Calamity Crown

Summer Palace, bedroom.

King George VI was half leaning on the bed, his face was pale, and a pool of dark bright red was printed on the bandage wrapped around his abdomen. In the corridor, the royal doctor was talking to Most Modeus George in a low voice.

Finally, the doctor shook his head.

The young man Most Modeus George immediately had red eyes.

As the only son of King George VI, Mostert was not raised as an heir in the true sense, because George VI admitted that he was lucky enough to get the throne.

According to ability and character, this throne should belong to one of Gerald Modeus George, Mossaryk Modeus George or Ronald Modeus George.

George VI is not just saying it.

Rather, it was really intended to be so.

As a result, the Tesin royal family has achieved an unprecedented unity.

Gerald, Mossaryk, Ronald were all acting, both for character and for the throne, and they were all trying to—at least, they thought they were.

Actually?

George VI said with a smile, that's it.

However, with the unexpected death of Mossaryk, everything changed.

well!

George VI sighed, and picked up the information on the side with difficulty.

The information was from a day ago, and it was only delivered to him now.

No doubt some people can't wait!

George VI glanced at his silly son standing in the corridor, and felt guilty in his heart—in order to stabilize the throne, he used his son more than once, and now?

Finally no more.

However, it also made his son more dangerous.

Because Most is his son, the son of George VI, and Tesin's most legal heir.

Even if he kept Most out of the center of royal power, these things would not change.

"Most?"

cried George VI faintly.

Not pretending, but real.

Of course, that dagger couldn't have caused such a serious injury, but the poison on the dagger might be—that kind of poison was specially prepared by him, not only to make his death reasonable, but also part of the plan.

"Father!"

The young man walked in quickly, bent down, and looked at his father with concern.

The sincerity on his face and the emotion in his eyes made George VI feel guilty again.

Most did not accept the training of the so-called royal family, but studied painting, sculpture and other arts under his sponsorship. Of course, knowledge of the mysterious side is also necessary.

baptism?

It must be one of them.

With the help of the 'Fairy Lake' and 'Dragon Island', the prince successfully completed three baptisms, set foot on the first level, and became a 'Dragon Blood Warrior'.

It can be regarded as having a certain amount of self-preservation.

However, it is not enough.

George VI was thinking, but under his pale face, such thinking was mistaken by the young man for a trance.

Suddenly, the young man felt a pain in his heart.

He never thought that when he saw his father again, he would look like this.

"Father, it's okay, the doctor said you will recover soon!"

The young man comforted his father.

"Ha, that doctor must be a quack."

"I'm not as vulnerable as you think, I'm just worried..."

"you!"

George VI forced himself to sit up.

Most immediately helped.

"Tesin's balance is broken, you can't stay here anymore - Gerald doesn't want you here, Ronald will hate you here, you stay here, nothing will happen .”

"so……"

"Let's go to the north."

George VI lowered his voice.

"What?!"

The young man looked shocked and looked at his father in disbelief.

Uncle Ronald, every time he saw him, the sternness in his eyes really made him uncomfortable.

But Uncle Gerald?

That is an upright man!

That is a person with a real sense of honor!

"Gerald's character is unquestionable, but Gerald is not alone - he has his own staff, has his own staff, and he needs to make plans for these people."

"Moreover, when people face certain things, they will change!"

"Not to mention, there is Ronald!"

"He'll make Gerald change!"

While talking, King George VI grabbed his son's hand, and a small note was hidden in the young man's hand.

"remember!"

"From now! From this moment!"

"They are no longer your uncles, your only uncle is Scrooge K!"

"You go to the northern border right now, and I will let Histor escort you there!"

"remember!"

"When you see that old bear, you don't need to say anything. Kneel down and call your uncle. If he doesn't agree, he will kowtow until his head bleeds, until he passes out, until he admits that you are his nephew!"

George VI grabbed his son's hand and said sharply.

It wasn't until the young man nodded that George VI let go of his hand.

"Go, go get ready!"

"Histor will find you in a while!"

George VI's voice grew weaker.

