Origin Paradise!

In the carriage on the way from the villa to the Red Castle, Lilith played with her long, bright red hair. The sunlight shone on her, making her features so beautiful they were mesmerizing. She looked to be in good spirits.

Jiang He's gaze remained calm as she asked, "So how did you escape from prison?"

"First become a top wizard at the Golden Peak, then slaughter all living beings on an entire continent to achieve great deeds, and then use those great deeds to become a hero, forging your own epic and mythological form."

Lilith smiled gently, clearly not intending to care about the value of this information. The restoration of the Saint Lilith to a second-class cruiser brought her considerable benefits.

Jiang He remained noncommittal; the fourth-tier hero level was still too far from his current stage.

"At your age, the Kingdom of Stuart should not be your homeland."

Lilith was surprised at first, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to care about this. The empire in the north of the kingdom should have a history of a thousand years. I was the first princess. At that time, there were countless strange creatures on the earth, and the environment was much better than it is now."

Lilith moved closer to her host, her slender arms encircling the other's neck. She said frankly, "With this arrival as an anchor point, next time I can send you back a thousand years, before I was even born. With the ability to foresee the future, you will seize the greatest benefits amidst the turmoil and pave the way to achieving gold. I've been busy with this lately."

Jiang He tilted her head back slightly and said expressionlessly, "I never said I wanted to be a kept man."

"This is just a reasonable plan and the experience of our allies. Just because I am a woman doesn't mean you should blindly assume that your self-esteem will be damaged."

Lilith smiled sincerely and said, "Since we formed an alliance, you have done nothing regarding lodging in the spiritual world, so in return, I will do nothing."

"You can rest assured. Even if we take a step back and assume that the Origin's permanent freezing punishment could come at any time, I will not be able to take over your body. Therefore, nurturing is the most correct and appropriate choice."

At some point, Lilith's figure vanished.

The carriage stopped; we had arrived at the Red Castle.

Today is the Summer Hunt Festival. The main road from the Red Keep to the north gate of the capital has been cleared. The straight street, which is more than 30 miles long, is empty. The Royal Knights set off from the Red Keep and stood guard at each intersection. Citizens in the houses on both sides eagerly awaited their arrival.

"Kill all the criminals!"

"Release the wild animals!"

"Kids, don't look."

The armored knights drove tens of thousands of wild beasts of all kinds out of the shops on both sides of the street. All the serious criminals in the seven prisons of the capital were emptied and sent here. According to the custom of the Summer Hunt Festival, as long as these serious criminals survive today, the king will pardon their crimes. After the wild beasts die, they will be sent to the citizens' tables.

As the beasts and criminals entered the arena, the first round of fighting began. The out-of-control beasts immediately killed dozens of people. To ensure the spectacle, the knights and apprentice knights among the criminals were subjected to varying degrees of pre-fighting torture.

"A foolish and insane king, corrupt and decadent nobles, knights and people who are like puppets—this kingdom is beyond saving."

The deputy governor of the armory, imprisoned for a crime, glared at the Red Keep with hatred. He had absolutely no connection to the arms theft, yet he had lost his honor and freedom because of the nobles. Having gone without food and water for several days, he was seeing stars, and even his physique as a novice knight was of no use.

Roar!

A red-spotted wolf crouched low as it approached. This wolf, from the New World, had a stronger body and claws. Its bite would inflict a peculiar red spot disease, which could not be cured without a high-level purification potion. To contract the red spot disease was to be certain death.

The deputy governor of the armory had a sharp gaze. He considered himself a true knight who refused to associate with those nobles. Faced with the ever-approaching crisis, he unexpectedly pounced on the wolf's hind legs and launched a proactive attack.

The red-spotted wolf nimbly dodged, its massive body moving with surprising agility. Taking advantage of the wolf's turn to look at its hind legs, the vice-governor lunged forward, biting its neck. The wolf's claws tore through its prey's abdomen, but the vice-governor also managed to bite its throat.

Blood splattered as both sides rolled on the ground, fighting with all their might for survival.

At the same time, a series of fierce battles began.

A thick, blue python lurked in the tree. As the criminals hurriedly passed by, it swiftly slid down the tree, tightly coiled its body around its prey, and swallowed it whole in an instant.

A giant black lion, several meters tall, stared at its knight-level prey, charging and pounced, instantly crushing it. This knight-level criminal had once been somewhat famous in the south of the kingdom, but after half a year of hunger and thirst, his physique had become extremely weak.

