Calamity Crown

Hudir, riding in the carriage, looked gloomy.

The new court official of Fabol could feel the anger of His Majesty the King.

After all, a brand-new fleet was destroyed by a sudden storm before it really 'leaved the Port of Marne', and no one could bear it.

If it was normal, Hudir would definitely comfort him carefully.

Then?

Naturally, it was a few words of slander.

Bad luck to a political opponent.

But this time is different.

His nephew Sharkey was on board.

As a group of people fell into the sea and disappeared, Xia Qi who was able to come back alive became a bit conspicuous, even if Xia Qi brought back the flagship-this is a feat to a certain extent, after all, being able to survive such a big storm They also brought back the flagship ship, and Xia Qi and the other sixty-six people can really make up for it.

However, Mond Dott died.

The confidant secretly cultivated by Fabol VII died.

This turns a merit into a crime.

Hudir rubbed his temples, thinking about how to save his nephew's life.

After thinking about it, there is no good way.

In the end, Hudir gritted his teeth.

He was going to take the risk.

He wanted to find a substitute for his nephew.

Candidates are not yet known.

That's for later.

Now?

Naturally, he entered the Dan Palace and endured the wrath of His Majesty first.

Just as Houdir expected.

Fabol VII is furious.

In front of him, several vases were smashed, and one of them even hit the top of his head.

The blood on Hudir's forehead gushed out all of a sudden.

But not only did the new court official dare not arouse the strange magic, he even didn't dare to wipe it at this time.

After a full ten minutes, Fabol VII stopped.

Not that the anger subsides.

Instead, the whole house was smashed.

Only the bare walls remained.

Even the tapestry was torn to shreds.

"Trash! It's all trash!"

Fabol VII roared.

The young king naturally had a reason to be angry. He endured a lot of pain and humiliation, and finally turned around. However, he hadn’t been happy for a few days, and half of the family fortune he had quietly accumulated over the years was lost, especially the few generals he valued. How could he not be angry if he was buried in the belly of a fish.

Mond Dott?

No!

Although the other party is from the Rose family.

Although the other party is someone he carefully cultivated.

But the other party is just a deceptive existence.

The real meaning of the opponent's existence is the "springboard" for those generals he valued!

In the young king's 'script', the arrogant and ignorant Mond Dott will definitely irritate those excellent generals. When these generals can't bear it anymore, they will choose to resist and cause catastrophe. At that time, it will be when he, who is wise and mighty, chooses to appear on the stage-beheaded Mond Dott, not only will he gain the loyalty of those young generals, but he will also accept Mond Dott's property and enrich his private life. library.

It's a win-win!

Otherwise, how could he have chosen an arrogant and ignorant person like Mond Dott?

Do you really think they are blood relatives of the Rose family?

joke.

Aren't there enough traitors in the Rose family?

I didn't say it before.

Hortemas alone would suffice.

Even if "the other party is not voluntary", but in the face of the facts, it is not so important-at least, this reminds Fabol VII that the "Rose Family" is too conspicuous at certain times.

So, he made another choice.

only……

It's over!

It's all over!

A storm destroyed everything!

Rumble!

The anger made Fabol VII gasp like thunder, and a pair of golden-red vertical pupils loomed behind the young king.

Hudir trembled all over.

It was a trembling from the soul.

That is the coercion of higher creatures.

thump!

The new court official did not force himself, but fell to his knees directly.

This time, it's not a disguise.

It was really suppressed by Longwei.

Under the substantive dragon power, Hudir's body that had just knelt down was like a toad, clinging to the floor tightly, as if about to be crushed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

A trembling voice sounded from outside the palace.

A palace guard knelt on his knees and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at everything in the palace.

"explain!"

Faber VII said in a deep voice.

"Major Shakey, please see me."

The palace guard replied immediately.

Although Xia Qi has no specific position in the Fabol fleet, he has a military rank.

For Xia Qi, Fabol VII naturally remembered it.

Not only because the other party was from the 'Holy Grail Family', but also because the other party was one of the sixty-six lucky ones.

The other party asks to see you?

