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“It’s them…it’s them!”

"It's not about the twin princes, they're here to seek revenge on me!"

In King George's bedroom, a skinny hand suddenly stretched out from the newly drawn bed curtain and tightly grabbed the white-robed priest who was about to stand up after finishing the blessing of light.

He always looked like he was half dead, but who would have thought he still had so much strength? The priest was dragged and staggered, and fell into the tent, very close to King George's hideous face.

The priest could even smell the stench of decay emanating from his mouth and nose.

He didn't dare show it on his face, but just raised his head slightly and looked back with joy: "Thank you for the light, Your Majesty is awake, quickly bring the medicine."

King George suddenly loosened his grip. The priest's reminder finally brought him back to his senses. He looked outside and saw that the bedside was full of people, who had all heard his mumbling when he woke up.

King George seemed to be holding his breath again, and his face turned dark purple.

But his expression didn't look good for a long time, and everyone seemed unaware of his embarrassment.

When the waiter handed him the potion, he just held it in his hand. After his expression calmed down, he asked the people standing outside, "Has the letter for help to Archduke William been sent?"

The trusted ministers and several representatives of the Church of Light looked at each other in bewilderment. His Majesty had asked this just before receiving the military report, but he didn't expect that after waking up, he was still concerned about this.

"Except for the southern border, almost all other ravens in the city have flown to Ozler, Your Majesty." One of his ministers stared at the floor and answered stiffly.

"We haven't received a reply from Archduke William yet, but the situation is so chaotic right now, perhaps he has already set off..."

Such a seemingly plausible answer obviously only made His Majesty the King more dissatisfied. He allowed the waiter to stuff a pillow behind his back and didn't even want to nod.

What a bunch of trash - King George thought so, and couldn't help showing annoyance on his face.

"Please don't worry too much, Your Majesty. This is not good for your health." The ministers naturally felt the King's disdain and looked at the people from the Church of Light standing beside them for help.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Bishop Avery simply underestimated the enemy. This does not mean that the Knights of Light did not make any contribution in this battle.

You've seen the battle reports. The Mulete Nation has stretched its front line too far after advancing deep into the Gaia Empire. The Seventh Knights' surprise attack from the west has already cut off their retreat and supplies. Victory is only a matter of time."

It was someone in the church who stood up and spoke out.

It is unknown how long the war launched by the Kingdom of Mulet had been planned, but it was obviously not detailed enough. After several days of fierce attacks, it showed signs of decline. The assassination of Bishop Avery on the battlefield was more like a final counterattack. It was not difficult for smart people to see the dawn of victory.

But at this time, His Majesty was clamoring for his brother to come back. If Grand Duke William was allowed to lead the army on behalf of His Majesty the King, even if he won in the end, all the credit and fame would go to the Grand Duke. How could the Church of Light and the old aristocracy accept this?

In the past two years, His Majesty the King's health has improved, and he has not mentioned the matter of Archduke William's regent for a long time. The church is happy to see it. Now that the war has broken out, His Majesty has started to talk about his brother again.

Being wary yet dependent, I'm really too timid...

“——What do you know!!”

An angry shout rang out, and the harshness of the tone startled everyone who was thinking about something.

King George climbed out of bed, his robe hanging empty on his emaciated body, like a clothes hanger that could move on its own.

But "Clothes Hanger" was burning with rage at this moment. He hated the damn cowardice he had just exposed in front of everyone. These hyena-like guys had a desire for power in their eyes. As soon as he showed a little fatigue, they wanted to devour his flesh and blood.

Ridiculous! King George suddenly sneered sinisterly and clenched the medicine bottle in his hand.

——He is the one who devours flesh and blood.

Even though they didn't know what the King was laughing at, the people around the bed could taste the King's anger. Everyone in the room fell silent, but they didn't know how to leave.

Only the waiters were still busy. As they were leaving, the noise outside the door suddenly rushed in. This was the bedroom of His Majesty the King, but outside it was as noisy as a street market.

The anger that King George had just begun to suppress surged up again.

"What's the noise outside?!" He repeatedly felt the powerlessness and anger of his dignity being eroded today. Who dared to make a noise in the palace? Did they think he was dying too slowly?

The waiter who was at the back had just reached the door when he was caught off guard by the question. He glanced at the chaotic scene outside the corridor and replied tremblingly:

"Yes... yes, Your Majesty."

