After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

Keslinton picked up the kettle on the table and took a leisurely sip. A joy from his soul made him squint his eyes.

"That old fellow must be weeping now. He always opposes me. He took a lot of money and food from me by using the orcs as an excuse, and even established good relations with the orcs.

"I gave him money and connections, which made him look so powerful. Such a huge force must not be in his hands.

“This is a threat to me and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Now, before my men have even made a move, he has been betrayed by his closest ally.

"Haha, that must be a great feeling. I really want to visit him in person right now."

It can be seen that the Marquis is very happy now. The thief kneeling on the ground licked his lips.

"My Lord, what about my reward?"

Keslinton turned the kettle in his hand, rubbing the exquisite patterns on it, and smiled meaningfully.

"Haha, of course you won't be left out."

The thieves were ecstatic, as the reward this adult had given them was enough to feed them for several years.

This mission ended perfectly, and he was the only one left. It seemed that he would not have to worry about the rest of his life, and would no longer have to live on the edge of a knife.

"Avada Kedavra..."

Although the sound was very faint, they were thieves, if nothing else, they had sharp ears.

This is... a spell!

The thief finally realized something and tried to escape into the darkness, but it was too late.

Keslinton kicked him away in disgust. "What the hell? You dare to ask me for money when you haven't completed the task yet."

"Please dispose of the body."

The magician hidden in the black robe nodded slightly. Knowing that he had nothing to do, Keslinton went out and ordered people to go to the place where the thief hid the money and take back his money.

The real show will begin tomorrow. Once Excelsior is overthrown and the old king dies and the eldest prince succeeds to the throne, this kingdom will be in his hands.

The next day, the royal city was shocked.

The orcs living in the West City threatened the Duke of Axossenio's beloved daughter and asked the kingdom to provide them with food for 10 years.

In the magnificent palace, a group of well-dressed and pot-bellied nobles were cursing loudly.

"They are a bunch of untamed beasts. The kingdom provides them with food and water every year, yet they dare to ask for such a huge amount of money."

"I think we should expel all the orcs from the country to show our power."

"I think otherwise. They are just a bunch of ungrateful wolves. We should kill them on the spot. Otherwise, their cunning mouths will bite our throats sooner or later.

"I said it a long time ago, but some people are stubborn. Is it okay now?"

"Hey, hey, be careful with your words."

A noble nearby tugged at his clothes and pointed at Axosenio, whose face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it, and gave him a warning.

You're saying this just because his daughter died. Aren't you just rubbing salt into his wounds?

The most important thing is that the supply of food to the orcs has always been handled by Duke Axosenio, and this mockery is tantamount to slapping him in the face.

He immediately realized that something was wrong. He had originally wanted to please the Marquis of Keslinton and ridicule those "pro-beast factions" at the same time, but he ended up offending another great god.

Normally it would be fine to just say it, but now he is angry and he may take it out on anyone.

He quickly smiled and said, "Lord Duke Excelsior, I know that your daughter's death makes you very sad, but..."

"Shut up!" Viloria said with cold eyes.

The fat noble was so frightened that he quickly hid in the crowd.

At this time, another voice came in with a somewhat sad tone, but also a hint of gloating.

"Haha, why are you so angry, Lord Veloria? The tragedy has already happened. It is a fact that those orcs are disloyal and unrighteous. They betrayed us once a hundred years ago.

"I thought they would attack anyone, but I never thought they would attack your daughter. You know, without your help, they would have died long ago.

"So they are bloodthirsty and cruel at heart, and have no gratitude."

Keslinton's tone suddenly became high. He knelt down on his knees, spread his hands wide, and said exaggeratedly: "Our wise and mighty Majesty, for the safety of your people, please order the elimination of those beasts who refuse to obey the king's will!"

At this time, Keslinton glanced at a young man standing next to the throne, and the latter nodded knowingly.

The young man had just opened his mouth when a voice like a lion's roar frightened him so much that he closed his mouth again.

"That's nonsense. If you hadn't given me the food mixed with stones and sand, how could the orcs hate us so much?

"My dear daughter, why should it come to this? It's all your fault, you treacherous minister who flatters your superiors and fawns on your subordinates!" Viloria accused with red eyes.

Seeing the old man on the throne, he was looking at him with scrutiny.

Although the old man's eyes were old and dull, a lion was still a lion even when it was dying, and Kslinton was so frightened that all his fat trembled.

A dog can never look directly into the gaze of a lion.

Kslinton's head, which had just been raised, fell to the ground again.

"Your Majesty, this is slander. It is Duke Axosenio who is in charge of the orcs' food. You can't frame me just because his daughter died, right?"

The old man on the throne spoke slowly, "Lord Veloria, I remember that I allocated a huge sum of money to you, and you have always been responsible for the food of the orcs. How can you blame Lord Kerslinton for the food being mixed with sand?"

Veloria stepped out of the line, bowed, and said with a face full of sorrow, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that the money and food you allocated were all used to maintain the Royal Griffin Knights?

"The order to allocate funds to the orcs was given to the Minister of Finance, Marquis Kslinton Sotoop. In the beginning, I was indeed responsible for purchasing food and delivering it to the orcs."

"but......"

Viloria suddenly paused, and Kelsington's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, what Viloria said the next second scared him so much that he almost dared not raise his head. The old lion's gaze was too scary. If he really saw any clues, he would be finished.

You are obviously a bunch of old immortals. Just die when you reach the age!