Heartbreaker

Candlelight loomed between the three of them.Ellison squinted at the letter paper on the table for a while, stretched out his hand and moved it in front of him, sighed, and quietly read it line by line.

Seeing that the other two didn't respond for a long time, the bald Richard became nervous and asked, wiping the cold sweat from the tip of his nose, "Nugent...what do you think?"

The aquiline-nosed minister of justice took a sip of hot tea and said in a low voice, "The heart of a kingslayer is really vicious. We just found the real descendant of the royal family and were about to support a new king, so he made this move." In a good way, this is what he had planned for a long time, and it just happened to happen at the right time; in a bad way, I'm afraid there are some spies lurking here, specially setting up traps when people's hearts are in turmoil."

"This letter is only four lines long, with an ambiguous attitude and no sincerity at all. It looks like a prank." Ellison looked away indifferently, "Richard, what you say is true? Which townsman is it?" Sent, don’t you even understand this?”

Richard said with a bitter face, "I really don't know. I asked the guards and servants one by one, and no one knew when this letter arrived on my desk."

Nugent sneered, "I'm afraid that the pigeon that carries the letter will untie the letter by itself."

Ellison moved the hot iron bottle in his arms, and said, "Nugent, now is not the time to ridicule Richard. Maybe some cunning criminal from the lower city sneaked into the king's city in disguise and secretly sent this to Richard. Slipped away after sending the letter."

Nugent said abruptly, "What if it's not someone from Vulture City, but a spy from Twilight Empire?"

Ellison sneered, "This possibility is not impossible. Anyway, now that this letter has been delivered to us, as soon as the real Saul royal family appeared, Elliott sent a letter of persuasion. It is hard to say that it is not a trap." .We have been reduced to the North for years, and since we will not surrender in the first place, we will never surrender. Eliot wants to shake the foundations of the old country with a divisive scheme, and he thinks us too little. The others do not Knowing what kind of life the people of the old country in the Twilight Empire lived, does he think that few of us don't know?"

Richard laughed impetuously, "Yes, surrender is impossible. We have seen the mask of the kingslayer clearly. Now that the real prince has returned, we should be loyal to our new king."

Nugent's narrow pupils danced around the two of them, "Then what should we do with this letter? Give it to Prince Lemon?"

Richard had a pipe in his mouth, puffed on it with a sad face, and said, "Or... let's burn it."

Ellison said calmly, "Nugent, have you seen the current Prince Lemon?"

The hook-nosed man said, "Not yet."

Ellison wrapped his coat and said, "I agree with Richard because..."

"The current Prince Lemon, although he has a responsibility to the people of the old country, he is also wary of us, especially the few of us—" He changed the subject and turned to Nugent, "I still remember that he was arrested a few years ago. Sending to the Ember Peak? As the cabinet, we all agree to let Prince Lemon replace Prince Airon and give it to the dragon. Although Prince Lemon has escaped from the dragon's lair, he still has resentment in his heart. It’s hard not to make use of the topic. The prince’s mind is immature, and he was a murderous gangster, so I don’t think it’s wise to hand over the letter to him rashly.”

"That's right! Ellison, your analysis is so reasonable!" Richard stood up abruptly, rubbing his hands nervously, "When Prince Lemon was given to the dragon—God, I almost lost this piece I forgot about it! I don’t know what kind of thoughts His Highness has in mind after so many years, maybe he planned to take us—"

"Okay, burn it."

Nugent put down the teacup and meticulously wiped off the tea stains on his lips.After hearing this, Richard hurriedly took the letter as if he had received some oracle, and quickly threw it into the burning fireplace!

Crackling, crackling.Accompanied by the sound of burning wood, the letter paper was quickly burned to ashes under the watchful eyes of the three.

"Okay!" Richard finally fell to the ground and collapsed on the soft chair, "Vicious kingslayer, bah! Long live the Wanjiang Empire!"

****

Nugent returned to the room.

Unlike Ellison and Richard, his bedroom was a humble study with pristine white walls and spotless floors.The fireplace built into the wall is not too big, but it is enough to keep warm in winter.A plain white single bed was placed next to the bookcase half the height of a person's head, and the long black table beside the bed was filled with books collected from various places, mainly legal codes, and some ancient books that recorded various tortures.

One of them is called "The Secret of the Undead", which records in detail a series of punishments performed by the predecessors on the undead.All these were carefully outlined by him with red ink and pondered over and over again.

This is his job, writing laws, and trial torture.

