Heartbreaker

It wasn't the first time Nugent had sneaked into the king's chambers.In his opinion, King Saul was still young, and he was also known as the "Bad Prince".He had seen the melee that the king participated in with his own eyes, and felt similar to most people. He was shocked and displeased by the young king's wanton violation of the rules.It was hard for him to believe that such an eccentric and violent king would be a good ruler of the country, even though the crown told everyone that the red-haired Lemon Sol was a sure descendant of the royal family.

At this time, he walked into the bedroom again, and saw the figure sitting by the bed at a glance, and his eyes couldn't help but ignite with anger.Black cloak, thin back, this undead that he had warned and threatened, not only had no heart of fear, but fascinated the king, played the young monarch in his hands, even in the solemn and solemn library. All the sexual intercourse.

King Saul has become like this now, and he is absolutely inseparable from the undead.

"I reminded you to stay away from Vulture City and His Majesty the King." With hatred for the undead in front of him, Nugent stood in the bedroom and said through gritted teeth, "You still don't repent, you hateful undead."

The figure beside the bed was stunned for a moment, and the head under the hood twisted a slight arc.

The figure said, "Your Excellency, I have made it very clear. I have not done anything to harm my master or the Wanjiang Empire. You insist that I am an evil undead, can you give me an example?"

"Heh, you're keeping yourself safe now, but that doesn't mean there are no hidden dangers. If the root of the disaster is planted, it will be too late once it breaks out, and there is no room for maneuver." Nugent said bitterly, "I have personally witnessed the scene of undead massacring human beings. The scythe is your weapon. According to the strength of your own strength, the weapon can also change into various shapes. Human beings are vulnerable to a single blow in your eyes. Not to mention that you still have immortal bodies—”

The undead in black said, "Didn't you say that undead can be killed?"

Nugent snapped, "Sorry, I didn't get a chance to try it."

The undead sighed, "It seems that no matter what I say, you can't get rid of your prejudice against the undead. But His Majesty the King is my master, and I don't want to leave him. So I came up with a compromise plan. How about this? Woolen cloth……"

****

The undead followed Nugent into the interrogation cell.Along the way, the other party did not play tricks or tricks, just as before, taciturn and sincere, which made Nugent feel resentment and bewilderment in his heart.This undead might really be out of the ordinary.After all, as long as the other party wants to resist, he can kill himself in the blink of an eye and make up a hypocritical statement to the king.

But the undead did not do this. On the contrary, he was justifying, not violently suppressing.The aquiline-nosed Minister of Justice bowed his head in thought, doubting the authoritative records of ancient books for the first time.The undead are not afraid of him, nor are they guilty.With the consistent style of this evil alien race, this undead is calm and peaceful, which is really rare.

No matter from which point of view, Nugent could not find a reason for the other party to tolerate his repeated interrogation.Could it be that I am wrong?Is this undead not the embodiment of evil? ——This thought flashed through his mind, but was quickly dismissed by him.Who dares to speculate about the future, let alone such a powerful and daunting uncertain factor...

Nugent sighed inaudibly, exhaustion flooded his body, and the gap of confusion was slowly destroying his firm belief.The bond between the master and the undead is far stronger than that between the king and the ministers. Based on the king's obsession with the undead, as well as the king's prejudice and old grievances towards himself, as an unlovable minister of justice, he is so pressing and difficult. what are the benefits?

It's just that the bloody and tragic nightmare is always lingering in his mind, and the scythe of the bloodthirsty undead is like the miserable daylight that splits the sky.He allowed the undead to wander swaggeringly in Vulture City. He was sorry for the former Wanjiang Empire, and even more sorry for the innocent corpses hanging on the Great Wall.

The minister of justice was full of thoughts, and walked slowly into the interrogation cell.The undead stood in front of him with a hood and lowered eyebrows, which made him speechless for a moment. "This will be the last time," said a voice from the bottom of my heart.If you can't get rid of the confusion, then let the other person go, and let go of yourself.

Finally catching the thread in his confused thoughts, Nugent fastened the glue-coated shackles around the undead's wrists.It's really the last time.Thinking like this, he was about to implement the "method" that the undead said step by step, but suddenly heard a cold and mocking voice——

"Bold and reckless bastard, how dare you handcuff your king."

The sound rang in his ears like a muffled thunder. Nugent's hands trembled, and the hot wax he was holding suddenly rolled down.He raised his head in surprise, and suddenly met the king's icy eyes.The other party was wearing a bitter brown wig, his face was dressed up like that undead, his voice and behavior were imitated vividly, and he kept his eyes closed all the time, so he didn't find any flaws!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Nugent tensed up and couldn't help taking a few steps back.The young king stared at his panic-stricken appearance, sneered, and shouted, "Come on! Unshackle me, and lock up this cowardly bastard by the way! I will personally interrogate this thief in the future." What kind of ulterior motives are there!"

****

Feline was away for several days.

