On the same day that the Ironhoof Knights entered the Blackstone Valley...

It was still dawn, and most of the residents of Doludivis were still lingering on their beds, but two old ministers, Remi and Lingwini, had already rushed to the palace and walked to the meeting hall.

There were four armed guards in front of the door of the meeting hall. After they made way for the two ministers, they stood side by side in front of the door. It seemed that the meeting was secret and no other people were allowed to attend. The two were guessing.

To what extent the situation that needs to be discussed this time has reached, when I look at the two people already seated in the conference room, my heart skips a beat.

His Majesty and Galahad were already seated. Galahad closed his eyes and meditated, definitely thinking about martial arts.

"Good morning, Your Majesty." Remy took his seat and carefully observed His Majesty's expression. His Majesty's face was very ugly. No palace painter dared to paint him like he was at this moment, because it would be "insulting the king" as soon as he started writing.

of great sin.

"Good morning, Your Majesty! What happened?" Lingwini asked.

"At dawn today, my spies intercepted this letter. Take a look at it." His Majesty took out a letter from his shirt.

The letter is full of numbers and letters, and it is messy. If it had been written by a child who had just learned to read, it would probably be a hundred times easier to understand than this letter; but a discerning person would know at a glance that this is a coded letter, and corresponding decoding tools are needed to decipher the letter.

Content. Password letters are most suitable for illegal activities. Even if they are intercepted by others, there is no need to worry about the leakage of information.

But at this time, there was a complete text next to the letter, which seemed to have been deciphered by His Majesty.

"This..." Remy did not read the content of the letter first, but looked at His Majesty inquiringly: "Is it reliable?"

"I have been paying close attention to the movements of the nobles. Half a month ago, Sam Montgomery gathered a group of nobles in the name of a birthday party. Every noble present at the meeting that night has been included in the list by spies, and several spies have been placed in their homes.

An eyeliner. The decoding tools and deciphering methods were all obtained by the eyeliners. It is a book called "Twilight Scripture"." His Majesty said, his face even more ugly.

Remi and Lingwini looked at each other. Since ancient times, kings have placed spies around their subjects to ensure their loyalty. Even two highly respected veterans are inevitably under surveillance. It can be seen from this that the content and source of the letter

It is absolutely true. After thinking about this section, the two of them got together and started reading the letter.

"Dear Sam:"

"I have provided the list to the Assassin's Guild. Once the reward is received, the assassins will pounce on the designated targets and clear out all those who are in the way. Believe me, within three days, the assassins will take action. I'm afraid the price I offered is too high.

Yes, it is said that even a hero-level assassin will be dispatched. Speaking of which, I really have to thank the wealthy businessmen. In return, I will also kill them after the incident is completed."

"I believe that with your efforts, others have become partners, and the Iron Shoe Knights will not hinder our plan. Say hello to the others for me! I feel that His Majesty has set his sights on me, and it is inconvenient to do many things...

...You have to be careful, after all, spies are everywhere. However, everything will be different in three days."

"Wish you all the best!"

There is no signature at the end of the letter.

His Majesty shook his head: "Everything is consistent... They wooed wealthy businessmen to buy off the Assassin's Guild; they organized the 'Twilight Cult' to facilitate secret contacts; they bought the Iron Heel Knights, so their leader Jonny went there every day

A certain viscount ran away from home, but the 'heretics' who died in vain were ordinary residents, not wealthy businessmen or nobles! It's obvious that the aristocracy has become a cancer!"

Remi opened his mouth, and Lingwini immediately grabbed his hand and whispered: "Old man, I know you want to persuade His Majesty to think twice... But if we don't respond, we will be the ones assassinated within three days!"

Looking at the other person's thin face and pale hair, Remy found that he couldn't speak. He hesitated for a long time, and finally just sighed and said nothing else.

Seeing that both ministers had no objections, His Majesty turned to Glahid: "What do you think?"

"I only know how to fight, don't ask me about other things." The poisonous Glahid opened his eyes and spoke coldly. His frosty eyes were indeed lethal, whether to women or enemies.

"I want to hear your opinion." His Majesty insisted.

Glahid uttered a few words from his thin lips: "Those who oppose me will perish."

"That's enough. I have decided to purge the noble class. Lingwini, you immediately lead the army to surround the mansions of the nobles. Don't let any noble escape. The secret agents will cooperate with your actions; Remi, you

They are responsible for calming the people and claiming to the outside world that the Iron Hoof Knights are purging heretics. Since the Iron Hoof Knights are involved, let them bear the blame."

As a result, a bloody purge suddenly descended on Doludivis.

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In the mansion of Viscount Carl...

Just when Pers was speechless, a messenger came quickly and said a few words in Pers's ear. Pers seemed a little surprised and glanced at Jonny quietly again.

Jonny was so excited that he sweated. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his body, and then he discovered that there was a greater flow of blood from the sacred marks on his hands. Yes, this messenger is an undead creature, and he should be killed.

A heretic who is thinly castrated, he is having an ulterior conversation with Perls, and may even help Perls escape... Ah, I really want to kill someone, but when I resist the impulse, my nerves are tortured.

Great! Jonny's breathing began to become disordered.

"Sorry, I want to leave for a while." Pers said to Jonny.

After hearing these words, Jonny was so happy that he almost moaned. He suppressed the impulse and asked in a trembling voice: "Why do you want to leave?"

"I was oppressed by your momentum and had to run away." Pers was already not surprised by Jonny's strange behavior and said with a smile. He turned around and left the room with the messenger.

When Pers closed the door, Jonny raised his head and let out a long sigh, shaking like a horse. His eyes were blurred, and his hands unconsciously rattled and made grasping movements; the blood was covered with muscles.

