Benio is dead.

Death is for granted, at least for Sreitel.

Different levels of strength and different ideological heights, just like a noble and a civilian, there is always an invisible barrier between the two.

"Let's go."

Without any unnecessary nonsense, Sretelmai moved his steps and stepped towards the position of the palace courtyard without looking back.

His long sword was already bloodthirsty, and under the calm surface, it became more and more restless and mad.

Because there is a man waiting for him, waiting for him to free himself from the shackles of his soul.

This time, he will not retreat again! He will not fail again!

Anyone who stops him will become a corpse!

Valdorf followed closely behind silently, his eyes falling on the back of the man in front of him, and there was no sign of anything unusual on his cold and respectful face. However, he knew himself and his heart was confused.

He knew what the Lord, who had been loyal to him for many years, would do, and the Lord never concealed this matter from him. Even in many cases, he would feel the sadness and anger that the Lord unintentionally exuded.

The torture of hatred made his heart full of holes, and the torment of hatred made his people twisted and numb.

Does anyone know that he once roared hysterically!

Does anyone know that he once roared heartbrokenly!

And only he knows these.

He never doubted that the Lord would fail, and perhaps in his heart, the Lord was an omnipotent and perfect being.

Now, he will untie the shackles that bound him with his own hands, and after that...who greets him and the Lord will be an eternal farewell.

Leaving the Lord, where is his future?

Get used to waiting and follow.

When he lost the meaning of living, Waldorf also lost the center of his life.

...

Suddenly, Valdorf woke up from confusion and immediately became vigilant.

Because, someone blocked their way.

An old man, an old man who makes people feel extremely dangerous.

"Who are you?"

Sretel stared at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a serious expression, with a sharp edge of his sword in his hand. This action shows his fear.

What kind of person is that makes a strong man in a field feel dangerous and cautious?

"My name is Ambowit."

The old man replied with a gentle smile, looking like an ordinary kind old man.

"The head of Wang Lizhongyāng College?"

Sretel thought for a moment, because the name is too familiar.

"That's right."

"So you're not dead?"

"Why do you all think I'm dead?"

"Yes, why do everyone think you are dead?" Sreitel sneered and said, "Because everyone didn't expect that the person who was hiding the deepest in this kingdom would be you!"

"You were surprised?"

"Isn't it a surprise for someone who can deceive my perception?" Sreitel asked back.

"That's just because your realm level is too low." The old man still smiled.

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Sretel's heart became more cautious and focused.

"Why do you want to block my way?"

"I didn't stop you from going. If you want to go, you can pass by me at any time."

Sretel was stunned, but his eyes were still filled with concerns and suspicion.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and Sreitel finally took steps, one step after another, until he completely bypassed the other party.

He looked at the old man who was still unmoved with doubts, but Sretel's heart did not relax at all, and he opened the distance and moved further and further.

"Forgot to remind you something, if your target is the king, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

"What are you talking about?"

Turning back instantly, Sreitel sternly.

"There is a little guy who thinks that he has killed the king one step ahead of you."

"He dares!"

Sretel didn't know the truth or falsehood of the other party's words. If what he said was true, then-

Thinking of this, he could no longer bear the manic and urgent heart, and his whole figure rippled and disappeared.

"Hate?"

Looking at the direction where Sreitel disappeared, Ambowet shook his head.

"But what is that little guy doing? Volance, Antonio, the next one should be Sasso...Does he want to draw the last talisman for this kingdom? But...what does the future of this kingdom have to do with me?"

...

The palace courtyard, where the old king Antonio was imprisoned.

At this time, a man suddenly came here openly.

"Mr. Roslin!"

The guards outside the door, who were strictly guarded, saw the figure who suddenly came here, immediately showed respectful greetings.

Luoslin just nodded slightly, and walked straight to the depths of the other courtyard without paying any attention. Everyone else was surprised to let it go.

It was not until he came to the palace where Antonio was imprisoned that a guard in charge of the guard blocked his way.

"Sir, what are you going to give?"

Luoslin rubbed a ring on his finger expressionlessly and said calmly: "A group of outsiders have quietly lurked in the palace. Are there any strange accidents here?"

"No." The guard said indifferently.

"How is the king's situation?"

“No change?”

"Is that?" Roslin suddenly frowned and said, "You are going to continue to guard, I need to meet the king."

The guards blocking the road were silent for a moment, but their eyes were left without a trace to observe the priest in front of them, as if they were a little surprised by his orders.

"Please, Lord Priest."

After a while, the guards blocked the road made way and said.

Luoslin glanced at the guard and snorted coldly, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to push the palace gate, entered, and closed it tightly.

In the dim and quiet palace, Antonio, who noticed the sound of the door, opened his eyes slightly on the bed, and supported his old body and looked at the blurry figure in front of him.

"Have he finally decided to kill me?"

The visitor did not speak, but slowly approached him.

"Are you talking about Wolance?"

The visitor whispered in his ear.

"Um?"

Antonio saw the person who was approaching and said, "You are not his! Who are you?"

"Who am I? Of course I am the one who came to kill you!"

Suddenly, Antonio's mouth and nose were covered with a big hand, and a cold sensation came from his neck instantly.

His eyes seemed to be filled with disbelief. After a few twitches, the old king Antonio turned his head and said no more.

Looking at the bed stained with blood, the hunched body, and under the faint light of the magic lamp, a smile that was hard to understand appeared in the corner of Luoslin's mouth.
Chapter completed!