In the Name of the Queen

Trial requires evidence, and equal verdict only requires a list.

Everyone understands the truth, but people always relax their vigilance, especially when they see light in the darkness and judge that the threat has been lifted or even there is hope of a comeback.

Late at night, the Duke Ricken Manor was full of guests. The guests attending tonight's banquet were all anti-royalists, commonly known as traitors.

Among them were frustrated princes, cabinet ministers who were worried about their future and fate, and big businessmen who were worried about losing their monopoly.

In addition, there was a big man who had "died" for many years.

Old Macbeth.

This former number one in the empire's literary world had passed away for many years, and people almost forgot his existence.

However, he came back.

He claimed that he had crossed the Styx, experienced the dangers of the underworld, and finally got redemption and returned to the world.

But the big men present were all smart people, not fools, and of course they knew it was a lie.

Resurrection is not impossible, but it is extremely difficult.

The dividing line between the new calendar and the old calendar of the Magic Era is both the day when the Magic Empire was destroyed and the day when the Son of Light returned from the Styx.

Resurrection is the gift that God can bestow upon the world when he sees the Son of God suffering.

Resurrection is not that simple, at least it can only be done by a true God.

Macbeth's return is a wake-up call from pretending to be dead, but ordinary people don't understand, they will think that Macbeth is shrouded in a sacred aura.

Although he is respected by God, he cannot change the political arena. Instead, it is more promising for him to join the Court of Light and become a high-level charlatan.

However, his return made the rebels nervous, and they almost opened champagne in advance.

Not only did he return himself, but he also brought back Prince Fino who was wandering on the banks of the Styx.

It must be said that top writers are indeed very good at making up stories.

If the guests here don't know the truth, they will definitely lose their judgment in the tear-jerking story.

He told a story.

"Prince Fino fell into the sea to protect the old emperor."

"According to secular views, Prince Fino is indeed dead."

"But his virtue could not move the ferryman of the Styx, and he had no extra gold coins, so he could only wander on the other side of the Styx."

"However, the kindness of the great Prince Fino was favored by the gods."

In short, Fino saved the old emperor, which was good; Sif forced the old emperor to abdicate, which was bad.

Fino's bad luck finally turned around two years later.

Macbeth appeared on the banks of the Styx, he saved Prince Fino, and returned to the world with him.

This story is indeed very exciting and easy to touch people's tears.

After all, most people will form a family, they also have children, and naturally hope that their children will be as filial as Prince Fino.

Fino's filial piety will also push Sif, who forced his father to abdicate, to the forefront.

It is indeed a wonderful story, but unfortunately the factual content is very low.

"But so what? People never need the truth, but the truth they want."

Macbeth looked at the doubtful expressions of others and snorted with some disdain.

"Independent thinking and judgment are rare abilities that most people do not have. As long as we have great propaganda efforts, we can confuse right and wrong."

After a pause, Macbeth smiled and said, "Let's start with Prince Fino's mastery of politics."

"If it was Prince Fino who came to power instead of Sif who had not received any political education, would the country be better?"

"This question is an unsolvable killer, let the royalists tremble!"

As we all know, those who don't come to power are always the strongest.

Even if Sif has three heads and six arms, she can't satisfy everyone.

At this time, if the news that Prince Fino is alive comes out, the frustrated will definitely not miss the opportunity, and those speculators will also make a lot of money.

"Do you think it's right, Your Majesty Fino?"

Macbeth turned to the fake Fino who was sitting in the main seat but was very timid and asked with a smile.

"I, I don't."

"Your Majesty, don't worry. You've been in the underworld for too long. You should adapt slowly. Fortunately, we have plenty of time."

The puppet Fino shut up tactfully, but a flash of anger flashed in his eyes when he lowered his head.

He is indeed a puppet, and the act of pretending to be a deceased prince is very risky. If something goes wrong, he will definitely pay a heavy price.

Fortunately, he has few family members, so he doesn't have to worry about implicating his family.

The core members of the anti-thieves drank and their faces were flushed. They finally saw the dawn of a comeback and had to relax.

Not only should they discuss how to deal with Sif, but also how to share power after the war.

Duke Ricken, who was sitting next to the main seat, watched this scene silently.

He even poured wine for Prince Fino intimately.

Looking at these guys with flushed faces, Duke Ricken wanted to laugh.

They didn't know what was waiting for them later.

In addition to Ricken, Alben also watched the almost carnival party silently.

These poor fellows are all looking for ways to get ashore, unlike me, who saw from the beginning that the Queen was worth investing in, and now it is finally time to reap the harvest.

Just when everyone was a little drunk, a waiter came to Duke Ricken and whispered something in his ear.

Duke Ricken smiled, and the team led by Roland had entered the manor.

Everyone present was a lamb to be slaughtered.

Ricken did not speak, but he was looking forward to it.

There were footsteps outside the corridor, very thin but very dense.

Smith looked at the door of the hall with some dissatisfaction, and coldly rebuked:

"If there is nothing important, don't disturb us, leave quickly!"

"That won't do. This is a rebellion!" A resolute voice came from outside the door.

Rebellion? !

Everyone present was stunned. They stood up and wanted to resist, but found that their arm strength was less than one-tenth of the peak number.

They couldn't feel it when holding the wine glass just now, but now they couldn't resist at all.

"Someone poisoned!" A surprised voice sounded.

The door of the hall was opened, and the whole building was shaking.

Roland looked at these guys with a smile, and waved his hand. Dozens of soldiers rushed up like wolves and tigers.

"Follow my plan!"

When the soldiers rushed in, the old guy sitting on the chair with a red face instantly felt something was wrong.

He used his life to set up a trap, just to trick people of rank seven to come to him to die.

The opponent came, not even one, but two, three.

The White Rose Knight and the Flame Witch were both by Roland's side, and their combat power was considered top among the rank seven. He didn't dare to guarantee victory even if he faced one of them, but three came at once.

What's more, some people are so despicable as to poison coffee, using the bitter taste of coffee to suppress the poison hidden under the coffee.

Macbeth immediately raised his hands and began to beg for mercy.

"Mr. Roland, this matter has nothing to do with me. I can report and expose other people."

"Want to reduce your sentence by making meritorious service? Okay, tell me valuable information."

Macbeth breathed a sigh of relief and began to talk about interesting things in the imperial literary world.

Just as he was accumulating strength and waiting for an opportunity to act, Roland suddenly took out a scepter from somewhere and smashed it on his head.

Macbeth is not a rookie. He has rich combat experience and dodged at the first time. When he was about to question and counterattack, the tip of the gun flashing with cold light also pierced his back.

Just as Sif ended the battle with a shot and solved the rebels at the fastest speed, Roland also took action. He raised the scepter again and smashed Macbeth's head.

Red and white meet.

Macbeth looked at the female knight who stabbed the fatal blow unwillingly, and thought of someone who shouldn't have come, and his eyes went black.

"You, you"

He fell down with a bang, but he didn't say this sentence after all.

No one knew what he wanted to say, and no one cared.

After all, no one would care about the thoughts of the corpse.