Invade the white dove

The king's dinner was full of laughter as usual, the clown tried his best to show off his housekeeping skills, making the ladies laugh; while the noble men sat around and listened to the bards praising Kyle and Julius Heroes along the way.

It wasn't until the roasted suckling sheep on the dining table was disassembled that only the bones remained, and the wine jug could no longer sway a drop of wine, and everyone was crookedly licking the honey juice on the dessert plate, Kyle clapped his hands and led the crowd Go to the ballroom.

A small band has already been prepared in the corner of the hall. Every servant boy and slave girl in tulle is holding a candlestick in their hands. The upper half of everyone's face is blocked by a black flame mask, only the delicate and small chin is exposed.

The faint scent of roses fills every hidden corner.The candlelight is dim, the dance music is frivolous, and the cold moon is also covered with a layer of charm in the seductive singing.

Kyle stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by candles from all directions, and the flickering candles dyed his face with a rare softness.

"Dancing, or having fun, all the rules are the same as usual. Now, the dance begins!"

The guests who walked into the hall each held a mask that could only cover half of their faces. After hearing His Majesty's order, the nobles cheered and raised their masks one after another, looking for their prey tonight in the dark .

It wasn't until everyone joined in the late-night carnival that Kyle turned around and looked at the Duke hiding in the darkness: "There is nothing more pleasing to the eye than to be honest with your desires, isn't it?"

Julius was silent.

"Let's go, it's time to hand over my secret to someone I trust." Kyle handed the wooden cup containing low-alcohol fruit wine to Hassan who was waiting aside, and pushed away Tatos who wanted to come to help him , reaching out to the darkness.

Julius raised his right arm and caught the king who was falling towards him. A chuckle with the smell of alcohol sprayed in his ear, and his moist lips seemed to rub against his ear.

However, before Julis could react, he was dragged by Kyle and slammed into the wall depicting the battle between angels and demons on the east side of the ballroom.

The moment Kyle's palm touched the solid wall, it sank like quicksand, and Julius felt that he was wrapped in an airtight fluid.In an instant, the red-faced murmur in the hall disappeared, replaced by a low, hoarse panting of pain like a dying beast.

With a soft sound of "cluster", Kyle ignited the flint, and the magical red light kept jumping in the secret room, quickly lighting up the entire space.

After his eyes finally adjusted to the faint light in front of him, Julis realized that he was actually standing in a stone room.

The secret room was less than three meters long and wide, and the airtight space was full of pungent stench, which made Julis' eyes tearful.

This is the smell of human excrement fermented after long-term accumulation, and Julius has smelled it from the imprisoned Odon people.

"Cover your mouth and nose, there is Tatos' magic on it, which can relieve discomfort." Kyle handed over a handkerchief.

Yulis took it and blocked his nose. The stench seemed to be completely blocked by the handkerchief, and he was able to breathe heavily.

He carefully observed the cage that was completely engulfed by darkness. The magic illuminated the ground under their feet. This was a marble countertop less than one meter long and wide. With a little movement, they would feel their feet flickering, as if they were floating in the air. .

There was a clanging sound suddenly, it was the movement of iron chains dragging on the hard stone bricks.

Julis followed the sound, and then saw a disheveled prisoner with his arms suspended high on a wheel-like torture device, his feet off the ground, and only his toes could barely touch the ground.The prison clothes were dirty and mottled, and the original color could no longer be seen.

There were piles of filth piled up on the ground less than one meter away between the two sides. You only need to look at it to imagine the stench.

Julis frowned slightly and looked at Kyle.

The young king brushed up the long hair that was scattered around his ears, and put his right hand on his left chest very elegantly. He took a half step back with his right leg and bent his body downward: "My dear father, good day."

Kyle's crisp voice resounded in the deep darkness, as if it had hit the wall, and then slowly turned back. In an instant, "My dear father" filled the entire space.

Julis stared blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him who was so thin that only a layer of flesh was hanging on his body.

— Sprue III.

Conquering the Seventeen Great Kingdoms to only eight remaining, establishing the first empire in the Black Marsh Continent in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and relying on the power of the Holy Court, the betrayer who finally expelled the envoy from the empire was also defeated by the former The ruler of the Eight Kingdoms scorned Sprue Mulder as "The Barbarian".

Ten years ago, Sprue Mulder was pronounced dead under the tusks of a wild boar, and was revered by Kyle as the "aggressor".

Still alive.

Hearing Kyle's voice, the motionless corpse trembled undetectably, and his chest heaved obviously. King Sprue raised his heavy head, and passed through the gap of the sticky long golden hair. , Julius saw a pair of dirty eyes rolling slowly.

"Kel Mulder." From the trembling throat, Prussian spit out a hoarse syllable, which was like the whisper of a wraith in this gloomy dungeon.However, as soon as he uttered a few words, he began to retch uncontrollably.

"He is disgusted by his own excrement." Kyle shrugged and mocked, "Utur, you see, my dear father, not only hates his wife and son, he even feels sick to himself. Well, in In a way, he treats everyone equally."

Kyle chuckled in a low voice, and stepped forward. The floating platform that originally supported Ulis and him automatically extended forward, so that he would not step on the ground.

The young king walked up to the old king, put his fair and delicate hand on the rudder-like disc next to the torture wheel, and gently moved it downward.

The sound of the iron chain churning, mixed with the gurgling sound of teeth-sick bones peeling off each other, sounded in the quiet prison.Amid the sound, Sprue III's hands and feet were stretched continuously by the chain like noodles.

Kyle was amazed at Sprue's struggle, as if admiring some kind of spectacle.

Until a stream of liquid flowed from under Sprue's prison jacket.

The old king was incontinent.

Kyle seemed to have discovered something novel, staring at Sprue III's legs: "Dear father, how could you behave like this in front of my knight? You are too rude."

The old king gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of bloody sputum: "Knight? Kyle Mulder, usurper, what qualifications do you have to be a knight?"

Kyle's fingertips flicked the "rudder" again, and the old king let out a painful roar from his chest, and even his drooping face was trembling.

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