One by one, criminals died without a complete corpse, and wild beasts lay dead by the roadside. The extreme bloodshed caused the citizens on both sides of the street to scream wildly, as if they were in a primitive gladiatorial arena. Whenever a criminal or wild beast tried to escape, the armored knights would skillfully raise their flintlock muskets and shoot them down one by one.

"Well done, keep it up!"

"Run quickly!"

"Quickly, find weapons!"

With the number of people imprisoned steadily increasing in recent years, this year's Summer Hunt Festival was particularly lively, with hundreds of deaths turning the streets into rivers of blood, but the sounds of fighting were still incredibly noisy.

……

In front of the Red Fort.

The gates to the Magic Steel Casting Factory have been opened.

A magnificent platform, pulled by thousands of slaves, moved slowly forward, and nobles and ministers ascended the steps from both sides to pay homage to the King of Stuart.

Jiang He saw Queen Margaret beside the King, and her three-year-old son at her knees. Si Ning, wearing heavy armor and with a sword at her waist, stood calmly in the corner.

"Twenty-two this year, standing like a lackey."

Si Ning didn't turn around. She could tell who it was from the footsteps, after all, they had a painful history of living together.

"Aren't you the king's personal executioner?"

"So we have to be on standby at all times."

Jiang He leaned against the supporting pillars. This high platform was more like a palace without walls on all four sides. There was plenty of food on more than a dozen long tables. The battle on the main road in the north had not yet reached its peak. In short, it was just a warm-up.

The high platform was filled with nobles, and the king was laughing heartily with his arm around the queen. Today, all the heads of the five major noble families of the Privy Council were present. If you threw a brick at them, you could hit more than a dozen barons and viscounts. The second prince was kneeling tremblingly below the king, answering his questions. It was clear that the king enjoyed the fear that everyone had of him.

"Lord Rune, don't forget to record the prince's heroic figure today," said Henry VI.

"Your Majesty, I obey your command." The painter knelt on one knee.

The second prince still looked terrified, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the painter, who was none other than the Black Marquis, whom he trusted most. Because of his superb painting skills, the king favored him and he easily won the coveted title of court marquis.

As you ascend the platform, you arrive at the intersection of the main northern road.

"A red-spotted wolf, who will fetch it for me?" Henry VI cried.

“Father, I am willing to serve you.”

The second prince spoke in public and, after receiving the king's permission, left the platform. A servant presented him with a warhorse. On the day of the summer hunt, the subjects were obliged to hunt the game that the monarch desired.

Da da da!

A swift horse galloped away.

The second prince, a knight-level warrior, swung his greatsword, instantly beheading two criminals who blocked his path. The entire main road was now a hunting ground, and finding prey amidst countless battles required both experience and luck.

The warhorse galloped swiftly, cutting down enemies along the way. The second prince spotted a red-spotted wolf that was on the verge of death. It had been cornered by the vice governor and was about to collapse.

Da da da!

The warhorses drew near.

The deputy governor turned around and saw the prince in his prime, clad in armor and exuding an imposing aura. Not wanting to clash with the prince, he put away the dagger he had picked up and stood aside.

Swish!

The prince rode by, casually beheaded the deputy governor, and then killed the red-spotted wolf before returning the way he came.

"It's really not easy to kill a fully-fledged alien wolf."

"Unfortunately, there was no one to witness it."

The warhorses returned to the high platform, and the second prince presented the prey to Henry VI.

"The prince's skills are superb, and he is invincible on the battlefield."

"It only took half an hour, and the whole process was quite leisurely."

"The prince looks a lot like His Majesty when he was young."

One by one, the nobles offered their praise, but Henry VI's face grew increasingly gloomy.

The second prince wished he could cut off these guys' tongues. After rounds of palace killings, the quality of the representatives of the powerful families who had risen to power had seriously declined.

At the crucial moment, the Marquis of Black spoke up: "May I paint a picture for you, but I hope you will all step aside."

Henry VI, unusually patient, realized that among all the people in this magnificent capital, the man before him was one he wouldn't dare kill. He couldn't help but laugh and scold:

“Lu Enqing, you think a mere marquis can make all the officials back down? Be careful, or I won’t be able to protect you.”

Before the nobles could apologize, the Marquis of Black said, "I don't want them to tarnish my painting. These guys only know how to flatter His Majesty through His Highness the Prince. They treat the Prince as nothing and are not good ministers."

The second prince secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Henry VI laughed, “Then so be it, let them stay away.”

