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Granville Palace.

Holt suddenly sat up from the bed.

The strong impact caused by the forbidden spell level magic can be clearly felt even by the palace.

His brows furrowed, he put on a coat and walked outside the house: "What's going on?"

The figures of the palace's chief magician Hercules and the veteran Antonio have quietly appeared beside Holt. As the most important guards around His Majesty the King, these two people will always stay by Holt's side. .

Holt also has absolute trust in these two people, even more than his own son and daughter.

At least, these two people wouldn't plot where he was.

These two people were orphans with excellent qualifications selected from the people when Holt was still just a prince. When they were about to starve to death, they were brought into the palace by Holt. Their way of practice was also different from ordinary people. , the entry speed is very fast, but similarly, the speed of old age is also obviously faster than that of normal people.

Two people, one with experience in the army, wiped out almost all the bandits and bandits in Granville.

One, joined the royal magic guard and became the chief magic officer of the royal family in just three years.

Hearing Holt's words, Hercules frowned and looked into the distance: "It seems to be the movement from the Andre family. I sensed the fluctuation of forbidden spell-level magic."

"Forbidden curse." Holt pondered for a moment.

There's nothing particularly strange about this.

The Andre family often uses some special magic, and big explosions occur from time to time. Holt has become accustomed to it over the years.

To put it bluntly, if there hadn't been several big explosions every year, the Andre family wouldn't have been so sparse, and the family wouldn't have declined so quickly.

"Forget it, now that you're awake, just come with me." Holt thought for a moment and said.

With the demise of the dragon clan, the kingdom's internal political situation became unstable.

Apu Lawn Montgomery is a true careerist. That guy's goal is not just to be the pope, he even wants to become the supreme master of the unity of politics and religion.

Many nobles have secretly taken refuge in Apu.

He must also make some countermeasures. Dominic is a worthy target. Since he wants to win over people, he must naturally do what he likes. The forbidden spell-level magic book hidden in the small vault should be Can pique Dominic's interest.

Also, that batch of top-quality magic stones.

There is also a batch of materials that although he can't use, but must be very precious to Dominic, which can allow Dominic to refine the materials to assist the star-raising potion.

At the legendary level, it is very difficult to upgrade the star level.

In this realm, there are no star-raising potions, only magic potions that assist in star-raising.

If you want to improve your star level, you have to rely more on hard practice, or you can expect to be favored by the god of fate, hoping that you can have an epiphany.

It's a pity that epiphany is a true legend. I have never heard of anyone who can achieve epiphany at this level.

While thinking about it in his mind, Holt came to the study, escorted by two legendary bodyguards. He moved the desk skillfully, pressed the button, and entered the corridor.

Entering the passwords one by one, he watched the stone doors move away in front of him one by one.

Holt couldn't help but show excitement on his face. Although as the king of Granville, he didn't need to worry about money at all, but looking at the gold bricks piled up in the secret room and the thousands of Wan's top-quality magic stone still gives Holt a strong sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Rumble…

The last stone door gradually moved away.

The expression on Holt's face became more and more intense. Even before the stone door was completely moved away, his eyes had already followed the gap in the stone door and looked inside, and then... his smile froze.

The smile on his face turned into an unbelievable dullness in less than a second. The familiar, dazzling golden light and colorful blocks of color did not catch his eyes as usual. When the stone door was completely moved, what appeared in front of Holt was a large empty... floor?

Holt didn't get angry, he even smiled.

It seems that he hasn't had much rest recently. His eyes are not working well. A master of his level can actually experience hallucinations. It would be a shame if word spread about this.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and then looked forward again.

The next second, his lips trembled slightly, he blinked, then pressed his forehead hard, and looked at the two bodyguards next to him: "Oh, Hercules, tell me, in my secret room, there are several Unclear gold bricks, maybe I was just a little stupid for a moment, so I couldn’t see it, right?”

Hercules looked strange: "Dear His Majesty the King, although I really don't want to break your illusion, but... Needless to say, there is nothing in your small treasury. The thirty-six thousand gold bricks you collected, eight thousand Six hundred top-quality magic stones, top-quality materials that can fill an entire storage ring, plus four forbidden spell-level magic scrolls and a sub-forbidden spell-level magic book, were all moved away."

