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Chapter 50: Their Decisions

"His Majesty!"

The attendant outside the door came to report, "Captain Olga is back!"

"Oh?" Louis XIX perked up, "Please!"

As an on-site witness, Olga must know the inside story better than the outside spies.

Maybe the original Black Feather wasn't so scary?

Maybe it's the Knights of the Shining Sun who can't control the power of gods?

Louis XIX looked forward to it.

After Olga staggered in, Louis XIX hurriedly said: "Mr. Olga! Sit down quickly!"

He wanted to give him a hand to show his magnanimity.

But after looking at the mud and blood mixed on the other party's body, Louis XIX finally frowned slightly and gave him a weak hand before going over to help him personally.

Olga didn't care either, he was really frightened.

"not human!"

He trembled and tried to pick up the wine glass and take a sip of wine.

But my trembling hands couldn't hold the cup steady.

He even held the wine glass with his right hand and then grabbed his right wrist with his left hand to lift the glass.

But he couldn't lift it up, so the wine glass was knocked to the ground while he was shaking, and the wine inside spilled all over him.

But he doesn't care anymore.

"Your Majesty! He is not a human being!"

Olga murmured while shaking her head.

But this sentence is what goes back and forth.

"He is not human"

Louis XIX frowned.

He wanted to get angry, but it was inconvenient for so many people to watch.

Olga is a hero after all, so we must not treat him like this.

But his appearance

Forget it, just give him some words of comfort and then marginalize him.

Seeing that the atmosphere was going to be swayed by Olga, Louis XIX planned to make a joke.

He raised his glass and chuckled, "Mr. Olga, you don't want to say that Black Feather is a monster, right? But monsters are born in the abyss, and they have no consciousness."

"Hmm hey hey hey hey hey"

Olga suddenly laughed uncharacteristically.

Although he smiled, Louis XIX and other emerging nobles and factory owners became increasingly uneasy.

He laughed out loud when he shouldn't have laughed like this.

Especially Olga, who seemed to be scared out of her wits one moment, and laughed so hard the next

It's so abnormal.

If it is abnormal, it will appear strange.

Olga was still laughing.

But the expression on his face was very painful.

He strangled his neck with both hands, and even scratched his neck with his fingernails, drawing blood.

But his face was getting redder and redder.

His eyes began to become bloodshot.

The veins on his forehead were clearly visible.

His head suddenly began to grow in size, and two bloodshot scarlet eyes protruded from the sockets, just like the eyes of a goldfish.

However, he is still laughing.

"Hmm hey hey hey hey hey"

"Mr. Olga?"

Louis XIX asked carefully.

Olga didn't respond, still laughing painfully.

Many people around him wanted to surround him and help him, but no one dared to really get close.

This is all so weird.

Olga just laughed like this for ten minutes.

The strange thing was that the others were silent and just looked at him and laughed for ten minutes.

The next second, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Olga's whole body also swelled into a ball of flesh, with blood spurting out from under the huge head on top of the ball.

He lowered his head and said word by word:

"It's not a monster, it's a god."

As soon as he finished speaking, he exploded like Cell who self-destructed in "Dragon Ball"!

The amount of blood that exceeds that of an ordinary person is mixed with internal organ fragments and bone stubble scattered everywhere!

There was blood foam everywhere in the palace!

Dozens of people who got close were shot into pieces on the spot.

Thirty or forty people a little further away were also more or less injured, and many fell to the ground rolling and screaming.

Louis XIX, who had long been spared by his attendants, looked pale.

Although he was still frightened, Louis XIX reacted subconsciously.

While he ordered someone to take the injured person down for treatment, he said: "Let people spread the news and say that Louis XIX was injured in an assassination and will not see outsiders for the time being."

His actions have been carried out with great fanfare, and many people in the old aristocracy are secretly guarding against him.

This is the perfect opportunity to lower their vigilance.

Louis XIX planned not to go anywhere for the next three days, but to quietly watch the excitement outside.

Go ahead and hit him as hard as you can.

This will make it easier for him to pack it up.

As he thought about it, Louis XIX was a little lost in thought.

I don’t know what Ms. Nora is doing now.

After cleaning up everything in three days, he can marry Ms. Nora openly and openly, without having to keep her from showing up!

When the time comes, she will rule France with him!

I will make France great again!

At that time, Ms. Nora will definitely admire herself very much, right?

"Xila, are you leaving?"

In the queen's palace, Nora was lying on Xila's lap like a child, looking up at her.

"No, I won't leave until three or four days later."

Kesila gently stroked Nora's light golden hair, as if coaxing a child, "Don't worry, little Nora, I will wait until you leave before leaving."

Nora is bent on seeking death, and she will not stop her.

She is just a witness.

Witness every witch blooming and then withering.

Witches are like this, just like flowers.

Gorgeous, but short-lived.

"Um"

Nora hummed slightly and asked again: "Kesila, can I ask you something?"

"Tell me, I'll listen first." Kesila didn't say whether she would answer or not.

"Can you introduce your apprentice to me?" Nora asked carefully.

Kesila raised her eyebrows slightly, "Did you use your ability?"

"Um"

Nora is the "enchantress".

She can dominate others within limits.

No one else knows what the specific limits are.

But she must have used her ability to know the fact that "Original Black Feather" was Kesila's apprentice.

Xila didn't even think about hiding it.

Although she didn't say anything.

"You want to take advantage of him? That's not okay." Kesila murmured in a low voice, gently brushing Nola's throat with her fingers.

Although her voice was gentle, Nora still shuddered subconsciously, and goosebumps appeared on her neck where Kesila's fingers brushed her.

"No, I'm not using him." Nora bit her lower lip and said boldly, "In other words, to help each other, I want to ask him to do me a favor, and I will repay him."

"How do you want to repay that?"

Kesila was noncommittal, and continued to gently brush her fingers over Nola's perfect face, stroking her cherry lips, stroking the bridge of her nose, and combing her delicate golden eyebrows.

"I just hope that he can destroy everything about the French nobility and protect the common people after things get serious."

Nora bit her lower lip lightly, "My revenge should not involve more innocent people."

"Hehe, little Nora is really cute~" Kesila couldn't help but chuckle.

This queen is too self-righteous.

Maybe she did secretly play a role in the fire, but many innocent people have died.

More people will die later.

Moreover, the contradiction between the common people, the nobility and capital has reached an irreconcilable state.

This has nothing to do with her anymore.

"I can help your disciple improve his strength." Nora set out her conditions, "The Cursed Son and the Witch can become stronger if they devour each other.

"I only want him to kill me after the nobles and factory owners are dead, and finally after Louis XIX is guillotined.

"I don't want to be humiliated before I die, so it's just right for him to do it. He is a 'Black Feather', a symbol, and the arrogant and lewd Queen of France should also die in his hands.

"And if he kills me, he can also swallow my witch power."

Kesila was silent for a while and said calmly: "I will contact him to come and meet with you, and it will be up to him to decide what happens next. I am just a witness, nothing more."

"Of course." Nora smiled, then buried her stunning face into Kesila's arms, and murmured in a low voice, "Kesila, you are so gentle."

Kesila patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

She also hummed an inexplicable lullaby.

Everything is very cozy.


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