empty crown

This thing, you can tell who they are at a glance. "

Henry raised his head and motioned for Ben to bring the things over. Ben hurriedly took the things in the guard's hands. It was an ordinary stone, but there were golden lights shining in the stone.

Henry stared at the stone, and suddenly laughed out loud: "It seems that our military and financial resources have nothing to worry about."

Ben tilted his head strangely.

"Hurry up and prepare the banquet, I have guests to invite today." After speaking, Henry motioned for Ben to come over and change his clothes.

When Henry walked to the front of the palace in person, he heard a familiar voice from a long distance say in a disdainful tone: "What kind of dilapidated place is this? It's not as big as my house. Do you have the nerve to call it the palace!?"

"Shut up, can't you show me some respect here!"

"What are you afraid of? I beat that brat a lot. Could it be that he can eat me now that he's a king?"

Henry hasn't shown this kind of smile from the heart for a long time, and he walked over quickly: "Of course I won't eat you, I'm grateful to you before it's too late... But, when did you hit me?"

Hearing Henry's voice, Tony quickly jumped up from the box he was sitting on. It seemed that he said what he said, but he still had a certain respect for Henry's current status in his heart.

Henry looked at Steve with a sunny smile on his face, Tony who still had messy black hair and a nasty mustache, Natasha who was more mature and beautiful than before, and the one who stood aside and looked at him with a smirk Clinton, Henry couldn't help the heat in his eyes.

"Why are you here..."

"Have you forgotten, we have agreed that as long as you need, we will listen to your orders anytime and anywhere!" Steve said, kneeling on one knee and doing a standard mercenary etiquette.

"Get up! Don't do this!" Henry hurriedly kicked Steve up from the ground: "We are friends, not kings and mercenaries, so please don't restrain yourself."

"I'm not bound by you! Now, I've come to keep my promise, 50.00%!" Tony patted the box he was sitting on with a sulky face, and Henry glanced at it. There were dozens of boxes at least, as part of the war The funding is simply more than enough.

"Thank you, Tony." Henry said sincerely, "You guys helped me a lot..."

Tony stared blankly at Henry, and suddenly yelled, "Are you still that Hal!? Do you have a younger brother who looks like you!? That's right! Hal has no beard! You must not be Hal!"

"Shut up you!" Steve stomped on Tony's foot.

"Why didn't Hulk come?" Henry looked at the team that was missing one person, and Henry was deeply impressed by that short man with absolute destructive power.

"Hulk's going crazy because there's no distinction between friend and foe, and he doesn't want others to see him like that...it's country versus country after all, and he's a little inconvenient..." Steve explained.

Henry nodded understandingly.

"I didn't expect you to be the king of the British Empire, but... you look quite manly with a beard." Natasha stepped forward and patted Henry on the shoulder.

"That's right." Clinton nodded in agreement.

"Why do you know...?" Henry looked at the group of people gratefully: "I thought you were still in the Dark Forest..." Henry couldn't help but pause when he said this word: "Over there in the Dark Forest... Did the news spread so far...?"

Several people looked at each other, Steve coughed: "No, we heard about it when we happened to be here...so we came here..."

"Oh, that's it..." Henry forced a smile, looking at these familiar faces, he couldn't help but think of that person... Henry's arms trembled slightly again.

"Yeah, if some dirty guy hadn't told us such a good opportunity, how could we have come here to make meritorious service and receive the reward..." Looking at Henry like this, Tony couldn't help but tell the truth, and then was caught by Steve He kicked hard.

Henry's face turned pale when he heard Tony's words, and his knees couldn't help but soften. Fortunately, Clinton's eyesight was so bad that he quickly helped him up: "What's the matter Hal? What's the matter with you!? Didn't you have breakfast?"

Natasha couldn't help kicking the dull Clinton, and Clinton let out a strange cry of pain, somewhat inexplicably.

"It's okay...it's nothing...let's go eat...you haven't eaten yet, have you? I've ordered them to set up a banquet." Henry put his trembling hands behind his back, and tried his best to suppress his expression and smiled.

"I really don't understand why the two of them are bothering! Look at that filthy boy, and look at this stinky boy, both of them still have each other in their hearts, thinking about each other is almost becoming crazy, and they are still hiding it." Wow, I didn't even know that these two have been separated for two years like this! That kid doesn't even bicker with me anymore!!" Tony couldn't help whispering to Steve as he followed behind Clinton.

"What do you know! Hal can't help himself!" Steve gave Tony a helpless look: "Huntsman already said before coming here, don't tell Hal that he sent us here, why are you talking so fast!" Steve saw Tony had a lonely expression on his face, it seemed that he wasn't used to Hal not bickering with him... Steve shook his head amusedly.

"What can't help it! Isn't it just to be a king? It's not like dying." Tony didn't understand.

"You are such a nervous guy, you don't understand." Steve smiled wryly and shook his head. He was also shocked when he saw Huntsman just now. The energetic Huntsman looked ten years older. , with stubble all over his face, Steve didn't even recognize him at first glance.

Huntsman begged him to help Hal with a hoarse voice. Seeing him like this, Steve knew something was wrong between the two of them. He also knew that Hal was definitely not an ordinary person, but he didn't expect him to be good. The brother fell in love with the current king of the British Empire... Steve immediately understood the reason why these two people could no longer be together, but he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything...

deliver medicine

With the help of Steve and the others, Henry quickly assembled the army. Steve also brought some elite mercenaries, and Clinton also brought many archer brothers he knew. Henry could only hold their hands in gratitude. , no amount of words are superfluous...

With Steve and their company, Henry's insomnia at night began to decrease, but whenever he thought of the words Tony said intentionally or unintentionally, Henry always squeezed the little cross necklace hanging on his chest, and couldn't help it. Tears came, but soon Henry wiped them away and forced himself to sleep.

He still loves his...

love my...

Even if I treat him like this...

He still loves himself like this...

Henry bit his lips tightly, swallowing the sourness in his throat: "Eric..."

Soon, Henry had already prepared the ship and was about to embark on the expedition.

Henry stood on the bow of the ship, wearing a shiny silver armor. He drew out the dagger in his hand, looked at the crowd, and shouted loudly: "God bless the British Empire! I will return victorious!"

All the crowd stretched out their hands like a wave and shouted: "God save the emperor! God save the emperor! God save the emperor!"

Henry looked at the dagger in his hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently——Eric, bless me...

Eric originally planned to distance himself from Henry.

He felt that he couldn't go on like this... He was still alive, but it seemed like a walking dead.

So he made up his mind to forget about him... otherwise he would have to spend the rest of his life in alcohol, so this time, I will help him this time for the last time...

He went to France, and then, whether he died or lived, it was no longer his business...

Eric held the dagger and swore like this.

So, I just went to see him one last time... just went to see him one last time.

Eric hypnotized himself, and then let his body walk to the crowded port──Today is the day when King Henry will go to France...

He looked at Henry who had started to grow a beard, that strange but familiar face... yes, he is no longer his own Hal... his own Hal would not have those green eyes that looked like winter... his Hal would not be so ruthless to himself...His Hal is dead...but why...why did he still look at that thin and tall figure so greedily?Or is the uncontrollable heart beating continuously...?

Then, Eric saw Henry raise the dagger──at that moment