My feud with the protagonist is as deep as the sea [Quick Transmigration]

There are nine months of winter in the north, so the nights are always unbelievably quiet, and if the wind keeps whistling, it is tantamount to a certain kind of silence.

In the middle of the night, only the occasional howling of snowfield wolves outside the city could be heard, corresponding to the sound of the wind, which would soon be buried in the blizzard.

The maid looked at the sky, and came over to add charcoal to Lu Ri who was leaning on the window sill. The latter glanced at her, nodded slightly, and signaled her to back down.

The blizzard outside couldn't attract the prince's eyes just like the current coup d'etat in the north. He devoted himself to painting creation until the maids lit the flickering candles, and then receded silently again. The night fell deep inside the house, and only he was left one person.

The bright and dark candlelight illuminates the beautiful figure who devotes herself to creation, as well as the black dagger placed by the desk.

This sword was given to his beloved son by the king of the north who had just died in the middle. Unlike ordinary swords, it was once stained with the blood of the wolf king of the northern snowfield.

At that time, the 13-year-old prince was lost in the snowfield on the way out. When he was found, he was holding this sword and standing next to the corpse of the snowfield wolf king. No one could explain how a waste without magic power could Killing the powerful snowfield wolf king was finally interpreted by the people who were always proud of being the subjects of the king of the north as the greatness passed down from generation to generation.

In fact, Lu Ri just opened up a little bit.

He really cherishes this sword. The weapon has a bit of history and always comes with the effect of UP, and the UP represents fashion value, a magical attribute that can be handsome in winning or losing.

If he can ascend the throne, he can hold this sword during the enthronement ceremony, and give himself handsome titles such as wolf slayer, wolf heart king, etc.

Of course, if you can ascend the throne.

The shadow on the ground was elongated by the candlelight, and at some point, there was no sound in the entire castle.

Seeming to have finally sensed something was wrong, Lu Ri raised his head, looked at the long and narrow shadow that could not be illuminated by the flickering candle, put down the brush, and then picked up the black sword at hand.

He turned the blade over, letting the fire light illuminate the mirror-like sword, and asked in a cold and calm tone, "Who?"

No one responded in the darkness, but a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly lit up from the corner of the room, as if blood was flowing, the color was magnificent and charming.

Before the other party took any action, Lu Ri, who was on guard, already felt that the sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. Just holding it was a great burden, and it was obvious that he was going to force him to put the sword down.

Tsk, the gods are amazing.

Although Shen's hand hurts, Lu Ri really wanted to obey the opponent's will and put down the sword, but it would be too pretentious to persuade him too quickly, so he could only continue to tighten his face, telling himself that persistence is victory.

As always it doesn't look obvious from the outside.

In the eyes of the visitor, the pampered prince didn't seem to be panicked by the unreasonable things in front of him. Although he was slightly sweating because of the heavy sword, he still refused to put down the weapon in his hand. There was a bit of indistinct anger in the ice-like pretty eyebrows and eyes.

Too familiar, no matter whether it's joy or unhappiness, I don't bother to show it to anyone, and my arrogance is a complete mess.

The existence hidden in the shadow laughed, and Lu Ri felt the sword in his hand lighten suddenly, and almost lost control of his strength and fell to the ground.

Before he could complain about why this guy was so capricious, he saw him coming out of the shadows, and his figure slowly appeared in the gap between the candlelight and the flickering night.

【oh. ] Lu Ri gave a compliment in his heart.

Color control is very satisfying.

Even the paintbrush that has been blessed by the system cannot fully depict the appearance of the gods.

The god in front of him has a vigorous figure, and the beauty painted by the brush is not one-tenth of his.But most of the mortals who stare at him dare not look directly at this face, because he has a pair of blood-red eyes. Although the color is magnificent, there are cold things floating in them, as if he is sticking his hands into the bottomless depths in the dense forest. The secluded spring makes people shudder.

After all, it is the curse pupil mentioned in the plot.

