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Priest Elaine felt that something was wrong. When he was stared at by those eyes, the hairs on his back stood on end, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, it was difficult to breathe, as if his throat would be bitten and his trachea would be torn open in the next second, and the cold venom flowed all over his body .

"Also," Lucien turned his head, and asked his consul with great curiosity, "We can actually eat one hundred thousand catties of grain a day, did I give you that—so much money? "

Yes, or, this account is so bad that the brat in Lucien's head knows that he is being regarded as a fool.

Although, if Lucien is really a deep palace prince who doesn't leave his home, the data in this account book is actually no problem at first glance. After all, the beans and wheat eaten in the palace do cost about two gold coins per catty on average.

"President Andasi," Lucien called Mr. Mage, "you are right, he deceived me."

He still had a gentle and gentle smile on his face, and his little curly hair, which was stubbornly curled up no matter how much he took care of, made him look like a lamb—that eyes that were filled with tears and forced to be strong, made people feel sore and shattered.

Lucien stood up, but still had to raise his head to meet Levin Furner's eyes. He said to Archmage Andasi, "Please help me catch him."

The weird tune that Lucien hummed suddenly flashed through Levin Furner's head when he pulled the hook. He subconsciously got up and wanted to go out, but Archmage Andasi raised his hand and snapped his fingers to fix him on the seat.

"I'm sorry." Archmage Andasi faced the knife pierced on his body frankly, "I have accepted the task of the Duke."

During the first meeting, Lucien, as the employer, asked him to obey one of his orders at the banquet, and the reward for the task was the lord's immunity. He also promised lower taxes for adventurers and mercenaries in the future, This is too much, and there is no reason why Andasi, as a registered mercenary of the mercenary union, should not accept it.

Andasi thought it was the duke who didn't have the courage to back him up, and didn't predict the development of the plot at all, but he couldn't get out of the current situation, and the lord's immunity was like a carrot hanging in front of him, forcing him to follow Lucien's plan. Script go.

Lucien picked up the knife on Levin Furner's place and walked in front of Leven Furner.

The bear kid in his head started to cheer and scream, to rush out of the shackles, and to celebrate——

Carnival.

"We pulled the hook."

Lucien said softly.

"you cheated me."

He took Levin Furner's hand and pressed it to the table.

"But I still have to keep my promise."

He raised the knife in his hand.

Do not!

No no no no! ! ! !

No------! ! ! ! !

Levin Furner's eyes widened. He realized what Lucien was trying to do, and he struggled desperately to move his body, but his body was as stiff as a stone, frozen in place.

He is just a mid-level warrior, unable to resist the confinement spell of an archmage at all.

The sterling silver table knife waved, leaving a bright light in his retina.

Blood splatter.

"Hook your fingers and swear, and cut off your fingers as a promise."

The strange tune echoed in the hall, and the first knife landed on the little finger that once hooked the boy's pale finger.Lucien's strength was not enough, he only cut through a layer of skin, so he had to make another knife, another knife, another knife, and...

The blood stained the tablecloth and spread a large piece of scarlet, which spread to the edge of Viscount Norbert's dinner plate opposite.

"I can't stop cutting it." Lucien threw away the table knife in his hand, looked around, and his eyes lit up, "Ah, I found it."

Levin Furner wore a dagger on his waist, the blade was sharp and bright.

This time it was cut off.

The scream was blocked deep in the throat, and the smell of blood and the smile on the boy's face poured a bone-chilling chill into the limbs and bones. It seemed that every knuckle was aching, as if it was broken, and one couldn't help but want to touch it. Is every finger still there.

But can't move.

The strange chill froze every cell in the body, and a shuddering and even nauseating atmosphere filled every inch of the air in the banquet hall, and low humming whispers seemed to ring in the ear.

"A person who betrays will have a bowel movement."

The gorgeous gown is filled with stinking blood, dirty filth, and the unavoidable staining of clothes no matter how careful you are.

Lucien wiped his hands with Levin Furner's napkin, and found that the cuffs were dirty and smelly.

It's like butchering a pig.

But he doesn't seem to have killed a pig.

Lucien couldn't help laughing, and immediately realized his rudeness.

"I'm sorry." He apologized sincerely, facing Levin Furner, who had been disembowelled by him, "I shouldn't laugh at you."

Lucien carefully wiped the dagger clean with a napkin, inserted it back into the sheath at Mr. Levin Furner's waist, touched the scarf to adjust the cuffs, and sat back in his seat.

He apologized to the guests at the table again: "I'm very sorry, it's a personal matter that has delayed your meal." Lucien put the wine glass of Levin Furner in front of Viscount Noble, picked up his own juice, and smiled , "I hope everyone doesn't mind."

The boy's pure white dress was dyed half of his body scarlet, but he raised his glass and gave a speech to start the banquet as if he didn't realize it.

"Thank you for taking the time to come. I'm new here, and I have many shortcomings. Please take care of me in the future." His voice was gentle, with a bit of shyness and anxiety, "Please raise your glass with me."

Silence answered him.

It was as if the confinement spell of Archmage Andasi had spread to everyone, and even backfired on the mage himself.

"Everyone, please raise your glasses." Lucien repeated, the dimples on his cheeks were filled with blood, "Please hurry up, Mr. Levin Furner is dying."

"I told him to pull the hook."

"Those who deceive will be eaten by wild beasts and die."

……

Tick, tick.

It was a wine glass that was overturned by shaking hands, and fine wine fell from the rim.

