"Well, the plan is good, and the other parts are fine. I also think this idea is good. Maybe we can take the initiative."
Mr. Sweeto nodded slightly, with a slight look of admiration on his serious face.
"But why do you think so much? Wouldn't it be better to just use the royal carriage to send it into the city? No one will check our carriage. As for the time of action and contact person, I will arrange it, so you don't have to worry."
"...Is it so loose? Is it that simple?"
"After all, it's me who makes the arrangements, so of course it's easy!"
Mr. Sweeto straightened up and straightened his sleeves: "Okay, I will contact you when arrangements are made. You can continue practicing."
A night with a cool autumn breeze.
The current King of Casadoria, Aerenni, stared out the window at the deep darkness. The night was already deep.
The palace stands on the top of a hill. Looking out from the window here, the lights in the aristocratic district in the east are still bright, while the lights in the west have been extinguished one after another, and darkness has gradually enveloped most of the city.
He touched his gray hair and rubbed the deep wrinkles between his eyebrows. He kept recalling a strange sentence in his mind: "Someone will take you out of the city to the west tonight."
"Who will come to pick me up? What is their intention in picking me up out of the city at this time?"
If this news had not been delivered by his loyal old servant Svito, he might have laid a dragnet around his residence. Even so, he still hid a dagger in his arms.
However, this could not stop his random thoughts.
"Could the news be false? If they take me out and kill me, can they arrange for a regent, or simply declare that the noble assembly will temporarily handle state affairs, and then seize my kingdom?"
Having dealt with powerful opponents for many years, he had to think a lot.
"If assassins come, I won't let them catch me even if I die. It would be easy for me to die, but if I die, can the boss take back the throne?"
The disturbing thoughts were like a big net, tightly entangled in him, and he gradually felt unable to breathe. The darkness outside the window was as thick as real, as if he was slowly sinking into this dark ocean.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang, and a group of men in black wearing strange clothes, holding strange pipes in their hands, and carrying strange weapons at their waists filed in.
Eleni suddenly woke up from his thoughts. He saw the first man walking towards him holding a black shield. There was actually a gap on the shield? Two familiar ones were revealed behind the gap.
Eye?
As soon as the other men in black entered the house, they were gesturing around with the strange pipe. No matter how you looked at it, their behavior was extremely suspicious.
He took two steps back and put his hands into his arms: "Who are you!"
"I'm Leonardo!"
The man in black who had pressed in front of him held up a shield with one hand and lifted his hood with the other hand, revealing Leonardo's face.
Before Eleni could take a breath, he whispered: "Your Majesty, I'm offended!"
"What?"
Eleni only had time to be stunned for a moment.
Leonardo quickly stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of his neck. Eleni suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground softly.
He first followed the king's hand and took out the dagger from his arms, then searched his body, took out a prepared rag from his pocket, blocked the king's mouth, then tied him up and stuffed him with a morning meal.
Already ready in your pocket.
People around him were covered in cold sweat: "Is this really okay?"
"I emphasized before departure, don't talk. Find the seal!"
Everyone's scalp went numb!
Although Polu had emphasized the necessity of doing this before setting off, it was still too exciting. After all, except for the difference in subjective will, this was exactly the same as kidnapping.
While they stuffed the king who was lying on the ground, looking like a salted fish, into their pockets, they mentally recalled the key points that Polu emphasized.
"I'm not too worried about your actions. Even if you fail, you can still run out. But does His Majesty have the force value? No, then it shouldn't be possible for him to keep up with your progress on his own? He will shout out if he is frightened.
?”
"Then I suggest that it's safest for you to knock him unconscious and transport him out. You don't have to explain the whole story on the spot, and you don't have to worry about being seen through by others at a glance. You're not afraid of him... I'll put it bluntly, you're not afraid of him holding you back. It's a huge advantage.
"
They looked at each other and thought in their hearts: "Well, what Polu said makes sense and is necessary."
The movement of stuffing my hands became harder.
Seeing the team carrying the black bags and disappearing into the night, the palace guard commander hiding in the shadows breathed a sigh of relief:
Sending the king out of the palace quietly without being discovered is considered a success. Although I don't quite understand why the king was sent away in a sack - it is difficult to understand whether it is sent away or put in a sack. But Si, the initiator of the operation
Vito and Leonardo, who came to pick us up, are both trustworthy people.
He made a note in his notebook: On the night of the 12th, the king went out of the palace to hunt in the west.
It was already five days later when Leonardo and his team returned to Red Mountain. Although Mr. Sweeto had already told Polu that the operation was successful, looking at their expressions, it was clear that the operation went very smoothly, and Polu was still slightly agitated.
Be happy.
"Then we just have to get on with it!"
Sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight is the most enjoyable thing, but you need Wu Song to stand beside you to feel at ease.
The best thing is to wait for the two sides to fight to the death, and then spray them with a round of explosions.
Of course, this kind of thing cannot be publicized right now, but since it is determined to be done, it must be done right at the first time and done beautifully.
Polu also had some other concerns in his mind: to remove the roots, it was best not to leave any cats or dogs behind, or to stage a plot of a hero coming to seek revenge 18 years later. However, since it was treason, it seemed that the whole family was implicated in the clause.
In?
However, he felt that it was really difficult for him to accept the behavior of implicating his whole family, at least he couldn't watch them do it. Although it was legal, it didn't feel like it was done by a righteous man.
He even asked Leonardo: "If the crime of treason is completely established, can you kill the whole family of the traitor?"
The expression on Leonardo's face struggled for a while, then he was silent and said: "We must be able to do it. For the families of traitors, letting them go on their way without pain is our last mercy."
Bolu nodded silently: Okay, it seems that there is no such thing as bringing harm to the family. At least the process is acceptable - just kill, and ruthless law enforcement will do, as long as no additional torture is applied.
As the saying goes, only when you can't see can you calm down. How about being compassionate and blowing it up in one go? - Then the question is, how can we achieve this goal? Large-caliber grenades do not exist to clean the ground.
There is no Master, so things are a little difficult to handle.
"If it doesn't work, I'll make some big guys and let Leonardo carry them forward!"
Polu thought fiercely in his heart.
After thinking about it, this operation still doesn't work. Although the leader of the Knights is also charging into the battle, he still has the status of a group army commander. If he is really asked to do chores, I still feel guilty. There is no need to let our generals directly attack.
, the beginning is F2A charge...
Besides, it’s impossible for him to do everything himself, it’s very unsystematic.
If you step on the magic trap on the opposite side, you will have to peel off your skin even if you don't die.
So how do you defeat today’s half-courtyard and half-fortress built of stones and alchemical concrete?