Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

Inside the magnificent palace, a handsome silver-haired man sat on the central throne.

He lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips were cold, and his whole body was shrouded in a solemn and terrifying aura.

Suddenly, a soldier ran into the inner hall in a hurry.

"Your Majesty!" He was panting heavily, obviously having run all the way here.

Cain suddenly opened his eyes, his green eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

He frowned slightly, his tone was extremely cold, "Where are the others?"

The soldiers were so frightened by his aura that they trembled all over, their heads hanging to the ground. "Your Highness, those outsiders are very agile..."

"A bunch of trash." Cain stood up suddenly and pretended to draw the sword at his waist.

The soldier was shaking even more violently before his sword was unsheathed. His voice couldn't stop trembling. "Especially the young man from the East. He should be their leader. He is not only very skilled, but also extremely beautiful... He is a thousand times more beautiful than a woman."

Hearing this, Cain paused in drawing his sword, and was obviously interested. "Oh?"

"Interesting." He narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous gleam in them, making it difficult to understand his thoughts.

A man more beautiful than a woman?

Just when the soldier was about to rejoice that he had saved his life, Cain suddenly drew his sword and swung it.

The action was swift and the means were ruthless.

The soldier died with his eyes open, his head separated from his body.

"Death is the best relief for losers." He didn't even look at the corpse on the ground and sat back on the throne.

When others saw this scene, although they were dissatisfied, they had to succumb to his cold-blooded and ruthless tyranny.

"Issue a search warrant and track them all over the country. These people must be brought back alive, especially the beautiful leader."

Cain supported his chin with one hand, an excited and bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his lips.

*

The old man spoke forcefully about the past that had been washed away and buried by the years.

After hearing this, Ide stood up suddenly and clenched his hands into fists.

Obviously, his inner anger had reached its peak, and this resentment was about to burst out, unstoppable.

Quan Si, who was always calm and composed, couldn't help but frown.

The truth is, the current king, Cain Howard, has not behaved like a human being at all!

According to Liwen's description, it was Cain who killed Ide's parents and tribesmen, and Liwen narrowly escaped.

Ead's father witnessed Cain killing the previous king and successfully usurping the throne, so the latter decided to kill him all.

Liwen had no choice but to hide temporarily. Since then, he has been living a low-key life under an assumed name.

The news that Cain killed his father and seized power soon reached the ears of the people, and he was criticized and insulted by the world.

In response, he chose to establish his prestige by killing people.

Soon, the Lancaster family, one of the most prominent families, was brutally wiped out. That night, the land was bathed in blood and countless people could not sleep.

After this massacre, the people dared not mention Cain's usurpation of the throne again, and fear spread to their bones.

It tortured them imperceptibly, and plunged the entire Fives into endless panic.

Ede and Liven are the only two survivors of the Lancaster family. All the others were killed.

Cain thought he had done it perfectly, but he didn't expect that the old butler of the Lancaster family, Liwen, was still alive.

"I'm going to kill him!" A storm surged in Ide's usually calm sea-blue eyes.

When he was about to be completely swallowed up by hatred, Quan Si reached out and grabbed his arm.

He didn't say anything, but his phoenix eyes showed determination, which calmed people's restless hearts.

Realizing that he had just been blinded by anger, Ide's expression darkened.

"I will help you on your road to revenge." Quan Si let go of his hand and spoke calmly.

There were no extra words, just this one sentence was his best promise as a friend.

"I have something I want to deliver to you, Master Ide." Liwen opened the safe and took out an old box.

Gently opening it, there was a token shining with golden light with the word "Ling" printed on it.

"It's actually the national token...!" Ide's shock was beyond words.

In layman's terms, the national token is equivalent to the king's order. As long as the holder shows the token, all the soldiers will obey him.

After Cain was crowned king, he never gave up looking for the national token, and he captured Princess Rose in order to get the truth out of her.

Who would have thought that this token was in the hands of such a low-key old man.

"Master Ide, this national token was originally handed over to your father by the previous king. Later, your father handed it to me after many twists and turns, and asked me to find an opportunity to hand it over to you in person. As for how to use this token, it's all up to you."

After hearing this, Ide fell silent.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again, with a clear answer in his mind.

"Grandpa Liwen, I think there is someone who might be more suitable than me..."

*

As the night deepened, three figures quickly shuttled through the silent night.

These three people were none other than Chen Keke, Fu Chen and Quinn.

The evidence and photos have been completely collected, and they are going to send the news back to the country and bring more reinforcements.

Quan Si had already greeted the guards at the door in advance, and a group of people were waiting at the gate to meet the three of them.

Under the protection of the guards, the three of them successfully boarded the ship and headed towards Country C with excitement.

The dawn of hope has faintly broken through the dawn and is about to burst out.

The next morning.

There was a faint hint of paleness in the east, indicating the arrival of daylight.

Cain frowned in his sleep, and cold sweat even broke out on his forehead.

Tormented by nightmares, his breathing became rapid.

Cain woke up from his nightmare, still in shock, "Someone come!"

The maid outside the door pushed the door open tremblingly, "Your Highness."

Cain lowered his eyes to look at her, and seeing that she was trembling all over, he couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic arc at the corner of his lips.

"Am I that scary?"

Everyone avoided him.

It has been like this since childhood. His mother died early, his father didn't love him, and no one really cared about him.

"No, no..." The maid knelt on the ground with her head bowed low, "Your Majesty is so beautiful, I dare not look directly at you."

"Heh..." Cain sneered.

Extremely boring.

After taking a break, Cain felt a little uneasy.

I always feel depressed, as if something big is about to happen.

Little did he know that he had already become the target of public criticism in the palace.

Quan Si and others who were hiding in the dark had been observing the situation here quietly.

It is not difficult to see that his team has grown stronger and has more people than at the beginning.

This was because the guards at the door, who were members of the Knights Templar, took the initiative to join them.

The seeds of resistance had sprouted in their hearts and were now eager to blossom and bear fruit.