The young man stood there not wanting to leave, but when George VI widened his eyes, the young man left with his head down.

"Hister."

The moment the young man left, King George VI shouted softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A middle-aged man wearing leather armor and three swords, one long, two short, came out.

The other party came out of the shadows, and the whole process was silent.

Even George VI, who had been witnessing the whole process, would subconsciously ignore this ordinary-looking man.

But this man is one of the four third-tier 'professionals' of the Tesin royal family, the court knight Hester.

George VI couldn't help sighing when he looked at this loyal court knight who had trained hyenas and vultures for him.

"What did Ronald promise you?"

asked George VI.

"Fiefdom, title of grand duke, right to self-government."

Hester said calmly.

The court knight did not expect to be able to hide from George VI.

In other words, as a court knight, he is the one who knows George VI best.

The scheming was so terrifying that it made him shudder.

Therefore, if George VI is alive, he will definitely not betray.

Even if George VI is about to die, he will not tear his face.

"I will send Most to the North safely, in my name!"

Histor said solemnly.

"Um!"

George VI nodded, but in the next moment, a brilliant light shot out from his eyes.

The light instantly enveloped Hester.

Histor instinctively wanted to struggle, but the next moment he didn't move.

George VI coughed lightly twice, he looked down at the blood on his palm, and couldn't help frowning—he himself deserved the poison, which was stronger than he imagined.

Time... is not enough!

Thinking of this, George VI sped up his speech——

"You are Histor, the most trusted person of George VI, the elder who watched Most grow up, and the most loyal knight. When George VI died, you pretended to agree to Ronald's request. In fact, you escorted Most, who has always been regarded as a nephew, to the north, and your greatest wish in this life is to see Most get married and have children, and you will spare no expense for this."

"I am Histor, the person George VI trusted most, and also the elder who watched Moster grow up..."

Hester repeated sluggishly.

When the retelling was over, the light in George VI's eyes disappeared.

The court knight was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses. Looking at George VI, whose face was as white as a sheet of paper, he immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty, I will send His Highness to the north and protect him for the rest of his life, in the name of 'Knight'!"

After finishing speaking, Histor clenched his fist with his right hand and lightly hammered his chest.

"Go!"

King George VI struggled to force a smile on his face.

"Your servant, leave."

With tears in his eyes, Histor retreated into the shadows beside him.

George VI watched the shadow begin to blur and finally completely disappear from his vision, but he sighed again.

Such mysteries do not come without a price.

Even if he makes a lot of arrangements, he still has to lose two eyes.

It was originally just in case, to give Ronald or his remaining two younger brothers the bottom line.

However, to protect Most...

also good!

With Hister's protection, he no longer needs to worry about Most's safety after arriving in the northern border.

George VI, who lost his eyes, half leaned on the bed and waited for the last moment of his life.

Tread Tread!

Familiar footsteps.

"Gerald?"

George VI asked weakly.

"It is I, Your Majesty."

Prince Gerald stood upright in front of the hospital bed with a look of guilt.

He thought that he violated the bounden duty of a soldier, and even lost the honor of a soldier.

He agreed to the request of his subordinates.

He refused at first, but Ronald pressed too hard. If he doesn't fight back, he will leave Tesin's stage forever.

"Most, I sent Histor to the north, and he will not be your hindrance."

"me……"

Prince Gerald was completely speechless, and he didn't even know what expression to use to face his elder brother.

"Don't feel guilty!"

"I am lucky to be crowned!"

"You deserve the throne, because your honor and the quality of keeping your promises will make Tesin prosperous-I can't see you becoming king, so I will give you the gift first."

George VI groped and handed over the things under the pillow.

Prince Gerald hastily took it.

It's a list and a contract.

The list is a list of hyena, vulture personnel.

The contract is a contract with the 'Keeper of Secrets'.

After seeing clearly what was in his hands, Prince Gerald couldn't bear it any longer, and His Royal Highness, who had always demanded himself as a soldier, knelt down on one knee and wept bitterly.

"Don't cry! Don't cry!"

"Let's go!"

"Ronald should be here soon!"

