Before he was crowned king II

Soldiers of the Holy Via Empire, the military department, took Her Royal Highness's beloved horse to the stables to rest.

"All the officers who participated in the Battle of the Gray Wall have been interrogated." Baron Roy held a thick stack of confessions in his hand, "Unfortunately,? We didn't find any suspicious characters,? Everyone's action trajectory is at least There are more than two soldiers who can prove that none of them has the possibility of becoming an internal response."

"What about the sub-orc man named Kaisen? Don't you have any clues?"

Tisifeng was very dissatisfied with the progress of the investigation reported by Baron Roy. She hated returning without success when the direction and goal were undoubtedly correct.

But this time, she felt like she was fighting an invisible enemy. Although her punches were precise and powerful, her fists seemed to hit the cotton without any real effect.

"No, we sent five boats to salvage in the Rio Grande. Except for the bodies of a few military policemen, we found nothing else."

Baron Roy said softly, "We suspect that Kaisen's body may have been washed out of the gray wall by the rapids on the day of the incident."

"The corpse... rushed out of the gray wall... What is supporting your point of view? Who is it that allows you to assert like this?" Tisifeng asked coldly with sharp eyes.

"We... are just... guessing..." Baron Roy immediately lowered his head.

"Stupid guess." Tisiphon slammed the table, and cut off the conversation unceremoniously, "Didn't you even consider the direction of the Rio Grande? In a state of unconsciousness, there is no way for a corpse to escape from the water." Go down through the gray wall,? It will be stopped by the wire screen!"

"We have checked the wire filter under the water, and found nothing unusual."

"That is, there is only one possibility,? He is still alive." Tisifeng exhaled, and said quietly, "He was rescued,? And it is very likely that he is still in the capital."

Baron Roy was stunned by this deduction, and was silent for a few seconds: "Sir, are we going to check all the sub-orcs in the capital? However, this may involve the privacy of some nobles..."

"No, he will come out by himself." Tisifeng said, "Well, the message has already been released."

Sean and Alex stood at the edge of the street, and a team of nearly a hundred city guards happened to escort a dozen prisoners passing by.

The prisoners, all barefoot and wearing tattered gauze linings, their hair disheveled and hemp ropes around their necks, were forced to bend over like a herd of cattle being driven forward.

"What's going on here? Why are there so many filthy orcs in the capital?"

"It should be a prisoner. I heard that on the day of the Battle of the Gray Wall, the army led by Princess Tisifeng suppressed a rebel army called the Scarlet Vanguard."

The onlookers began to talk, and some people standing in front asked loudly about the passing soldiers.

"Officer, where are these lowly beasts going to be sent?"

"Three days later, Princess Tisifeng will execute these guys one by one in front of the gate of Saint Via."

The soldier did not avoid asking, and directly informed everyone of the situation.

"It's really heart-warming good news. They definitely did it to themselves. Can we go and watch the execution that day?"

"Of course..." The soldier gave a military salute, turned around and trotted back to keep up with the escorting team.

"Did you hear that, everyone! Those sinners who dare to provoke us, Sanvia, will be executed by Princess Tisiphon in three days! We should go to the tavern to have a drink and celebrate!"

The men booed loudly, and after finding a reason to drink, they walked away with their shoulders crossed.

"Let's go, we should go back." Sean whispered to Alex, he glanced at the solemn "Gate of Saint Via", turned and left.

Warner walked staggeringly on the gray wall, some cold east wind pierced his swollen mind, which slightly restored his sanity.

He wanted to raise his head to look around, but subconsciously squinted his eyes. Because he was locked up in the dark and humid interrogation room for too long, his animal pupils hadn't had time to adapt to the brightness of the afternoon sun.

"Kneel down, bitches." Someone kicked him hard in the groin.

With a snap, his knees hit the hard stone surface, and Warner prostrated himself on the ground, his face lumped together in pain.

"Although I wish I could kill you now, Chief Tisifeng said that we have to wait another three days."

Warner struggled to straighten his back, and a man's angry voice came from behind him, "So, until the time of death comes, you must kneel here, looking at the towns and villages that have been reduced to ruins because of you, go to repent! Go to redeem your sins." ! You must realize your deep sins before you can go to hell!"

Obviously, you all used large-scale magic to become like this...

Warner retorted quietly in his heart. In his opinion, these words were all selfish excuses by the Sanvia people to shirk their responsibilities.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Warner's shoulders trembled, and he heard a very soft apology from his side. He turned his head and saw the girl with a broken leg who was speaking in the slave yard.