"grass!"

Holt 474 was suddenly furious.

His face suddenly turned into an angry lion, without any dignity as a king, and he cursed loudly.

At the same time, he punched the wall next to him with his fist.

Along with the violent roar, the entire secret room was shaking violently.

On the solid wall, which was completely cut from huge rocks, dense cracks appeared in an instant, spreading like a spider web.

One can imagine how angry Holt was at this moment.

Even when he learned from Agnes that there was a mysterious captain running to his harem every three days and that he might have been cuckolded many times, he had never been as angry as he was now.

"My money, my money..."

"That's all my money..."

Granville was rich, extremely rich.

Holt is a king... But even so, Holt still feels so heartbroken that he can't breathe.

That's thirty-six thousand gold bricks, thirty-six thousand gold bricks.

That's eight thousand six hundred pieces of the best magic stone, eight thousand six hundred pieces.

Holt felt his heart bleed when he thought that he had spent thirty or forty years of hard work to save such a small amount of private money, only to have it stolen by some despicable bastard.

Whoops, whoops, whoops!

He was breathing very hard, and after a long time, he finally suppressed the urge in his chest to crush everything.

"Huh, my dearest Hercules, next time, just tell me if that's enough. You don't have to give such detailed figures, really." Holt said.

He was already very angry, and every time Hercules said a number, it was like another stab in his heart.

Every number made him understand in the most real way how much he had lost.

After a long time, Holt finally suppressed the restlessness in his heart. He took a deep breath and stepped into the small vault. After entering, Holt's face twitched uncontrollably again.

That bastard is so cruel.

In the huge secret room, which was several hundred square meters in size, he had torn out not a single bit of it, not even a single herb residue.

At this moment, Holt suddenly discovered that there was still a row of scarlet words on the wall.

He frowned and looked up.

All I saw was the row of words that were crooked, like earthworms crawling on the wall, which was particularly ugly.

"Dolores is mine..."

"Dolores is mine..."

"Dolores is mine..."

Although the words are densely packed, it is basically just one sentence and there is no other content.

The crooked text and scarlet color hint of madness.

What's going on with Dolores here? Why do he keep insisting that Dolores is his?

Who is he?

Just by looking at these words, Holt could feel how twisted the consciousness of the person who wrote these words was, and how crazy he was.

Although Dolores has many suitors, I haven't heard of any of them being crazy... Wait a moment, Holt's expression suddenly changed.

It seems that there is really such a crazy person.

Gray Andre.

The only descendant of the next generation of the Andre family.

He has a violent, twisted personality, and even has very strong paranoia.

Could it be that his little treasury was emptied out by Gray Andre?

Thinking again, Gray Andre has often entered the palace recently in order to propose marriage.

The Andre family has always been dissatisfied with the magic scroll that broke through the large dimensional space.

The more he thought about it, the gloomier Holt's face became, and the more he felt that Gray Andre might have done it.

His eyes scanned the text in front of him again. At the bottom, he even saw a row of different handwriting, which made Holt a little curious. He moved closer, and after careful identification, he finally recognized the top What is written:

If you want to rob the emperor, you want to sleep with the queen!

There are even parentheses next to it, thoughtfully indicating that the empress refers to the princess.

puff!

This time, Holt couldn't bear it anymore. A mouthful of bruises spurted out from his mouth. His face was extremely white, and the expression on his face was more ferocious than a devil. This damn bastard, not only tried to marry Delo Liz even got involved in his harem.

"Little bastard, bastard..."

"How dare you humiliate me like this... I'm going to kill you!"

Holt cursed in a low voice. As a king, this was the first time he had been humiliated like this.

At this moment, a violent roar suddenly exploded above the secret room.

Violent tremors caused the secret room to shake wildly, and there were cracks above the head.

Immediately afterwards, a voice swayed in the night:

"Holt, get out of here."

That's August Andre's voice!

Holt grinned with a bloody expression: "Hercules, Antonio..."

"Kill him to death..."