"I'll wait for him here!"

Gerald gritted his teeth and said.

"You want to fight in front of me, a dying person? Do you want me to die without peace? Let's go!"

George VI wanted to wave.

However, with his weak body at the moment, he couldn't even do such an action.

Prince Gerald left.

But not far.

Just as King George VI guessed, Prince Gerald stood in the corridor and looked at Ronald who appeared at the end of the corridor. The prince squinted his eyes and held back.

Ronald glanced at Prince Gerald in surprise, then shook his head.

Mossaryk is dead.

Histor defected to himself.

He also holds Tesin's secret forces.

And the opponent is just a nominal 'Marshal'!

Especially, the person he really cared about was about to die!

His fate is in his hands!

How did he lose!

Ronald passed Gerald and walked into the ward.

Gerald clenched his fist, but in the end he didn't swing it.

"His Majesty!"

Ronald saluted respectfully.

Then, before George VI could speak, the prince continued.

"I finally waited for this day!"

"after all……"

"I still won!"

After speaking, the prince couldn't help laughing.

"Your ambition will drag the entire Tesin into the abyss!"

George VI said so.

"No!"

"My ambition will bring this aging kingdom back to life—so, Your Majesty, please hand over the contract between the royal family and the 'Keeper of Secrets'!"

The prince raised his voice.

"contract?"

"I burned."

George VI laughed with a weak voice, as if he had returned to the time when he was feeding the fish by the summer palace lake.

"you?!"

The prince narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were cold.

But then it disappeared.

Not only because of his reputation, but also because of the murderous intent behind him——Gerald stared at Ronald, and the prince who was born in the army swore that if Ronald dared to do something out of line at this time He must have killed the opponent regardless of his actions.

"take it easy!"

"I was just joking!"

"Your Majesty, you still look pretty good, I guess...you can live for a day or two?"

"I look forward to seeing the sunrise tomorrow morning!"

Ronald waved his hand at Gerald first, then turned around and said viciously.

"Ronald!"

Gerald growled and grabbed Ronald by the collar.

However, Ronald didn't care at all, and let Gerald lift him up. Instead, the prince looked into Gerald's arms—that seemed to be...

contract?

Damn Woodrow!

Will death cause trouble for me?

Ronald said with a smile.

"calm down!"

"Your Majesty is not dead yet!"

"Are you going to be so rude?"

Gerald let go of his hands, Ronald stood up again, the prince patted his clothes, turned and left.

Heh, stubborn and inflexible guy, so what if there is a contract between the royal family of Tesin and the 'Keeper of Secrets'?

They won't really help you.

When I truly defeat you, everything will still be mine.

Thinking of this, Ronald stepped faster.

As for losing to Gerald?

He never thought that someone as smart as himself would lose to a reckless man.

Ronald is gone.

Gerald also left under the signal of George VI.

Only King George VI was left in the room.

At least, that's how it looks on the surface.

A man dressed as a waiter quietly approached here, did not enter the room, but stood outside the door, listening attentively——

"The world is too bitter."

"In the next life..."

"I'm definitely not coming."

The voice of King George VI talking to himself was heard by this man verbatim.

The other party raised his hand to record.

Then, leave.

Ten minutes later, the real waiter returned.

He pushed open the door lightly, and saw King George VI lying flat on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, but the quilt rolled aside.

Immediately, the waiter was about to re-cover George VI.

However, the other party suddenly discovered something was wrong.

The other party tremblingly raised his hand and placed it under King George VI's nose.

Slightly cool.

There is no breath.

The waiter trembled.

next moment--

Boom! Boom!

The death knell of the summer palace echoed endlessly.

"His Majesty!"

The servants and servants of the summer palace knelt down and wept bitterly.

Moster, who had just left the summer palace, turned his head, unable to hide his grief, and tears flowed out again.

"Father!"

"Your Highness, we have to speed up!"

"Ronald's people are already watching us!"

The court knight Histor flicked the blood on the dagger and said in a low voice.

"Okay, Northland?"

"Uncle Scrooge Cock?"