"Hey, did you confess... Kaisen, and our identities..." Warner asked in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to go back..." The girl's eyes were bright red, as if blood would flow at any time.

"Don't blame yourself, I guess you're not the only one who said it." Warner withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at the figures kneeling in a row.

"I'm really sorry, obviously you helped us, but in the end..."

"No, it's all my fault. I'm sorry for Kaisen, I'm sorry for the Scarlet Vanguard...

If I hadn't been smart enough to open the underground cage at that time, everyone wouldn't have died..."

Warner looked up at the corpse hanging on the long pole and muttered to himself, the girl's choking stopped suddenly, and something in Warner's eyes went out along with it.

St. Via Royal Palace, First Courtyard, St. Corinthian Church.

In the afternoon, because the war was imminent and the treasury was tense, behind this cool bronze door, a low-key and simple royal funeral was hurriedly completed in half a day.

"Is Ornis okay?" Tisiphon stood under the rose glass window, looking at the "portrait of the heroic Fern Salfield" hanging on the church wall.

"Your Majesty didn't let her participate. I heard that she cried all night yesterday, and she didn't feel well when she woke up in the morning. She seemed to be sick."

Mars was wearing a black coat sitting on the altar, his silver forehead hanging down to cover half of his face.

"Fern obviously hasn't gotten along with her much, who would have thought that she would still feel so uncomfortable."

Tisifeng sighed, and her eyes softened for a moment, "Her character is the same as when she was a child, gentle and kind like a rabbit. She is really out of place among the wolves and leopards of our family. I even suspect that there is some blood on her body. Is it Salfid's blood?"

"So in the eyes of the emperor, apart from Ornis, we brothers are all ferocious beasts?" Mars twitched his lips slightly.

"We are royalty, not a family. When a family member dies, our first reaction is always to think about what it brings us, never what we lose."

Tisiphon looked at Mars, "If it was me who mourned today, would you have played cards with the ministers the night before until dawn?"

"I don't think so. I think I have a worse relationship with Brother Fern."

Mars said, "After all, we got along relatively harmoniously when we were young."

"I thought this harmonious relationship would break down after I returned to the capital with the army." Tisifeng walked over.

"Will not……"

"Why not? Because you think I won't compete with you for the throne?" Tisiphon looked down at his younger brother, "You shouldn't be so sure, my mind has changed."

"If Miss Tisifeng wants, I am willing to withdraw from the battle for the throne." Mars raised his head and stood up.

"lie……"

"Miss Huang also said so."

The sun shines on the two through the gorgeous rose window, and the siblings look at each other, as if they are engaged in an invisible contest.

"Yes, I don't care about the throne. I just want to fight for the empire on the battlefield. My only wish is to expel all the sub-orcs in the world before I die." Finally, Tisifeng looked away first.

"I know, but I will still guard against you, your army, and your crazy supporters."

Mars also said frankly, "After this war, I will be more passive. Because at that time, I believe your reputation in San Viada will reach an unprecedented peak."

"The premise of your concern is that I can return victorious." Tisifeng had to remind.

"Will Miss Huang lose?" Mars shrugged, "I don't think so."

"Thank you, I take it as you wishing me invincibility." Tisifeng raised her hand. She wanted to touch Mars's face habitually, but found that the other party was already much taller than herself.

"I was blessing you." Mars smiled.

"It seems that you are just as unpopular as when you were a child." Tisifeng changed his posture, patted Mars on the shoulder, and lowered his voice, "Don't worry about other things, you and I won't be enemies ...and remember that we are all on the battlefield.

It's just that I'm fighting in the front, while you are in the rear to seize power.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the royal family, and those old nobles must leave their territories one after another.

So you must protect your mother, fight wits and courage with those old foxes, and concentrate all the power in our own hands. "

"I know what I want to do."

"I will leave the firearms camp to you, just in case." Tisifeng explained everything and was about to leave. When she walked to the door of the church, she suddenly remembered something.

"My intuition tells me that there must be a sub-orc in the capital. I can't find him, but maybe you can pay attention."

Sorry, I'll try my best to get another chapter out.

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感谢在2021-02-01?23:25:44-2021-02-02?20:25:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: rynn? 1;

Brethil, Xingxin? 1;

30 bottles of bitter tea;

34744344? 8 bottle;