strange middle-aged man!" The fat cook said incoherently in a panic, "He...he's about as tall as he is, with a short...no, high nose bridge, and blue eyes !The hair... the hair is black!"

"Enough!" A roar made the fat cook stop his illogical words, and the knight continued: "Who does the person who poisoned you serve!"

"He...he may be serving Sir Sophie, he...he said that after I do this, I can be Sir Sophie's squire, and in the future, I can become a knight under Sir Sophie's command!"

The fat cook cried and said, "My lords, you have to believe me. I am just deluded. The devil must have deluded me. Give me a chance! Don't hang me! Please! Don't hang me!" kill me!"