As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

Looking at the old king who was sitting on the ground blankly, Ai Wen quietly took Janet out of the room and hid her in a safe place.

Not long after, Prime Minister Christopher came in a hurry.

Finding that she was doing as usual, the other party's face relaxed.

"There is no smell of blood on your body."

The prime minister stared at her and said:

"There is no trace of fighting with anyone... Can I think that His Majesty is still safe and sound?"

"It's safe and sound."

Thinking of the two slaps the king received, Egwene smiled wryly:

"But don't worry, he just needs some time to recover now."

"Are you recovering?"

The prime minister asked slowly.

"Did you attack His Majesty?"

When he said this, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see his inner thoughts.

"No, recover your mood."

Aiwen dare not tell about her grandpa.

After all, the king's brain is not normal, and he can be easily deceived. The prime minister's mind is still normal:

"In short, I don't suggest you to disturb him now, it's better to go to the living room with me and wait for His Majesty to come back."

The reason why she proposed to wait together was that she didn't want the other party to mistakenly think that she was going to abscond in fear of crime.

No matter what happened to the king, as long as she stayed here in person, Christopher would not immediately turn against her.

"very good."

Christopher said:

"We'll wait in the living room."

The silver-haired girl and the prime minister returned to the living room, where there were also several elders of the kingdom.

They nodded slightly to the silver-haired girl and said hello, but no one came to talk to her.

This is not self-reliance, but lack of such leisure.

——The invasion of the orcs is just around the corner, but the king is still unconscious. This catastrophic situation makes it impossible for everyone to show a smile and say hello.

The silver-haired girl didn't make a sound, and sat alone in a corner drinking tea.

Now there are no servants in this house, and everything has to be temporarily seconded from the palace.

Therefore, tea and the like will naturally be prepared by the court attendant, and she does not need to worry about it.

"Your Majesty has an order!"

After about half an hour, a guard came to the living room and announced the old king's will:

"Everyone rushed to the palace immediately and held a second emergency meeting there!"

This decree made the ministers present look at each other in dismay:

You must know that the old king has not taken the initiative to discuss national affairs with them for a long time.

He actually planned to deal with business continuously today. What happened during the time he went out just now?

They focused their attention on the silver-haired girl, but they couldn't see anything unusual.

The other party has been drinking tea leisurely, as if in her own home - in fact, this is indeed her home.

"Where is the missing Princess Janet? Have you found it?"

asked a minister.

He had already confirmed the reason for today's farce with others, so he asked this question.

"Found it, but was frightened and is currently resting in my room."

The silver-haired girl replied calmly:

"I don't think we should bother her."

This rhetoric has been used on the old king just now, but it still has a significant effect.

Which of these senior ministers really cares about the safety of the princess?

It's just that he wants to take the opportunity to obtain some information that is beneficial to him.

When it comes to taking risks, they shrink back faster than anyone else, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Tattoo..."

People in the drawing room were talking in low voices about the king's performance, when suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves outside.

"Your Majesty has left early."

After a while, a knight walked in with a blank face and told everyone a news.

This knight is one of the 10 palace guards, and no one will doubt the authenticity of the news.

The ministers stood up one after another upon hearing the words, and rushed to their carriage in a hurry.

"Finally gone."

Seeing the old prime minister Christopher also leave the mansion, the silver-haired girl finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"The first hurdle should have passed...then we will see how the situation develops."

She looked back at the place where the black knight was hiding, and secretly thought:

"I hope this trick can be effective, after all, this is the safest solution I can think of so far."

Judging from Janet's careful approach, her teacher's style is unlikely to be simple and rude killing or robbery.

If you need to launch a coup, or assassinate the king to succeed; then it is not the so-called witch trial, but a battle for the throne!

If you are really stupid enough to do that kind of behavior, you will definitely fail without thinking about it, and there is even a high probability of angering the other party.

And it's true that Dragon Slayer is a fake?There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and when the time comes, he will make himself a big enemy with the white tree.

"Big sister... has that scoundrel left?"

After all the attendants from the palace had evacuated, Janet's head emerged from the living room door and asked timidly.

"Come on, you're safe now."

Seeing this charming witch, the silver-haired girl suddenly had a headache:

——What should I do with Janet?

Send it back to the palace?

Given the current situation, sending it back might not be a meat bun to beat a dog, but it would only make that old ghost of the king cheaper.

But if you stay by your side, you will be at great risk, which is really a dilemma.

"Forget it, you can stay with me first."

Thinking of Bradley hiding in the next room, the silver-haired girl felt at ease again:

As long as my grandfather is here, at least the king will not come to trouble the two of them for a short time.

As for when the other party reacted, I'm afraid he would have already gone far away.

"Oh."

Janet walked to her side carefully, and sat down obediently on the sofa.

Then the stomach made a "cuckoo" sound.

"Big sister, I'm hungry."

She raised her head pitifully, and asked the silver-haired girl:

"Can I eat what's on the table?"

After the ministers left, there were still many untouched snacks and drinks left in the living room.

"Eat... whatever you want."

Looking at those innocent eyes, the silver-haired girl's head began to ache again.

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"I didn't expect you to have the talent to write scripts."

Calling the evil eye possessed by the butler, Ai Wen rarely praised him:

"Did you come up with those lines yourself?"

"Of course not. In fact, history is always surprisingly similar."

The butler smiled and replied:

"The story of your king and Bradley also happened in a country where I stayed before, but the ending was different."

"Oh? What a difference."

The silver-haired girl asked with interest.

"The swordsman who grew up with the king also came back from the dead, but in the end he killed his best friend and became the new king himself."

There seems to be a deep meaning in the butler's tone:

"Of course, that unlucky king didn't have a dragon slayer as a friend, nor did he have a dreaded secret treasure, so he lost his life and his country in the end."

"You mean, the king holds some kind of powerful secret treasure?"

The silver-haired girl understood the meaning of his words.

"No, that secret treasure doesn't have any attack power."

"But in some respects, it is indeed infinitely powerful."