Elvis said firmly.

"But somebody is afraid?"

"Who is afraid?"

"I'm afraid."

After Kinslom finished speaking, Elvis and Dimar on the side immediately showed a look of shock.

"Master, why are you afraid?"

Finally, Elvis mustered up the courage to ask.

"Are you afraid of death? To be honest."

Kinslom asked without answering.

"Afraid."

"Then why are you involved in this almost deadly assassination?"

"because--"

Elvis glanced at Dimar, who was lowered by his head, and said, "Because this may be our only chance to repay His Highness Sasso's kindness."

"I see."

Kinslom nodded.

Now he finally understood the reason.

"Kinsloan, let them go."

At this time, Franmingo, who had been silent, shook his head and said.

"You should know that there is no other way now, maybe you are still hesitating."

"What am I hesitating about?"

Kinslom said with a frown at Franmingo.

"loyalty."

The simple answer, as if magical, shifted Kinslon's gaze, looked into the distant royal capital with dark eyes for a long time without saying anything.

The moment when the guess in his heart was verified, he was confused.

Confused in the so-called solid castle built by loyalty.

He dedicated his life to the king and to this kingdom.

But what did he get in the end?

He got cheated.

He was exploited.

He has always been just a puppet who manipulates fate in the hands of others.

The so-called loyalty is nothing more than ignorant belief.

Now, this "faith" begins to shake and collapse...

What he is doing now is nothing more than numb actions based on the predetermined trajectory of fate.

Because he didn't know what else he could do.

Give up?

No, he can't give up.

If he gives up, the meaning of his life will completely disappear.

"I agree with your assassination plan, and I will help you delay the enemies you cannot defeat on the city walls."

Kinslom glanced at the yellow rose sword-patterned flag flying beside him.

"The ending of life and death is up to you."

Elvis and Dimar didn't care too much about the last sentence of inexplicable words. They only knew that the other party agreed.

Leaving Kinslom and Franmingo, Dimar and Elvis quickly began to gather their men to prepare for detailed discussions.

But before that, Elvis came to Xia Lan.

"Mr. Elvis, what are your instructions?"

Faced with this middle-aged swordsman who was far superior to his own strength, Xia Lan still maintained a hypocritical respectful attitude.

"I guess you heard our plan clearly just now. What is your decision?"

Elvis calmly stared at the eyes of the young swordsman in front of him.

"You have to think clearly. This assassination is likely to be everyone killed because of it. You have reason to choose to give up."

"Sir, I will participate in this assassination."

Xia Lan's answer was quick, much faster than Elvis's reaction.

"Why?"

Elvis asked, he didn't believe that the young swordsman in front of him didn't know the consequences of the assassination. Was he really not afraid of death?

Or is he sincerely loyal to His Highness Sasso? It is impossible! He subconsciously eliminated this guess.

“Because I don’t have the right to choose, right?”

"You're smart."

Hearing his answer, Elvis, who was about to reach out to the long sword at his waist, also patted the other party's shoulder.

"I hope I can see the day you are alive."
Chapter completed!