Not a big brother for many years [Quick Transmigration]

The written script was placed there, and every actor performed their duties and walked to their proper positions.

Les Farah stood not far away and quietly watched Isidor Mari's sharp accusations against Lisa Nehemiah.

"It's just an ordinary little nobleman who dares to covet Prince Heller, Lisa Nehemiah, right?" Isidor Mari raised his head high, looking like all living beings are common people, but his tallest Stance, "Who are you underestimating? Prince Heller wants to be with Princess Rachel. I don't think you, a little noble, can understand the value brought by the marriage between the two countries."

Isidor Mari's eyes became even more disgusted, he could not look down on a duke's daughter.

In the past, if Isidor Mari accused Lisa, or even the Nehemiah family, she would not have any opinion, but what this damned Grand Duke said was that she was not worthy of Prince Heller at all.

The girl in a purple aristocratic dress distorted her face with anger, "Isidor Mari! When will the marriage of the younger generation need you to intervene, or do you mean that you already want to take the place of the queen?"

"Don't criticize me, you are not qualified yet, Lisa, quickly put away your disgusting little thoughts." Isidore Mari looked like he wouldn't give up until he drove Lisa crazy.

"Prince Heller's status is not worthy of you as a little duke's daughter. Princess Rachel is the most suitable partner for him. In the future, Rachel will also become Prince Heller's concubine, and even Fei Er Queen of the Kingdom of Germany, you little daughter of a nobleman, it is better not to have these unnecessary thoughts."

Isidor Mari looked at Lisa with his nostrils and made an expression for her good. That kind of tone also hurt Lisa's heart. The girl even couldn't bear it and smashed the folding fan in Isidor Mari's face .

When the Grand Duke got angry and wanted to pull out the sword hanging from his waist to stab her, she directly cursed, "Your low IQ is because you can't understand normal people's words or something? No matter whether I can become Prince Heller Princess, what does it matter to you whether you can marry him?!"

"Don't make a disgusting expression, okay? You really don't know how disgusting you are now? It's nothing more than the entire principality is from the Kingdom of Feld, and they all express your existence hate."

"You simply included all the distasteful character traits, and condensed all of them into one body, but you still don't have any self-awareness, but the merits of your ancestors have been passed down. If it weren't for the generosity of the queen, you who have no merits, what would you be able to do?" Take the position of Grand Duke! Do you think you are the same as the other two Grand Dukes? Stop joking, you are so stupid that it makes people laugh!"

Isidor Mari couldn't bear it anymore, so he drew out the sword in his hand, and killed Lisa's neck without thinking.

Les Farah's expression was twisted with excitement, of course he knew this was going to happen.

What's more interesting is that at this very moment, Heller Sommerfeld is standing about ten meters away from the pavilion where Isidor Mari and Lisa Nehemiah are...

His arrival was notified by Les Farah. They all knew that Lisa would die here, but they also knew that the murder case of Isidor Mari in the palace would definitely cause discussions in the entire Principality.

What's more, he did such a heinous thing in front of Prince Heller, the visiting envoy from another country.

Only Lisa, whose throat was cut off quickly, opened her eyes wide, watching this scene in disbelief.

She is a stupid woman, but also a sad woman, who can't see clearly that Haile Sommerfeld chose to pick up her hand when she fell more than ten years ago, just because she has Nehemiah on her body The family crest.

It is also not clear why Isidor Mari, who was supposed to discuss government affairs with the queen at this time, appeared in the back garden of the palace inexplicably.

It was as if no one thought that this kind of thing would be safely caught by Heller Sommerfeld.

Les Farah looked excitedly at the servants beside Heller Sommerfeld and yelled in surprise, which attracted everyone's attention, and Lisa, who had her larynx cut, might not be able to do it again. Hold on for a few seconds.

"Ha... Heller..." Lisa vomited mouthfuls of blood, and a large amount of blood quickly flowed out from her severed larynx, soaking her gorgeous and beautiful skirt.

She is now in an unbelievable mess.

No longer standing on the street in the past, the gorgeousness is very much looked up by the common people.

That day, the mother-in-law at the door opposite Borg Cecilia begged this lady because she wanted to know about him, but she was killed alive just because she reached out her old hand and grabbed her skirt. At present, the equally gorgeous dresses with different styles have become garbage soaked in too much blood that has to be disposed of, and may include Lisa's soon-to-be corpse.

