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

"So this guy is the culprit, and we have been kept in the dark all this time?"

"You beast, you made us wrongly accuse the warrior commander for so long!"

"He is the Minister of General Affairs, second only to the emperor, and yet he committed treason!"

"There is no good person in the Kerko family. His son is also a beast. He never paid for the high-quality fish he ate from my house."

"My five-year-old daughter was beaten to death by those beasts from the Kerko family, and they threatened the lives of my entire family afterwards."

Amid the discussion among the crowd, an old man standing at the back lowered his head, turned and walked out of the field, and disappeared in an instant.

"I said that the nobles have filthy hearts, and the warrior-captain who was born a commoner must be innocent."

"Shut up! That's not what you said a few days ago. When you curse, you're louder than anyone else!"

"It's a pity that the Warrior Captain has grown up. What would we do without him? The kingdom would surely fall."

"There is still a chance. Didn't you hear what the count said? As long as we can get that magic blueprint, we can save the war situation in the north of the kingdom."

"Will this kid hand over the blueprints?"

"Of course he will. Isn't he the son of Captain Raymond? Now that the Captain is gone, he should take over his father's job to protect us."

"That's right. The Giles family has been eating a lot of our tax money. If the old ones are gone, the young ones will have to step up. Otherwise, why are we keeping them around? They might as well be fed to pigs."

"That's good, that's good. I don't care about any conspiracies or tricks. It doesn't matter to me who dies or who doesn't. As long as the war doesn't affect my business, that's all."

Inside the huge arena, the noisy discussions never stopped from the beginning.

After hearing some of the harsh remarks, Gastitis couldn't help but frown and gripped the sword even tighter.

Unable to bear it any longer, he called in soldiers, arrested some foul-mouthed citizens, and prepared to reward them handsomely.

His action frightened other people who wanted to show off their verbal skills, and no one dared to insult Raymond anymore.

Gastitis sighed heavily. If he had heard this in his territory, Gaide City, he would have arrested the speaker and hanged him without hesitation.

He would not allow any ungrateful beasts among his subjects.

You may not be grateful to those who have protected you invisibly, but you cannot insult them for no reason.

Twenty years ago, when the Kingdom of Phillis was on the verge of destruction, it was Raymond who stood up and repelled the invaders.

Ten years ago, at the request of the old king, Raymond came out again and served as the warrior captain. Since then, the Kingdom of Firris has entered a ten-year period of peace. Even if the northern countries occasionally invade, they only clamor at the border and dare not set foot into the territory of the Kingdom of Firris.

For a kingdom that had survived on the continent for more than 600 years and had been fighting wars for more than 600 years, ten years of peace was unprecedented.

The young king's eyes never left the light curtain. He kept in mind every word said by the Minister of General Affairs, whom he trusted deeply. The endless disappointment almost crushed him.

"Uncle Kerko, when the teacher became the warrior leader, he wanted you to be his deputy."

"But father considered your face and feared that your self-esteem would be hurt, so he gave you the more powerful position of Minister of General Affairs, hoping that you could join forces with the teacher. I never thought that you would do such a thing."

In the dungeon, Kerko had a dull look in his eyes and could not hear what the young king said at all. His mind was now full of one thing.

I lost, I lost to Raymond's adopted son, I lost miserably.

He never dreamed that he took every step carefully, but in the end he fell into the trap that Miss had set several months ago.

He had been shrewd and cunning all his life, but in the end he was fooled by a teenager.

What he could not have imagined was that a magic apprentice could actually take out a world-class prop. You know, there are only a limited number of magical weapons on this continent, and they can be counted on two hands.

"Your crimes of murdering meritorious officials and colluding with the church are enough for me to execute you hundreds of times," the king said angrily.

"However, as long as you can guarantee Miss's safety, you can obtain my forgiveness, and I can also reduce the punishment for your son's treason."

The king's tone softened a little. Although he wanted to execute Kerko and Baron immediately, he had to consider Miss's safety. He had already lost his father and teacher, and could not lose such a friend again.

Miss looked at Kerko, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, and was in a very happy mood. "Mr. Count, your work in the circus ends here. Your image is not suitable for comedy. Don't be a clown anymore. It would be a good idea for you to come to my house and be a housekeeper."

Count Kerko shook his head. "No, it's not over yet."

His life or death no longer matters, but Barron is still young and cannot stay in prison forever. He needs freedom.

After all, Miss is still in his hands, and so is the initiative.

With a distorted face, Kerko slowly approached and came in front of Miss. He slowly raised his right hand and quickly grabbed Miss's neck, making it impossible for the other party to breathe.

"Redraw the blueprint or I'll kill you now!"

As long as he can get the blueprints, joining the Church of the Goddess of Life will be his only chance of survival.

Kerko's sudden riot frightened Miss so much that he trembled all over, and also frightened the king and many spectators beside the light curtain.

"If you don't want to die, just draw the blueprint and give it to me. Do you hear me?"

Kirko became increasingly irritable, and the strength of his hands grew stronger.

Mis's face turned red and he opened his mouth desperately to breathe, but he was unable to do so.

"Stop it, Kerko!"

The king shouted loudly through the light curtain, trying to stop Kerko's crazy behavior.

"If Miss dies, neither you nor your son will survive. No matter where you run, the kingdom will kill you!"

Kirko could hear the king's roar, but he ignored it.

"If you want me to die, then you shouldn't live either." Kerko wished he could bite the boy in front of him to death with one bite.

He dropped the cane in his left hand and put both hands on Miss's neck.

Even though his mind told him not to kill because he had not yet got the blueprints, he could no longer control his hands and just wanted the boy who had humiliated him to die.

"Drawings, give me the drawings!" His face was also red, and his eyes were frighteningly red as if they were stained with blood. While he kept asking for the drawings, he gradually increased the strength of his hands.

From Miss's eyes, there was no fear of death, only provocation.

Finally, at the last moment, the boy couldn't bear it physically anymore. Before his eyes turned completely white, a feeling that was familiar to Kirko flashed across his eyes.

In the city of Norn, just as the king was shouting at the top of his lungs, the light curtain dimmed, and finally returned to the scroll on the stone platform and disappeared completely.

The desperate king fell to his knees and burst into tears.

Garsetis clenched his teeth. He didn't cry when he was nearly eaten by monsters in his territory as a child, but now he was crying. "Damn it, bastard!"

In the dungeon, Kerko looked at the boy who had lost his vital signs and gasped heavily.

He took two steps back and sat on the ground. The monocle on his face fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"It's what he deserves. He deserves to die just like Raymond. I won. This is my victory alone, hahahaha!"

Kirko laughed wildly like a madman.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the dungeon door being closed with a bang, followed by a round of applause and the voice of a young man praising.

"Mr. Count, it's really elegant. I am very satisfied with your performance."