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Chapter 114 Black Plague
"Hey, hey... have you heard, it is said that our queen Maria was infected with the black plague..."

Someone was hiding in a corner whispering in the back of the kitchen.

"What? You...you must not talk nonsense! Eunice! Queen Maria is the person we respect the most, you can't make such random curses!"

Another voice suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh, it's not my curse, it's true, you don't know, His Majesty the King has issued the strictest order, and now everyone is forbidden to approach the queen's palace..."

"But how could someone as honorable as Queen Maria be infected with such a terrible black plague..."

"Sigh... Just a while ago, Queen Maria personally went to the area engulfed by the Kuroshio and rescued countless refugees. I guess, Her Majesty Queen was at that time—"

The whispering between the two maids suddenly stopped at this moment.

Because they saw the little prince who was also hiding behind the oven.

"Ah! Your Highness Ron, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forget our conversation!"

The two maids immediately lay down in front of Ron, trembling.

"Sister Eunice, what is the black plague?" The little boy hugged his knees, his dark eyes were full of inquiry and curiosity.

"Uh... this... black... black plague is..." The shoulders of the maid named Eunice couldn't help shaking, sweating profusely.

"Prince Gustav, how long are you going to hide?"

At this moment, another old voice came to the ears of the little prince and the two maids: "You haven't finished your homework today!"

With a cold face, Minister Elmer walked out of the shadows on crutches.

The young prince suddenly became nervous. He drooped his head and let the old minister hold his little hand without saying a word.

At the same time, the old man glanced at the other two maids, and their faces suddenly turned pale, with despair in their eyes.

The minister sighed, and without looking back, he took the little prince's hand and left the kitchen, leaving only a voice that was neither salty nor dull echoing in the royal kitchen: "As maids, you should do your best. Keep your mouth shut on a daily basis.”

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"Mr. Elmer, I miss my mother. I haven't seen her for more than a month."

It was another starless and moonless night, the young prince tugged on the old man's sleeve, his big dark eyes were full of pleading.

"Ron, as the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Eternal Glory, I have already arranged your homework for you at dawn tomorrow, and you must rest now."

The old minister coldly rejected the prince's request. However, when he took the little boy's hand to the door of the bedroom, Elmer found that someone was already standing in front of the prince's bedroom, waiting quietly.

The other party is the king's messenger.

The courier held a bundle of sheepskin rolls wrapped in a golden silk scarf in one hand, and in the other... a sealed jar of corn soup.

"Minister Elmer, the king has new orders."

After handing over the two items to the opponent, the figure of the messenger gradually disappeared into the night.

But just after the minister opened the delicate parchment and glanced at it, Elmer's expression changed drastically.

"My king...why do you have to be like this..."

He stared blankly at the parchment in his hand, and the minister seemed to have aged countless years for a moment.

"Er... Mr. Elmer?"

After an unknown amount of time, the little boy's timid voice brought back the old man's chaotic thoughts.

"Ron...do you know? Queen Maria likes to drink corn soup..."

For some reason, Elmer's usually calm voice trembled slightly: "Let's go, Your Royal Highness, let's go see your mother."

At this moment, the little boy showed a happy smile.

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"Ron... come here, come here, let me see your face, my boy..."

The thin and pale woman smiled softly. She was sitting on a high sickbed. No matter how much Ron stood on tiptoe, he couldn't reach the woman's open hands.

The old man standing behind the prince was holding corn soup and remained silent.

"I can already smell the sweet smell, Minister Elmer, I haven't tasted the sweet soup for a long, long time..."

The old man still didn't speak, so the queen waved her hand, and the pot of sweet soup floated up out of thin air, and fell into her hand with invisible force.

"Don't blame yourself, minister."

She said softly: "The king's choice is correct. The witch who is infected with the black plague continues to linger, and it will only bring new disasters to the kingdom of eternal glory."

"You are not a witch." The old man's voice became hoarse: "You are our respected queen."

"No one escapes his fate, and prophecy never fails, Uncle Elmer."

Queen Maria looked at the little prince's face almost greedily: "I am destined to die in disaster, and our people will eventually be reborn at dawn."

The minister closed his eyes.

At the same time, the queen stretched out her hand, pulled the little boy up from the sick bed, and hugged him lovingly in her arms.

"Promise me, Ron, don't hate your father, and don't abandon innocent people, okay?"

The little boy nodded blankly, and then he saw his mother take off his pendant and put it in his hand seriously.

At this moment, a strange change took place in the pendant. It came alive in the hands of the prince, stretched its streamlined body, spread its dark black wings, and then...

The crow croaked.

"She's called 'Xiao Mo', and she's been with me for many, many years. From today on, let her watch you grow up instead of me."

At this moment, the woman held the little boy's face, and the foreheads of the two were pressed together, so that Ron could clearly see Maria's breathtaking colorful eyes.

Those were the eyes of a witch.

She said, "Ron, I will always love you."

That night, the queen drank the sweet corn soup that the king gave her.

From then on, the prince never saw his mother again.

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After a long time, the fourth prince realized that once infected with the black plague, the sick person would wither from the inside out little by little, just like a rotten black rose.

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Ron Gustav's pupils lost their spirit for a moment.

A diffuse breath gushed out of Angelo's throat.

The moment the giant dragon opened its mouth, the young man let out a muffled snort, feeling as if his cochlea had been hit hard with a heavy hammer.

Thick nosebleeds fell down his chin onto the smooth deck, and the world in front of him instantly became blurred.

"No...no..." He desperately opened his eyes wide, but saw Xiao Mo falling towards the ground.

(End of this chapter)