Heller Sommerfeld walked quickly into the pavilion, reached out and took Lisa's hand.

"I'm here, I'm here, Lisa..." Heller Sommerfeld called out his name softly, with a look of extreme sadness and disbelief.

Les Farah looked at this scene mockingly. When they were discussing that Lisa Nehemiah would be the best flag sacrificer, Heller Sommerfeld was sitting on a chair with a gloomy expression. It is a vicious hungry wolf.

He could even take it for granted, "This plan is really good."

Les Farah also asked badly, "Lisa has a deep love for you. Whether it's a pawn or something, it should be extremely valuable to you."

"Then as a pawn, wouldn't it be more interesting for her to kill Grand Duke Isidor Mari for me at the cost of her own life?"

"And you, Les Farah, after the death of Isidor Mari, I don't think you will give up the position of the third Grand Duke, the title of the youngest Grand Duke in history, do you? I look forward to seeing you holding it One day, when the time comes, don't forget me, Heller Somo, the king of the Duchy of Feld."

Immediately afterwards, both of them laughed wildly.

Lisa Nehemiah looked at Heller holding her hand in pain, and even before she died, she was still thinking: It might be a happy thing to die in Heller's arms. Died in his arms...

Lisa's face became more and more painful, "I'm sorry..."

There is nothing in the picture that seems to exist in the story. Lisa, who had her throat cut off, just survived in this world, and she completely lost her breath in less than ten seconds.

Just like countless slaves who directly or indirectly stained her skirt, or were beaten to death by her just to vent their emotions, they left this beautiful and dirty world far away.

Heller looked extremely painful, and Isidor Mari said coldly beside him, "Why does the prince have to act like this, he is just an ordinary noble daughter."

"But even if she is just an ordinary daughter of a nobleman, she is still someone I love the most!" Heller continued with a painful expression, but there was a trace of joy in the depths of her eyes, "I have already sued the Queen yesterday, maybe I can't marry Princess Rachel, but I also want to marry Lisa back to the Principality of Feld and become my side concubine."

"And just when I was about to tell Lisa the news! You killed her with your own weapon!"

"Isidor Mari! Why do you take it for granted here, she is just an ordinary noble daughter?"

"I love her, do you know what it's like to be in love? You don't! You are a man who only pays attention to class and will never understand what love is!"

Heller's good accusation made Isidor Mari's face change suddenly.

Leaving aside the anger he felt for these remarks, he simply knew that no matter what the current prince said, in the end he would never be punished for losing his loved one, and let the Grand Duke understand that he might only be able to eat A dumb loss, why do you think it was a loss instead of doing evil yourself that caused all this?And just because he didn't care about killing an ordinary duke's child.

He is a grand duke, one of the three grand dukes, and even controls an army of tens of thousands of people, but there are more than a dozen dukes in this country.

Things are getting more and more interesting.

Les Farah just gave Heller a look and then left the palace. After all, he did not report to the Queen before entering the palace.

The following script should revolve around Heller Sommerfeld.

That must be a wonderful story.

But Les Farah thought that instead of watching the progress of this story, it would be better to stay by Zhong Huan's side.

After returning home, what he saw was still Zhong Huan sitting on the snow-white chair. Not only did he have a perverted smile, but he also said with a crazy expression, "I will present you the most perfect hymn!"

He took all of this as everything that should appear at the beginning of the establishment of a new country.

Chaos, tyranny, bloodshed, casualties.It's all taken for granted.

What Les Farah can never imagine is that the person he regards as a god, but what he imagines in his heart is how to give him the most painful ending.

Les Farah calculated everything, while Zhong Huan watched everything.

Zhong Huan always remembered his mission.

Also like Les Farrah beating Borg Cecilia with a whip before being hypnotized by him.

Or maybe Les Farrar holding a cup filled with a mixture of pepper, salt, and water and pouring it on Borg Cecilia's wound.

Zhong Huan just stretched out his hand, stroked the head of the fanatic standing beside him, and said, "Good job."

The fanatics in front of him seemed to be on a stimulant, and they became even crazier.

Les Farah even became short of breath, imagining Zhong Huan's more intimate movements with him, whether it was stroking his head, stroking his cheek, or embracing him...

"I will, work harder."

"After January, you will become the new king of this country, and I will be the best waiter by your side..."