The Brave Master Is the Demon King

"Ah!! I said! I'm sorry! Forgive me, General Bron was locked up by me, in the dungeon, in the dungeon, forgive me, please let go, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

　　 The fat king uttered the screams of livestock. The Demon King grabbed his swollen hand, pressed it to the ground, stepped on his waist, and just twisted his hand slightly, and he said it all.

　　 "If you want to live longer, I hope you can learn to be smart, Lord King."

　　 The Demon King said coldly, and then threw away his hand. The latter screamed and fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

　　 The other party didn't take him seriously at all, he wasn't even as good as a subordinate.

　　 The king was afraid of crying on the ground, but in fact he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

　　 "Woo! Why don't you help me!"

　　 He cursed, and beat the floor like a child.

　　 The minister had already been trembling with fright by the black knight. They never expected that after the other party actually asked a question, he immediately took action and directly beat the king. He was merciless and didn't take him seriously.

　　 "Kingdom, your lord, are you all right."

　　 "Go away, you guys!"

　　 Kingsley climbed up from the ground and left the room full of debris without looking back. At this moment, he finally understood that those ministers were useless at all, and he was not as important as he thought. The so-called king was just a title, he was just a fat man with a crown on his head.

　　In the dungeon, this place is still under the control of the original imperial soldiers, and the demon king is not interested in prisoners, so he has not paid attention to this place and let it continue to maintain its original appearance.

　　 Now, he came to the dungeon, which was gloomy and cold, with torches burning against the wall, making the wall darker than the night.

"who?!"

"you are?"

　　 A few jailers stopped the Demon Lord. They didn't know the Demon Lord. Although they had been in the dungeon, they knew what happened above, but they had never seen Eberron and the Demon Lord.

　　 "Take me to see Bron."

　　 The demon king commanded. The two jailers were taken aback, with a bad feeling. They didn't know the man in front of them, nor had they heard the command from above. But the attitude and aura of the other party made them feel that this was a big man, so they didn't dare to act rashly.

　　 "Who are you?"

　　 Just when they asked this question, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and I saw Eberlen and a group of soldiers approaching.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "My lord, why are you back, don't tell me, hey! You idiots, just get out of here."

　　 Eberlen hurried up to drink.

"Yes!"

　　 The jailer's door quickly opened, and he didn't dare to lift his head. The king was under house arrest, and Eberlen’s theft of politics had spread throughout the entire city, but what they didn’t know was that there was such a character, and even Eberlen had to be respectful in front of him.

　　 "Who are you looking for, sir? You tell me, I will bring him to see you immediately, no matter whether you live or die, I can do it, you don't need to personally..."

　　 "There seems to be more people in the cell, Eberlen."

　　 Just when he was flattering, the Demon King suddenly said coldly, which made Eberlen feel a chill on his back.

　　 In the cells on both sides, a pair of eyes looked at them. At this moment, someone suddenly lay in front of the railing and wailed: "I am wronged! My lord, I have no corruption, I have no..."

　　 That was a person who had been whipped, his body was covered with scars.

　　 Eberlen glared at him, gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, thinking that he should kill him.

　　 That's right, the person who was locked up was the former tax collector of the royal city, but he was already a prisoner.

　　 "I'm reminding you once, I know your every move, don't do stupid things, you know?"

　　 "Yes, yes, sorry, sir..."

　　 Eberlen said sweaty. He lowered his head, his heart beating very fast.

　　The soldiers behind him are all from Eberron, and the Demon King is alone, still in this kind of prison.

　　 Maybe, maybe he can...

　　 The more dangerous he is, the faster his heartbeat will be. If he can get rid of the control of the other party, then he will be the king. The highest state of a businessman is to set rules, and the king is this kind of task.

　　 As a businessman, Eberlen couldn't have no such desire. During this time, he had felt the power of power, and he was intoxicated by it. The supreme power, this is enough to make a businessman gamble on his life, he wants to take a gamble.

　　 But, he still loosened his fist, and reason defeated his desire. This was the first time.

　　 "If you are looking for Bron, he is here."

　　 Eberlen nodded and bowed, he was very timid, he would never stand in front of risk by himself.

　　 In the cell on the third floor, it is even darker here, the ground is still moist, and the air is filled with a long-lasting smell.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 saw a sturdy old man appear in a cell, with his head down, sitting on the wall facing the railing.

　　 "Are you Bronn?"

　　 The Demon King asked, he can see the magic power on the opponent, and this old man, his magic level is very impressive, he must be a powerful warrior when he was young. It's just that he's weakened a lot now, and he can see it.

　　 The other party seemed to be awake. He raised his head slightly. He glanced at everyone's feet, and then closed it again, as if he was sleepy.

　　 "What can you do with me, a dying old man?"

　　 "I just don't think the warrior should die in a cold and damp cell. Can you still hold a sword?"

　　 "Huh~www.readwn.com~ It's okay to cut off your heads by the way."

　　 Suddenly dinged, a sharp sword was suddenly inserted in front of him, Bron's eyes widened, the mirror-like blade, this is a good sword!

　　 He raised his head and looked at the man half of his body melted into the darkness.

　　 "Are you looking down on me?"

　　 His face was sullen, the other party did not speak.

　　 This annoyed him.

Suddenly, he lifted his foot and kicked it on the hilt. The sword flew up and cut off the chain that was hanging on the wall. He released his right hand, and then twisted his right hand, and the chain that was wrapped around the right hand was tied there. On the sword, pull it out.

　　 I saw the sword light flickering in the cage. When Eberlen reacted, the sword had been fixed in front of the demon king's forehead. It was clamped by two fingers, motionless, and the degree of stability was comparable to that of a sword in a stone.

　　 "Nice skill, who are you?"

　　 Bron asked.

　　 The devil flicked his hand, and the sword in his hand flew out, only to see a burst of sparks, and the sword accurately cut off the handcuffs of the old man's left hand.

　　 "If you want to save your son, follow me."

After 　　 said, he left without looking back.

　　 Eberlen looked at it, the sword was still in the cell, and the old man’s hands were not handcuffed. He hadn’t seen what happened just now. If the other party wanted to kill him, I’m afraid he was already a corpse.

　　 "My lord! Wait for me!"

　　 He hurried to catch up.

　　 There was only one old man left in the cell, and he stared blankly at the sword on the side.

　　 "Booth?"

　　 he murmured.