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Chapter 69 41 The Story of Hanilhara Eating Melon

Author: The Fish Daxian who doesn’t know how to swim

Chapter 69 41. Hanil Hara’s Melon Eating Story

After midnight of death, Darkus returned to the forest farm and continued to practice martial arts and conduct social research every day.

Walter stayed in Krakalund. He had to deal with family affairs, but there was nothing left to deal with. His sister, sister-in-law, nephews and nieces had all been cleared away by Darkus.

The days went by like this day by day, spring came, the Black Ark Nagol left, Ferland Bale was about to usher in his destiny, and Darkus also ushered in his 17th year. He had to

Back to Krakalund, because Hanil Hala is about to take place.

In the hall of the Night Governor's Castle, the dignitaries communicated quietly or silently. Newkel stood beside the throne holding the noble curved sword in his hand. Anasara, the Night Governor of Krakalond, stood on the edge of the handrail on the third floor and looked at the crowd.

Among the dignitaries in the building hall, she wore a noble purple long-sleeved robe, a short-sleeved coat, a purple cloak, and a spiked crown on her head. Four pale skulls on the crown were on the ceiling.

The reflection of the crystal is extremely strange.

A moment later, Anasara teleported directly to the throne in the hall on the first floor. She looked at the dignitaries expressionlessly. Anasara raised her right hand to grasp it. The patriarch of the Calvo family who was hiding at the back was directly hit by black magic.

After being dragged to the steps of the throne, the Calvo family patriarch lowered his head with fear and pain in his eyes. Anasara immediately held her hand. Blood began to ooze from the Calvo family patriarch's body, and he knelt down in a pool of his own blood, struggling in pain.

The powerful people all fell silent. They saw darkness, pain and arbitrariness.

On the throne, Anasara's pale face looked like a ghost under the crystal light of the hall's ceiling, looking at the Calvo family patriarch indifferently.

This is Hanil Hara, a traditional high-energy show of Druchi. The dignitaries have to pay tribute to the Night Governor and reiterate their loyalty, and the Night Governor does the same to the Witch King. At this moment, Krakaron gathers in the hall of the Night Governor's castle.

These powerful people are either full of wealth, slaves or military exploits, or have ancient bloodlines and titles. On this important occasion, there is a certain distance between each family. There is a certain distance between each powerful person.

Surrounded by his own cronies and retinue, every noble Druchi noble can think about his own affairs.

The two Maranur brothers were also standing next to Nukel, holding the noble curved sword in their hands. Dakoos looked at the head of the Calvo family suffering at the foot of the steps with an indifferent expression. Maranur suddenly turned his head and talked to Dakoos.

Kevus looked at each other. Maranur's eyes did not have the chill that made Darkvus shudder. Instead, there was a kind of banter unique to a happy person. At this time, Nukel also turned his head and glared at the brothers.

The show started, and dignitaries came up one after another to pay tribute and swear their family's loyalty. Annasara said nothing, she would only nod and shake her head. If she nodded, she would reciprocate her gifts, and she would cast black magic.

Magic, the powerful people will be tortured and fall down, and then the guards of the hell disaster will drag the powerful people away. If you shake your head? The unlucky guy will have to lie with the head of the Calvo family. Some powerful people are guilty of crimes, and some are

Some are because Anasara feels humiliated by the shabby gift. Others are just because Anasara looks displeased and wants to show off her power.

"Walter! From the Thorn family!"

The sound penetrated the air and echoed in Darkus's ears. Anasara suddenly turned her head, looked at Darkus and asked jokingly: "What do you think?"

"Fuck!"

The dignitaries also cast their gazes. Darkus was sweating coldly. What virtues and abilities could he have? Halfway through Hanil Hara's program, the first sentence Anna Sara said was to him. He

After reacting, he bowed solemnly to Annasara and saluted.

Annasara nodded slightly and said the second sentence of the day: "Come to me and offer your tribute."

The sound was like a pair of invisible black hands, slowly inserting into Walter's heart and grabbing his heart. He gritted his teeth tightly, mustered up the courage to walk slowly over with his head lowered, and crossed the pool of blood under the steps.

Coagulated blood stuck to the soles of his boots.

Walter stopped three steps away from the throne and said in a slow and low tone: "Your servants are waiting for your orders."

The eyes of the powerful people turned to Walter again, and he could feel the powerful people looking at him eagerly.

"We have spent another year in exile, and the usurpers of Ulthuan owe another blood debt." Annasara rested her left elbow on the armrest of the throne and supported her chin with her left hand as she said lazily.

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"We won't forgive! We won't forget!" Walt replied.

"We are the people of cold and darkness, supported by our hatred! We live for His Majesty the Witch King, and we live to correct ancient mistakes!"

"Through fire, blood and destruction!"

Annasara stood up slowly, walked down the steps and approached Walter, a faint black energy emanating from her eyes.

"A loyal subject pays tribute to his Night Governor. Walter of House Thorn, what tribute will you lay at my feet?"

"Great Night Governor, everything I own is yours: my blade, my property, my hatred. They are all I have!"

Annasara showed a bored expression and said slowly: "There is no weak person in Naggaroth! Other subjects offered gold, bodies and weapons at my feet. They served Krakarond and His Majesty the Witch King, and gave us

Enemies bring torture." Then she added, "The answer is the same every time!"

Obviously, Anasara was not satisfied with Walter's template answer.

Walter suddenly became mad and said: "Then kill me! Let my blood water Krakaronde! Weak people cannot attack the enemy, nor can they uphold Druchi's laws, let alone serve you and His Majesty the Witch King."

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Then Walter roared and said: "But the quality of loyalty is especially precious in Naggaroth, and the wise Night Governor will not squander it wantonly. Druchi drinks from the abyss of the world! We stand on the edge of the outer darkness, intoxicated by it

, no other race would be like this. In order to satisfy our own desires, we will spill a sea of ​​blood, cause a bloody storm, and harvest wantonly, but we will not waste things that are useful to us!"

Annasara looked at Walter silently. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and said: "Finally, there is something new. I accept your allegiance, Walter Thornthorn. I hope you will pass on this great bloodline and title. But, only

Loyalty is not enough. A slave must fear his master, and respect must come from being whipped. Since you gave a small gift, you should taste more suffering."

Consciousness flowed back like a tide, filling the nooks and crannies of his mind. Walter felt like he was walking, his steps numb and stagnant. His noble robes were soaked with sweat, urine and blood. There was the smell of blood in his mouth,

The place where his tongue had been bitten was swollen. Groups of Druchi passed by on both sides of him, their pale faces floating vaguely at the edge of his perception.

There is a shadow in Walter's mind, quietly retreating from his consciousness. Darkness, coldness, sharp claws, too ancient to be understood. They both make him excited and uneasy. If he focuses too much on memory, he will

Feeling that his fragile control over his body began to collapse. He suddenly saw his father, who smiled at him and slowly walked over. He also stretched out his hand to hug his father, and just when he was about to hug him,

In an instant, the world refocused.

At this time, Renn supported Walter and stood in the garden of Night Governor Castle.

Friday's Krakarlond Melon Eating Story is over

(End of chapter)