Chapter 217

Lloyd Craig varant!

The ruler of the supreme kingship of the stoke Kingdom and the owner of the volant palace.

Since Lloyd succeeded to the throne, stoke Kingdom has reappeared the glory of a powerful country once buried in the long river of history, iron blood politics, and the support of meritorious nobles. This young walant V set off the Kingdom's reform from the inside out, economic prosperity, promoted the growth of military power, and ferocious fangs are looming.

However, all the changes were in the eyes of the eilanfaro empire. The soaring eagle was not allowed to run away by itself, and the Empire's military expedition began.

Uncertain fate weaves a gorgeous movement.

The violets blooming on the blood stabbed the eagle's claws with thorny flower stems, and even crossed the body along the bright feathers, leaving deep traces.

Later, valant V's reputation awed the northern part of caladimos. Even under the legendary crown, he had to bow his eyebrows in front of him.

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The dim light was reflected in the old man's wrinkled face through some. There was endless sigh in his turbid eyes. His trembling hands stretched forward to open the curtain woven by blood spider silk.

"Of course, your name will be engraved with history, and even proud bards will praise your deeds." Jasper said softly, looking at his old king in front of him, with a touch of pain in his calm pupils.

Everything in the world is fair, and no one can escape.

In the Patriotic War of flesh and blood mill, countless soldiers fought hard, countless nobles shed glorious blood, and his majesty Lloyd also paid something unimaginable.

WOW!

The golden red curtain slides to both sides. The gloomy weather and depressing atmosphere cover Limon Tanlu at the moment.

Lloyd stared silently at the view, his pale face flushed and trembled, "but someone seems to have forgotten my name!"

"Abyss, temple, have these guys started to act openly in limontanlu? Especially those dirty and shameless guys in the abyss, who don't have enough interests, they won't rashly join this cake splitting party."

Cough! Cough! Cough!

A violent cough sounded, as if he had said too much in one breath. Lloyd couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing dry.

Putting down his arm, Lloyd saw a little blood flowing along the gap between his fingers, dyed his palm red and his white sleeves.

Jasper lowered his eyelids, ignored the bright blood, and replied respectfully, "yes, just last night, the guy of shadow side Scripps forced his hand with the devil's blood as the world coordinate, and finally failed."

"Oh? Who's the target?" Lloyd raised his eyebrows slightly, wiped the blood off his palm, turned his head and looked at Jasper, with a trace of interest in his muddy eyes.

"Modrian Peris, the second son of Brooke, is a very good real Baron, and his territory is near the renwal mountains." Jasper had already investigated modrian's background and recorded such a sentence at the end of the report.

"There is probably a legend standing behind him."

"Hmm?" Lloyd wondered, as if he remembered something. After frowning and thinking, he slowly said, "is it the one guy guy recommended more than two years ago?"

"Yes," Jasper replied. He was also impressed by this. He said that it was to eliminate many wolf thieves in the north of the kingdom. In fact, according to the investigation, it was the contradiction and hatred of the Jeffrey family.

"However, according to intelligence sources, it seems that his highness guy seems to be divorced from each other, and the two basically have no contact with each other after entering limontanlu."

Hearing the speech, Lloyd fell into silence, his muddy eyes gradually cleared, and some memories of guy poured into his mind with his thoughts, linking up the emotions he thought had disappeared.

"Ha, it's really ironic to have this feeling before the end of life," said Lloyd, looking at Limon tantalu in a gloomy sky.

"Guy, this kingdom is terminally ill. Even the reform I insisted on at the beginning can not change the rotten roots. Only the cleaning of war can see the dawn."

Lloyd turned slightly and stared at his old companion. Since he became his royal highness, he has always followed Jasper on his side.

"Send out all Yin flower and dark eclipse members, and I hope to control any disturbance in limontanlu before the noble Council is convened."

"In addition, issue an order that guy leave the gate of sorrow without permission and be banned for four days!"

"Yes, your majesty!" the dim glow fell, Jasper seemed to fall into darkness, a black-and-white dress loomed in the void, and the silk golden lines dotted the shadow.

The four-day ban means that his highness guy has lost the opportunity to participate in the noble Council. Those few followers and speculators will thoroughly clean up the hidden opponents at that moment. (three days later, the noble Council was officially convened.)

"This is my kingdom!" Lloyd gasped, his clear eyes seemed to be saturated with space, and the vast territory of stoke kingdom could be seen from the distant sky.

"Even if I am weak, even if I can't see human nature, even if I have come to the end of my life!"

"But I, Lloyd Craig varant, remain the king of stoke, and no one dares to refuse my will."

Lloyd lowered his eyes and saw himself haggard from the smooth and tidy marble floor. A cold smile spread from the corners of his mouth to his wrinkled face, slightly pulling out an illusory and uncertain shadow of the beast.

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Limontanlu, slum.

Compared with the bustling business district and the quiet and elegant aristocratic area, it is full of bad smell. Discarded garbage can be seen everywhere in the dirty hutongs, as well as the numb people collapsed on the roadside. There is no color in the empty eyes, and the ordinary life has long lost hope.

These poor people, like puppets, beg and live every day. Even if hunger devours their bodies, they are still indifferent and wait for the next food left by kind people.

In a dilapidated courtyard cleaned and washed somewhere, thick black cloth was built at the four corners to surround the room wall, and the dark light penetrated into it, revealing a strange and unpredictable scene.

In the center of the courtyard is a square altar. The light white flame diffuses heat around with a trace of heat. The overflowing temperature dispels the cold and washes the air like a fire wave.

Under the altar, there were hundreds of people in black robes. They stood in disorder, covered their faces with dark hoods, and were silent. Only the twisted double headed snake ring on their left hand seemed to explain their identity. Vaguely, the red snake core was filled with black mist.