I wrapped my cloak tightly, exhaled a breath of cool white air, and glanced at the closed wooden door and the dusty iron lock.I slipped into her hut and wandered aimlessly around the same furnishings as three days ago.The old hen in the yard was pecking at the ground with her young hungry. I rubbed the millet and threw it on the ground, and they flapped their wings and clucked and screamed in ecstasy.

I sat by the door, facing the bright sun in the sky, after a little thought, I put down my hood and felt the warm sunlight comfortably.

Recently I feel a change in my body.Since Raymond put the ring on my finger, it seems that a magical and wonderful power has grown in me.We can see each other almost every day, but I find that I can't do without him anymore. The undead should be with his master, but the undead is a taboo in the old country, and it is undoubtedly my extravagant wish to be inseparable from Lemon.

I raised my hand and stared at the smooth and round gold ring in a daze, watching that it would draw a dazzling halo when it was turned slightly.I rubbed it, and felt the touch and temperature of Lemon's fingers from the hard golden ring.I put my hands on my cheeks, took a deep breath, and a faint warmth rose from the surface of the soft human skin.

"Lemon..." I whispered his name, feeling the subtle and soft temperature surging in my cold body, like a piece of soft and tender fruit with its hard shell peeled off.The body of the undead should not have any temperature—in theory, but the novels I have read tell me that the body of the undead can regain warmth, as long as love takes root in the heart.

This weak temperature should be a fictional storyline and my fantasy, but I prefer to believe that it is a fact, and I am more willing to believe that this is a precious miracle.I love Lemon, I love him, and I hope I can pass this love on to him.Tell him if you hold him in warm, caring arms, tell him if you hold him close to a hot, burning chest.If this cold body regains enthusiasm and vitality, does it mean that the world has cast a reflection of life on my lifeless body?

I was thinking wildly, watching the white clouds floating in the sky gradually cover the pale golden sun, and the dry and cold air overflowed from the cracks in the frozen ground again.Feilin was not there for three days in a row, and there was no note explaining her whereabouts in the house. She probably didn't expect that anyone would care about her who hadn't heard from her.

Thinking of the gloomy eyes she looked at me at the end of that night, and the forced smile at the corner of her mouth, I felt sad and sad.I got up and went out, standing in a daze beside a withered grass swaying in the wind, thinking whether to bother Barbara again, when I heard loud shouts from the other side of the street, and people stamping anxiously on the ground Voice!

The man shouted at the top of his voice, "Hurry up, the supplies truck from the Twilight Empire is coming again!"

The older people said out of breath, "Hasn't it been stopped for two months? I thought Elliott would withdraw our supplies as soon as our king sent troops!"

The noise was mixed with the sobbing of the women, "This is great, we can finally have something to eat again. The tax collector took our rations, but the kingslayer can fill us up..."

Without saying a word, I hid in the team and rushed towards the city gate with the howling and eager crowd.The soldiers of the Winter Ting Army have put on brand-new armors, with swords around their waists, and they seem to be shining from top to bottom.The people crowded at the gate of the city, shouting for the soldiers guarding the city to open the gate, the cries of children and the yelling of men came and went.

Just a few minutes later, the soldiers slowly opened the city gate.The lower city is like a scorched beehive, and the people are buzzing like wasps and running out of the city, huddled together in twos and threes, stretching their necks anxiously and expectantly, watching the continuous snow line not far away.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of horseshoes trampling on the broken ice surface came from far and near. The moment I saw the flag of the Twilight Empire, I saw that the people in the lower city were almost singing carols in unison.I heard their cries as if they saw God, and my heart was depressed, as if a ball of dirty cotton was choking my throat.To survive, they need more food. The long-term cold and snowy land in the north has put their old loyalty on the millstone. Now, if one stone is thrown into Vulture City, it will set off a huge wave.

"The people of Vulture City! No, it should be said, the people of the Wanjiang Empire!"

The lieutenant escorting the supplies walked off the carriage again with a smile on his head, wearing a mink fur cotton cap and an even more gorgeous and thick coat than last time.He was triumphant, helping a group of hungry victims, and enjoying their expectant eyes seemed to satisfy his vanity greatly.

"Looking at your skinny appearance, your king probably has no food to feed you poor people! Those delicious beef and fine wine are not enough for him to eat and drink alone, who cares about you! I feel sorry for you!"

Squirting people with blood!I widened my eyes and clenched my fists.The convoy lieutenant of the Twilight Empire was slandering Lemon with empty teeth.I know that Lymon is not a king of extravagance and extravagance. He keeps his meals simple and never gives a big feast unless necessary.It's just that the northern region is bitterly cold, and the grain output in the fields has been unable to increase, so it seems to be stretched.

but……

I glanced around at the impoverished people and saw their skinny and yellow cheeks, feeling helpless and sore in my heart.

"Emperor Elliott is very angry and very sad!" the lieutenant gesticulated, "He said, 'The old people of Vulture City are hostile to me. They didn't want to submit to me back then. I understand their passion for their homeland. Heartbroken, but I also feel pity for their tragic fate in the cold winter. So I sent a supply truck to distribute the supplies to them for free, hoping to give them some meager comfort—unexpectedly, their king seized the village of the empire .'"