It was also blood that spread along the soaked fabric, spreading dark dots on the carpet, and then slowly, slowly, spreading into one piece.

The intestines fell from the dissected stomach, and the severed little finger was placed on the dinner plate, like a delicacy that needs to be savored carefully.

The smell of blood spread unscrupulously to every corner, mixing with the aroma of food into a dizzy and nauseating smell.

"You guys don't have a good appetite today." Said the young lord sitting in the main seat, taking a sip of the juice in the glass.

He was fully pleased by the delicious food on the table, his cheeks were blush with satisfaction, and even the coldness in his eyes was wrapped in the illusory foam full of milky sweetness.

"The top-quality cheese from your estate is used in this dish." Lucien smiled and said to Viscount Norbert beside him, "Lawrence said the quality is very good, please eat more."

The man who repeatedly stirred the viscous cream in the bowl woke up suddenly, as if he had had a long and absurd dream, and shivered when he was woken up by a basin of cold water.

Viscount Norbert finally realized what had just happened in front of him. The tablecloth in front of his dinner plate was mottled with wet red, and he only needed to look up to meet Levin Furner's cloudy and empty eyes.

He is still alive.

The mouth is wide open like a stranded fish, flocculent ash floats in the white eyes, and there is a "ho ho" noise inside the body, and sometimes it shakes convulsively.

At this moment, Viscount Norbert couldn't even connect him with his most proud nephew. What appeared in his mind was the deer he had hunted before, and when he fell to the ground and struggled, he was equally embarrassed and ugly.

"He, you..." Viscount Norbert said in confusion. He had simulated many possibilities for today's banquet, and he had also imagined various appearances for the young duke who had never met before, but none of them told him that it would be like this In the bloody scene, the young man was smiling and seemed to be indifferent amidst the painful groans of the dying man, but it gave people an illusory and elusive distorted chill.

madman.

He couldn't help thinking that.

And the young man looked at him, the dimples on his cheeks were as sweet as honey wine, "Huh? What do you want?"

Viscount Norbert's eyeballs rolled, he tried to capture the crazy and out-of-control emotions on that exquisite and beautiful face, but in the end he only sank into those blue eyes like a calm sea, completely submerged by the whirlpool and tide.

The man shook his head mechanically, and heard his voice hoarse, "I'm just a little worried." A strange atmosphere in the room strangled his throat, and every word he uttered exhausted all his strength, "Worry about Lai!" Wenfner's sudden, sudden passing would not be good."

At this moment, he intends to get rid of his relationship with Levin Furner, and only emphasizes that the other party is the consul appointed by the empire. Lucien is the lord of Velveer. Now that the lord stabbed the consul to death, he will become a The tragedy that everyone here died together.

After all, if the lord killed the consul, it would be treason in a big way, and would drag down the entire territory to be wiped out by the empire.

But Viscount Noble did not dare to say that he might have dared to threaten the lord with this at any time before Lucien used the knife, but at this moment he realized clearly that the person sitting next to him was not a weak and innocent trash, but a fucking A lunatic who doesn't agree with each other.

There were more than a dozen guards belonging to the lord in the room, with Qian Wen on their faces as slaves who could die for Lucien, and he couldn't even make himself say a word more.I was afraid that something would stimulate Lucien's nerves and remind him that his surname was also Norber, and he was "broken to the ground" immediately after sitting down.

The guards they brought were stopped outside, and Sean's own guards stepped forward to take over their duties as soon as they entered the manor. Although he was not reconciled, he had to admit that the only one present who was sure of being able to escape violently was Archmage Andasi.

He even began to be involuntarily afraid of whether the wine and food he drank today contained poison that would kill them.

"Ah, I'm sorry to trouble you." Lucien naturally interpreted Viscount Noble's words as concern for himself, "I have made an appointment with Mr. Levin Furner." He said a childish speech seriously , "I have pulled the hook so you must abide by it, otherwise you will be a bad boy."

He is serious.

It is because he seriously agrees with this logic that it is even more terrifying.

Children's unique logic, there is no good and evil, no black and white, and too much black and white to separate good and evil, so he has no concept of "cruel", "moderate" and "evil" at all. human" consciousness.

promised.

So it must be fulfilled.

"Before I came, His Majesty promised me that there is nothing wrong with a consul's words." Lucien continued, sincerely comforting Viscount Norbert who cared about him, "Your Majesty said that I can do whatever I want, as long as Just don’t get angry, don’t get tired, and don’t get sick too much.”

Lucien didn't say how he got this promise from his cheap father, who probably didn't intend to give him so many privileges that would attract attention, but his two sons fought to give Lucien a farewell A gift, and he couldn't say no to those blue eyes full of panic.

Facing the youngest son who is extremely strong in the face of cheap brothers, he is the only one who shows a fragile and uneasy side when facing his father. He is obviously very timid and frightened in his heart, and he is still trying to comfort him with a forced smile. to the old father.

Having been the emperor for decades, he could certainly tell that Lucien was pretending, but the better he pretended, the more he needed help. Was this kid extending a helping hand to a strong man like him?

From birth to now, it was the first time for Lucy to go so far away.

Alone, surrounded by wolves.

……

So Lucien got the promise.

It's not just a verbal promise that can be denied at any time, but it's also written on the special paper depicting the royal family crest, stamped with the private seal of His Majesty the Emperor, and it must be recognized as effective wherever it is placed-in a strict sense It can be called the promise of "imperial decree".

whee.