The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"The magician prepares to—"

"attack!"

Amidst the huge flames and roar, Colin City was defeated.

Hundreds of royal cavalry rushed into the city and quickly took control of the city. When they saw the blackened female corpse nailed to the stone cone, everyone gasped.

Hearing the news, Amedeo walked over quickly, suspicious in his heart. He had clearly received a message from the communications officer saying that Camillo was far away in Fort Haydn and could not reach Colin in time, so he asked him to lead his troops to find Maya's whereabouts.

But this corpse actually has the dark power of Camelot, what is going on?

Taking a closer look, the female corpse looked hideous, her five fingers struggled into hooks, her whole body was pitch black, her chest was pierced by a sharp spear-like stone awl, and the ground and stone awl were covered with dried blood, obviously He died after struggling for a long time, which made him frown even after seeing it.

The cavalry dragged a captured soldier and reported, "Your Majesty, this idiot probably knows something!"

The Celestial Clan soldier was forced to kneel on the ground with a silly smile on his face. When he saw the female corpse, he immediately laughed: "Haha, kill her, kill her, Dark God Daughter...killed her..."

——Daughter of the Dark God!Maya's identity exposed?

Amedeo's expression changed slightly, and he said sternly: "Find someone for me, all girls of the same age must be found! Don't miss any of them!"

"Yes!"

Most of the people dispersed, and some subordinates asked: "Your Majesty, what about this corpse?"

Amedeo turned his head and took a look, frowned, and said, "... bury her."

The army almost turned Colin upside down, and all the school-age children were brought to Amedeo to look at them one by one, but they still couldn't find Maya and Lilith.It's not just that they couldn't find them. The captured Tian clansmen confessed that since Maya revealed her identity a week ago, the whole city has been chasing and killing those two girls, but they found nothing. No one knows where they went.

Five days later, the Southern Demon Realm Palace.

"Do you really think someone killed Maya secretly?"

Wei Ya took the crystal glass filled with red wine from the attendant, glanced at Amedeo's face covered with frost, couldn't help a smile, and said mockingly: "The group of stupid sky clansmen are with her I have lived for 70 years, 70 years, and I haven't been able to recognize her identity, so I have the ability to kill those two witches with this IQ?"

Amedeo sat upright like a statue, fingers crossed, silent.

Wei Ya made fun of himself and raised his eyebrows: "At least we have good news, right? Maya is still alive, but there is also bad news—the murderer Lilith is also alive."

He raised his glass and poured down a glass of red wine, trying to let the burning sensation of the wine overwhelm the throbbing pain in his heart, then sighed, looked up at the skylight on the roof, with a gleam of light in the corner of his eyes: "So many years have passed in a blink of an eye... ..."

He asked the attendant to fill him up again, and drank a few more glasses of wine, then gradually relaxed his tense body, and said with a smile on his face, "Amedeo, do you know? Wine really works, Do you want to have a drink?"

Amedeo looked up at him and said in a deep voice, "No need."

"Why? I won't ask you to pay."

"Ka doesn't like the smell of wine."

"Hahaha," Wei Ya laughed out loud, "Are you still afraid that he will fail? It's not your fault that he failed to find his daughter. So what can Camillo do, should he lose his temper with you or throw things to vent his anger?"

Hearing this, Amedeo's eyebrows moved slightly: "He is no longer that grumpy person."

Wei Ya smiled casually: "Yeah...it's getting more and more boring, don't quarrel, don't fight, when was the last time we met, four years ago or five years ago?"

"I just sat here, and he sat there, having afternoon tea while approving documents, and occasionally chatting with me about the weather, as if we had really become old friends..."

He glanced at the ring on Amedeo's ring finger, and couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly. The purple eyes were full of longing and a trace of jealousy, "You are so lucky," he said, "The person you love climbed on board for you." The Throne is now almost the most powerful person in the Three Realms, no matter whether it is the secular world, the court of God, or war, nothing can stop you from being together."

He raised his wine glass, the crystal surface reflected his proud silver hair and purple eyes, but he looked endlessly sad, "It's not like me... the one I love can't sleep forever, but I can't avenge him... "

"...Sorry, I will definitely help you find out the truth about Yimil's death."

