Assassin’s Chronicle

When Anfei and Ernest returned to the Sol family, they just entered the door and were directly invited to the living room by a worried old housekeeper. I don’t know what happened, the students of Niya and Sol. They all gathered in the living room, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily suppressed. Niya licked her face with her hand, her eyes were stunned and looked at the front, and there were still tears left in the corner of her eyes. Chris’s hands were very open on weekdays. The face whispered softly, and Brave whispered something around Chris, and should be persuading.

"What happened?" An Fei's heart was cold, out of the instinct of the assassin. When he encountered something, he always liked to think about the bad things, so that the atmosphere can be so suppressed... Sol? Could it be that Sol had an accident? !

"Master Fei Fei, have you not heard the death knell?"

"The death knell??" An Fei and Ernest looked at each other. Is it the bell that was uploaded from San Francesco? I heard it at the time, but neither of them took the bell seriously.

"Your Majesty... has returned to the embrace of the kingdom of heaven." The old manager sighed.

"Really..." And An Fei suddenly sighed, what squats, His Highness, and he has nothing to do with him. He will die if he dies, as long as Sol has nothing to do.

On the one hand, Niya sighed, her heart was very sad. Since the beginning of memory, Jurland seems to care for her like her own daughter, even if Niya has caused something of a disaster, Sol For the sake of face, I still deliberately reprimanded her, but if I don’t care about that, I don’t want to be in front of him!

The sound of Chris's sobbing is getting bigger and bigger, and the shoulders are constantly shaking. Anfei sees everyone's look very sad. If only he is plain and faint, it is not very good, and he has a lot of pain. Expressions, bowing down to start 'silent sorrow', compared to acting, the people here are far less than An Fei.

The news of the death of Jlandland spread throughout the holy city like a gust of wind. It is very bizarre to talk about the death of Jolland. The magic transmission array has changed. The Jolland who entered the transmission array disappeared. There was no trace of the shadows, and even one hair was left. The four guards responsible for guarding the transmission array were also affected. All of them were killed and not surviving.

In the past, only the king had the right to mobilize the defending forces of the Holy City. Now no one is presiding over the overall situation. If this situation is delayed for a few days, it will inevitably cause riots. Fortunately, Mioric has always had prestige in the military. I am also a The mighty gold knight quickly grasped the command of the defending forces and issued a martial law order to control the situation in the entire holy city.

Above the foothills of Mount San Francesco, there is a large platform built artificially. The platform has a spectacular dome, engraved with vivid reliefs, close to the railings, and a high temperature made of warm jade. Back seat, huge eagle carved in stone in front of the seat. This is Jolland's ‘creative’, and even the eagle soaring in the sky is still in front of him, symbolizing his ability and ambition.

In the past, Jlandland liked to sit in this chair and watch the scenery of the Holy City. At this moment, the person sitting on it replaced the great prince Vieste of the Maou Empire.

The magical array on the platform suddenly became brighter, and Vieste's close friend Brufield showed his figure from the magical array and walked slowly toward Vieste.

"His Royal Highness..."

"I said, no one should bother me!" West said in a hoarse voice.

Brufeld's eyes flashed a sardonic look, and immediately turned into sadness: "His Royal Highness, I know that you are very sad, but now is not a sad time! Do you know? You have a big disaster!!"

"Worry, good fortune, don't bother me any more, please!"

"You..." Brufide sighed and stood silently behind Vieste.

I don't know how long it took, and Wester slowly closed his eyes, his face showing a crying and laughing expression: "When I was very young, my father used to come here and give me here. I will talk about some fables that can bring me enlightenment. Let's watch the moon together, watch the stars, see the lights of this holy city, remember that the father said... One day, these are mine! Oh, I am too young. Do not understand anything, but also ask the father, the moon and the stars are mine? The father smiled and answered me, everything belongs to me."

Brufeld didn't talk, he knew that he should be a good listener at this time.

"I grew older, and I have two more brothers around me. I don't know when I started. I have deep stereotypes about Glendon and Rodhart. I am afraid... I am afraid that one day, my father. Those who promised to give me will be taken away by them!"

