before he was crowned king

Night, Emperor team, San Via dungeon.

Grand Duke Henry walked in the cold and damp tunnel holding a torch. He frowned and his face was gloomy. Anyone could see his bad mood at the moment.The bad air in the dungeon, and the constant wailing in his ears, were not the real reasons to bother him.And the person who really upset him was waiting for him in the front dungeon compartment.

"You are finally here, Grand Duke. I thought you wouldn't see me today." Madam Mary sat on the dilapidated wooden chair. She wore long hair and a dark long dress, and her expression remained the same as before. dignified.

"I don't want to come to this ghostly place to meet you, Madam Mary." Grand Duke Henry stuck the torch against the wall, "But look at the good things you have done, no one can help you clean up the mess now."

"I was tricked." Madam Mary's face was gloomy, "You have to help me get out of here."

"Leave here? You will be able to leave here soon." Grand Duke Henry glanced at the black collar on the woman's neck, and the nearby skin was covered with hideous scratches, "As long as you adapt to the ordinary life without magic as soon as possible."

"Magic is my instinct, and it is absolutely impossible for me not to give up." Madam Mary's voice was full of forbearance, "I need your help! Grand Duke."

"Mrs. Mary, I can't do anything about this matter. Where is the Imperial Capital Academy of Magic? Most of the future heirs of the capital's dignitaries study there. Her Majesty the Queen is furious when something like this happens, and no one can protect you. It's the same even if you ask His Royal Highness Fern." Grand Duke Henry snorted coldly, "This fire was actually ignited by yourself, and completely burned yourself."

"Yes, Sean Cabed, it's all because of him! He's still alive!" Madam Mary said quickly, "Grand Duke, he knows about your private minting of gold coins, he knows too many secrets, he can't live, we He must be killed."

Grand Duke Henry raised his eyebrows slightly, and muttered to himself: "It seems that he is really crazy."

Hearing Grand Duke Henry's self-talk, Madam Mary became emotional: "I'm not crazy! I'm sober! Sean Cabed has always been alive, he is—"

"I know, I know." Grand Duke Henry sighed impatiently, "Sean Miller is Sean Cabed, right? You have written it many times in that letter."

"That's right." Madam Mary gritted her teeth and said, "They are the same person!"

"Don't worry, I have arranged for reliable people to do it." Grand Duke Henry said, "He will die on the hospital bed tonight."

Madam Mary raised her head, her eyes recovered a little: "Really?"

"That's right, I will grant your wish." Grand Duke Henry nodded, with a greedy smile on his lips, "In exchange, the philosopher's stone that Viscount Norman refined..."

"I will give you the Philosopher's Stone." Madam Mary lowered her head and whispered, "After confirming that Sean Cabed is dead."

Herrell slapped the hands on the side of his face, and his eyes fell on the face that was close at hand. The silhouette under the moonlight was covered with a hazy black veil.He was sorting out his thoughts, vigilant not to be deceived and agitated by the youth's words.He is well aware of the cunning of the young man, as long as he takes the first step according to the other party's thinking, he will step into the maze carefully arranged by him, become a lost lamb, and there is no possibility of getting out.

Bewitching is the devil's instinct, and the young man in front of him is far better at bewitching people than the devil.

"I said, I won't be fooled around by you." Herrell stared into those silent eyes, "I'm different from them, don't forget, I'm not human."

"So?" Sean lowered his head, watching the pale hand reaching for his left chest.

"My place is empty." Herrell said slowly, "I... watched it being dug out with my own eyes, and now there is only a dark bloody hole left."

He shivered uncontrollably, and a chill ran up his back. The empty pain lasted for too long, and it seemed that it hadn't dissipated until now. It was extremely real.

"Helaire." Sean frowned slightly.

"So, I don't care about anything, nothing is important to me, and I won't be as emotional as you humans." Helear gradually relaxed, he felt that he had completely got rid of the vicious circle of logic, and found an absolute stand A tenable objection.He looked at the young man's face with some complacency. The young man's expression suddenly changed as he expected, the skin on his face was tense, and his usually calm eyes began to shrink suddenly, like a spiral eddy under the deep sea.

Haral was stunned. It was rare for a young man to have such an expression, and it was completely different from the panic he imagined.

Crack, someone pushed open the window, and a black figure flexibly rolled into the room where Sean was.

"Who are you?" Sean put his hand under the pillow, looking at the late-night intruder.

The black shadow didn't speak, and he quickly rushed to the only person in the room who could see, and the silvery blade firmly pressed against Sean's fragile neck.

"Can you tell me?" Sean sat quietly, looking straight ahead: "Who are you representing to get rid of me?"

The shadow didn't speak, but Sean's calm reaction made him frown slightly.

"Is he a woman?"

"No...you don't need to know too much." Heiying didn't say much, but he used force with his hands, and the face of the dagger soon overflowed with glaring blood, "The pain will end soon."

"I advise you not to do this." Sean said softly, "Put down the knife, he is still angry now."

"He? What nonsense are you talking about?" The black shadow stopped. Before the assassination, he conducted a very thorough investigation. At this point in time, except for this young man named Sean Miller, this room There will never be a second person.

"He's pinching your neck right now." Sean said lightly, as if stating a simple fact.

The fear of the torrential rain came silently to the shadow.At the moment when the young man's voice ended, he really felt that his breathing was suddenly difficult, as if a cold claw really strangled his throat.