After the young man got on his horse, he muttered to himself in a trance.

Snapped!

The whip twitched.

The two riders moved forward quickly, left Bode, and went straight to the north.

...

Faber, Sai Palace.

Faber VII, who was just thirty years old, was sitting on the throne, looking at the luxurious party in front of him.

All the dignitaries and dignitaries of Faber in Sark appeared in costumes.

Portions of well-made food were served.

Glasses of vintage wine were set aside.

The party hasn't started yet.

Now is the warm-up before the party.

The young man looks for the girl in his heart and prepares to dance the first dance.

The middle-aged man picked up his wine glass and talked with the person of the same identity about what happened recently.

The elderly people sat in the seats that belonged to their age.

Chatting, not chatting.

People who seem random are actually quite distinct.

Everyone was talking in low voices in their own circle.

No boundaries are crossed.

Not even chatting.

Maybe there will be such an opportunity after the party is about to end, but definitely not now.

Fabol VII raised his finger, and the court official Porti immediately brought a drink for the king-a mixture of fruit juice and wine, the alcohol content is quite low, and it can be called fruit juice.

As we all know, Fabol VII did not like alcoholic drinks.

But Faber's court was quite fond of wine.

As king, Fabol VII did not change this because of his own preferences.

At least……

On the surface it is so.

"Start from the small aspects, bit by bit, accumulate enough assistance, and then... the final word!"

Holding his wine glass, Faber VII glanced at a corner of the crowd without a trace.

There were more than a dozen people sitting there.

Different from those who attended the party, these dozen or so people surpassed the others present in terms of clothing and demeanor, and were almost on par with those around Fabol VII.

The two are far away from each other, just like rocks.

The rest are like water.

The water is fast, but the rocks are as solid as gold.

"Tulip Family!"

Fabol VII controlled himself not to frown.

But someone in the Rose family behind him frowned.

Because, not only was Dirkmore, who was dressed in fine clothes, late, but he also nodded to the members of the Tulip family after he walked in.

"Dilcomer?"

Several young people from each family frowned slightly.

A middle-aged man even stood up.

Dirkmo noticed the change here, nodded slightly apologetically at the Tulip family, and then walked straight to Fabol VII's position.

"His Majesty!"

Dirkmo bowed and saluted.

"Sit down."

Fabol VII said flatly - he knew the bottom line about the "born" alien in this family, but some things were unexpected, such as the blood mutation and potential of the other party.

Although he contributed to the flames, he did not predict the result.

Even, the king suspected that George VI was digging a hole for him.

But there is no evidence!

Moreover, George VI also gave him corresponding help afterwards.

This made him suppress his doubts.

"I don't know, is George VI dead?"

At the thought of the possible death of his collaborator, Fabol VII did not have any sadness, only joy.

Because, as long as the other party is dead.

Those things will never be known.

He was looking forward to it.

Immediately, the king's mood improved a lot, and he also smiled when he looked at Dirkmo.

Seeing Faber VII's smile, Dirkmo hesitated for a moment, and then said——

"Your Majesty, I have a girl I like."

"I hope you can be my witness."

"Anthracene? Who is it?"

Fabol VII asked in surprise.

The people in the surrounding Rose family were also surprised.

"It's Margaret Margot."

Margot, this family title is no stranger to everyone present.

Even famous.

Because Margo represents the Tulip family.

And Margaret Margot?

She is also the only daughter of Grand Duke Tulip.

"Dilcomer!"

Everyone in the Rose family stood up and roared.

They feel betrayed.

They are extremely angry.

Dirkmo lowered his head and said nothing - the head of the 'Knights of the Rose' has been in turmoil, and the days have been very sad recently. Obviously he has always followed orders and never made a mistake, but Why would people cast aside?

he thought.

Finally, he thought of the answer.

power!

True power!

He has no real power!

He relied on the so-called 'family' for everything, but what did this so-called family give him?

There is nothing, he grew up eating black bread, he can't integrate into it at all.

If this one doesn't fit in, replace it with another one.

It just so happens that Faber has two big families.

Not the rose family.