"I heard the death of the father, I suddenly understood, why do people want to do this, only to know how to cherish after losing!" West suddenly stood up, excited to use the magic wand to hit the ground: "Here What's good? Tell me, what's good here?! What can I bring to overlook the holy city and overlook the whole earth?"

"His Royal Highness, don't be too excited." Bruffield slowly advised.

"Excited? Hehe... Then what do you want me to do? If nothing happens, continue to be my prince?"

"His Highness, some words... I don't know if I should say it." Brufide hesitated: "His Majesty is indeed a rare Mingjun. His talents and wisdom are not comparable to those of the MaO Empire. It’s so powerful today, and the ability to squat is inseparable. But... Your Highness, can you know why your Majesty can do this today?”

"Speak on," West said faintly.

"Because there is fighting in your heart!" Bruffield said in a dignified tone: "And you, my Highness, you have lost your fighting spirit!"

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

"The accident happened so suddenly. Your Majesty did not leave any fate. You tell all the people now that you have chosen you as the heir, but... who would believe it? It is a Rhodes who holds a Principality. Hart will believe that you, or the Granden who holds the frontline military power, are willing to believe you? My Highness, there is a fire under your throne burning, but you are immersed in the death of your majesty, and soon, That flame will engulf you!"

Wester sat down slowly, pale, and apparently, Bruffeld’s words said his pain.

"His Royal Highness, you said, you have always had a deep prejudice against Glendon and Rodhart. So, do they have any prejudice against you? You should always know?"

Wester smiled bitterly. People are not wood. When a person faces a smile, he always returns with a smile. When a person feels the hostility of the other person, he will naturally greet each other with the same hostility. What is the attitude of the two younger brothers to him! But who can blame this? It was his own initiative to ruin the original brotherhood.

"His Highness, you make me very disappointed. From a friend's point of view, I finally advise you. Since you already know that people only know how to cherish after they have lost, why not cherish it now? Do you want to try the second time? Do you regret the taste?" Bruffield turned and walked to the magical transmission.

"Brufffield, what are you going to do?" Vieste asked.

"His Highness, I have finished talking about it. I have finished doing it. You don't want to think about my opinion at all. Does it make sense to stay here?" Brufeld smiled and walked to the magic again. Transfer array.

"Wait, Blufffield! You...what do you want me to do?"

Brufide’s face showed a smug smile. He knew that Vieste would never let him go. The stunned West could not have no friends!

"His Highness, would you like to hear my advice?" Bruffeld slowly turned over.

"Brufffield, you say, what should I do now?"

"The things you have to do are very simple. First of all, you have to make yourself full of fighting spirit! Think about it, my Highness, you have lost your father, do you still want to watch the power left by your Majesty to let others **** it? ?!"

"No!!" Wester answered very strongly.

"Next, you have to try to spread the news that you have inherited the throne, and get people's approval. Of course, your enemy will jump out and firmly oppose you. At this time, all you have to do is find the strongest one. Big enemy, beat him quickly!"

"The enemy..." Wester smiled bitterly. Brufeld's words were nonsense, and there was no specific way.

"His Royal Highness!" Bruffeld has been watching Vieste's look: "Who do you think will pose the greatest threat to you?"

"Who do you think?" Wester asked.

"Grandon! He now has more than 200,000 troops and he has the help of the great magician Sol. I think his threat to you is the biggest."

"What do you want me to fight against Glendon? The army? Now the defending forces of the Holy City are controlled by Mioric. Are you sure that he is on our side?"

"I'm not sure, it's up to you to fight for it." Bruffield shook his head. "But, Grandon is not as terrible as you think!"

"what do you mean?"

"The things underneath are too sudden for us. It is also sudden for Granden. He will not have any preparations, and His Royal Highness must not forget how much influence the great magician Sol has on the Mao Empire!" ”

"Because there is Sol, I am worried! If only Glendon is alone, he can't let more than 200,000 troops follow him!"

"His Royal Highness, if Sol will stand on our side?"

"This is impossible!" Wester squinted and shook his head. "Saul has always appreciated Granden, and Niya is the best with Granden since she was a child. When I last met Niya, I deliberately said A few words from Glendon, Niya even turned a little face with me."

"His Royal Highness, where is Niya? Where is Glendon and Sol?"

"You mean..." West stumbled.