Chapter 29

In the words of the former Knights Templar, the king understood where the hatred between the rose family and the holy court came from.

A family that once killed a dragon, a family that was arrogant enough to dare to build a kingdom on the bones of a giant dragon How can such a family, which is almost synonymous with madness, be willing to be enveloped in the kingdom of God?

The king of the rose family does not need anyone to be crowned. They are born to be the king of Legrand.

At the beginning, when people prayed for the help of the God, the God did not hold out his hand. The rose family killed the Dragon by their own strength, so the glory of Legrand had nothing to do with anything else.

The king needs to be crowned by the holy court. What kind of grace is it to the rose family?

It's a shame!

"This is Shame. " The king whispered to himself, his eyes printed in front of the bones and roses, "this is glory!"

Some things were lurking under the undercurrent. They smelled of blood. The king saw their shadow.

The seemingly wild former Knight of the Templar was also watching the king.

He was the leader of the rose family with special power, but he had not seen the king before. They are just in the dark by convention. Generally, they are not controlled by the king himself, but by someone who is absolutely loyal to the king.

The king ruled the Empire in the sun, and they defended the king's territory in the shadow.

Only a few kings of Legrand in history have personally controlled the sword in the shadow. The latest is William III, the king's father.

The former Knights Templar knew the deep intention of the Duke of Buckingham for him to meet the king.

The Duke of Buckingham is going to give the sharp knife back to the king.

The former Knights Templar is not sure this is a good idea, because William III, the last rogrand monarch to have the most violent conflict with theocracy, has been buried forever.

What about the king?

Will the king make the same choice as his father?

"If you want to kill the ambition of the rose family with the death of one or two generations, they are really naive." The former Templar answered the king's murmur, while waiting for the king's answer.

"I think maybe you should know something."

The king looked at him, his voice was not high, but under the gentle tone, there was a continuous stream of determination.

"I'm not going to let anyone judge me."

The former Templar laughed.

In the swirling air, the former Templar commander knelt down on one knee to the king: "so Please draw your sword and accept the loyalty of your knights, your majesty

"I represent all my companions."

The former Templar chief added.

The king drew out the national sword hanging on the wall. He stepped forward and put it on his knight's shoulder.

"For the glory of the rose."

Said the king.

"For the glory of the rose."

The former Templar replied.

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The air flow gradually subsided, the white bone restored to the shape of the stone column, and the delicate roses re turned into relief plates on it. The room is a little messy. On the surface, it's just an ordinary luxury palace. No one can imagine how terrible its spine is.

Only two people were present at the ceremony.

The king returned to his seat, and the former Templar was more relaxed than at first.

"Now, let's talk about how to deal with what you call the devil. It needs a little wisdom." The captain of the knight laughed, "well You know, conspiracy is actually our specialty. "

Of course the king remembers.

The rose family did not kill the dragon with the weapons given by the gods, just like the normal brave, but relied on the wisdom and strength of the mortals - of course, in some other populations, that was the trick and conspiracy.

"Come on, let's make a little game for Mr. devil."

The king, who has been showing "unscrupulous" all along, also laughs briskly.

………………

It's a good night, and a happy event has come.

After the king stepped into METZL, the devil disappeared. After all, there stands the most splendid St. Louis Cathedral in the whole of Legrand, and the papal envoy a few days ago.

The devil has no intention of having a direct conflict with the holy see at this time.

But this evening, he came from hell in such a hurry because he felt that the king's breath was becoming weak and could die at any time. Today, there are still some private soldiers of grand duke glas in METZL. It's not the time to clean up. One or two guys with a strong will assassinated the king.

The devil felt this and rushed over.

You know, there is St. Wes Cathedral in METZL. He didn't want to work hard. Instead, he made a wedding dress for the Holy See and asked those damned priests to baptize the king. That's too bad!This time, the devil didn't take his gorgeous white bone carriage with him and kept a low profile.

He melted in the shadow, quietly through the walls, to avoid some hidden in the dark guards arrived at the Rose Palace. Seeing the towering Rose Palace in the night, the devil felt some emotion.

He last came here on the night of St. Val more than a decade ago.

That damned William III deserves to be the schemer and careerist of the rose family. If it wasn't for William III's cunning, he would have taken away his Majesty's soul more than ten years ago.

Without alerting the guards of the Rose Palace, the devil went into the palace quietly. He walked through the long corridors, where he became cautious and didn't go straight through the walls. He walked around, looking at the upright pillars around him, with some regret.

The deterrent significance of these keels is greater than the array significance. Unfortunately, human alchemy has not reached the acme and failed to give full play to the power of the keels.

Otherwise, a castle is a terrible military machine.

He found the king's breath and arrived at the king's room in the Rose Palace.

The king's breath was very weak behind the door. Standing outside the door, you could hear the dispute between the king and the Duke of Buckingham. The Duke of Buckingham asked the king to receive medical treatment immediately. The king thought that it was difficult to determine the loyalty of doctors in METZL city. If the news of his serious injury was reported, the situation would be turbulent again.

