Law of the Dragon

"Do you think it is necessary to do this?" Perot asked softly as he walked beside Norman, but his eyes were looking at the road ahead. He didn't hear Perot's voice, and didn't even know that he was talking to himself.

"Probably not necessary," Norman said flatly.

"It's not necessary? You still..." Pero couldn't help but stop, but immediately walked forward again, "What are you thinking?"

"I've caught Marvin's murderer," Norman said softly.

"So what...he is still a false king," Pero said indifferently, "this will not change."

"Since it can be proved that Eros has nothing to do with the killing of the bishop, the matter of judging whether he is a 'false king' can be left to the royal family to resolve. After all, the imperial power and the religious power have not interfered with each other for nearly a hundred years. , we shouldn't violate this default rule first." Norman said softly.

Perot was stunned: "You think too simply, they..."

"I know they have other plans, but in court, since I have evidence, will they continue to slander His Majesty under the watchful eyes of the God of Light?" Norman asked.Those who control the royal power now are only General Yarrow and Duke Sacre. When they were in the third district, these people obviously knew that Eros was a "false king", but they seemed to have reached some agreement, so it shouldn't be It's embarrassing for Eros, not to mention, Sa Keluo has no way to intervene in this matter now.

"Since you are so persistent..." Perot sighed softly.

"I can only do this," Norman said softly, as if telling himself, "The mission given to me by the God of Light... seems to be getting farther and farther away from me."

Perot watched in silence as Norman walked into the waiting room for the court session, sighed, let the guards guard the door, turned and left by himself.

Listening to the footsteps going away, Norman sat down on a chair on one side, resting his chin on one hand, and playing with a light blue gemstone with the other. Black shadows, with an ominous air.

"Carl..."

There was obviously no sound, and even the curtains didn't move extra, there was already one more person in the room.

Norman acted as if he didn't hear it, and there was no hesitation or disorder in the movement of flipping the gem with his fingertips.

"I already asked Camilla to hand over the monster to the church," the man said softly, "Is it... After this place is over, come back to the Valley of Elves with me?"

"Hmm..." Norman responded softly.

The silver-haired elf approached Norman, and looked down at the gemstone in his hand: "Don't forget your promise, once again."

"I know." Norman said softly, "You can rest assured to wait for me outside, Gabriel."

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"Don't play dumb with me," En Bo slapped the table, "I know you must know!"

"Where does your strange self-confidence come from, and why are you yelling at me?" The chancellor gave the prime minister a disgusted look, "I am old, even if you yell Yes, I heard it with my ears, but I forgot something."

"How could this kind of thing be forgotten?" En Bo lowered his voice, "You know about the matter of the princess."

The Minister of Finance raised his eyelids and glanced at En Bo: "All I know is that the entire imperial capital is under the control of the imperial daughter."

En Bo was startled: "You said we were all under surveillance?"

"Otherwise, why do you think you can run wherever you want?" The Chancellor picked up his teacup and took a sip, "However, when you called me, I remembered something."

"What... isn't it being monitored? Don't say it yet..." En Bo said hastily.

"I want to hear what you think of."

A woman's voice sounded in the living room. En Bo clearly remembered that when he came, he had already asked the guards to send all the servants away.He turned his head and saw a lady gently pushing the door away and slowly walking in.

She is about 24 or [-] years old, with gorgeous clothes and long golden hair coiled up high, but her appearance is full of fatigue that cannot be concealed, making her look old and calm that does not match her age.

"Your Highness." En Bo and the Minister of Finance exchanged glances, got up and followed the standard court etiquette. Although Eros didn't like this before, it is always right to be careful in these extraordinary times.

The woman smiled softly, "It seems that you still don't regard me as a king." Indeed, there is a big difference between the names of Your Majesty and Your Highness. Becoming king is just the beginning.

En Bo and the Minister of Finance exchanged glances, silently acknowledging what the imperial daughter said.

The princess sighed and asked them to sit down: "I haven't come into contact with the prime minister before, but I think the eldest son of the Duke of Leiden's family should choose the right person. Can you tell me where is that person now?" ?"

"Duke Saclow..." En Bo coughed lightly, "I heard from General Yarrow who was traveling with me that the Duke's whereabouts are unknown, and he seems to have encountered some danger in the third district."

"Really?" The princess's blue eyes darkened, "I grew up with Sa Keluo, I didn't expect to see him when I came back this time." She turned to look at the Minister of Finance, "My lord just said Remember something, what is it?"