The protagonist has one of his own cheats, staring at death with a single glance, and the light is from the gods. A true hero kills with his eyes, and is invincible.

Those eyes are inaccessible to mortals, enough to arouse the instinctive fear in anyone's heart, but the fear he hasn't felt for a long time makes Lu Ri find it rather novel, he can calmly combine the feelings imposed by external objects with himself separate from your feelings, and therefore do not fear them.

As a result, staring into the eyes of the God of Darkness, he still had the leisure to wonder whether the God of Light is really the old aunt's self-luminous light that purifies all living beings. It is very bright and warm, and the holy light is calling you.

[The protagonist appears to confirm. 】

Lu Ri didn't speak.

Although this incident was sudden, it didn't surprise him. Sometimes watching a movie... No, he was sleepy from painting and fell asleep unknowingly, and he could always feel a strange warmth on his body when he woke up.

Although I don't know the reason, the protagonist who has become the main god of the dark department seems to have paid special attention to him in advance.

For example, right now.

The god who came out of the shadows lowered his head, and when he saw Lu Ri, he was holding a sword that could not hurt him, and his obsidian-like sharp and quiet eyes were quietly looking at him.

His eyes were focused, as if admiring a work of art, checking the whole body of the god, from the hair to the skirt, meticulously, corresponding to the image in the epic poem he was familiar with.

Those eyes were like stars in the night, shining, hard but cold, not suitable for reflecting anyone's figure, otherwise even gods falling into them would be a curse.Although he knew that the other party was mostly obsessed with imagination, God still couldn't bear such an overly familiar gaze, so he sighed softly and said, "Don't look at me like that."

In the next moment, shadows obscured the eyes of mortals.

Lu Rijiu who couldn't see for no reason: ...

Well, your gods are amazing.

Although he suddenly lost his eyesight, the prince was still very calm, quietly waiting for the word of the god who broke in suddenly.

The God of Darkness struggled there for a moment, and said, "Pray to me, and I can help you become the king of the north."

Are you here to do the devil's private work that if you sell your soul, I will give you power, fame, love and wealth?

Lu Ri said: "Praying to the gods is not in line with the style of northerners."

Mortals are always afraid of things that are strange and beyond their imagination. Even in the age of gods where the gods are active, there is no one who is not afraid of the coming of the gods.

But even though it was the first time for this person to see the gods that should only exist under the brush, he was still extremely indifferent, as if he was just an attendant who came to ask him if he wanted to serve supper, and then he gave a negative answer in a reserved and calm manner .

God watched his face silently.

Whether it was reincarnation, or a descendant with the same appearance as him happened to appear in the long blood lineage, this face attracted him all the time, and he found that he couldn't look away.

It was as if recalling that cold and heartless face from the depths of the memory blown by the snowstorm.

—Poor, pathetic, ignorant person.

"You are very similar to a person I know." He untied Lu Rijiu's eyesight and said without end, "For this reason, I can help you become a king."

According to the current situation in the northern border, if he cannot become a king, he can only die, or become the slave of his elder brother and sister. No matter how obsessed this person is with art, he should know this.

Lu Ri looked at him and asked, "Then what is my price?"

This person must have believed that everything in the world needs to be exchanged at equal value. God frowned and said, "You don't need to do anything...just believe in me."

Lu Ri didn't speak, but God seemed to feel the corners of his mouth slightly bent.

Being stared at by those eyes without blinking, he looked away a little uncomfortable. He didn't expect that the other party would come over suddenly and reached out to touch his forehead.

God took a step back abruptly, and when he saw Lu Ri, he was taken aback by his actions, and raised the sword in his hand with a bit of vigilance, as if he hadn't considered who did the wrong thing at all.

"You have a scar on your forehead." Lu Ri said suspiciously, "I have never seen it in any classics or paintings."

His tone was calm, but he was slightly dissatisfied with his painting mistakes because the ancient books did not fully follow the facts, which was almost childish.

Under the flickering candlelight, God covered his forehead with a strange expression, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

In front of this face, he couldn't show the majesty of a god. After a while, he said: "If you believe in me, I will help you become the king of the northern border."

