King’s Kingdom

The banquet was still going on, the knights were staggering, the whole banquet hall was noisy, the court musicians played melodious songs, the nobles and knights danced to the music with their favorite ladies, and the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more high.

"Actually, as a king, I love peace very much, but many times a person can't help himself, and peace needs war to maintain, just like your elves, who were originally in the depths of the jungle to fight against the world, but suffered for no reason. The invasion of that dragon lord, so in order to protect countless girls like you, I have to participate in the battle!"

Theodore's face was full of silence and deepness. His words resonated with the elf girl. She had lived a carefree life and grew up under the care of her parents, but the arrival of the giant dragon broke the sympathy. Peace of mind caused countless descendants of the Wood God to die unexpectedly.

"But..." Theodosius' eyes gradually became firmer, looking into the eyes of Canatis and said: "Even so, in order to protect my people, I would rather carry the reputation of war madmen, as long as they can live and work in peace and contentment. , even if I go to hell, I will not hesitate!"

At this time, Theodosius felt that he had turned into a playboy. In fact, war is the same thing. Although protecting the people is also one aspect, everyone knows the real reason.

Sir Camota sat on the table and took a sip of a glass of wine, keeping his eyes on the glass in his hand, but his heart was full of speechlessness.

He didn't know when His Majesty the King, who had always been virtuous and longed to gain glory through war, who took it as his duty to fight back the empire, became a peace messenger and loves peace? Sir Camota felt insulted to his intelligence.

The elf girl pondered for a while and said, "Perhaps you are right. We elves are a peace-loving race, but we also need force to defend our homeland..."

Konatis's voice was low, as if thinking of something, he said, "What's wrong with our elves?"

Thinking of the elf empire recorded in the books, the splendid civilization and the mighty army, and then thinking that today's elves are forced to ask for help everywhere by a mere giant dragon, the elf girl with an independent temperament and full of self-esteem is very frustrated.

"Don't be sad, all suffering will eventually pass!" Theodosius looked at Canatis with tenderness in his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to say: I will be your support.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to dance with me?" Theodosius got up and came to Canatis and said sincerely.

"This..." Canatis subconsciously felt something was wrong.

At this time, her fiancé's eyes were also red in an instant, and he clenched his fists and was about to get up. He could not wait to slash the damned dog in front of him.

However, a strong hand pressed on his shoulder, it was Jotapolis, the biological father of Canatis.

"Don't be impulsive, Michel!" Jotapoli shook his head and said softly: "These are all their people. If you do something to him, do you know what will happen to us? If this king is offended by you Anger, if you don't want to support us, the descendants of the wood **** will really perish!"

"But..." Michelle's eyes widened, the red blood on the eyeballs was clearly visible, and he clenched his fists into his mouth, as if trying to block the words he was about to blurt out, his whole body trembled, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Kanatis glanced at his father, saw that he had no response, and then looked at his fiancé, only to find that even he lowered his head and said nothing, as if he didn't see anything.

"Okay...Okay...!" Canatis lowered his head and said softly.

Theodosius smiled even more at the corner of his mouth, holding the girl's hand, as if a man and a woman at a wedding, slowly walked towards the center of the hall.

The court musicians saw their king Yu a lady approaching, looked at each other, and invariably sent assists.

The melodious and gentle voices converged into beautiful music, with infinite tenderness, Theodosius grabbed Canatis's hands.

Following the dance, Theodosius stared intently at each other's eyes, his strong body embraced Canatis in his arms, and his pupils seemed to be able to speak, conveying the emotions in his heart.

At the end of the song, Theodosius took the girl back to the dining table. The blush on Canatis' face had not completely dissipated at this time, and a feeling of guilt came to his heart. father and fiancé.

In the second half of the night, everyone almost lost their minds under the stimulation of alcohol, and the discipline of military aristocrats was also forgotten. Even if they were sitting well in the chairs, some drunk people would bump into them.

"There are ugly things in the stench!" Kanatis looked at everything in front of him with disgust and walked out of the banquet hall.

There was chaos in the banquet hall, and Theodosius, who focused on the girl, followed suit and walked out.

"What? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Theodosius caught up with Canatis and took her small white hand very naturally.

Gently rubbing the calluses on the opponent's thumb and index finger, Theodosius' expression became more and more gentle and ambiguous. The heroic charisma coupled with the secondary effect of seducing the center of gravity, Konatis's defense line was almost completely defeated.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and after the girl struggled slightly, she didn't do anything else, she just lowered her head and didn't dare to look at anyone.

Theodosius planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, and his body got closer and closer, and finally he even hugged him in his arms.

"Don't, uh..." Theodosius conquered the elf girl forcefully, and his other hand became restless, as if the cool autumn wind blew the leaves away, resisting Canatis's last bit. Psychologically disintegrated.

"Can't... can't be here!" Canatis said breathlessly.

Theodosius didn't say much, he simply picked up the girl whose cheeks were flushed by the waist, and walked towards his bedroom.

In the shadows, a bleak figure clenched his fists tightly. The shame and sourness of the bones were mixed with unwillingness. The anger in his heart was like an erupting volcano. The nails pierced deeply into the palm of his hand. He could only rely on the sting to restrain himself and rush out. The urge to punch the king in the face.

In the room, the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous, and the swaying pearl light reflected the girl even more alluring.

Her face was as white as snow, her pale green hair exuded a faint fragrance of grass, her green pupils stared blankly at the pattern on the ceiling, she had completely fallen.

The thick door could not cover up the suppressed moaning sound, and then a rapid slapping sound came out of the door. The low roar and coquettish groaning converged into a spring movement, which contained an incomparably wonderful breath of life.

In the end, Theodosius loosened his long green hair and lay contentedly on the big bed. There was a strange smell in the air, but both of them were happy.

Holding the delicate body beside him, Theodosius couldn't help but sigh: It's nice to be a king!

At this time, in the corridor not far from the bedroom, Michele's eyes were already blood red, and his hands were dripping with blood.

Only by relying on the pain caused by punching the wall again and again can he suppress the pain in his heart and ensure that he does not roar and wailing, and does not utter the cry of a defeated dog.