Chapter 221

"Your Majesty."

"Pantos is yours."

The prince in rags knelt on the ground and expressed his submission to wesselis. However, the young king looked at the distance and remained silent for a long time before he whispered.

"Prince ragged."

"You have become the real prince of pantos. Aren't you ready to restore your real name?"

The grey haired old man in ragged clothes knelt on one knee with mottled blood on his body. He hesitated slightly when he heard wesselis's question, and then nodded.

"Now that I have left the family, my real name is no longer so important."

"The name of ragged clothes can always remind myself not to forget the shame."

The prince in rags stood up on his knees from the ground and said.

"Oh?"

Wesselis was a little surprised when he heard the prince in rags. The sea breeze blew on the handsome cheek of the young king, and his long silver blond hair fluttered gently. He turned his head and looked at the prince in rags.

When he was in contact with the prince in rags, wesselis felt that although he was wearing rags, he did not really regard himself as a "rag king".

He is an elegant man. He still maintains noble etiquette and dignity.

But he didn't think that Prince rags was willing to put rags on his body when he got pantos and became a prince.

However, his reason is indisputable. Wearing rags is to warn himself and be careful not to repeat his mistakes.

Wesselis just looked at him strangely and didn't think more about it.

Then he turned around and continued to speak.

"The impact of this turmoil should be restored as soon as possible."

Bloody night, although it seems that only some people died.

But the impact on pantos, an ancient city-state, was very huge, almost a subversive earthquake.

All the ruling classes were overthrown, and the governor's family was copied and destroyed one by one.

The rich businessmen who had not been liquidated were also worried. The sun fell this morning, the city gate opened, and they hurried out of pantos with their families.

Nowadays, a large number of shops in pantos are closed, and the city is in depression. Wesselis needs pantos as an economic engine, so the recovery work must be carried out as soon as possible.

"Yes, your majesty."

The prince in rags nodded and said.

"Shock therapy is the best way to quickly restore pantos's economy."

Illio, who has just become the chancellor of the exchequer of the Kingdom, immediately made a proposal.

He still sat on the chair with his injured leg, his crutch still aside, raised his head and said something, watching the prince in rags walk to wesselis.

"The specific way can be discussed again."

Wesselis nodded slightly.

"One more thing."

Then he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at the prince in rags standing next to him.

"Huh?"

Wesselis suddenly found that the prince in rags was standing very close to him, and a strange feeling had just risen in his heart.

However, the next second, he saw a sharp short knife falling from the cuff of the prince in rags.

Pop.

The old man with gray hair held the handle directly with his dexterous five fingers.

Then at such a close distance, wesselis was almost unprepared and quickly stabbed him in the abdomen.

"No."

Wesselis's eyes were frozen.

He had just had a strange feeling in his heart, and then the prince in rags suddenly stabbed him with a knife. At such a close distance, his reaction was very fast.

A pair of eyes twinkled with lavender light.

Bang.

Wesselis gripped each other's wrists.

The dagger had pierced wesselis's clothes before he was far from his abdomen, but it stopped in mid air.

However, the other party seems to have been prepared for this kind of attack.

His movements are very skillful, calm and calm, as if they have been demonstrated thousands of times.

His other hand was as flexible as a poisonous snake. It didn't look like a man in his fifties and sixties. The dagger beat at the tip of his finger and then easily stabbed wesselis in the abdomen.

Poof——

Blood rushed out and dyed his robe red.

Wesselis felt the pain, frowned and snorted, then clenched his teeth and grabbed each other's right hand.

Click.

His strength is far higher than that of the other party.

Even under the pain of eating, he broke the other party's wrist directly, and then forcibly poured the short knife of the other party's right hand into his own body.

Poof.

The short knife also pierced the other party's abdomen.

The prince in rags, who was caught by the wrist, seemed to be a little surprised at the power of wesselis.

He hid in the crowd last night and watched the battle between wesselis and magic mountain. He thought he had mastered the state of wesselis completely.

Although it is not clear what the reason is, according to his observation, wesselis has excellent swordsmanship and extremely fast reaction speed. It is almost impossible to kill him with an ordinary bow and crossbow from a long distance.

That's why he chose this adventurous way, contacted wesselis closely, and suddenly killed him when he was completely unprepared.

However, even so, he had a very strong prediction of wesselis's reaction speed, but he still underestimated the other party. Wesselis's reaction speed was faster than he thought.

The wrist was broken and the short knife stabbed into the abdomen, and the blood also gushed out. Wesselis, who was also injured, frowned and breathed heavily, but the other party seemed as if nothing had happened.

Then the prince in rags got rid of wesselis easily as if his broken wrist had been oiled.

The broken wrist was still shaking slightly, and the blood trickled down from the abdomen of Zhongdao. He pulled out the short knife in the abdomen and threw it out of the window. Then he lifted his robe and jumped down from the battlement.

WOW——

The clothes fluttered and fell.

And wesselis, who was suddenly assassinated, tightly covered the bleeding part of the middle knife with one hand, and the blood flowed down the gap between his fingers.

He saw that the other party jumped directly from the battlement without hesitation, and there was a flash of surprise in wesselis's eyes.

You know, this is one of the commanding heights of pantos. It's a tall tower dozens of meters high. Isn't it suicide to jump from here?

"Dead man?"

Wesselis saw this scene and wiped the idea in his mind.

Then he breathed heavily, covered his wound with one hand, and still looked down hard by the battlement.

However, when he saw everything below, a pair of lavender pupils condensed slightly and wiped a trace of shock clearly.

"This..."

Under the tower, it was clean and there was nothing in the clearance. No one fell at all.