Although he said the same thing, his attitude this time was much more sincere.

"If you let me see your forehead, I will allow you to help me become the king of the north." Lu Rijiu was equally solemn.

Facing Shangshen's surprised eyes, he said: "I don't need such condescending alms, thank you for coming, God, but I don't need the mercy of the gods."

He no longer held tightly the sword that was as light as a reed to a god, and turned around to put it back on the case, as if he had ignored the gaze of the god behind him.

The dark god was silent for a moment, mocking in his heart what an arrogant mortal, but it was a bit complicated, how could a god be rejected by a mortal?

He was determined not to return here again, and was about to hide in the darkness, but was stopped by the prince.

"Please wait a moment."

God paused for a moment, and the sound of footsteps came from behind him. The prince spread out his hands, and the things hidden in his palms were reflected in God's eyes, and they opened quietly: "I give this to you—"

"Thank you for loving me."

There was something very frivolous yet extremely proud on his face, cold and gentle, God couldn't look away.

Unlike the deification of gods recorded in religions, which are cold and ruthless, able to comprehend all philosophical ethics and the evolution of all things, the gods in this world have very distinctive human characteristics. In short, they are more like "extraordinarily powerful people." .

Before the War of Light and Darkness, the gods often ran around and argued for the beauty of the earth, the territory, or for the misrepresentation or jokes of the bards, mercilessly punishing mortals mercilessly.

But they are gods after all.

But the God of Darkness is different.

He is the only god among the light and dark gods who ascended to the throne of a god with a mortal origin, so he has the most distinctive human characteristics and emotions in him.It's just that it's hard to see this at ordinary times. After all, in the dark demon world, the Dark God, who is the main god, is really ruthless and rarely communicates with outsiders.

After the War of Light and Darkness, he has been sleeping deep in the abyss, so that no one expected that he would suddenly come out of the abyss and return to his palace in the devil world.

The flustered demons nervously stopped their nightly singing and boring fights, and it was rare for them to work together to tidy up the palace for him and serve the god's residence.

They couldn't figure out what the gods liked, and they didn't dare to look at his face, so they offered him weapons, food and beauty as usual, and after estimating that he might like heavy tastes, they offered him edible living people and dead bodies.

After all, everyone relies on these for fun and living, and they didn't even notice the ugly face of the Dark God. On the contrary, it was a proposed demon lord who triumphantly claimed that God would definitely like his gift...

The end in the company is usually fired by the boss, but the end in the devil world may be a little worse.

The succubus is biting the cherry branch in its mouth, and its long purple hair dances like a snake on the ground with their graceful figure. There always seems to be a lot of love in their narrow and charming eyes. They are immune to the charm of their racial genius, and they are enough to be haunted by the face that seems to be completely in love with themselves.

They are masters of the most essential desires of human beings.

It's a pity that this is useless to the Dark God. He watched the dance presented with a blank expression, with a look of impatience.

The succubus who failed to please the god peeked at him in frustration.

The god seemed to be holding something in his palm. He looked down at the thing, subconsciously stroked his forehead, and the succubus who had been secretly watching the god was astonished to observe the blush that seemed to fly across the cheek of his main god.

But the next moment he noticed the gaze from below, that face instantly sank, and his cold eyes turned to the demon who dared to peek into the face of God, causing her to lower her head in panic.

It's just that he couldn't help but recall the other party's absent-minded appearance just now.

It's just... like a virgin with a rekindled relationship.

After thinking hard for a long time, she came up with this metaphor based on her history of teasing Han, and was immediately taken aback by her blasphemous thoughts, and panickedly decided to erase the thoughts in her heart, as if nothing had happened.

The gods of the dark department are always crueler than the gods of the light department, and she is almost desperate to think about how she will be dealt with.

But the god was so preoccupied with other things at this moment that he forgot her with a cold glance at the bold succubus.

He still lowered his head and quietly looked at the thing in his hand——

It was a blooming ice blue rose.

