Chapter 3169 The final storm (one hundred and eleven)
Chapter 3169 The Final Storm (One Hundred and Eleven)
"Could you...not be Prince Cloval at all?" Elaine asked even more doubtfully: "No, there is no way that the Prince of France is not a human being."
"You guessed it." The little fox stuck out his tongue and said, "The prince's face was made up by illusion, and I am the prince's substitute. My original name is Bailey, and I am a child born of a slave."
Elaine showed an incredible expression.
"Where is the real prince? You must ask this." The little fox changed his face back to that of a prince, "Where is the real prince? Even I don't know. He probably hid like a coward and escaped."
Assassination."
"Oh my god..." the white lion boy exclaimed, everything was explained.
No wonder this "Prince Cloval" is so cute and sensible, without even a hint of temper or arrogance that a prince should have. No wonder this child is so close to Elaine. It is obvious that humans should view orcs with prejudice. No wonder Prince Cloval
Will appear in Montpellier, a dangerous place where he is extremely vulnerable to assassination.
It turns out that all this was just a show. And the little fox Bailey was the intended victim in this show, and he came here to die.
"They, they asked you to be the prince's substitute and die for him?" Elaine said anxiously: "If you were killed in public... So, everyone knows the fact that Prince Cloval is dead.
Then the King of Paris and the King of Soissons will stop and stop assassinating the little prince...Is that so?"
"Shh...! The sound is too loud!" Bailey continued to cover Elaine's mouth: "Do you want to die? If you know my true identity, no matter how many lives you give me, it won't be enough!"
"But...but...! I actually want you to die in place of the real prince...such a thing...!"
"I have accepted this matter. So this is my destiny." The little fox smiled bitterly and said: "What, it's not a big deal. My mother was a slave, and she died as soon as I was born, and then I
He was also born a slave.
Born as a slave, I should have lived the most miserable life. However, they took a fancy to my special abilities and saved me a lot of hardship. I have been serving the royal family. Except that I am not allowed to escape, I eat delicious food every day.
It’s a nice place to live, with a clean bed to sleep in and a shower every day. What else can I ask for?
When the Kingdom of Orleans was in danger and His Royal Highness the Prince's life was in danger, they thought of letting me take the place of Prince Cloval and act as a substitute for death. As long as I die, the matter will be over and the Prince will be safe.
What they lost was just a little slave. What's wrong with that?"
Elaine showed an expression of collapse and disbelief, and was stunned for a moment.
"So I said, don't try to save me, brother Elaine. You can't save someone who should have died." Bailey smiled bitterly: "I have lived a very, very happy life in the past six years, better than anyone in the world."
Any slave in love is happy. Even if I have to die right away, I will have no regrets."
No. This is not right. The white lion boy shook his head.
No one is born to die. Even a slave should have the right to survive. Let such a young child be the prince's scapegoat and die worthlessly. No one will know the real him. When he dies
In the future, there won't even be half a person who truly mourns him.
Even the meaning of being a human being has been deprived of. It dies like a piece of meat for death, is used like a prop, and then disappears. That is... how unbearable.
Elaine hugged Bailey tightly and began to cry softly.
"Okay, okay, big brother, don't cry." The little fox touched the white lion boy's head: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"No... nothing is going to be okay. You are just... waiting for relief." Elaine whispered: "It has always been."
There is not even salvation, just death and then liberation.
"Your Highness, are you okay?" The voice of the female knight Lancome came from outside the laundry room: "I seem to hear crying. Can I come in and see the situation?"
"No, just one more time will be enough." The little fox pretending to be Prince Cloval promised: "The eldest brother is here too. He wets the bed and is crying. I am comforting him."
"You, you are the one who wets the bed!" Elaine retorted with a red face.
"Oh, is it Mr. Elaine? Then you can chat slowly." The guard outside had no intention of coming in and relaxed his vigilance.
These Holy Lily Knights may not be worried about assassins assassinating the prince in the laundry room, because the prince's double was originally scheduled to be killed by the assassin. Maybe they want the double to be killed by the assassin as soon as possible, so that their hypocritical
The escort mission can be completed in advance.
"Stop crying, big brother." The little fox reached out and wiped the tears on Elaine's cheek: "I didn't even cry, so why are you crying? Don't let the tears become so cheap."
"But...but..."
"Try this?" Bailey changed back to his original shape, put his fox's mouth close to Elaine's cheek, and licked away Elaine's tears with his tongue.
"You, what are you doing...!" The white lion boy said in shock, his face red and his ears red.
"Don't try to save me, and don't be sad for me, big brother, you can't do anything." The little blue fox said, "But you can still do one thing, play with me."
Elaine was silent.
"I'm so bored. I'm so lonely. It's been a long time since I've had anyone play with me. Before that, I had always played the role of the prince, as his substitute." Bailey said: "So at least, before I die, everyone
Brother, please be my playmate and play with me for a while. If I have to die, I also want to die happily in the company of my friends, and don’t want to look sad. The only one who can truly be considered my friend here is you, my eldest brother.
ah."
