On the day of the execution, all the relatives and subordinates captured with Lu Man were chopped alive. Only Lu Man continued to laugh on the altar, if that sound could still be called laughter.

Every once in a while, the officials supervising the execution would let him take a rest and let the magician rejuvenate him. But Luman, who used to be so majestic in the past, now has his will completely destroyed by the sheep's tongue, and he keeps begging the officials for help.

It was a pleasure. But the officials plugged their ears with things and seemed indifferent.

Because His Majesty the Emperor has said that he will make the rebellious Luman laugh for three days before he dies.

At the same time, because Lumann's laughter was so terrifying, all the representatives from various countries ran away shortly after the emperor left.

People say that Luman's laughter is like the wail of the devil, which becomes even more unbearable especially at night. The laughter keeps echoing in the quiet night sky, making everyone near the altar feel terrified.

Everyone can't sleep at night.

Fortunately, the palace had a brand new magic barrier, so the laughter could not be heard. However, the officials of all sizes found the Prime Minister the next day, hoping that the Prime Minister could come forward to persuade the emperor to end this man's life as soon as possible, so as not to disturb everyone's sleep.

Well, that kind of faint laughter sounds really uncomfortable!

The Prime Minister did not make any comment on this matter. In fact, he felt very relieved about Lu Man's death. Especially living in the palace, he always thought of his good friend...

"Be patient! It's only been two days." The Prime Minister said to the officials: "The emperor is rarely happy once. If he feels uncomfortable, the emperor will take it out on you."

The officials thought about it, wouldn't it be just three days? It would be over if they tolerated it.

In a secluded corner of the palace, the thick dungeon was violently opened, and the dazzling sunlight was projected from the huge door opening, instantly blinding the eyes of the only prisoner.

This man was fixed on an iron frame and could not avoid the light at all. He only turned his head slightly. The formerly gorgeous robes were covered with filth, the fine jewelry was long gone, and his pale cheeks were deeply sunken.

There is no aura in the pair of big eyes, and there is only a little numbness in the eyes. The only thing that can be seen is that this is a woman.

The guarding officer's voice sounded: "Take the traitor Lisa!"

The two soldiers turned the winch and pulled up the rebel princess with her body and iron frame, then removed the torture instruments and dragged her to the officer.

An elf came forward to carefully check the magic seal on her arm and confirmed Lisa's identity.

"She is right." The elf handed the order to the guarding officer, turned to Lisa and said, "Follow me."

Lisa lowered her head, did not answer the elf's words, and followed behind dragging her shaky body.

The group of people walked around the many pavilions in the palace and walked to the harem. Along the way, Lisa's tightly closed eyes gradually adapted to the sunlight, and she began to distinguish the scenery around her. The palace was no stranger to her, of course she knew

Where are you going?

If the execution was to be carried out, one should go out through the main entrance of the front palace or the side door of the harem, without passing through the royal courtyard of the harem. When she got here, someone would naturally want to see her, so who could this person be? People like Visu Keda seemed to

There is no need for this, and the rumored imperial concubines do not seem to have to demean themselves to meet a prisoner...

Cohen Keda must be Cohen Keda. Only he would appear as a winner at this time and use cruel methods to take pleasure in her.

Her dull eyes were full of wariness. Lisa looked herself up and down, was she a princess? She was worse than a beggar on the street!

Lisa's footsteps stopped by a fountain, and she spoke for the first time. Her voice was low but firm: "I want to freshen up."

As soon as she finished speaking, the soldier behind her pushed her on the back, and Lisa's weak body immediately fell to the ground.

"Don't make too many demands." The elf turned around gracefully: "Consider your current status."

"I want to freshen up." Lisa raised her head, a bright red blood stain hung on her forehead, and replied calmly: "I am a woman, and I want to freshen up."

The elf turned her head and said nothing. Lisa moved step by step to the fountain, carefully cleaning her appearance in front of the rippling water. She tore off the entire lace of her tattered robe, and then washed her long and scattered hair.

She had her hair tied up in a regular women's hairstyle and fixed with a piece of slightly clean lace.

When she took another step, Lisa seemed to be in much better spirits. Although she was a little out of breath, she still insisted on walking to her destination, a small and unique house in the harem.

"Report to Captain Rock, bring the prisoner Lisa to you." The elf stopped and reported to a tall orc officer.

The orc nodded and led Lisa into the room.

Through the two layers of carefully set window screens, the dazzling sunlight becomes very soft, and there is a gentle breeze blowing around. The summer heat is obediently restrained in this building.

Following the sky-blue carpet, Lisa walked to the middle of the room, and after stopping, she raised her head slightly. At the top of the carpet, there was a man standing with his back to her, with a silver-white cloak covering most of his body.

The long black hair is tied up and hangs down from the carefully embroidered stand-up collar to the cloak, with strong color contrast.

"Sir, she's here."

Cohen Keda raised his hand and waved lightly at his side, and the guards in the room immediately retreated. Then he turned around and enveloped Lisa with his majestic gaze.

The two people were ten steps apart.

In Lisa's opinion, the man in front of her was no longer comparable to the Cohen Keda in her memory. The child who was so simple and idiotic could no longer be compared with him.

His eyes now contained many things that he didn't understand. Although he didn't speak, a majestic aura spread from all parts of his body, almost making Lisa dare not look directly at him.