The winter rose is a flower that can be seen everywhere in the northern border, so it is almost used as a synonym for the northern border. They call this country the tyrant's winter rose, which means that the army in the northern border will form a fierce formation during war. It seems that rose petals are slowly unfolding, presented for the will of the king.

But this kind of flower can't survive in the demon world surrounded by demonic energy. Even if the power of the dark gods is injected, it can only accelerate the withering of the petals.

Therefore, it can still bloom so beautifully only because it is not a real flower in itself.

It was a rose carved from ice and snow.

The god turned the petals, and saw the person's name engraved on the inside of the soft petals.

"It's just around the corner."

God whispered the name.

Rejecting God's favor, arrogant mortal.

He clearly should let that person fend for himself, but just as God wanted to throw flowers into the abyss several times but still held them in his hand, looking at the winter rose in his hand, he wanted to see that face again for some reason. .

It must be the same appearance that brought him extra expectations.

God lowered his eyes slightly and told himself.

A tiny drop of water dripped from the black iron beams of the palace, and then a vast mist filled the palace. In the bewilderment of those succubi, the god stretched out his hand and picked a small piece of water from his fingertips. The mirror surface, the scene of the human world is presented here.

Selfishly, he didn't want those succubi to see that person's face.

Then God saw him.

"She actually went to seek help from the Holy See?" Lu Ri asked back.

He stood on the promenade, facing the nobles in fine clothes in front of him, he was a little confused and irritated: "She is so stupid, her words and deeds have completely lost her old style. The Holy See has long coveted the northern border, relying on them To gain the throne is to lure wolves into the house."

"Yes, yes." The nobleman standing in front of him panted in a low voice, his face was flushed abnormally, and his eyes staring at the prince seemed to be staring at the most dazzling winter stone, even if it was life and death. Averted his gaze, "But the eldest prince's influence is too strong. Some families who supported the princess before have defected to his camp. Her Highness the princess can no longer hold on..."

Lu Ri didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he seemed to sigh, and said, "But... what does that have to do with me? I have nothing, and no family is willing to serve me."

"It's not—" the noble couldn't stand his sad look, "My family is willing to support you, the situation is not out of our control, once you need it, the third family of the North and all its territories and troops will swear an oath to you Allegiance to...!"

Before the King of the North appeared.

Lu Ri thought.

The King of the North is a terrible BUFF bonus. Before that, you can fight any way you want. As long as there is a winner, Zhiming will absolutely obey the King of the North. The fan filter is terribly strong.

Where there is a lack of faith, the King of the North is the god of the world.

"How can I thank you?" Lu Ri said, "Your love is too heavy for me, Pal."

His eyes flickered, as if he was embarrassed, and cast out of the window, the light reflected from the snow-capped mountains just shone in his eyes, he looked shy and anxious, and the swaying made people's heart ache, the winter rose was blooming inside.

Even though the noble has played with many young people who are the same age as the prince in front of him, this is the first time he feels such pain. His heart is sparkling like a pond, like a young man who is at a loss in front of a sincere suitor. , the more he couldn't bear to blaspheme his shyness, the more his desire arose.

He finally couldn't hold it back, half kneeling on the ground, stroking the prince's fingertips, and kissing that finger with an unbearable gasp.

Not enough, never enough, longing came to his mind, he thought darkly how he could use this prince who was obsessed with art all day long and knew nothing about power struggles, to support him to the position of the new king of the north, And I rely on the other party's innocence to climb to the top.

But this desire for power did not prevent him from falling inexorably into the winter taiga-like fragrance wafting from the other party.

"...I will always love you, Your Highness." His voice was hoarse, "Everything is for you."

The expression of the god watching this scene changed several times, and his expression was icy cold.

He tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne.

The third prince in the north...is different from what I imagined.

But no matter what, that nobleman was an eyesore.

Lu Ri quietly looked at the nobleman who was determined to go away because of the power of love and desire for power. He didn't turn his head until he heard the footsteps, and saw the knight with blue eyes who was hiding behind the pillars.

