Orc Tyrant

When the others had left, the seeker hidden on the ceiling circled the room and made sure that no new monitoring equipment had appeared, and the Shadow Prince finally let him sigh deeply.

Afterwards, he carefully raised his hand and took off the silver mask, and the cortical suckers released the connection with his face.

He shook his head and let his long gray hair hang down his shoulders. He is now in a much better state than when he was in the wilderness. Although he is still bloodless, at least he is no longer skinny.

"I think I need a drink."

After moving his shoulders, he suddenly murmured. This voice was completely different from the tone of giving orders behind the mask before.

This is justified. The Shadow Prince is a ghost in a ghost. Most people only know that he is one of the bloodlines of the royal family. However, which member of the descendants of the many dynasties he is, they can only have their own doubts.

Only a few people in the world knew the true identity of the Shadow Prince, and one of them was in this room.

A servant staggered. He had no eyes, no ears, no tongue, and his senses were completely replaced by something else.

He came to Diego and passed a gold-inlaid teacup containing black tea mixed with fresh human bone marrow.

"Are you going to come with me for a drink, friend?"

Diego asked.

"I'll forget it."

The man in the hood responded like this.

"It's up to you."

Picking up the teacup, this man with the heavy responsibility of the imperial regency observes the reflection of his worrisome face in the glass. Diego seems to be returning to himself at this moment, and the shadow prince’s mask is gone. This identity will not be until the next time. It will only appear again when it needs to be enabled.

He took a sip of tea and tasted it carefully.

Then he sighed. The anti-witchcraft devices in this room were not strong enough to cause any adverse effects on him, but their existence was like the buzzing of some invisible insect, which disturbed his senses a little.

At this time, his companion finally stepped into the light completely, and walked slowly and calmly around the table.

This man with a hood is slender, just like him, but his limbs are more slender.

But he also knew that bystanders who resembled himself were the embodiment of danger, and his graceful movements made the dark red robe surge like flowing water.

Then a white gloved hand opened the wide hood, revealing a head covered with black hair over the shoulders, a slightly smiling face and squinted eyes.

On his throat, a dark red mark appeared on the neckline.

"Just say something, Archbishop of Wendigo."

Diego tried to read the man's emotions.

But he found nothing.

Hannibal glanced at him with a playful look.

"I have said everything I want to say,"

He answered like this, hanging his hand on the table, and unconsciously stroking the wood with a finger.

He glanced around, and he had been speculating about its true location when he was in this room, and Diego was sure of this.

The shadow regent of the empire covered the corners of his mouth, which was gradually raised in a smile, with a sip of tea mixed with bitterness and bitterness.

"I admit, I didn't expect you to speak apart from sitting on the sidelines,"

He said, putting down his teacup.

"Yet you broke the usual pattern of verbal contention in these kinds of talks."

"I'm actually more accustomed to this way, but I still don't understand the meaning of your inviting me here? This should be your secret."

"Come and observe."

Diego nodded.

"I want to ask your opinion--"

Hannibal interrupted him by shaking his head.

"Don't lie to me, you didn't let me come here just for my silence."

Diego finally let himself smile.

"I... some guesses."

Hannibal laughed too, and he pursed his lips.

"Then, I hope this result is satisfactory to you."

The shadow prince sensed that the guest was going to turn around and leave, so he opened his mouth to leave him behind.

"I have to say, I'm a little surprised. After all, you have surrendered to him, and you showed loyalty to him. I thought you would become a--"

He paused, searching for the right words.

"An accomplice, or even a slave?"

Hannibal's expression changed, and instead of the irritation that Diego expected, he smiled without a smile.

"If this is an irony to test me, Your Prince, it would be a bit clumsy. I have higher expectations of you."

"Sorry, I was tired today."

"A lot of things I have done are unexpected to you. As you said before, I am indeed his servant, but this does not prevent me from carrying out some...special actions."

"But maybe this action will kill him?"

Diego felt he was frowning, and the conversation was not going in the direction he expected.

"you can say so."

Hannibal said briskly:

"My supreme duty is to lead him on the right path. There are many different means to achieve this goal, no matter what method is used."

"So, do you really believe that a execution team can achieve its goal?"

Hannibal shrugged his shoulders.

"They do have a chance of success, only at the right time, in the right place, and in the right environment."

Diego smiled.

"Look, sir, I didn't lie, I wanted your opinion, and you told me too."

"I haven't finished talking yet—"

This time it was Hannibal's turn to interrupt the opponent.

"But you can't kill him, and no one can kill him. The end of the road is not here. Maybe it will make you uncomfortable, but this is the reality, the reality that must happen."

The smile of Prince Shadow disappeared.

"It's not wise, Hannibal."

"You can't be so arrogant that you think you are wiser than it?"

Archbishop Wendigo's tone became rigid.

"Do you think I can believe it! Those **** prophecies and fatalism!"

Diego answered sternly, suddenly bursting into anger.

"The demon of the supreme heaven! Bloodhand Kane cursed you! All my efforts, the lives of tens of thousands of people, have all been put in extreme danger by Guk! I will defeat your **** fantasy and imagination Whether it’s your master! Or the enemy! Don’t want me to succumb! We have the opportunity to launch a counterattack in the shadows, even if no one knows it and will not be remembered, we can accomplish this almost impossible task without letting the whole world. Burning raging! A swift ending, behead the viper with one sword!"

Diego took a deep breath and calmed down his excitement. He knew he was bleeding again, but he didn't reach out to wipe it.

"You are the person who knows him best besides me. To help me and defeat him, I can give a lot to your true master... a lot..."

Hannibal stood up, wrapped his arms around his chest, bowed his head and stared at Diego.

"Is this an order or a request?"

The eyes of Prince Shadow shone in the dim light.

"It's up to you to decide."