The Marquis of Black picked up his brush and began to paint, showering Henry VI with flattery. Henry VI beamed with delight. He knew, of course, that the man before him was also a sycophant, but his skill was superb and his painting technique was excellent; the flaws did not detract from the overall quality.

The ministers retreated.

This gave the heads of several high-ranking noble families a legitimate opportunity to communicate with each other.

"Your Highness, please proceed without delay."

"Can Lord Black Marquis hold them off?"

"Your painting skills are excellent. It was thanks to the painting of Margaret that you became the Queen you are today."

"It makes me angry just thinking about it."

The people talked openly and honestly; whispering would only make them seem guilty. According to the Black Marquis, they were legitimately correcting the monarchy and were inherently on the side of justice.

"Make your move," said the second prince.

……

On the high platform.

Queen Margaret left her throne, turning her attention entirely to the painting to the King. She had only taken a few steps when she saw her two allies busy playing cards. It was normal for Cecilia to be playing cards, after all, this princess was known as a witch. But the masked man had a cold demeanor and didn't seem like an idle fellow at all.

"Gentlemen, this is the Ninth Prince."

Margaret introduced the young boy beside her, who, nominally, was the adopted son of the Duke of Narcshire.

"There's going to be a rebellion, so it's best if the Queen doesn't move around too much." Jiang He fed a piece of dried meat to Wuhe, who was perched on her shoulder.

Margaret looked bewildered, then terrified. Seeing the two of them unperturbed, she strangely calmed down again. The series of changes were swift and obvious, a veritable face-changing.

"What should we do then..."

Stripped of her regal status as queen, Margaret was merely a young woman in her early twenties.

"Just don't do anything unnecessary." Si Ning squinted and turned her head to look at the edge of the platform. "As long as the king is alive, you will not become regent. Now is a critical moment. Don't let emotions cloud your judgment."

Jiang He upgraded his Q-version self on the Void Card Table to three stars. In fact, he was somewhat constrained in the capital. Count Rhine's signature gray horse, silver spear, and flames were temporarily inconvenient to use. He had not only offended many nobles, but also killed Margaret's older brother, the Demon Wolf William.

Although I burned down your house, killed your brother, and stole your family's inherited breathing technique, please bear with me for the sake of the bigger picture.

Saying such things in front of the person in question could have unpredictable consequences.

The two were playing cards seriously when Margaret hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Gentlemen, I do not recommend that His Majesty be killed. The Red Rose and White Rose share the same bloodline three generations ago. If His Majesty dies, I think we will face a lot of external pressure."

Si Ning waved her hand, "Someone else is involved in today's matter."

Margaret frowned. Another expert?

……

As the painting was being created, knights set off from the high platform, galloping through the streets to hunt prey for their monarch.

One criminal after another fell, but at the north gate of the capital, a group of noble private soldiers began to advance quietly, squeezing the criminals' original space and driving them toward the Red Keep.

During the summer hunting festival, the criminals' enemies were not only wild animals, but also other criminals, which made everyone extra wary of each other. As people moved inward from the north gate, the criminals on the whole street were on the move.

At one point, someone, disguised, shouted.

"We want freedom!"

Immediately someone responded, "Ask the King for forgiveness."

As emotions gradually intensified, the slogans became increasingly radical.

"Give him a pardon!"

"We want freedom!"

"Charge the high platform."

The shouts were deafening, like a roaring tsunami.

Thousands of criminals launched an attack along the main road. More than 70% of them were wrongfully imprisoned. For example, the aftermath of the Xianghe Red Fort purge resulted in the imprisonment of a large number of innocent people, leading to a frenzy of resentment.

The surging crowd swept in, and the beasts retreated to avoid the construct knights charging at various intersections. Chaos erupted instantly. The several teams supporting the second prince were prepared and withdrew to regroup. Led by several vice-captains, they approached the high platform, all under the pretext of protecting the king.

On the city wall of the capital, a figure in golden armor leans on his sword and gazes into the distance.

His personal guard of knights was solemn, and all of the thousands of them were knights. They could suppress such a disturbance in half a quarter of an hour if they mobilized all of them.

“Lord Mordred…” the vice-commander stepped forward to inquire.

"Stay put," Modres said.

In his eyes, Henry VI, though noble, had limitations. The second prince was also of royal blood, and this was a matter of royal domestic affairs, which he had no right to interfere with. Even if he wanted to interfere, the price of losing the power of the four virtues by breaking his oath was too heavy.