The white lion boy then showed a more bitter expression, but at least he did not continue to cry.
"Tick the tick? Have you made an appointment?" The kid stretched out his little finger and said, "I know this is my last willfulness, but my eldest brother is a good person and will tolerate my willfulness, right?"
"...Hmm." Elaine also stretched out her finger to tick Bailey, but she had mixed feelings in her heart.
No. No way.
Originally, he planned to give up on rescuing Prince Cloval because it involved too many political elements. But now, when he discovered that this prince was not a real prince at all, but an innocent fox boy, he was the real prince.
As the prince's scapegoat, Elaine's heart rekindled the idea of saving people.
There is already too much pain and injustice in this world. Why should a child use his life to bear such unreasonable injustice? Why should a cute and sensible child like Bailey be allowed to die in the place of others.
To hell with the conspiracies and internal strife among the French royal family. Those bastards who fight against each other and kill brothers have no right to control the life and death of others, let alone allow Pele to die.
However, what should we do to save a young boy who is drifting away from this irreversible historical tide?
"I, let me ask you a question." Elaine regained his composure and wanted to help Bailey, so he began to collect intelligence: "How did you do it and become like this?"
"You mean, illusion?"
"No, doesn't it mean that orcs can't use magic?"
"Oh, yes." The little fox changed himself back to a human appearance, "But illusion is not magic, so it can be used naturally."
Elaine looked confused.
"As for us foxmen, although we don't have a strong body like other orcs, and we can't use the [Crazy Transformation Technique] to strengthen our bodies, we can actually use the [Crazy Transformation Technique]. It's just that [
The Mad Transformation Technique affects not the muscles of the body, but the brain." Bailey knocked his head with his hand and explained: "Using the Mad Transformation Technique to inject magic into the brain can activate brain cells and
Cranial nerves, enhance [brain power]."
"Will it become smarter?"
"No, this... seems to have no scientific basis..." The little fox scratched his head: "Enhancing brain power and increasing IQ don't seem to be the same thing. For me, it should make myself more refreshed and less likely to get tired.
, improving learning ability... and so on. But if you are originally an idiot, you will still be an idiot no matter how you enhance your brain power, probably."
He was looking at Elaine, as if he was trying to imply that Elaine was a fool.
"Then, with my enhanced brainpower, I can use illusions. It's very simple to deceive others by transforming into a prince like this." The kid was boasting, but the thing he was boasting about was causing him to be killed.
The culprit.
"My illusion is very powerful. Even if I fall asleep or die, it will continue to activate for several days."
"C-is it possible!?"
"It is said that the human brain can continue to function for a long time after death, especially the cranial nerves. The cranial nerves are still alive for several weeks after death. I don't know what will happen to me after I die, but I am sure that I am asleep
Or after fainting, the illusion is still activated." Bailey continued: "In the past, the King of Orleans also asked me to use illusion to transform into the appearance of the little Prince Cloval and sleep with him. Then he hugged me tightly and said
Love me while banging his daddy——"
"Uh, wait, no, stop talking!" Elaine stopped her with a red face.
"Huh?" Bailey shrugged: "...In short, that's it. They plan to let me die in the hands of assassins, so that everyone can confirm that Prince Cloval is dead. Then, before the illusion is solved, they will kill me."
His body was reanimated and all traces of it were destroyed. No one knew that it was me, the substitute, who died."
(Why can this child say such terrible things so nonchalantly?)
"Really, is there no other way?" Elaine asked with a gloomy face: "You must die to solve this matter?"
"They must confirm the body. King Clothier of Soissons is a suspicious person, and you can't deceive him unless you do everything right."
Yes, Elaine has thought about this too. It should be a very thorough plan to let Bailey die in place of the real prince this time. The people of Orleans may even have thought about sending Bailey's body to King Soissons
, let Clotier perform an autopsy in person.
The people of France not only want the fact that "the prince died in front of everyone", but also the fact that "the prince's body was confirmed with their own eyes." In this way, Bailey must die, and there is no way to hide it by any means.
Faced with this kind of problem, Elaine has no way to come up with a solution. His IQ is not enough. It is estimated that even if he borrows Leo's IQ, there will be no way to solve it.
Could it be that Elaine really could only watch Bailey die? Just like that, helpless, watching the child die in front of his eyes?
The clothes and sheets were washed, and the washing machine stopped running and made a beeping sound.
"By the way, I also took a nap," Bailey said, "I heard that the boat will enter the South Canal in a while, and the scenery along the way is beautiful. Big brother, do you want to come and see the scenery? Hehe."
"Well, okay, okay." Elaine agreed absentmindedly and took the sheets back from the washing machine. He was still thinking about how to save Bailey, even though the child kept telling him not to try to save him.
.
"I will come find you after I go back and put this away." He said, "I will accompany you on your final journey, I promise."
"Thank you, big brother." Bailey grinned on the prince's face, looking carefree.