Unlike the nobleman who was very close to him just now, his attitude was obviously different as soon as he appeared. He immediately knelt down cautiously and said calmly, "The holy son of the Holy See has entered from the east road."

"At least three days." Lu Ri said, "It's enough to end everything. I've bribed the attendants, and they will follow my orders."

Different from the pure and ignorant just now, the prince at this time has a sharp and stern look.

Families where blood relatives kill each other do not have moral values, nor are they afraid of poisoning.

"I will become the king of the northern border and change the traditions of thousands of years. We no longer have to guard the barren land, but let them have better everything. The northern border has been sleeping for a long time, and what is needed now is war." He announced, "China The wars across the border left all that was left of the North, and the blood of my ancestors warmed the rivers there. Now, as long as all obstacles are removed, we can strike back."

If you can understand the setting of the idealistic orator, the Cavaliers should understand that he is fooling people.

Unfortunately not.

The knight should have been dazzled by the ideals in his words as in the past, but thinking of the kiss he had just peeked at just now, the knight who thought he had only sincere hearts for the followers of this beautiful prince suddenly Feeling a little complicated, he whispered, "Is the obstacle... including the nobles?"

"Aishus?" Lu Ri paused.

"It is precisely because those nobles escaped from the war and devoted themselves to gaining fame and fortune, so we had to stay in the northern border," said the knight. "You... lure them and use their strength, but they also Will eat you back."

The prince was rarely silent, and the silence made the knight feel as if a heavy clock weighed on his heart, dragging his heart down. Then he heard the man's voice and said calmly, "I understand."

His expression was flirtatious but proud, showing his sharp edge: "But the people who have been suppressed for a long time will help me, the northern border will help me, and a very important person will also help me."

The knight was taken aback.

"Really, Aishus?" His voice was soft but firm, "You must be by my side."

"...Yes, Your Highness."

He must have fallen under a curse.

thought the knight.

He said in a low voice: "I will definitely guard by your side."

Get another one.

When he lowered his head, he couldn't see the expression of the prince, but only the god in the sky could see clearly.

That indifferent face that never showed the slightest smile, even when she spoke extremely gentle words, did not show any emotion.

Whether in front of nobles or military officers, he is playing the role they want to see.In front of careerists, he is pure love that symbolizes power; in front of idealists, he is ideal and longing.

It's not that this person has no ambitions for the position of the King of the Northern Realm, but... in the absence of anything else, he lets his appearance and body serve as weapons, blooming quietly like a flower.

Which one is the real him?

God thought to himself, could it be that the mortal who rejects His gift is His real side?He was a little annoyed that God couldn't see through the hearts of mortals.

Before saying goodbye to Lu Rijiu, the knight said, "However, you still need to let your future people see strength, Your Highness."

Even if two competitors are killed and the king of the northern border is ascended, the northern border does not obey the king unconditionally.The loyalty of the northern border to the king is based on the fact that this family has always stood in front of everyone as an absolute strong, and no one or anyone can destroy them.

In other words, the allegiance obtained by just looking at the cage strategy may collapse at any time, and it will not work.

A waste without any ability to use mana cannot climb to a high position in this world that values ​​power. He must prove that he has the power to subdue the entire northern border.

After the knight left, the prince was still leaning against the window, looking at the flying snow outside, silent, as if he was thinking about something because of what the other party said.

At night, when Lu Ri was just drawing a new picture boredly, God descended again.

He came out of the darkness, and found that the other party seemed to have gotten used to the presence of the gods once, and he just glanced at him and continued to paint the picture in his hand.

Arrogant guy.

God looked down at the figure he was drawing, and said, "Since you can see the true God, why bother to pursue the false?"

"Art is more real to me." Lu Ri answered him.

He stopped the paintbrush in his hand, looked up at the god, and asked, "I have already rejected your alms, why did you come here again?"

"It's no longer a handout, it's an exchange."

God said.

"I lend you my strength, you give me what I want, it keeps my heart restless."