"Hehehe..." Wei Ya said with a low smile, "Nowadays, not many people still care about the truth, not many people even remember the name of Yimeler, and even the Kronos family has abandoned their faith now, Committed to Camillo's command, people, after all, you have to surrender to reality."

He lowered his eyes, remained silent for a while, and said, "Next month, I will marry Nicola Wetin, the eldest granddaughter of Duke Wetin."

Amedeo couldn't believe it: "What, you're getting married?"

Wei Ya bit her lip, and said calmly: "Well, I always want to continue the blood of the family, and someone will inherit my throne in the future. Nicola is also a demon with pure blood. Yimil once I met her at the ball and praised her for her dignity..."

He said something about the past, but in the end his voice was so hoarse that he had to take another sip of red wine, trying not to look so decadent, "At least Camillo has a child, huh, that guy is There is no need to worry about these, once you find Maya, you can let her inherit the monarch in the future."

Amedeo's eyes sank imperceptibly, he clenched his fingers tightly, a trace of uneasiness rarely appeared on his handsome face.Now at least it can be confirmed that Maya is still alive. Once the child can be found, there will be an heir to the throne, and there is no need for Camelot to have children with him.

"Pour me a glass of wine," he said.

"What, didn't you just say not to drink?"

Amedeo glanced at him, and said lightly: "Your Majesty is reluctant to part with your own wine?"

"How is it possible?" Wei Ya smiled at him, and threw the red wine in his hand on the floor, "But there is no need to shame this kind of stuff, come here, go to the cellar and get those bottles of treasures that have been hidden for thousands of years .”

Wang, arrived in the capital.

Camelot jumped off the back of the unicorn. The elegant king was wearing a suede cloak and a black suit. He lowered his head and took off his gloves. The bare/exposed part of his skin between the sleeves and the gloves was like white. Ci, then he raised his head and scanned the crowd unhurriedly. Those deep black eyes were particularly attractive, like a deep pool that could suck people in.

The Chief Guard of the Forbidden Army who came to greet him was stunned. Is this still the old Camillo?

Wei Ya was late for a while, and he came with the support of his attendants, his gait was a little unsteady, and the Camillo in his eyes seemed to become two in one moment, and three in another.

Camillo smelled the alcohol on his body, frowned and asked, "Why didn't Amedeo come?"

"He..." Wei Ya pointed with a slanted hand, and smiled lazily, "Drunk."

Amedeo was still worrying about what clothes he should wear to meet Camillo. He rummaged through the dresses in his closet and frowned displeasedly: "This one doesn't look good... this color is too bright... "

The maid was holding a tall stack of clothes in her hands, and the others were busy tidying up the clothes on the floor, but they couldn't keep up with the speed at which he threw them.

He finally put on a blue dress robe, and before he walked out of the room, he was about to take it off again, "No, it doesn't look good..."

The maid said with a dry smile, "Your Majesty, it's too late to change your clothes. You look pretty good now."

Amedeo frowned and stared at her, turned around and began to untie his clothes. He was too anxious, and he couldn't untie his cuffs after a while. He looked up at the pendulum, and his slender golden eyelashes trembled uneasily After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you come and help me untie it!"

"Yes." The maid hurried forward to help.

Amedeo tore off his intricately decorated robe irritably. He kept blaming himself in his heart. Why did he drink? He knew that Camillo was coming today, and he was going to explain it to him immediately. How could he? Be late at this time.

He tried his best to organize his thoughts, but his forehead hurt so badly that he had to hold on to the table and stumble towards the wardrobe, took a cloak at random and put it on.

"Your Majesty, you haven't put on your robe yet!" The maid hurried up to help him.

At this time, the black-haired man pushed the door and entered, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.

Everyone in the room was stunned, except for Amedeo, who was still looking for where his white dress was. At this time, he was only wearing a white shirt with the neckline bare/exposed to his chest. Wearing a black cloak, the graceful figure can be seen at a glance.

Camillo leaned against the door frame, slightly curling the corners of his lips.

[Let's all go down. 】He whispered silently.

After everyone backed out, Camillo buckled the door bolt, walked slowly behind Amedeo, stretched out his hand to hook his waist, turned around and pressed him on the table, and did not wait for Amedeo. When he came back to his senses, the tip of his tongue had quickly licked the other's lips, the spicy wine smelled mellow and sweet.

"Drunk, huh?"