Spellcasting Heavens

There is no doubt that the envoys from the kingdom did not expect that Kerwin was a person who never liked to play cards according to common sense, and they did not expect that he would dare to bear the notoriety of the Messenger of Killing.

As a result, when the fierce cavalry rushed over, the entire envoy did not make any defensive move at all, and was directly taken away in a wave.

In less than a few seconds, more than half of the unlucky ones were pierced by lances and nailed to the ground alive.

As for the rest, they were not much better. They were either knocked down by strong war horses and trampled to pulp alive, or their heads were cut off by sharp swords and scimitars.

Blood!

Broken corpses!

Scream!

Baron Calanster has proven his passion for killing with practical actions.

After executing the last injured person with his own hands, he opened the door of the carriage, dragged out the beautiful maid who was hiding on the seat and shivered, threw her to the ground and crushed her chest with his foot, then lifted her visor and looked at her face. Princess Vilia, who was already pale and bloodless, said: Your Highness, please come with me. I hope to see you soon.

You... why did you kill them? The princess raised her head and asked loudly, suppressing the fear in her heart.

It was easy to tell from the slightly trembling voice that the purgatory-like scene in front of her had broken her knowledge in more than ten years, and it was even the first time she felt how cruel the outside world was.

It turns out that human life can be treated so lightly. He was easily killed without even saying a word. The body was discarded next to the muddy road and allowed to be eaten by wild beasts.

Not as exciting as the story describes!

There is no legendary duel between knights who are polite and humble to each other!

Some are just killing!

The absolute crushing of the weak by the strong!

No matter how noble one is, everyone is equal in the face of cold weapons. Once the vital part is pierced, he will die in the blink of an eye. It is impossible to be seriously injured and still fight back.

Them? Baron Calanster glanced at the nearby corpses and replied with disdain: On the battlefield, garbage has no survival value.

I actually killed them for their own good, otherwise their spirits would collapse when faced with those monsters and steel puppets, and they would have to live in the shadows for the rest of their lives, unable to extricate themselves. It is better to die gloriously than to live in such a humble way.

But...but you even killed my maid! She was just a young girl! She was neither a warrior nor a messenger! the princess argued angrily.

You must know that personal maids are usually served by nieces of nobles with a certain identity and status, and may also be relatives.

The two will get to know each other when they are very young, and they will stay together throughout their lives. Their relationship is very close, so close that some ambiguities will occur that go beyond friendship.

Sorry! Your Majesty gave me an order to only take you back! So they are worthless! They will all die! With that said, Baron Kelanst kicked the corpse.

The maid's eyes were wide open. Before she died, she didn't want to believe that there was a man who could ignore her beauty and proud figure and directly choose to kill instead of doing something like violating her.

Feeling the violent aura emanating from the opponent's body, Princess Vilia closed her eyes in despair, unable to bear to look at the tragic scene, and let her pull her onto the backs of a group of war horses, following the cavalry towards the goal. Running wildly.

Baron Calanster, who has never known how to show mercy to women, completely ignored how terrible torture riding a horse is for a princess who calls herself a lady, especially when she is wearing a beautiful white dress that symbolizes purity.

As a result, when she returned to the city, Princess Vilia's skirt had almost turned into a beggar's uniform, and her legs felt like they were not her own. She couldn't help but tremble slightly even when walking.

Fortunately, the strict training from her etiquette teacher prevented her from losing her composure at such a critical moment, and she forced herself to walk into the study with a arrogant look.

Kerwin, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up quickly, held the other person's right hand, and kissed the back of the hand affectionately: Ah! Your Highness, you are finally here. Do you know? I have been waiting for this moment for five years, that parting. The picture is like a scroll, deeply engraved in my heart forever.

So you are taking this method to retaliate for my rejection back then? Princess Welia finally resisted the urge to pull her hand back, her beautiful face covered with frost.

Revenge? No! I think you misunderstood something! Why do you think His Majesty the King sent you to me? And also as a messenger? He wanted to use my fascination with you to delay time and spy. The purpose of intelligence. I am not so stupid that I will let his plan succeed. Therefore, killing the entire envoy and leaving you alone is the most ideal situation. Kerwin explained with a half-smile.

As a saying goes, male creatures are essentially similar to peacocks.

When hormones are secreted in large quantities, everyone likes to try their best to show their outstanding side in front of the opposite sex or same sex they like, hoping to gain the right to mate.

Obviously, Kerwin's idea at this moment is to get the princess with noble status and blood in front of him into bed. It is best to have another heir left, and then he will have enough excuses and reasons to put her into bed. The whole kingdom was swallowed in one gulp.

In order to achieve this goal, he didn't even hide the desire revealed in his pupils, his eyes seemed to be able to strip off the white dress.

Just when Princess Vilia was shaking with anger and wanted to slap her with her arms, a strong energy wave suddenly came from the room.

The next second...

A portal suddenly appeared out of thin air, following Aarons across a long distance and directly to the center of the room.

However, having been implanted with the power of chaos, he didn't care about the young and beautiful princess at all. Instead, he asked without thinking: I heard that you drank that bottle of potion? How was it? Did you have any discomfort?

Damn it! Why do you disappear every time and don't knock on the door? Kerwin complained through gritted teeth.

After all, he almost broke the princess's psychological defense just now, and then took advantage of the situation and used a little violence to capture her successfully.

But now it's better, the sudden young man has disrupted everything.

Knock on the door? No! No need! I represent the master. You should understand that no one, including me, needs privacy in front of him. Aarons subconsciously glanced at the princess who didn't know when to regain her senses. , there was no trace of politeness in his tone.

In fact, he already regarded Kerwin as an enemy who would betray him sooner or later. How could he have a good attitude? If he didn't secretly create obstacles, he would be considering the overall situation.