Lu Ri asked, "What?"

"Looks," God replied, "give me your looks."

As long as he didn't have this face... Maybe he wouldn't always be so concerned about this mortal.

Lu Rijiu: ...

Did I set up a disfigurement flag before?

Seeming to have misunderstood his silence, the god paused and said, "When you feel that you no longer need this face, I will take your face away."

No, I think I still need it.

By the way, can something like a face be taken away?Lu Ri felt that it would be better for the devil to take away his soul.

He thought for a while in silence, and after a while, he said, "Okay."

Although the god disappeared into the darkness after that night, the execution speed of the god was so fast that Lu Ri was awakened by someone the next day.

The attendants crowded around his bed were chattering endlessly, wanting to talk to him, but Lu Ri felt a little out of bed, resisted the feeling of discomfort, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The second princess's black tea was inoculated with deadly Kuiba snake venom, causing chaos, and the eldest prince was assassinated... Although he is still alive, most likely he cannot be saved..."

He froze for a moment.

Something confused flashed in those ice-like eyes, and the sudden event in front of him was probably completely unexpected by the third prince who was obsessed with art, so that those servants felt a little pity.

After all, even though this family keeps repeating the tragedy of blood relatives killing each other, they have always firmly held the orthodox position of the King of the North.Now that the second princess is dead, the eldest prince will die soon. Presumably this prince without any power will eventually ascend to the position of King of the North.

But according to his strength, how long can he last?

The attendant secretly watched his face and sighed inwardly.

Lu Ri was silent for a moment, and said, "Take me to see him."

Although his brother's life was in danger, Lu Ri's pace of strolling over was still very easy.

The cold wind from the north is howling and knocking on the windows outside the castle. It must be very cold outside. Only the castle is still a place of spring, which is protected very warmly and makes people's clothes wet, just like those nobles in the middle. Wear fancy clothes in this season and feel hot because of dancing and smiling eyes.

But he was the only one who was so relaxed, and the people around him all had heavy expressions.

Most of them were loyal to the families of the eldest prince or the second princess before. Although they finally chose to walk beside the third prince who had never looked at him except for his appearance, they were still full of worries. No matter what, it would not take a few days. , the prince will become the king of the north.

"People from the Holy See have arrived." Someone whispered in Lu Ri's ear.

It was his sister who found him.Although the owner who invited these troublesome guys is dead, it is not so easy to send away the dangerous guests. Those people stayed outside and walked into the prince's room alone.

The young man lying on the bed closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.Beside his bed, gold satin was spread out on the floor, and the things on it glistened in the sunlight.

Lu Ri lowered his head and took a look. These things are made of different materials, ranging from bright gold, silver to black iron, and they are all cold and sharp. It can be seen at a glance that they are medals from the northern border.

Even the army in the north has no tolerance for the sons and daughters of the king of the north. Before taking the throne, they must rely on their own ability to earn enough medals to ensure that their dresses have enough dazzling glory.

How many people's blood was used to create these brilliance for this medal.

[I suddenly remembered a very heavy thing. 】

Road day on the road.

[I don't have a medal... this thing can't be unlocked, right? 】

Moreover, there are no art exhibitions in this world, and besides, one cannot rely on any art competition awards to become enthroned.He is likely to become the first king of the North who ascended the throne with a clean dress in history.

It's embarrassing to think about it.

Lu Ri gently walked around the silk and satin placed on the ground, and now he did not look directly at the achievements above, but walked to the person on the bed to see the other person's appearance clearly.

The eldest prince's chest was covered by a white silk ribbon, but blood still seeped out from underneath, staining the white cloth red. His face was not as full of power and vitality as before, and even his lips were too pale due to the lack of blood.

"Brother." Lu Ri said.

The young man opened his eyes.

The power of the past is no longer there, and the power of the past has also disappeared, but the slack gaze still carries a piercing coercion, and is directed at the person standing by the bed.

Obviously what he was facing was such a weak body.

Even if there was any ability, it has disappeared in the dying call.

