Law of the Dragon

This is an ancient seal, what Xilu said before is not wrong, he can indeed undo the seal, the premise is that there is a crack that allows his power to penetrate in and destroy it from the inside.

But now, the whole seal is intact, perfect as if it had never been broken.It is like a perfect triangle, no matter what happens, it cannot be shaken, because it is the most perfect stable structure in the world.

Eros struggled all morning, to no avail.

However, he was only depressed for a while, and then cheered up, he knew there was another way.Now he didn't know whether he wanted to save Xilu, or just to break the seal—in any case, the light seal has a special ability that makes dark creatures constantly challenge and hate it.

"Call the captain of the guard." He said suddenly.

Duke Sacre was telling him about a book "A Brief History of Noah's Civilization". As a king, he must have some understanding of some civilizations, and he was very upset when he was suddenly interrupted.

"You should hear this," he said, "500 years ago the Noahic civilization died..."

"Yeah, since it's already extinct, why tell me about it?" Eros said unhappily, "I don't care about human civilization at all. Looking back at the sad past, what's the use for the present?"

"Prevent the king from repeating the same mistakes," Thacklow insisted. "You have to know something. Maybe it's something in the past, but it can serve as a warning for the present."

"Looking back on the past, walking carefully in the present, like walking on thin ice, trembling, that is human beings, not me." Elos shook his footrest on the footstool, "We are still fearless about the future, because we are strong enough."

"You are human now," the other party said bluntly, "Since you are so powerful, it shouldn't be difficult to be a king..."

"Wait a minute, Noah Civilization?" Eros narrowed his eyes slightly, his slender white fingers unconsciously fiddled with his blond hair, "I seem to remember, that...seems pretty miserable."

"I seem to have talked about the entire Noahic civilization just now." Duke Thakro said gloomily, as if remembering that it was too embarrassing.

"No, no," Eros waved his hand, "I heard this from my relative. When he passed through that city...there were already corpses there—I'm not sure that 500 years have passed, and that place is still alive. Is it there, but I heard that it will be destroyed because of the war between imperial power and religion. They closed their doors and killed each other, one is faith, the other is power, no one will give way, will they?"

"The Church of Light...has been making me uneasy recently," Duke Sacre expressed his concerns, "They are not as humble as before to the imperial power."

"You can send them a book like this to read, I think they will understand." Eros shrugged and said, "What did you say, the warning effect... Uh, now you can help me get the captain of the guard Did you call me?"

Duke Sacre was upset again: "You can tell me what's the matter first, maybe I can help you, the guards are useless."

Eros looked at him strangely: "Hasn offended you?"

"No, Your Majesty." Thakro said in a muffled voice.

"Very good, tell him to come here." Eros instructed him, "Go now!" In the last week, Eros received the document to determine the candidates for the guard, and the ministers decided on four or five candidates, and Hasen was among them After all, he is the vice-captain himself. Although his relatives committed a crime, he solved it with his own hands. This is enough to show that this person is jealous and loyal to the country.But the fact is that Hasen's family must have spent a lot of effort and treasure to clear up the relationship, otherwise it would not be so simple.

If I had known that they were going to unblock them, I would have come to me!Eros thought without thinking, I promise to make him the captain of the guard.

After a short while, Hasen hurried over. It was on duty now, so of course he came as soon as he was called.

"Hey, good afternoon," Eros smiled at Hasen and said, "The weather is fine today."

This kind of greeting like a friend made the other person very unhappy, so His Excellency said in a sour tone: "Is there nothing going on in the slums?"

"No, Your Excellency the Duke." Hasen replied respectfully.In the past, it must have been a little embarrassing and flustered, but now, this kind of malicious question can no longer make waves in this young man's heart.

Duke Sacre raised his eyebrows disapprovingly.

"I'm glad nothing strange has happened," the king took up the conversation, not at all aware of how hurtful their words were, and said in a cheerful tone, "I'm sorry to call you when you are busy, but actually..." Ai Luo paused and asked, "Actually, I want to ask you, are the disaster victims in the Black Forest still there?"

Duke Sacre coughed lightly beside him, and corrected him, "It's a refugee, Your Majesty."

"Oh, a refugee," the king didn't quite know the difference between the two, he was more concerned about the answer to the question, "are you still there, Hasen?"

"It should still be there," Hasen replied respectfully, "the scouts didn't disturb them last time."