Lisa's face regained some color, and her expression was neither miserable nor unruly. Although the clothes she wore were very tattered, everyone could see that she had done her best to clean up. If it weren't for those few

The water droplets dripping down the hair and onto the carpet, others must think that this is a young woman from an ordinary family rather than a prisoner.

After a moment of silence, Lisa bent over and bowed to Cohen as a court lady.

Cohen looked at this familiar stranger quietly, looking at the face that had not changed much. He couldn't help but have thoughts in his heart, and his mind was in a trance. He seemed to be back to his youth again... Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, he was that young man back then.

I never thought that one day two people would meet in such a situation.

It was because of this woman that he entered the Holy Capital for the first time, and a series of things happened after that. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have been injured, let alone get to know Fichet... After so many years of turbulent experience, maybe he wouldn't have been able to...

It will happen. Speaking of which, it should be this person who changes his life.

When I think of Fichet, I can't help but think of the first time I met him. Two ignorant teenagers met on a grassland. At that time, he lifted up his face guard with one hand, revealing his delicate face, and pointed towards him with the other hand.

He stretched himself out, with a sincere smile on his face. There was a pure blue sky behind him, with a few white clouds floating lazily, but he was half dead.

"I know you, you are Cohen Kedar."

Instantly, that smiling face against the blue sky and white clouds appeared in my mind.

Cohen even felt that as soon as he walked out of the room, he would see Fichet leaning on the pillar, and he would give him a faint smile and say: "How was the meeting with that person?"

His smile will be a little narrow, and his eyes will be a little gloating and expectant. When mixed together, it will make people want to punch him.

When you walk out of this room, will such a thing really happen? On the one hand, he is deceiving himself, and on the other hand, he is trying his best to convince himself with the facts. Cohen's thoughts are not on Lisa at all...

"Good day." She said a greeting in a slightly hoarse voice, and Lisa clasped her hands in front of her, looking straight at the man who almost became her husband.

"There is something I want to tell you. Your father is being executed on the altar." Cohen kept a cold expression on his face: "This process is relatively long. It may take two days. Your husband will be there with you."

To be tortured.”

"I know." Lisa didn't show any sadness or panic: "So when will my execution be carried out?"

"You seem to be in a hurry to die." Cohen took a step forward, but looked out the window: "Your father begged me to let you go before he was executed. Didn't you feel anything at all?"

"What do you think is the right way for me to feel at this moment?" Lisa replied calmly: "In your mind, I am no longer a normal person, right? After all, I once caused you to be seriously injured and endangered.

Death, it would be a strange thing if you spared me. Since death is inevitable, why would I bother to express my feelings based on your words?"

Hearing Lisa mention this incident, Cohen didn't feel angry in his heart. He only thought of the series of events that happened after the injury and the meeting with Fichet... It seemed as if he was on that grassland again, and the dense sounds seemed to be ringing in his ears.

There was the sound of horse hooves, Fichet's cavalry were approaching from behind with shouts, and in the gentle breeze around them, there was the fresh fragrance of wild grass.

"Everything in the world is unpredictable. I haven't seen you for a few years, and your skills have become more profound." Cohen answered casually.

Lisa stared at the side of Cohen's face, and found that the sharpness in the man's eyes had disappeared, and the previous threatening aura had been replaced by a gentleness: "You're welcome, I didn't rack my brains to survive, and I didn't

Don't regret the past... If you give me another chance, I will still stab that dagger into your lower back."

"Okay." Cohen took off a dagger from his waist and threw it in front of Lisa: "I'll give you this chance."

The sheathed dagger bounced twice on the carpet, and finally came to rest at Lisa's feet. The inlaid gems reflected a few fragments of cold light, which shone on her shoes. Lisa's eyes stayed at her feet,

It hasn't moved for a long time.

"I thought you had become smarter, but it turns out you haven't made much progress." Cohen said sarcastic words, but his expression did not change at all: "As soon as you entered the door, you were deliberately struggling for your life, and you said that knife

, but also wanted me to remember the past, hoping to have half a chance of surviving..."

"It's up to you whether you let me live or not!" Lisa suddenly raised her head: "I have nothing to say to you! What do you mean by calling me here? If you want to humiliate me, please do so!

I hope you can get used to seeing this ruined body!"

"Really? I understand." Cohen put his hands behind his back, nodded slightly and said, "Your fate will be decided by the internal affairs officer, get out."

"I don't ask for anything. If you want me to die, please at least allow me to change my clothes." Lisa combed her hair, made another ladylike salute to Cohen, and then turned and walked towards the door.

Lisa stepped out of the room, the two doors slowly closed, and with a soft "click" sound, the door lock clicked.

Cohen kept staring at the dagger on the carpet, his face uncertain.

Thinking of himself back then, Cohen couldn't help but smile. He bent down to pick up the dagger and sat on a chair nearby.

At that time, he and the prince lying on the carriage together must have been fools in the eyes of others, right? With half-dead serious injuries, he still kept sketching out his dreams for the future. Fichet's ideal was to do

A good emperor, right?

Although when he talks about this, he acts a little helpless, and his innocent expression is often made fun of by himself. As for Fichet! He usually asks to travel around the world with him, and he always has so many reasons...

This time really flies by so fast, as if in the blink of an eye, everything has changed, everything has changed. Something happened to Fichet's family, but he! He has replaced Fichet as the leader of the country.

Jun.

Thinking of what happened next, Cohen's face gradually turned cold.

If, if there is another chance, I will do my best to save it all, no matter what the cost. If you don't have friends to share it with, so what if you become famous all over the world? What if you win the mainland?
To be continued...