"Magic? How is it possible—" Sombra lost his voice, his heartbeat accelerated, but his breathing became shallow and weak.The blond-haired young man was still sitting on the bed not far away, with blood running down the veins of his neck. The young man was not busy treating the wound on his neck, but sighed helplessly towards his direction.

Is this mocking his weakness?Because he overreached to assassinate a monster.

The silver dagger fell down.The black shadow's hands hang down feebly, and his vision becomes pitch black.

The black shadow actually misunderstood his own assassination target. Sean's sigh was not mocking him, but the person behind him with bloodshot eyes.

"Herrell, your wings are showing." Sean said softly, "And you almost broke his neck."

The big pale hand loosened.The uninvited trespasser fell to the demon's feet like a puppet with a disconnected string, and Sean saw black feathers fall soundlessly to the ground.

"It's really rude and dirty." The demon looked at the filth on his hands, and smiled coldly, "Like a silverfish."

The indifferent smile was as cold as ice and snow, and the delicate face did not hide the disgust at all.His slender body was wrapped in pitch-black wings, and his golden hair was flying in the night wind, like the trails left by the stars in the sky.Sean stared at Heller, and he suddenly thought of the oil painting in the Duke Oscar's house. Gods, or demons, showed completely different expressions when dealing with death in different identities, but unexpectedly showed the same expression. arrogant.

"He's dead." Sean squatted down and checked the current situation. The person who assassinated him had become a speechless corpse.

"What? Are you trying to accuse me of not giving you a chance to ask questions?" Herrell turned his head, and the blood on Sean's neck upset him.

"No." Sean stood up. "On the contrary, I want to thank you, Helle. You saved me again."

The corner of Herrell's mouth twitched, a little annoyed in his heart, he didn't forget what he said not long ago.

"Thanks for having you, otherwise today would not be the penultimate department, and would be the last time we meet." Sean stood up, holding the short | gun that His Royal Highness Mars gave him.

"You're lying to me again." Seeing the delicate short|gun, Herrell was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that the young man was pretending to be restrained in order to force him to make a move.

"Not this time. I don't have flint in my gun. If you choose to let it go, I will die." Sean took off the clockwork wheel on the short | gun, and put a small piece of flint in the jaw of the hammer. Mouth, "But like I said before, Herrell, you won't do this because I'm important to you."

"It's crazy." Helaier murmured, he couldn't tell which sentence was true and which sentence was false.

Every word seems to be true, but none of it is true.Every sentence is like a lie, but none of them has a flaw.

"Actually, there is an easier verification method. Just like the two sides of a silver coin, if you think what I said is false, then you can regard it as false." Sean's fingertips fell on the trigger, pitch black The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the neck of the corpse, "Don't be affected by insignificant people like me."

"Prove yourself right and see if you can do it."

A few gunshots split the silent night sky, and the birds started up from the woods. Like magic, the lights of the entire building were turned on in an instant.

Soon His Royal Highness came to the room with several people. He stared blankly at the corpse on the ground for a few seconds, then strode up to the side of the blond young man, staring blankly at the terrible injury on his neck.

The doctor who was in charge of Sean's daily health on weekdays immediately stepped forward to cast a healing spell.

"How could this be? Someone wants to kill you." This realization made Mars' voice tremble a little.

"Your Highness," Sean said, "that intruder... has been killed by me."

"He scratched your neck, if you don't have a gun in your hand..." Mars couldn't continue, his face hardened, "Since this happened again."

"I'm fine, Your Highness." Sean comforted, "Although it looks serious, the wound is very shallow."

"I'm not good." Mars was silent for a moment, and continued, "This kind of assassination will have a second time, and you will sleep in my room at night. When I am not around during the day, I will let others Someone will accompany you."

"Your Highness, you don't need to..." Sean was interrupted by raising his hand before Sean finished speaking.

"Don't worry me, okay? Sean." Mars whispered, he stepped forward and gently hugged the person in front of him, "Do as I say."

"Yes, Your Highness." Sean said softly. He stood where he was, looking at the open window, and a black feather fell quietly under the white moonlight.

Herrell was sitting on the steeple of the clock tower, the two pointers coincided at this moment, it was now full midnight, and under his feet were dark buildings, looking like a group of stone monsters sleeping in a prostrate position.

Herrell likes to bathe in the moonlight, the quiet moonlight can make him forget all troublesome things.From nowhere, he took out a goblet and a bottle of tightly packed red wine, ready to enjoy the night to the fullest.

"If this is the time, it would be perfect to add something sweet." Heller took a sip of the red wine, sighing to himself, while trying to take out some sweets, but he fumbled for a long time, and finally took out a somewhat worn-out cardboard box .

It was only then that he remembered that because of his coma, that human hadn't served him dessert for a long time, and he hadn't eaten his favorite sweets for a long time either.

"I have to eat this." Herrell opened the carton, and there were brown chocolate pieces neatly arranged in the box.He took a piece and put it in his mouth, waiting for the sweet and silky texture to please his taste buds.At this moment, he thought of some unpleasant images, the body he created was touched, hugged, and defiled by different people.What made him even more unhappy was that such a scene might be happening right now.Herrell frowned, and threw one, two, and three pieces of chocolate into his mouth one by one.Something went wrong, maybe he ate too much, and his taste buds began to numb, and he actually tasted the secret bitterness from the chocolate.

His "dessert bible" was overturned at this moment.Sweet taste did not satisfy his empty stomach, nor redeem the bitter soul.

"I will not be influenced by insignificant people." Herrell touched his empty chest and said softly, not knowing who.