That……

What about the Tulip family?

Dilkmore thought so, and he did the same.

The process is even smoother.

Grand Duke Tulip promised to marry his only daughter to him.

As for what will you bear?

Dirkmore had already thought about it.

Anyway, he suffered like this before, so he might as well find an opportunity—to fight back.

Thinking of this, Dilkmore raised his head.

He looked directly at the people of the Rose family.

It was only when he saw Fabol VII that he felt a little guilty—because Fabol VII was the only person in the entire Rose family who had helped him several times.

But then, the head of the 'Knights of the Rose' gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty, please complete it."

"oh?"

"It turned out to be Margaret!"

Faber VII looked at the Tulip Family with surprise, but he did not look at the Tulip Grand Duke, but searched for the figure of the lady, but he found nothing.

"Where's Margaret?"

asked the king.

Dilkmore immediately turned to look for it.

Grand Duke Tulip also looked around.

No!

There was no sign of the Grand Duke's daughter in the entire Sai Palace.

The guards dispatched to look for the figure of the Grand Duke's daughter, while the guests around were whispering, looking at the head of the 'Knights of the Rose' with sarcasm and ridicule in their eyes.

Although no conclusion has been reached yet, the disappearance of the Grand Duke's daughter is enough to explain the problem.

Dilkmore's expression turned extremely ugly.

And that Grand Duke Tulip had the same ugly face.

On the contrary, the people of the Rose family smiled again, especially the Fabol VII who took the wine glass from the court official Polti again with a bright smile, and cast an appreciative look.

Well done Polti.

Sack, Pier.

On a merchant ship bound for Lidal, Margaret Margot, who was dressed in disguise, forgot to look back at the direction of Saigong, with a trace of apology in her eyes. This lady was carrying a box containing about 5 million gold tickets He said softly: "I'm sorry father, I don't want to be a victim of your political marriage, I hope to pursue my favorite and affluent life, I only took away the money in your small treasury, but the benefits given to you by the family should be enough You are retired."

"Goodbye, my cold-blooded father."

Woo!

The siren sounded, and the lady stepped into the first-class cabin.

She was ready to pursue her own life.

Three days later—

The lady looked at the Bear Castle in front of her, and couldn't help being stunned.

"Why not Lidal?"

"I obviously bought a boat ticket to Lidal!"

The lady frowned slightly.

She recalled the whole process, and quickly found the key point - Fabol VII!

The king she should call her cousin!

It should be the other party's tricks!

"No wonder I was able to escape so smoothly."

Margaret Margot was talking to herself, and when she was thinking about the next step, there was a conversation in her ears——

"do you know?"

"The grand duke's nephew, His Highness Goethe Wayne has won ten battles ten times, maybe he can win every battle!"

"possible!"

"But it's too difficult!"

"Even though this Highness is very strong and has already defeated many strong men in the northern border, the strong men from Tesin and Fabol will come soon. After all, this Highness has taken out his own Svetla collar As a bet!"

"I heard that His Highness has come to Xiongbao to worship the ancestors. Maybe we can see one or two battles between this Highness and a strong man from another country recently!"

"I hope this Highness can win! You must know that this Highness was the one who stopped the 'Knights of the Rose' before!"

"Yes! I hope this Highness can win!"

The conversation faded away.

Margaret Margot supported her chin with one hand, thinking about key words.

Goethe Wayne.

Ten battles and ten victories.

Svetla collar.

Stopped the 'Knights of the Rose'.

Involuntarily, the lady dismissed the idea of ​​changing the ship to Lidal.

The Bear Castle in front of her is obviously more attractive to her now.

She suddenly wanted to meet this grand duke's nephew named 'Goethe Wayne'.

Of course not now.

Nor is it the identity of a Margaret Margot.

But a challenger!

She wants to try the fineness of the Grand Duke's nephew.

Then?

Naturally, it's a big deal!

Since her cousin sent her to Bear Castle, how could she not repay him well?

She doesn't like being calculated!

But someone has plotted against her, so she...

We must let the other party know what pain in the flesh is!