But those are still eyes that can make the person facing him sweat.

It seemed that no matter how weak he was, the person standing in front of him was still the lonely child in his memory because he didn't have the slightest magic ability, and he was vulnerable to a single blow no matter what.

But Lu Rijiu's expression didn't change, he just met his brother's eyes quietly.

The person on the bed watched his performance, a weak smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, mixed with constant coughing and breath like a gossamer, but his voice was still the same as when he stood in front of the nobles in the past, as the future king of the north proud, says:

"I know everything you did."

Lu Ri paused for a moment and didn't speak.

Although what he did was hidden, he must not be able to hide it from his elder brother.

However, this part of God is not known.

Lu Ri thought to himself.

After all, gods have their own mighty power, which even the most powerful mortals cannot touch.

He had already decided to listen here no matter what the other party said, but not only did the eldest prince not mention this weird attack, but he talked about something that had nothing to do with politics: "I didn't like you very much when I was young."

Lu Ri hummed.

"Small, lying in the cradle, brought back from the middle by my father. Yi Fei likes you, and is tired of you all day, but you give her face every time. But I don't like you, but you are always clinging to me. "

"At that time, I was busy learning swords with knights, but my father asked me to take care of you, because you never smiled, but I was very happy to see me, and my father liked you the most, so he completely ignored the will of his eldest son."

He said.

"I was angry, and I pushed you onto the bed while other people had no idea. You struggled for a long time, then got up by yourself, then pushed down, and then got up again. It's so stupid that you can't even cry."

"Until Ife saw what I did and beat me up on the training ground the next day."

He seemed to have a rare smile, but his voice became weaker and weaker, and he asked, "Do you remember?"

Lu Ri shook his head.He noticed that the other party was still waiting for his answer with his ears sideways, and suddenly realized that his brother's eyes probably couldn't see anything, so he said, "I don't know."

The eldest prince said in a hoarse voice, "Come here."

If the nobles trapped outside knew what happened inside at this time, they would definitely prevent Lu Ri from approaching.

Regardless of whether they were loyal to the eldest prince or the second princess, in the current situation, only Lu Ri can become the new king of the northern border. They would never dare to let their future master know how dangerous people are in the entire northern border. Adventure ahead.

But Lu Ri approached as if he didn't notice it, and felt that the other party stretched out his finger, and the cold skin lightly touched his lips.

The eldest prince said: "Those medals, mine, and Effie's, we give you all of them, and at your enthronement ceremony, wear them on the bright red dress to witness your glory."

He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body.

It's just that with the passage of time, the white silk satin has been dyed more and more bright red by his blood, and the sharp gray-gold eyes that made the maids chuckle and say that they seem to be rubbing the sun's eyes are more and more disintegrated.

"You will be the king of the North, and then the king of the whole land."

"The people in the northern region will always be loyal to you. They will go out for you and die under the city of the middle region. They cannot return to their hometown alive."

He murmured in a low voice.

"...but we don't begrudge them that they will die for you."

Lu Ri said, "I know, brother."

A flickering light rose from the fire in the room, and darkness lingered behind him, slowly enveloping his body.The prince closed his eyes slightly, and didn't know if he heard his words, at least Lu Ri didn't get a response.

After he left, only charcoal was left in the room making a "creaking" sound in the fire. When the young attendant came in to add charcoal to the eldest prince, the young man whispered, "Kain, I can't sleep."

But when he came in to fill the charcoal for the second time, he found that the prince of the north who had won glory and brilliance through war many times in his short life had already died quietly on the bed.

In the main room, Lu Ri quietly watched the attendants sort out the dazzling golden badges.

The tailor has already arrived and will work overtime within two days to make a bright red dress for him. At that time, these honors that belonged to his brother and sister but passed to him will be worn on his chest.

"Aces."

He said to the knight standing behind him, the man who was sorting out the report during the regime change period responded in surprise and waited for his order respectfully.

"That's my strength."

Although the man didn't know why, he still faithfully agreed.

Of course he didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

dark breath in him