To Four Thousand Years Later

[The main task has been updated]

[Main task you, or him: Force Pope Adrian to abdicate within 30 days (0/1), or kill the Marquis of Povato and his family bloodline (0/13)]

[Reward: Legendary 7, great man "Zhenris of Nassau" 1 Interesting. Rewarding the great man's mission... how will he reward me? Directly become a living person?

No, it's the details. More importantly, the information and intelligence revealed in the mission requirements. Tie? Are they enemies, friends, or mutual exploiters? Because of the distraction caused by thinking, Charles paused slightly for a moment. Then he continued walking as if nothing happened.

And Baimon, who was beside him, seemed to have noticed something. Turning around with some concern, the silent questioner.

"It's okay Charles shook his head. He stretched out his hand and gently **** Baimon's head, signaling him to feel relieved.

They had just descended the spiral downward staircase to the castle's underground prison.

It's dark and damp here. The sun was not visible, and the lighting was completely dependent on torches and oil lamps. Although the ground was cleaned quite clean, there was still a question every day, "Your Majesty, why did you come down in person... It's damp and dark here, and it's not decent at all. It doesn't suit your status... The warden followed behind Charles anxiously: "You Just send a message and I'll propose her to you.

"Don't be so troublesome, Mosleyan. I just asked her a few words, and it might be convenient here." Charles said gently and calmly: "It's very late now, I think you should go back to sleep. You all It's almost forty... You should also pay attention to maintaining your body.

"His Majesty

The warden was taken aback.

Although he is nominally the warden elected by King Pepin III, he is actually a jailer. What he is in charge of is not a state prison, but just the private prison of King Invincible III. His identity is actually a servant. Qislian only needs to be on duty here for twelve hours during the day, remember every item used, and lock up the three main roads before leaving at night. He is not needed for cleaning, and even a few people cannot be imprisoned every year. More often, he is the only one in this prison. It's as if it was built for him personally. He can eat three meals a day, and if he is lucky, he can eat meat for several days in a row. His monthly salary is about the same as that of a soldier. After spending his life like this, he was already very satisfied. The only downside is that it feels like you're locked up and the whole world forgets you.

It never occurred to Mosleyan. The new king can say his own name casually - even the groom doesn't necessarily know himself.

…you will be a great king. His Majesty Solomon. Also please be careful of that witch. Moslian's eye circles turned red, and then he realized his rudeness. He saluted and apologized to Charles very respectfully, then blessed Charles in a low voice, and then followed his words... There seems to be no difference between this era and two thousand years ago.

"In this day and age, the dignity of most people is so humble, Your Majesty."

Floros chuckled and said in a low voice: Nobles and commoners are not even a species, and the difference between kings and prison guards is even greater. He may not react so much when being called by his name by others, but you are an exception. And you care about him like a close and friendly friend.

"Really. I'm just asking casually.

Charles shook his head: "Not a great moral sentiment. It's just a habit.

"Because of this, this kind of natural universality is more valuable."

Floros glanced at Baimon. Then he looked at Charles again and said in a low voice: "You may not know... In the past two thousand years, we haven't seen a few kings with half of your self-cultivation.

"Sooner or later there will be. As long as the times continue to develop, sooner or later there will be.

Charles walked while talking, and when he came to the door of the prison where the witch was held, he turned his head and said seriously to Floros: "Today is better than yesterday, how can tomorrow be worse than today?

A somewhat weak, but still very indifferent voice sounded in the cell: "Oh, maybe it's time to call you Your Majesty."

"Call me Your Majesty Solomon.

Charles said casually, while looking at the imprisoned witch through the door.

Her hair was messy and fiery red. Around her neck was a leather ring with an iron chain attached to it, which was attached to the wall. Her hands were put on leather shackles and placed in front of her body, and her ankles were handcuffed with iron bars, which prevented her from running.

There is no bed in her room. There is no place to go to the toilet, only a trough for feeding animals, which can also be used for food feeding or waste disposal.

Obviously, the warden didn't dare to have any close contact with this witch who died silently, the king and the prince, and he didn't even dare to give her food or talk to her at close range, so he locked her up. In the innermost cell, a small amount of food was sent in from a distance through the sink. Although we don't know what kind of abilities witches have, when people face people who can really kill themselves, they often like to exaggerate their abilities as much as possible. Charles sighed softly, and walked peacefully towards the witch's cell.

"Selina Povato?"

He asked in a low voice, "Or Arya Schultz?"

Hearing what Charles said, the frivolous smile on the witch's face disappeared.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Charles. Suddenly became silent.

"If I say, if you tell everything you have to say, I will let you go...you won't believe it.

Charles said with a blank face: "But I don't intend to kill you. Of course, it's not for the meaningless information you know. I can know your name - you should know me... Then I can help you What to do?"

"As long as you live, you can be a sword. A sharpest sword."

Charles raised the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice: "So I won't kill you." Elijah smiled and raised her head: "My mother taught me that there is a sharpest sword between a girl's legs. It can make all the swords in the world. "Hearing her words, Baimon and Floros couldn't help laughing—he just read a word softly—Alia didn't even know what the word meant.

Also, "Flauros."

A faint rainbow light flashed by. The illusion from the demon **** Floros instantly invaded the witch's brain, completely tampering with her five senses.

All of Arya's memories of Frank were frozen in that moment.