Become the city lord from today

"Shh

"Bang bang bang..."

"Who is it? Who the hell is it? "

A lone wolf-like howl came from the main hall of the palace, as well as the sound of dropping things.

This made the knights outside the door all look at each other, all shrinking their necks and not daring to make a sound, and now they dare to mess around at this time, for fear that they will be immediately pulled and beheaded.

"Is His Highness inside?" Deacon Number Three came to the outside of the main hall and asked.

"His Highness has an order not to let anyone in." Outside the door, the knight raised his hand to block the doorway.

"Let him in." Lucia whispered.

"Please." The knight got out of the way.

"Kaa

Deacon Number Three stepped into the hall and saw a large hall of embarrassment, and Lucia was sitting on the ground with his hair scattered, his eyes bloodshot and staring at him coldly.

This made Deacon No. 3's heart tighten, but his face was calm, and he slowly said, "Your Highness, why move?" "

"Huh..." Lucia sneered a few times and said gloomily, "If you can't say anything that satisfies me, you will go down and accompany my father today." "

The reputation of his business, in just half a day, with a note all gone down, how can he not be angry? In the future, the reputation of his father's murder will stay with him until his death, even thousands of years after death.

"Your Highness, the reputation of the father-killer is nothing to the royal family, there are many kings who have murdered the father to the throne in history, isn't your grandfather also the father-killer on the throne, isn't he also called a benevolent king?" Deacon Number Three said foolishly.

"...," Lucia's face changed a few times, and she squinted, "Not enough." "

He was worried about how to find an excuse to test Deacon Number Three, and now he just used his anger as a reason, the murderer would be exposed, he had been prepared for a long time, but he was exposed before he ascended the throne, which made him very dissatisfied.

"Your Highness, this matter can just test the loyalty of some people." Deacon No. 3's pupils shrank and looked deeply at Lucia, and he also tasted something meaningful.

"Talk about it." Lucia took the one-handed sword set on the table, which had just been slashed in.

"I got the latest news that Grand Duke Kerak will not come to the banquet tonight, but will only send his eldest son over." Deacon No. 3 said lightly, he believed that this piece of information was enough.

"What did you say?" Lucia tightened and walked towards Deacon Number Three with his sword in hand.

"This is the intelligence that I just received under the next." Deacon Number Three moved his steps back.

"Damn, damn it, he actually ..." Lucia's face was gloomy as water, the back of the hand holding the sword was bruised, and his eyes were full of violence.

Of course he knows what this means: The relationship between the two has been good before, even if they are really sick, Kerak will attend the banquet.

But when this happened, he sent a eldest son over, this intention is too obvious, saying that light is to ask for more benefits, waiting for the price and selling; To say that the serious point is to want to rebel, that is, to focus on his position, and take advantage of this wind of murder to pull him down.

"...," cold sweat came out on Deacon No. 3's forehead, he saw Lucia's killing intent, and his heart was slightly panicked, and he quickly said, "Your Highness, on behalf of the Divine Bishop, I will provide His Highness with 10,000 catties of wheat. "

"Ten thousand catties of wheat?" Lucia picked up the long sword and gestured twice in his hand, his golden eyes flashing coldly.

"No, it's 30,000 catties of wheat." Deacon No. 3 quickly changed his words, 30,000 catties of wheat, save some food. That's enough for a thousand people for a month.

"That is to thank the bishop for the tribute." The corners of Lucia's mouth tugged, and he turned and walked towards the throne, a trace of killing intent flashed under his eyes.

"Whew..." Deacon No. 3 breathed a slight sigh of relief, his cloudy eyes were full of irritation, a puppet actually dared to hurt the Lord.

"Did anyone else refuse my banquet?" Lucia wiped his sword with a cloth.

"Two more marquis are also sick." Deacon No. 3 said lightly.

"It's so good, it's good to be sick in this weather." The corners of Lucia's mouth hooked, Lu A's hideous smile, and said coldly, "Do they really think I need them very much?" "

"Your Highness, do you want to send someone here?" Deacon Number Three raised his hand and gestured to his neck.

"No, keep them for now." Lucia looked deeply at Deacon Number Three, he remembered that someone under him reported that the night he caught Lucy, Deacon Number Three went to a marquis's house.

He knew that some nobles were no longer willing to be ruled by them, and they had begun to have different intentions, and he knew that he lacked some of his father's courage and could not suppress some people.

Moreover, the divine bishop in front of him also exposed more and more things, and he could feel that he was becoming more and more powerless, and many nobles began to be insincere with him.

"Yes." A trace of loss flashed under Deacon No. 3's eyes.

If you kill a few marquises, then you can arrange your own people to take the throne, and in the future, the Kingdom of Yingluo will be their divine bishop who has the final say.

He knew that the eldest prince was beginning to be wary of them, not as trusting them as much as before, or suspecting something.

"Can you find out who got the paper?" Lucia asked indifferently.

"I suspect that it was done by foreign forces." Deacon No. 3 said helplessly, they really haven't found anything.

"The second prince's group?" Lucia frowned.

"It can't be ruled out that it's them." Deacon Number Three nodded, they were also the first to suspect the Second Prince.

"Go down, find out who did it, I'll live." Lucia waved his hand.

He can only win over the Grand Duke of the Home Secretary now, so Lucy is one of the best bargaining chips.

"Yes." Deacon Number Three saluted.

He also wanted to know who had caused him to lose 30,000 catties of wheat, which they had saved up with great difficulty.

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"Four more,( ̄▽ ̄). At two o'clock, it was finally completed. _

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