Nugent closed the door, lit the candlestick by the bed, and walked to the large bookcase in a heart-pounding silence.He gently lifted a corner of the bookcase, took out a letter from the bottom, and slowly unfolded it in the light of the candle——

It was a letter written to him by Eliot the Kingslayer.

As Richard said, this letter also appeared in the "Mystery of the Dead" without anyone noticing it, and he discovered it that night.I wanted to pick a day to discuss with the three of them, but I didn't expect Richard to be one step ahead of him and expose the letter.

"Hmph, Elliott..."

The hook-nosed Minister of Justice sneered, sat on the bed, and read the letter from beginning to end.The same content, even the layout of the handwriting is exactly the same.

Since both he and Richard have this surrender letter, what about Ellison?

that old fox.

Nugent thought for a moment, fingering the paper.Regarding Elliott's persuasion to capitulate, whether it is big or small, the key lies in the new king's opinion.If Lemon Sol is suspicious of this, it may bring bad luck to hand over the letter; if the other party can believe in their loyalty, they should not keep the king in the dark...

——I want you to die badly!You hateful, damned, loathsome bastards!You are the real devils!I will remember your faces one by one!I, Lemon Sol, will definitely repay the punishment you have inflicted on me now!

The boy's hysterical yelling and cursing echoed in his ears, and what happened in the depressing interrogation cell and the confessional room flooded into his mind again.The other party's bruised body was like a rotten potato, and the bloodshot eyes were full of creepy evil.

I will remember your faces one by one...

I want you to die badly...

Nugent frowned, his hands trembling holding the letter.He stood up in the quiet hut, looking out the window at the quiet night.He opened the window, and the cold north wind curled his hair and extinguished the gloomy candle.The man with the hooked nose was silent for a while, and a light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

He knew whom to give the letter to.

****

The "Village Tour" plan went very well.I must say, it was the first time since I put on that heavy golden crown that I had so much fun.I, Raig, Eminem, and Ayer picked more than 40 vicious prisoners in the prison of Vulture City.Under a certain cloudless blue sky, the "God Hunting Army" belonging to King Lemon set out from Vulture City mightily, stepping on the crushed ice on the snowy field with horseshoes, and charged towards those unruly people with howls. village.

Fallows stayed at the gate of the city on horseback like a woman, watching me go away before leaving.I asked him to arrange for some soldiers to wait at the gate of the city, waiting to receive the spoils of our victorious return.

"This time it's a bumper harvest!"

Broken Arm Eminem said with a smile.Around his neck were knots of sausage, and the cripple gorged himself as he rode, with a mouth too busy.Originally, it would be no problem to rob a village with just the four of us.Not to mention that now that the tiger is even more powerful, sweeping the village is like sweeping the ground, and those pig people in the late empire have almost no chance to resist.

I whistled and led my valiant army back to the city, feeling very comfortable in the sun shining down from overhead.

The Godhunters, who specialize in burning, killing and looting, entered the city in a splendid manner, and pulled more than [-] carts of grain behind them, and each cart was loaded to the limit.I saw the people in the city staring at us dumbfounded. I calmly put on the black square mirror that shaded the sun, blocking most of my face, and only let my flaming red hair sway in the sunlight.

I heard from Fallows that when I officially ascend the throne, my red hair will be dyed golden to show the blood of the Sol family.It's an unpleasant idea, but I can't say no to it, I just have to have a good time while I'm still a villain.

The Dong Ting Army acted neatly, without making me wait any longer, and quickly took back the supplies to the Royal City, and put them into the treasury as planned, and prepared to distribute them to the people on the celebration day in the future.The three disabled brothers and I each carried a package on our backs, walking on the dirty and dilapidated streets of the lower city like a few villains running amok in the countryside.

When the poor in the lower city saw us, they all stopped what they were doing and hid aside like the plague.

"Oh, Lemon, your square mirror is quite decent. I can see that all the girls in the street are looking at you."

Lame Legger walked beside me, staring at my square black mirror, grinning, his face wrinkled.This cripple knows what to do, this is a square goggle carefully crafted by a palace craftsman, which can block wind, sand and scorching sun, and can see thousands of miles even in a snowstorm.

I was in a good mood, so I said lazily, "Don't give me such flattering bullshit, lame. I'll just have someone give you a spanking when I get back. Oh, Eminem, Ayer, what about you two?"

Amu with the broken arm frowned, and gave me a weird look, "No, it looks like a blind man wearing it, and it doesn't look good."