Someone in the crowd screamed, "My lord, that is our king's decision, not ours! Please don't mind it!"

Some people agreed, and some stopped, with fear on their faces, "Hey, don't forget that we are still under the king's rule, let him know that we are unlucky!"

Standing high above all disputes, the lieutenant snorted, "Honestly speaking, I have always opposed giving you supercilious bastards a gift. But our emperor is so merciful that he doesn't Minding the rude behavior of King Wanjiang, he sent supplies again and gave you rich food to satisfy your hunger. He said, 'The people are innocent'. Only our great emperor can have such a broad vision and mind! "

No matter how extravagantly touted, Eliot is essentially a Mogul regicide.If he hadn't brutally killed the Sol royal family and forced the people of the old country out of the new country, then both the fertile land and the abundant food should belong to the Wanjiang Empire.

But now, this regicide is standing on a high grain pile, condescending to win over people's hearts.It is clear that the throne and reputation were obtained through the injustice of "war", but once it is won, "injustice" becomes "justice", and it becomes the natural historical torrent and the driving force for the great wheel of the times.

What a mean thing.If this is the case, is war necessarily "unjust"?Or is there only a difference between victory and defeat?

As I thought about it, the people around me flicked their spitting tongues, expressing their gratitude to Elliot over and over again.I stared coldly at the laughing lieutenant, feeling like a dog in human skin.Soldiers in the convoy still formed a solid line of defense to prevent the victims from looting the food carts without expressing their gratitude to the Kingslayer.

I think I see their hypocrisy clearly.

The lieutenant said proudly, "Okay, seeing your sincerity, I'm glad that Emperor Elliot's painstaking efforts did not feed the dog."

"According to the usual practice, you shout three times 'Long live the Twilight Empire, long live Emperor Eliot!' and we will send you the supplies for free!"

"Long live the Twilight Empire! Long live Emperor Eliot!"

"Long live the Twilight Empire! Long live Emperor Eliot!"

"Long live the Twilight Empire! Long live Emperor Eliot!"

With a whoosh, when the lieutenant turned around and everyone was about to break through the line of defense, I heard a sharp sound, like lightning piercing through the noise.Immediately, this silver-white lightning flashed across, broke through the ermine cap, and hit the lieutenant's head!

"..."

Blood gurgled from the back of the lieutenant's head, the quarrel stopped abruptly, and everyone stayed in place, watching the lieutenant who stood at the highest place slowly fall down like a ball of mud.

For a long time, I heard the surprised roar of the soldiers of the Twilight Empire, "Sir—!"

"Long your fucking sister!"

A few rude shouts exploded in my ears, and I turned around suddenly, and saw that there were actually Lymon's Godhunters ambushing in the crowd!They wore coarse short clothes and dressed up as poor people. Seeing that the situation was out of control, they pulled out their weapons one after another, roared and rushed forward, and slashed wildly at the soldiers of the Twilight Empire's convoy!

"Long live the goddamn emperor! You fucking yelled at me, 'Eliot the son of a bitch,' quack quack!"

In the confusion, I heard a more familiar voice. I followed the prestige, and as expected, I saw the lame Laige, the broken-armed Eminem, and the one-eyed Aiur among the Godhunters.Raig laughed and raised the double hammers, while Eminem swung the long-chain meteor hammer, smashing the heads of five or six soldiers in one stroke.Ai Er quickly sneaked into the carriage like a ghost, and after a while, with several mournful howls, the bodies of three higher-ranking officers were thrown under the tent of the carriage.

"Eliot the son of a bitch, cluck! If you want to dominate the Wanjiang Empire, get out of here as soon as possible!"

The woman's laugh, it's Barbara!She coiled her hair up and held a whip in her hand. From time to time, she threw a whip at the soldiers who got up from the ground, hindering their movements.

"Little Undead." The old man Qiqikov held a bow | crossbow in his hand, and he was the one who shot the lieutenant to death with a cold arrow.He said to me, "I need to do something, you can cover me."

I followed behind the old man and blocked all the attacks for him.I looked at the crippled brothers who were fighting hoarsely, and Barbara, and suddenly thought of the scene of them killing the Twilight Empire patrol army with Lemon on the Greystone Avenue a long time ago.It has been more than a year since now, and everyone has changed their identities and appearances.But now the past reappears, still fresh as ever.

In a short while, the soldiers of the Twilight Empire were swept away into corpses by the God Hunter Army. Their banners were chopped off and they were weakly floating on the blood-soaked snow.All the poor people stared wide-eyed, watching this scene in horror.The three brothers and Barbara left after the event was over, and the four of them walked back to Vulture City noisily.

Chichikov put a letter into his bosom, glanced at the other four people, and said to me, "The farce is over, go back, little undead."

I nodded, followed the old man back to the city, and couldn't help but glance behind me.The new leader of the God Hunting Army is giving orders to the poor and weak people to pick up supplies, anyway, don't want them for nothing.The people in the lower city squatted on the snow tremblingly. Everyone's back was full of fear and frustration, and there was no joy or enthusiasm.