King George suddenly smiled with relief. That made sense.

"What's wrong with the queen?" King George asked calmly.

The waiter took a deep breath, his expression as if ready to die. "Her Majesty the Queen...seems to be packing her luggage to leave the city. She has taken the painting from your gallery."

King George was stunned.

The rest of the people in the bedroom breathed a sigh of relief - they would not have to bear the King's wrath today.

……

"Do you know what you're doing, Tserwini?"

The Emperor and Empress had their first quarrel of the year, and this time it was King George who took the initiative to come to them.

When he rushed to the queen's palace, she was still sitting among the flowers, watching the jugglers performing with a smile on her face.

Such laziness and idleness hurt King George's eyes. This superficial woman had been wrapped in organza lace and lace all her life, and even had five people taking care of her bald hair. Even though there was war outside, she was still indulging in pleasure.

King George's face grew darker and darker.

"The Mulet Kingdom hasn't attacked yet, and you're actually trying to escape. Where are you going? Are you going to find your good brother to protect you?"

"Shouldn't you apologize first?"

After being stunned for a moment, Tserwini quickly entered a defensive state. She stopped the head maid who wanted to help her explain with her eyes and showed contempt for the king.

"If you weren't so incompetent, I wouldn't have to travel so much. Who would want to leave the place where they grew up?"

She had simply been invited by a lover to spend a few days at his estate outside the city, but George had assumed she was trying to escape the war. Why would he think so? Who was really afraid?

But she would not deny George's guess, but instead acquiesced to it in order to irritate him.

This indeed made King George even angrier, and his chest began to rumble like a bellows again.

"You can't leave, you have a responsibility—"

"What's my responsibility? I haven't been able to go to class with you since I was eight years old." Tserwini retorted impatiently.

Not only that, she also has to learn a bunch of fancy and useless things. She doesn't have the same good luck as Catherine.

"But you, you and William have always had the same teacher, why..." She looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated, but the contempt in her eyes was revealed.

George cannot be a monarch in a prosperous era, let alone a king in a chaotic era.

Her Majesty the Queen always knew how to sting the King. The gloom in King George's eyes was so thick that it could not be dispelled. The waiters and artists around him all tactfully withdrew, and the flower hall was empty.

"You can ridicule me as much as you want, Tsering," King George said with a sudden, sinister sneer. "Just pretend it's none of your business."

"What do you mean?" Without the melodious music, Her Majesty the Queen became even more impatient.

"Why do you think Mulet invaded? It was because of your beautiful daughter. Those monsters killed the prince of Mulet!"

King George finally fought back and successfully saw the astonishment on Tserwini's face, which made him feel refreshed.

"Of course I have a way to stop the war quickly, and that is to send those monsters out--"

"How dare you!" Tserwini stood up suddenly and roared at him in a high-pitched and shrill voice.

"You can't take them out of the temple!"

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that others will know that you gave birth to something like that?"

The queen lost control, and the king felt relieved. He spoke in a soft voice, like the hissing of a venomous snake, "It is indeed very embarrassing."

Tserwini's fair face flushed as if she had been slapped, and her hands were shaking.

"Stay in Highgarden, William will be back soon." King George's tone was strangely gentle.

"We brothers and sisters will eventually be reunited."

He shocked Tserwini and in a very good mood ordered his servants to carry him to a remote palace. Unlike the other palaces with gorgeous furnishings, this palace was now filled with crucibles, test tubes, and deformed animals soaked in unknown solutions.

King George ignored him and asked the black-robed old man in the room who saluted him, "How long will it take for you to figure out the formula for Bishop Harris's potion?"

Bishop Harris's research had been destroyed in the fire in the temple. If he wanted to replicate the potion he took, he had to start all over again. Fortunately, he searched the entire city at the beginning of the year and finally found the excellent pharmacist.

"I've got some idea, Your Majesty." The old man did not take off his hood, and only his pale chin could be seen.

"It's just that the mystery of the divine blood requires a more powerful life essence to pry open... I also need more 'materials', preferably adult males."

"I'll arrange it." King George's tone was calm, as if the other party just needed some herbs.

"I have more to offer than Canyon. Don't disappoint me, Mr. Fergus."