Squeezing, the holy mark dripped onto the cloth, dyeing lovely blood flowers. He could hardly bear it any longer. He was eager to kill the heretic. That's right, wait until Perls comes back.

Just kill him, drain his blood first, and then let the jackals eat his body... Ah! I can't do it anymore, just thinking about it is reaching my limit!

Just as Jonny was intoxicated in his self-fantasy, the door was pushed open again, but it was his subordinates who came in: "Captain, Orquila's Guards surrounded this mansion, what should I do?!"

"What? Those mortals know that I am here, but they still dare to point weapons at us? Do you want to blaspheme?" Jonny's expression turned calm, and even his tone was gentle, but murderous intent could not be suppressed from him.

"Do you want to know your purpose of coming?"

"They want to arrest the nobles and servants in this room and order us to avoid it! Viscount Karl negotiated with them, but before he could finish speaking, he was tied up!"

"Have you seen Pers?"

The subordinate was a little confused: "No..."

Jonny's breathing began to follow a unique rhythm, once every two seconds, once every two seconds. He waved his hand, and the hammer staff jumped out of the space ring and entered his grasp. Blood beads fell from the staff one by one, adding to it.

An enchanting beauty.

After a while, the soldiers who entered the house to arrest others were thrown out. Every one of them had truly expired. The death state was unbearable to watch. Jonny, covered in blood, stepped out of the threshold and smiled.

.The tied-up Viscount Carl looked at Jonny with a complicated expression.

The officer leading the team was a senior combat professional, and he was a little timid when he saw this scene. He took a step forward and shouted: "Where do you think this is, how dare you-"

Jonny came to him in an instant, grabbed his throat with one hand, and lifted it up. The leader of the knights looked at the struggling mortal with a very compassionate look: "Tell me everything you know, I will

I won’t kill you.” After learning all the information, Jonny smashed the officer’s joints one by one, carefully controlling the force so as not to cause the officer to die in extreme pain. In the process, the rest of the soldiers were killed.

He was timid and did not dare to step forward.

"Use me as a scapegoat? You chose to change from a 'mortal' to a 'heretic'." Jonny murmured.

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Perls came out, closed the door, and walked into another room with the messenger. Seeing no one around, he asked: "Why are you here, Oskel?"

"I have finished all the things I have to do, so I came to visit you." The messenger fell softly to the ground, and the ghost of the handsome man floated out of his body. He folded his arms gracefully and said with a smile: "Here you come.

I have changed my clothes several times, and no one will follow me here... Although we can declare victory now, there is nothing wrong with being careful, are you right?"

Perls knew that the "clothes" Oskel was referring to were those discarded by humans.

[Perfect Camouflage] Years of spy experience have taught Oscol that he must know how to disguise himself. He can possess any kind of creature (different body types and types of creatures have different possession times. If the possession time is too long, he will be possessed.

The possessed creature dies. Super-level monsters can be exempted from this skill). After the possession is released, the creature will not have the memory of being possessed.

"Let's get down to business. Did it really succeed?"

Oskol smiled bitterly and said: "Please believe in my professional quality, okay? In the world of intelligence warfare, no one is better than me... Many forces in Orquila are already in power, and all it takes is a letter

A forged letter can get the show started. In fact, there is neither large sponsorship from wealthy businessmen nor a so-called assassination plan, but King Orquila doesn't have the heart to go into it or investigate, right? After all, he only has three years left in his life.

God, anyone would do something that seems rational."

"You are indeed very powerful, Oskel." Pers admired sincerely.

"Where, thanks to the support of the Twilight Sect followers and your organization, I can understand the information trends in the city. I have to say that religious organizations are indeed a good thing; when cooperating with the Twilight Sect, I really have omniscience and omnipotence.

Illusion. Okay, I won’t gossip with you anymore. Please get out as soon as possible and come to the coffin shop in the west of the city to meet me. Your other subordinates are also waiting for you there."

After saying that, Oskel slipped into the shadows and disappeared.

[Shadow Stealth] Although he is not an assassin, Oskel has more advanced covert action methods than the assassin [Stealth]. He can move unnoticed in places where direct sunlight cannot be seen, and his speed is reduced by 20%.

Pers closed his eyes. Soon, his skin began to become smooth and his hair turned black. In just a blink of an eye, he turned back into a young man with firm eyebrows. He quickly took off his robe and put on a messenger's shorts.

He took off his clothes, then cut open his abdomen with a dagger and stuffed the bronze scripture into his abdominal cavity. After completing all this, he hurried out and happened to pass by a trial knight who came in to report the news.

When he ran to the door, Perls saw a group of soldiers blocking the door, and a knight of judgment stood tall and refused to let the soldiers in. Viscount Carl was caught by the soldiers and cursed angrily, but when he saw Perls,

But suddenly he fell silent. Perls knew that the other party recognized him.

A soldier grabbed Perls' arm and yelled in a mocking tone: "Who is that?!"

The officer waved his spear lazily: "It's the messenger just now. I don't think he has anything to do with this family. Let him go. If someone who is irrelevant is captured, it will be difficult for the superiors to deal with. Don't worry about this Judgment Knight. I don't think he dares.

Whatever happens to us, rush in and search!"

"Yes!" the soldiers said quickly, and lined up to rush into the door. The Judgment Knight raised his shield symbolically, and was pushed aside. As expected, he did not dare to act rashly.

Perls ran away quickly, feeling a little uneasy. He always felt that Karl's eyes were always focused on his back, so he didn't dare to look back. Everyone came together for the sake of profit. He told himself this, and sighed.
Chapter completed!