Chapter 1155

As the newborn Dark Goddess appeared in the court, she disappeared again.

She did not show miracles among the people to recruit and reform believers, nor did she try to contact other dignitaries in the city, as if she had disappeared out of thin air.

Although the queen is very interested in the goddess who calls herself Musa, she doesn't have much energy to care about others in the last few days of Kelvin's return, but devotes herself to the plan of "assassinating the tyrant".

In order to ensure the safety of the plan, she specially pretended to inform everyone to prepare a grand triumph ceremony to gather those who have not yet fallen to themselves, so as to ensure that these people can be separated from their soldiers during the assassination.

Anyone with some military and political common sense knows that the greatest threat to an army is not whether they are well equipped, let alone the level of training, but the brain responsible for specifying strategies and issuing orders.

If the brain can be controlled, no matter how large the army is, it will be in a mess in a short time and can not organize an effective counterattack.

Of course, there must be a premise to do this, that is, there must be a sufficient excuse.

Unfortunately, Kelvin, who always likes to create and highlight his identity and status, happens to be very keen to see the scene of accepting and warmly welcoming himself by his subjects, whether they are willing or have to succumb out of fear.

Because this means the stability of power!

It means that no one dares to challenge their supreme authority!

When the tyrant's team arrived near the city gate, the long prepared band began to play, and the honor guard stood on both sides of the red carpet in gorgeous silver armor.

In addition, at least 5000 people were driven out of their homes, holding back their anger and shouting welcome slogans.

The queen, dressed in white, stood behind the iron gate in the inner city, staring at the man who filled herself with hate in the distance.

She knows very well that today is the time to decide her fate. If she succeeds, it's easy to say anything. Once she wants to fail, she will never end up much better than those girls who are ravaged by tyrants to the spiritual market and even completely crazy in the dungeon.

Kelvin doesn't care if she has noble blood, but only about betrayal.

Just when the Queen's thinking began to diverge and considered where she would flee if the assassination failed, isorte, who always shrouded herself in a wide cloak, suddenly reminded: "Your Majesty, you'd better be happy and at least reduce Kelvin's alertness. After all, half of his life is due to his keen sixth sense. If he detects anything and refuses to step into the city gate, all the arrangements we have made will fall short of success."

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

The queen soon recovered and pulled down her already low neckline to ensure that she could reflect her amazing career line and put on a slightly playful smile of pride.

At the moment when the tyrant rode his horse to the outer door, she immediately took the initiative to step forward, lifted her skirt and leaned slightly: "welcome back, my dear husband. How about the crusade against rebellion?"

"Thank you for your concern. It went well. Although it cost a little, the dark church has been completely destroyed and can no longer pose any threat." Kelvin responded meaningfully.

It is not difficult to see from his alert eyes that he took this ordinary greeting as a test and was unwilling to reveal the truth at all.

But no wonder!

The relationship between the two is not so much a "husband and wife" as an "enemy" who takes what they need.

If one party loses strength or use value, the other party will definitely turn his face without hesitation, or even stab him in the back.

"Ah! Then I want to congratulate you on another brilliant victory. Come on, the ceremony is ready for the nobles and subjects of this country to cheer and celebrate for you." then the queen stretched out her arm and motioned the "tyrant" to come and hold her right hand.

At the same time, the officers lying in ambush on the wall of the urn City tightened all their nerves and were soaked with sweat.

You know, it's one thing to plot in the dark, but it's another thing to execute.

Too many accidents!

Too many special cases!

Will make the original seemingly foolproof plan go bankrupt in an instant!

So before cutting off the other party's head, he kept telling himself that he must not take it lightly.

In fact, not only him, but also more than 200 trusted soldiers around him were shaking constantly, and the palms of the hands holding the crossbow were full of sweat.

In any case, the name of Kelvin's tyrant has resounded throughout the continent.

No matter how those noble families despised his origin and publicized his rudeness and cruelty, they could not deny that he was a powerful and powerful ruler.

In this way, time passed minute by minute

Kelvin stood at the door on his horse, with a strange expression on his face, as if thinking about something, and never took another step forward.

After two or three minutes, he smiled and asked, "why did you think of holding a grand triumph ceremony for me?"

"Isn't this the duty of a wife?" the queen replied without changing her face.

"Duty? Hehe, is it also the duty of the wife to have a private meeting with other men behind her husband's back?" Kelvin mercilessly opened the scar that most men can't talk about.

After all, he is not a good man and woman. On the contrary, he firmly believes that nothing is courteous, not rape or theft.

This obvious act of deliberately pleasing undoubtedly aroused the most sensitive nerve in his heart.

"Oh? Who did you hear?" the queen raised her eyebrows in surprise.

To tell the truth, she never expected that the other party would publish such a scandal that should have been handled privately in public.

"Hum! Why, are you guilty? Where are those young people who have a private meeting with you? Are they scared to hide?" Kelvin said sarcastically with a sneer.

"I think you misunderstood something! I'm just selecting the right people for this country, not as dirty as you think. If you suspect me of infidelity, we can divorce, can't we?" the queen raised her chin and her eyes flashed with anger.

Of course, all this is acting.

She was eager to provoke the tyrant and make him lose his mind and rush through the city gate.

Not much. As long as we advance another ten or twenty meters, the iron gate used to block the enemy's attack can be put down directly, separating the target from the outside army.