"Great, as a king, I can't allow disaster victims to appear in my territory, no! refugees!" He said solemnly, but made the two nobles look up at him in doubt. It is impossible for refugees to disappear out of thin air—is he going to kill them all?Sounds like a big project.

Realizing that the country's land area seems to be quite large, Eros immediately narrowed the scope: "No, no disaster victims are allowed in the imperial capital!"

"It's a refugee." Thakro continued to correct him.

"I see, Your Excellency Duke!" Eros stared at him, and then said seriously: "This is a shame to me!"

Sa Keluo and Hasen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they didn't want to kill the refugees in the entire country. If it was only in the imperial capital, they should be able to wipe them all out by mobilizing troops, but... is this really necessary?

Eros was as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. He stood up and said sadly: "So, I have to make a decision now! I want to help the victims!"

"... Refugees, Your Majesty," said the Duke in a low voice.

"That's not important," Eros waved his hand. Anyway, they are all people who need relief. "I decided to go to the Black Forest to investigate the situation now, and then formulate a plan to help them. Alright, let's go."

Hasen was dumbfounded by such a sudden turn of events. He thought for a while, I am still not calm enough!Immediately stepped forward: "Your Majesty, this matter can be handed over to the guards..."

"No, no, I myself..." Eros waved his hand and strode forward.

But just two steps away, Hasen stopped him: "Your Majesty, the Black Forest is very dangerous, or..." In any case, the guards never dared to enter the Black Forest alone before, probably only scouts and other professions would investigate alone ——Of course, it turns out that the Black Forest is not as scary as the legend says, or else those disaster victims—no, the refugees wouldn’t be there either.Hasen continued to think, even if the Black Forest is not dangerous at all, it would be too imprudent to expose the king to the sight of the refugees. What's more, the identity and blood of the king are so noble, and the refugees—even the most The serfs at the bottom, and even the disaster victims are not as good.

These refugees may be dangerous, and they may live in the Black Forest because they have nowhere to go, but no matter what they are, they are very dangerous to the king.

If the king stood before these vagrants, it was like, to put it bluntly, a loaf of delicious bread before a man who was dying of starvation—you need not imagine how tempting it was.

"Please don't be impulsive, Your Majesty!" Hasen became more and more horrified as he thought about it. They had just lost a king more than a year ago. Fortunately, Duke Sacre and General Yarrow were in charge, so it was no big deal.But now the situation seems not as optimistic as before. All forces are ready to move. Although Hasen is not clear, there are indeed some forces that are slowly infiltrating... Thinking of this, Hasen shuddered a little, and tried to dissuade the king even more.

"I'm not going to see you off, why are you pulling me like this?" Eros asked depressedly, he pulled back his sleeves calmly, and then smoothed the wrinkles on them, "I'm just going to inspect it, And I think the Black Forest needs to be developed..."

Sacre watched Eros walk out of the audience hall with cold eyes, while Hasen was dragged towards the door with his arms around his waist—the relationship between these two people is so good!Last time he just grabbed Eros's wrist, and the other party glared at him, plus sneering at each other. He contrasted angrily, and didn't realize that the point was not here at all.

"If you stop me again, I'll dismiss you!" Eros was finally annoyed. He turned around and looked at Duke Sacre who was watching the show. "Do I have the right to dismiss him?"

"Not only do you have such a right, you can also order him to be hanged." Duke Sacre urged him, "All you need is an order."

"Before I give an order, get up!" Eros shouted at Hasen.

The latter got up reluctantly, and his hand was still on the king's waist, which was particularly dazzling in the eyes of the other person.

"Please don't question my decision, gentlemen," Eros put on a serious expression, "I'm going to the Black Forest. I don't need followers, escorts, or troops. I'll go alone!"

"It's too dangerous, Your Majesty." Hasen didn't want to lose his position and life at all, but in order to show his loyalty to the royal family and the standard of "loyal ministers who remonstrate with death", he said bravely, "If you want to go to the Black Forest, you must Please step over my dead body."

"This is so touching," Eros finally ran out of patience, and pulled out the long sword that had been used as a decoration from the scabbard. Before Hasen could see his movements clearly, the blade had already rested on his on the shoulders.

Although it was for decoration, it was sharp enough, and the cold blade exuded a bloodthirsty chill, reflecting Hasen's pale cheeks.