"Indeed, it doesn't match your pig face." I rolled my eyes and saw that the one-eyed Ior had been silent by the side, so I poked him with my elbow, "Hey, Ior. Your brother just scolded you A blind man."

"..." Ai Er glanced at me now.I gritted my teeth and said, "If I don't fucking call you blind, you don't move. Take out the cigarette, and I'll smoke one."

He glanced at me helplessly, and took out the cigarette case from the package.I bit the cigarette and took a slow puff, the bitter and acrid smoke escaped from my lips immediately.

"Lemon."

After a long time, the one-eyed blind man finally spoke.I listened patiently, hoping to hear what this silent guy had to say.

He said, "Eliot actually has Chichikov's other eye, doesn't he?"

I murmured, "So you know."

Ai Er said, "All our current plans and actions should be under his control."

I felt irritated in my heart, and said in a vicious voice, "So?"

"I just can't figure out his intention." He said in a deep voice, "We robbed his territory, but he didn't care about it, and didn't send troops to station, as if he specially asked us to rob it..."

"That can only show that he is a fool." I sneered, "I don't care what he is planning. I only know that I need food now, and his village has fresh and non-toxic food. As for what the hell he is doing - I I know he's not a cheap guy, but that doesn't mean we're going to sit and wait! If that happens, I'll do everything I can to slap him in the face!"

We finally found a temporary house in the lower city, a small courtyard with gray rubble covering the eaves, and sparrows chirping on the fence.It's been a long time since I've seen my fellow villain, the mad monk is all right, it's hard to imagine that stupid woman like Barbara can tolerate such a small house.

And my little undead.

A grin spread across my lips, exhilarating.I was carrying a package and wearing a black square mirror. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Luo in the yard, rubbing millet and feeding the poultry.He no longer wore the black cloak that looked like a bed sheet, but a gray turtleneck sweater and white-washed cotton wool trousers, and a pair of muddy black leather boots on his feet, making him look tall and slender tall and straight.

"Hey~"

Oh, his round buttocks, which were stretched out by the trousers, were fucking sexy.I whistled towards his back, my little undead was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at me, even with the black blindfold, I can imagine how surprised his eyes must be.

"Lemon!"

He was so surprised that he was almost at a loss, and the millet was all scattered on the ground.To be honest, I quite like his pure stupidity without a trace of falsehood, as long as he is not in a fierce fight.I bit my cigarette, exhaled with a smile on my cigarette, opened my arms, and was waiting for my beauty to throw me into my arms——

"elder brother!"

A bluffing kid suddenly jumped out of the room, with short braids and swift legs.I squinted at the brown-haired boy, vaguely remembering what the mage in the Bone Swamp had told me about Luo's past.

Unexpectedly, this time they all live together in Vulture City, it's a good job.

"Damn! Who are you? What are you doing at my house?!" Seeing us thugs standing at the door, Mao was so startled that he almost sat on the ground.

I lifted my chin at him and said with a half smile, "Hey, boy, you're Ro's brother? You've got pretty good legs, huh?"

Lame Raig said fiercely, "Huh? I hate the little brat jumping up and down the most!"

Luo's expression suddenly became tense, and he took a step forward, blocking his brother without showing any trace.There was a burst of boredom in my heart, and the tenderness and sweetness that had surged up just now disappeared.

"Lymon...he's me...my younger brother, Jeremy..." Luo swallowed, and said to the kid with a stiff expression, "Jeremy, these are also...my partners..."

"What?!" Jeremy, who looked like a little mouse, jumped up from the ground, terrified, "Brother, what kind of people have you met! The old man, the monk, and that woman who is more fierce than a tiger Well, why are these—”

He stole a glance at our menacing faces, and swallowed the rest of the sentence wisely.I swaggered forward a few steps, and smiled ferociously, "Hey, little mouse, for your brother's sake, you better show me some fucking respect."

The kid named Jeremy flinched, and while hiding behind Luo, he was still staring at us.I whistled loudly, startling the sparrows resting on the wooden fence, "Little mouse, is your mother still alive? Tell her, the elder is here!"

The author has something to say: Lemon: Hey, little mouse, for your brother's sake, you better show some fucking respect to your future brother-in-law.

Jeremy: What's the matter with me? !elder brother!Why did you follow a dwarf who is shorter than you?He doesn't seem to be as old as me!

Luo: ...

Lemon: I think you don't want the part below your knees, rat head.