Her blue eyes stared at the Chancellor of the Exchequer intently, and Embo immediately looked over, while the Chancellor sat there as if he had fallen asleep, without even opening his eyes.

"My lord?" the princess urged softly.

The chancellor raised his face and looked at the princess: "It happened in the past. Seven years ago, Your Highness, you did not send anyone to assassinate His Majesty the King."

The princess was stunned, and then tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Her breathing was a little short, and she calmed down after a while. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief: "...but you...didn't say anything back then."

The chancellor looked at the imperial daughter with chaotic eyes: "I only found out later, Your Highness, I know the facts are hard to accept, but all of this was designed by His Majesty the King."

There was silence in the room, and everyone held their breaths to digest this shocking secret.

"Eight years ago, His Majesty the King brought several children into the palace. They are all His Majesty's own children. Although they were born to women outside, their status is low, but they are of royal blood," he continued with his head bowed. Said, "Your Majesty just wants to raise these children in the palace, let them receive a good education, and when they grow up, give them land and let them go back to their own territory to live. But in just two months , These children died in accidents one after another.”

"My lord won't think that I did it, will you?" The princess said softly, "It's not surprising that those children from the countryside fell into the pond or fell from the tree."

"How many funerals of your younger brothers have you attended?" The Minister of Finance suddenly said softly, "Although they were born lowly, they are still your brothers."

"I don't have such a brother." The princess said coldly.

The Minister of Finance sighed: "Do you want me to continue, Your Highness?"

"Go on," the princess's voice was no longer as friendly as before, it was as cold as ice.

The Minister of Finance shook his head: "His Majesty tried his best to protect the last child, and even planned to send him away, but... he still died. But this death left a clue... As for what it is, The king didn't mention it, but he was sure who the murderer was."

Now that the words have come to this point, even if the Minister of Finance does not say anything about it, Embo can probably imagine it.His majesty the king had lost several children, and felt that the princess was so cruel that he didn't even keep his younger brother alive.So he wanted to punish the princess—maybe he didn't necessarily want to kill the daughter at the time, so he pretended that the queen sent an assassin to assassinate him, and wanted to kill the daughter.

Of course, the princess must have made a series of arrangements afterwards to prevent this charge from being fully substantiated, so she could only be exiled.

In this matter, it is true that His Majesty the King wronged the Queen, but if the Queen hadn't killed several of her brothers before, His Majesty the King would definitely not be so cruel.

"It's inevitable, royal battles, don't you see them too often?" the princess asked back.

"However, this cannot be an excuse for killing relatives. It does not mean that being a royal family has the right to kill people at will." The Minister of Finance responded lightly, "This is also what His Majesty the King said."

"Heh...hahahaha!" The princess suddenly laughed, and those originally quiet blue eyes were full of madness and hatred, "Who said there is no! Look, now that he is dead, those bastards are also dead , only I survived, exile? I haven’t returned yet!”

The princess laughed crazily until she shed tears. She gently wiped it away with a handkerchief: "After so many years, I finally know that my father just wanted to kill me, wrong me, and not want me to inherit the throne! I I want to show him, I want to show him what this country will become!"

"Your Highness!" The Minister of Finance suddenly stood up, "The country is not something to vent your anger on."

The princess's lips slightly turned up: "You say it's not right?"

The chancellor sighed and said no more.

The princess stood up and told the guards: "Don't let them leave here for now." After speaking, she turned and walked out of the living room.

The Duke of Clander, the chief cabinet of the fifth district, was waiting outside the living room. When he saw the princess, he hurriedly greeted him: "Your Highness."

The princess glanced at him and continued to walk forward. The Duke of Clander had no choice but to follow behind: "Any news about Roger?"

"I still couldn't pass through the dense fog. I asked a few mages on the black market to investigate the dense fog," Klander said to the princess in a low voice, "They said that this dense fog might not be caused by magic."

"It's not magic?" The princess stopped, "What does that mean? If it's not magic, why would someone get lost there, why can't they contact the dark merchant?"

"They said that this dense fog might be..." Crand paused and said, "It might come from the Land of the Dead."

"Where is that place..." The princess stopped suddenly, the land of the dead?She seems to have heard of this place.It seems to be a place where the dead return to silence, where neither the God of Light nor the God of Darkness belongs, but the domain of the Neutral God.

Who said this...?She narrowed her eyes slightly. By the way, it was a man with silver hair and gray eyes—oh, it was Hughes.