Fabol VII was taken aback.

It seemed very surprising.

However, he didn't think too much about it.

"Let him in."

Fabol VII said, at the same time, restrained Longwei.

After more than ten seconds, Xia Qi walked in quickly. After seeing his uncle who was bleeding head, he immediately expressed worry, and even took the initiative to bend down to help Hu Dier.

Hudir grabbed his nephew, his eyes full of inquiries.

He wondered why his nephew had appeared.

It's better to leave it to him here.

Once something goes wrong, it would be really unimaginable.

You know, Fabol VII is not a benevolent king.

Patting the back of his uncle's hand lightly, Xia Qi bowed to pay respects to King Faber VII——

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Saying that, Xia Qi, who was bending over to salute, suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my sins!"

Since Xia Qi appeared, Fabol VII has been watching this young man.

Every word and deed, every move, is under the watchful eyes of Fabol VII.

Is someone who cares about his family.

Faber VII was sure of this.

He thought he was right.

Then the appearance of the other party...

Is it because of Hudir?

Worried that I will condemn Hudir?

Fabol VII thought in his heart, but asked.

"What is your crime?"

"I concealed the truth about the destruction of the fleet!"

As soon as Xia Qi's voice fell, Hu Dier panicked and wanted to defend his nephew, but Long Wei came again.

Such as Tianwei.

as hell.

Shaqi and Hudir were overwhelmed in front of Fabol VII.

Hudir wanted to force himself to speak, but it was impossible to succeed after several attempts.

Xia Qi stayed there obediently, allowing Longwei to wreak havoc.

"What truth?"

Faber VII's tone became more and more gloomy.

The golden-red vertical pupil phantom behind it became real, so that Fabol VII's words became like a dragon's roar, making people timid and chilling.

"The fleet was destroyed not because of the storm, but because of the 'God of the Inner Bay'."

Xia Qi said the words that Goethe had given him before.

"'God of the Inner Bay'?"

"'them'!"

Fabol VII was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

Fabol VII knew that the "God of the Inner Bay" was one of "them". Even the young king knew that the other party had a lair near the Port of Marne.

Faber VII, who had some deals with George VI, was not ignorant of 'them'.

On the contrary, after learning something, the young king will always learn more.

Therefore, at this moment, Fabol VII understood his "truth about the sinking of the fleet" - before, the "God of the Inner Bay" had an unpleasant meeting with him.

It can even be said that they broke up unhappy.

This made the other party hate him.

Hence the storm.

The other side overwhelmed his fleet.

It is both revenge and warning.

Everything is reasonable.

It's not surprising to do so with the brazenness of 'them'.

What the "God of the Inner Bay" did, Fabol VII was very clear.

Just because the 'sacrifice' was not good, it rained heavily.

Or simply blow the storm because of a bad mood.

The other party is moody.

Not to mention, being angry with him.

"good!"

"very good!"

"'They'! 'They'!"

Fabol VII laughed back in anger.

The young king stood up from his throne, he was going to investigate 'them', he was going to fight 'them', he was going to tell ''them'

, What is the wrath of the dragon!

And at this time——

boom!

The faint sound of explosion reached Fabol VII's ears.

"what happened?"

Faber VII asked.

Two minutes later, the guard reported back.

"Report Your Majesty, there was an explosion in the central square. An unknown person attacked a rich businessman there, but was repelled by the rich businessman. The rich businessman showed extraordinary strength. Your guards have already gone Arrested each other."

The guard reported the truth, but Fabol VII disappeared before the guard finished speaking.

The young king was so angry.

He needs to vent his anger.

But at the moment when the young king disappeared, Xia Qi, who was still kneeling there, raised his lips.

It's fleeting.

But Hudir, who had been paying attention to his nephew, saw it.

The new court official took his nephew's hand again.

Hudir's eyes were full of inquiries.

Xia Qi nodded slightly.

Hudir suddenly collapsed to the ground.

It's over!

