Heidi City, underground palace in Beicheng District.
The smell of blood mixed with the smell of organs and filth reverberated in the nasal cavity, and the dizzying feeling of vomiting surged back and forth in his lower abdomen. Even the frightening screams and moans could no longer be heard. He could only hear
The friction sound of a sharp blade being pulled away from a human body.
Darkness and narrowness can no longer give King Mansour any sense of security. He doesn't know why things that were originally normal have reached this point. Everyone is dead, but he can't die because his daughter is behind him.
To please the evil-looking man in front of him became the only way King Mansour could think of.
"Look what good things are here, a terrible old man wearing a ridiculous crown and looking like a dog, and a... little girl who looks stupid and likes to wet her pants? I don't seem to be bullying anyone? It's just that
Just kill a few people who stand in the way."
Glancing at the little princess who had wet her pants, Lester, who had thrown away his weapon, picked up the golden crown on King Mansour's head, rubbed King Mansour's plump bald head, and looked at King Mansour's difficult smile.
, Lester began to look at the thing in his hand.
The crown is inlaid with three dazzling gems. The colored stone sandwiched between garnet and green agate seems to be aquamarine, which is about the size of a thumb. Even the color is flawless light blue. Leicester even
In the light of the torch refracted by the gem, you can see the rippling blue sea and the clear sky.
With a sound of "Cut it!", under the dull gaze of King Mansour, Lester tore open the hollow gold bar, took off the aquamarine, and put it into his trouser pocket, and then took the broken gold bar.
The crown was placed back on King Mansur's head.
It is worth mentioning that as of now, Lester is still shirtless.
"The others are all rubbish. This one is not bad, so I accepted it. This... Your Majesty the King, why don't you give a final introduction to yourself before you go down to accompany your people and continue to be king? By the way, you didn't teach you.
Don’t you want your daughter to wet her pants casually? This is very rude and smelly to someone who is meeting her for the first time.”
For Lester, who had a "reasonable funeral", King Mansour stood up and tried his best to make his smile look like that of the most humble inferior.
"Lord Leicester, you should sit here."
When Lester, who was sitting on the main seat, looked a little calmer, King Mansour took his daughter and knelt down on the ground at the same time, and continued cautiously.
"I am rude to my daughter. Please allow me to introduce you. My name is Grantham Mansour. She is my only daughter and Heidi's princess Stella Mansour. Please
Forgive the little girl for being rude, she has never seen a strong person like you, so she was succumbed to your majesty and acted rudely."
"It's a good attitude to admit your mistake. It seems that you really love your daughter."
The man on the high seat crossed his legs in boredom, looking absent-minded and not sure what he was thinking.
Unsure of Lester's temperament, King Mansour gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth.
"Yes, Lord Leicester, I am over fifty years old, and I only have this precious daughter. I can give everything for her, so... I have a humble request..."
"Hey, do you want me to let this little girl go? Personally, I have no interest in bullying little girls."
King Mansour kowtowed his head to the ground, while Stella on the side watched blankly as her once proud father bent down for him, putting down all dignity. The princess's eyes soon filled with tears, and she could not stand upright.
Ken's bent back also softened a lot, and he also knocked his head on the ground.
"Yes, Master Lester, I am willing to exchange my life for Stella's life. You have captured all the land in the North Sea, Heidi has become history, and Stella is no longer a princess... If you can
If so, please let Stella go and let her do whatever she wants, just save her life."
"Grantham, let me ask you, if you are willing to die for this city and those who want to protect you, is it a bit unreasonable that you two don't die?"
King Mansour was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Lester smiled, with a hint of cruelty on his face.
"Look, you can't find a reason to live. In that case..."
"Lord Leicester! I have never forced them! They voluntarily died for Heidi, and they were not fighting for Stella and me! They were fighting for power! For status! For the status of aristocrats
!”
"Oh? You mean, they are fighting for themselves, not to protect you?"
"That's right! Stella and I have never owed Heidi's nobles. I gave them glory and wealth, and they naturally dedicated themselves to Heidi. We don't owe each other."
After pondering for a moment, Lester suddenly looked at Stella on the other side, who was leaning silently on the ground.
"Little Princess Stella who likes to wet her pants, do you think so too? Don't be afraid, I just want to hear the truth."
As if being stared at by the god of death, Stella's body began to tremble. The little princess forced down the fear in her heart and followed her father's words.
"Yes, Master Leicester, I...I think...I think what dad said is right, but...just..."
For some reason, Stella suddenly thought of Vernis, who had always taken care of her.
Just before the man came in, Vernis rushed out with the last guards and soldiers, and then...
He never came back and must have died.
What are they fighting for?
Is it simply for status and wealth, or for yourself and your father?
Compared to the former, Stella prefers the latter.
King Mansour looked at his daughter anxiously, and was about to remind him something, but was interrupted by Lester's cold eyes.
"Just what? Look at me, my little princess, I want to hear the truth."
Lester narrowed his eyes, Stella was trembling even more violently, and did not notice his father's hint.
"It's just... they are only willing to take up arms for the wealth and status their father gave them. The loyalty they say is only for their family and themselves..."
As soon as Stella's words were spoken, King Mansour lowered his head, his face turned ashen.
The life he fought for for his daughter,
Gone.
"Hahaha, did you hear that? Your loyalty is not worth mentioning at all."
Lester laughed and left the secret room, walked in carrying the woman who was tied to death with a rope, and threw it on the ground as if it was trash, making Vernis's eyes appear in the starry sky.
However, compared with the grief in my heart, the physical pain is somewhat insignificant.
After cutting the rope around the female guard, Lester returned to the high seat, his face full of sarcasm.
"Why are you still...no...sister Vernis...no..."
Facing Stella's collapsed gaze, Vernis got up from the ground, took off the cloth that blocked her mouth, and looked sad.
"Stela, it turns out that in your eyes, I have always been this kind of person..."
"Sister Vernis...I...I..."
However, Vernis no longer looked at Stella, and glanced blankly at King Mansoor, who was leaning on the ground motionless. The woman turned around and came to Lester and fell down on the ground.
"Impressed?"
"I'm convinced. From today on, you are my only master."
