If you refuse a marriage proposal from a thriller NPC, you will die

The Duke of Verlaine saw a flash of wavering in Jiang Chu's eyes, thinking that he had been guessed by him and became vigilant.He smiled bitterly and said, "You don't have to be wary of me, I actually... already knew about it."

Jiang Chu: "..."

How early is it?

But Verlaine's next words dispelled his doubts: "Do you... really want to disappoint your father and mother? They won't want to see you turn your back on God and believe in the existence of the devil."

"Hill..." he began almost pleadingly, "don't let yourself go to extremes, okay?"

Putting his left hand on his right wrist, the young king replied suppressing his anger, "I don't have a father!"

Verlaine: "The devils are insidious and evil. They rule all the devils. You were dragged into hell!"

"When will I need you to dictate my affairs?" The little king's voice sank.

This is the first time the two have confronted each other like this.No matter how bad the king was on weekdays, Verlaine would take the initiative to give way. Of course, the king himself would not go too far. They have been carefully maintaining the superficial peace.

The setting sun poured down from the window, forming a clear dividing line between the two.

Jiang Chu made serious calculations in his heart.These few words can give him too much information, and it seems that the water behind his identity is quite deep.

And the involvement with Duke Verlaine is also very unusual.

What the hell is Hill trying to do?He and the Duke just have different religious beliefs?Or have a holiday with him?

What the hell is he planning?It seems that even the dead Arnold was a part of it.

Verlaine has intermittently added the setting: "I know you hate us...you hate my father, you hate all the big nobles who were eyeing you, and now you hate them for killing your brother and sister...you also hate your father, If it wasn't for him, your mother wouldn't be hurt, and finally died of depression."

"So you hate the church... You have told me more than once that you don't believe in the existence of the Lord, otherwise they wouldn't watch the tragedy happen and remain indifferent."

Following what Verlaine said, the outline of this period of history was gradually outlined.

After Hill Lewis was crowned, he was full of hatred for the nobles and the world, and this hatred distorted his conception.

A child who is only eight years old, at the age when he should act like a baby, has taken over the burden of a country.Behind him were the bones and blood of his brothers and sisters, surrounded by wolves, but he dared not say anything. Countless pairs of eyes stared at him, trying to pull him down from this position.

And the little king grew more and more eye-catching. When he became an adult, he even attracted the coveted eyes of many nobles. Such an extremely noble gem should be taken as his own and locked up in a castle made of gold and silver.

Of course, none of these people succeeded, but they were taken over by the violent little king in advance.

The king who lacked faith still did not eliminate his hatred, and even transferred his hatred to God.

"You want to use the power of demons to send them to hell..." Verlaine's voice trembled, "but how can you send yourself to hell?"

The person in front of him sneered, "What if I just want to go to hell?"

"—I've come this far, do you think I can still go to heaven, Verlaine?"

The duke knew that he had not succeeded in persuasion, and the little king was more stubborn than he imagined.

He shouldn't even mention this matter today, because Hill looked at him with suppressed hatred already in his eyes.

...Because of my own father.

Even if he had spent all these years staying by Hill's side with all his strength, the hatred could not be eliminated.Hill hid it so well that he even had an illusion in a trance that nothing happened and they were still friends who grew up together.

A wry smile overflowed from his mouth: "Who's next turn? Is it my uncle, my father, or... me?"

He looked at him stubbornly, with deep eyebrows and eyes, like a believer listening to the final judgment.

Jiang Chu didn't speak, but looked down at the pattern of the carpet.

Verlaine lowered his head, "I see."

He stood up, sighed and disappeared the moment he turned around, and smiled at Jiang Chu with the same gentle smile as usual: "Your Majesty, I wish you a beautiful day tomorrow."

The king suddenly asked him, "Do you really believe in the existence of God?"

The Duke was stunned for a while, and his smile became more sincere after a while: "I believe, because the Lord will watch His Majesty grow up safely, watch His Majesty live a carefree life, and become... the greatest and most merciful king."