It really has something to do with his nephew!

this……

Hudir's brain was almost down, but Hudir immediately recovered his senses, but he grabbed his nephew and said in a very low voice: "I don't know what happened, and I don't know what you are doing. But our family has already been pushed to the edge of a cliff by you—after His Majesty calms down, he will definitely find something is wrong."

"Now!"

"When you get home, take everyone and leave immediately!"

"Go to the North!"

"Don't stop for a moment!"

After finishing speaking, Hudir pushed away Xia Qi who wanted to say something.

He pointed to his temple.

"Don't forget that our family's ability is 'premonition' - I am much stronger than you, I have a premonition of destruction!"

"Going right now!"

Hudir urged his nephew.

Then, he walked out of the palace quickly.

Now that something like this has happened, he needs to fight for a chance of life for his nephew and his family——he followed his 'hunches' forward.

Xia Qi froze for a moment, and then acted immediately.

He trusted his uncle.

Just as he believed in Goethe.

George VI also believed in Goethe, especially after Goethe contacted the people who had ambushed in Sark in advance, George VI's trust in Goethe rose by more than one level.

The former king could tell that those people were definitely not from the Northland.

But Goethe's own people.

Being able to prepare latent manpower in such a short period of time is enough to show that Goethe has a big plan.

In this regard, George VI did not hate it.

Because, they are allies at the moment.

Therefore, he changed his original plan of creating chaos and directly attacked the agent of the 'pharmacist'.

Or to be precise, he upgraded his plan.

Of course, this was agreed by Goethe and Skiffins Steinbeck.

The agent of the 'pharmacist' is a wealthy businessman from Sark.

The main business is pharmacy.

King George VI knew all this information.

But what George VI didn't know was the strength of the opponent.

powerful!

Very strong!

Even though his current body is an incomplete 'legendary', he failed to take down the opponent in a short period of time, and was repelled by the opponent's 'medicine' instead.

Damn it!

As George VI ran, he looked at the palms that were rotting again.

The opponent's 'medicine' actually made the medicine given to him by Skiffins Steinbeck invalid.

The backlash pain reappeared.

However, George VI did not dare to stay in the slightest.

run!

Run like hell!

He already felt the breath that was getting closer.

When he jumped out of the central city of Sark, George VI turned his head subconsciously.

A huge shadow hangs over the central square.

The golden-red body shines brightly under the sun.

The cold pupils of the same color were full of violence.

Fabol VII came faster than expected.

The agent of the 'pharmacist' who used the 'medicine' to force George VI back was turned into coke by the other party's dragon breath.

Then!

Fly directly towards George VI!

George VI went towards the set goal according to the plan.

The golden-red dragon was in hot pursuit.

"Tsk tsk, although this is not the first time I have seen it, this situation is really amazing."

Skiffins Steinbeck sighed while holding a cup of milk tea.

Goethe on the side sat under a parasol, eating a muffin spread with butter, glanced at Faber VII, and then straight away.

Divination can be found.

Peeping works as well.

"Do not worry."

"This His Majesty has a bad temper, so that when he is always angry, he ignores many things—probably because he chose a mixed race?"

"Mixed blood?"

Goethe became interested.

"Um."

"Your Majesty didn't just choose a bloodline of a giant dragon, but chose the bloodline of a red dragon, a golden dragon, and an unknown dragon, especially the latter, which is hidden very deeply. I haven't found out after several times arrive."

"But it should be in those categories."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to enter the eyes of this majesty."

Skiffins Steinbeck sighed, as if admiring Faber VII's boldness and talent.

Everyone knows that the blood pulse is terrible.

The conflict of ordinary blood is fatal.

Not to mention dragon-like.

"Then let's wish this His Majesty success in appeasing his anger."

Goethe picked up the tea, toasted far away in the direction where Faber VII flew away, and drank it all in one gulp.

At this time, Skiffins Steinbeck was already walking towards the tavern in the alley at the corner.

That's where the 'bartender' is.

The wooden sign reads 'Hex's Tears'.

The door appeared to be tightly shut.

But as Skiffins Steinbeck exerted a little force.

Squeak!

The door is open.

PS Everyone, look at the ticket warehouse, there are still tickets gone~ Double~ One is worth two~