Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

"Nonsense, nonsense." How could Kirko believe what Mis said.

Nolen City is three or four days’ journey from Mag Town by horseback. How could the people of Nolen City know what happened in this narrow dungeon?

"In this situation, if you try to fool me in this way, you will lose your life."

"Since the only remaining blueprint is gone, then you can just draw another one for me. I know you can do it."

After saying this, Kerko glared at his good-for-nothing son angrily, angry at his lack of fighting spirit.

Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. After all, his son is his own son. Even if he betrayed him, Kerko cannot really kill Barron. He can only transfer all his anger to Miss.

"Fooling you? I'm still young and I cherish my life. I won't joke with you about my future." Miss spoke with confidence.

Kirko and Mis looked at each other, chuckled twice, and beads of sweat slowly seeped out of their foreheads.

"Haha, impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Mr. Count, I am of lower rank and you are less knowledgeable. If we fight, we are evenly matched."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Count, there are magic items that can do what you can't do."

Kerko laughed out loud with a look of disdain on his face, "Props? How could such props exist? Even if there are, to be able to do this, they must be artifact-level or above. Above the artifact level is world-class. Raymond himself doesn't even have a artifact. How can you, a magic apprentice, have a world-class prop?"

Facing his ridicule, Miss remained calm and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Earl. I really have this kind of world-class prop."

He had already guessed that Kerko would not believe him, so he said calmly, "Whether it is true or not, I'd better let His Majesty tell the Count himself."

Hearing the other party say such irrelevant words, Kerko felt even more guilty. The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his face and wet his collar.

He staggered to the corner of the dungeon room and carefully searched through every pile of weeds that might contain props, but in the end found nothing.

He ran to Miss again and searched Miss's body with both hands, but still couldn't find the props, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"You little bastard, I almost got fooled by you. There are no props in this room. Your lie is exposed."

Miss said calmly: "Oh? Mr. Earl, are you sure you have searched carefully?"

Kerko snorted coldly, "Don't waste time, it's useless, no one will come to save you, I have searched all the places in this dungeon where props can be hidden, there is nothing like what you said, unless you are..."

Silence. The dungeon became quiet in an instant.

Kerko's sweat was pouring down his face as he quickly tore open Mith's tattered shirt, revealing his bruised and battered body.

A burst of light dissipated, and smooth black lines appeared on Miss's body, finally weaving into several magic circles.

Kerko was horrified and took two steps back, almost losing his balance. "You, you actually turned yourself into a prop!"

Seeing this cunning middle-aged man showing such a panic-stricken look, Miss let out a breath and blew the horn of counterattack.

"Mr. Baron Garceltis, please give the scroll to His Majesty and let His Majesty talk to him in person."

Hearing the boy's calm tone, Kerko felt a surge of fear in his heart, but he still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that the black-haired boy was lying to him.

If everything that happened in this dungeon was really known to His Majesty the King and the people, then Kerko would not care about his own plan or Miss's coveted blueprints.

The only thing he couldn't do was to convict his son Barron of treason, as that was a crime that could cost him his life.

This precious son is all that is left in my life.

Until a faint white light appeared on Miss's body and a familiar voice reached Kerko's ears.

"Count Kerko, I never thought you would do such a thing to the warrior captain who has made great contributions and worked so hard!"

The moment the young king's roar sounded in the dungeon, Kerko's heart died completely.

"You lied to me before that the teacher was going to take care of personal matters and would not be returning to Norn City in the short term. As a result, you deliberately united the church to kill the teacher for your own selfish desires, and you also want to ruin my teacher's reputation."

"You keep saying that you're doing this for the kingdom, but the kingdom, without a warrior leader, can't resist the invasion of the northern kingdoms. Not only did we lose territory, but many of my soldiers died in vain."

"They are also living people, they also have families, they are not props or pawns for you to use to satisfy your selfish desires!"

"Now you want to kill my good friend Miss. I think you are crazy!"

The Colosseum in the city of Noren was packed with people, up and down, inside and outside.

Tens of thousands of citizens gathered here, not to watch the beast fights, but to follow the king's orders and watch a big show.

On the stone platform in the center of the arena, a huge light curtain appeared. It was set up in advance by Gastitis using the scroll given to him by Miss.

What was displayed on the light screen at this moment was exactly what was happening in the dungeon of Mag Town.

This was the plan that Miss told Gastitis before leaving Nolen City a few months ago.

He himself lured Kerko to leave the city of Noren, and then Gastitis told the king the whole story. Finally, he let the king lead the people to witness the truth of the tax increase with their own eyes, to clear Raymond's name and restore his innocence.

Obviously, Miss's plan was progressing very smoothly. Without knowing it, Kerko not only confessed the truth to the kingdom in person, but also exposed the inside story of his cooperation with the church. No matter what Kerko's motives were, even if he really cared about the future of the kingdom, secretly joining forces with the church to murder the warrior captain was undoubtedly treason.

The young king stood on the stone platform in the center of the arena and talked to Kerko under the watchful eyes of everyone.

His expression was moved, tears of regret filled his eyes, and self-blame filled his mind.

If he had not been so obsessed with the puppet plan, how could he have been so easily deceived by Kerko? Even when the kingdom had changed, he was still immersed in the cave laboratory and unable to extricate himself.

If it weren't for Miss's plan and if Gastitis hadn't told me the truth, by the time I left the laboratory, the kingdom might have been in the hands of someone else.

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, hating himself. It was he who took the people's hard-earned money to engage in hopeless puppet research. It was he who caused the soldiers to die in vain on the border and caused his good friend to be persecuted and almost killed.

The most important thing is that not only did the teacher who was dedicated to serving the country die, but he almost had to bear the innocent infamy for a hundred or even a thousand years.

"Uncle Kerko, are you worthy of my father's trust?"