Standing in front of the door, the devil tidied his collar.

After thinking about it, he turned into a big bunch of red roses. After that, the devil reached out and touched the closed door.

Black fog, like the tide, penetrated through the cracks of the door, avoiding the rose reliefs. After waiting for a moment, the quarrel in the room gradually subsided, and then there was complete silence.

The devil was so happy that he wanted to hum a tune. He held the red rose and opened the door.

The Duke of Buckingham, in his red cloak, was lying beside the king's bed. His beautiful Majesty was lying quietly on the bed. The cold moonlight slanted through the window and shone on the king's face, as white as paper.

"My dear majesty."

The devil walked briskly through the carpet painted with dragons and roses and came to the king. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the king was wrapped in bloody gauze.

"Look, didn't I say that? You were born in hell. "

With a triumphant smile, the devil came near. However, learning from the experience of the last time, the devil did not reach out to touch the king, but stood like a most loyal servant in front of the king's bed, waiting.

"Follow me..."

The devil's happy words suddenly stopped.

Because the king suddenly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing here? Mr. devil. " The king's ice blue eyes were too clear, and the moonlight fell on them like a knife light.

"Ah, I have come to say good night to your majesty."

The devil's smile disappeared. He realized something and immediately covered up his behavior.

"Am I disturbing you? I'm leaving now. "

Then the devil immediately tried to get out.

"It's all here. Why go?"

The second sound was heard, and the "Duke of Buckingham" sprang up. He was dressed in the same scarlet cloak as the Duke of Buckingham, and had the silver hair of the rose family. He was also very good at camouflage.

Almost at the moment when he jumped up, the carpet of the dragon and the rose under their feet burst into a bright light, and the air flow was more violent than before. All the pillar beams in the room turned into white bones again, and the scarlet rose vine snakes swam on the ground.

Just a few breath, those roses and vines are woven into a huge cage between the bones.

The devil is being sealed off.

"It's a wonderful way for you, my good majesty."

The devil sighed. He saw that there was a light golden light on the roses and vines, and immediately guessed what the bloody smell in the air was for.

The king awakened the Rose Palace with his own blood, and then disguised the smell of blood as his injury.

"Compared with what you've done, it's not enough."

The king sat up, untied his gauze and threw it to the ground. The wound on his hand has healed. The gauze is used to deceive the devil.

"Good bye, Mr. devil."

The king stood outside the cage and put on his robe. He said goodbye to the devil with a smile.

The former Knights Templar raised a strange silver sword in his hand and was about to plunge into the ground.

"Wait!"

The devil immediately raised his hand.

"The black death!! Your majesty

It is a normal behavior of the rulers to unload the molars and kill the donkeys.

Then, of course, the donkey had to rush before the millstone was unloaded, so that people could see that there was still flour to grind.

The devil knows very well. Don't expect his majesty to have any kind heart. He'd better show his use value quickly, or he will be in a mess today.The black death.

These three words represent the sickle of nightmare in the middle ages.

As soon as the king gestured, the long sword of the former Templar stopped in mid air.

Falun stopped.

"Tell me about the black death in your mouth."

The king looked at the devil.

"You seem to be quite ready to let that gentleman do it when I'm finished, isn't that so, my dear majesty?"

The devil peeped at every change in the king's expression and asked kindly.

"Should you be praised for your sensitivity?"

Said the king regretfully.

"You are a born villain."

The devil sighed sincerely.

Look at this matter of squeezing others' use value and losing it when they run out. His dear majesty, it's so easy to do It's a hell, a dark world.

"Do you want me to say thank you?"

Asked the king calmly, not caring about the devil's description.

"If you want to But for my own good, your Majesty's thanks should be kept a little? " The devil looked forward at the Templar, "Your Majesty, could you please take that precious sword away first? It's not good to bump into a thousand year old antique. "

The former Templar looked at the king in consultation.

The king nodded.

I'm very sorry.

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While the devil was talking to the king, the Duke of Buckingham stood in front of the northwest black tower.

The guard opened the tower door.

This time the Duke of Buckingham didn't hear the song, and the crazy queen was much calmer than last time.

The Duke of Buckingham went in and saw the unkempt woman sitting quietly in the middle of the black tower with her back to him. In the dark and cold black tower, the dim candlelight shines on her. Many years of madness has destroyed this gorgeous woman, but her thin and angular figure is still straight, clearly showing her consistent strength.

This made the Duke of Buckingham always hopeful that she would get better.

"Eleanor."

The Duke looked at the mad queen.

"Pollan's not dead. He's back. You don't have to worry. He regained the throne He will be the pride of the rose family. "

In any case, the mad queen was always the king's mother, and the Duke of Buckingham thought it his duty to tell her about the king.

At the same time, I hope that the news will make her better.

The mad queen was silent for a long time.

Just as the Duke of Buckingham was about to leave as usual, she suddenly said, "I want to see him."

It was the first time she spoke calmly.

She seems to be awake.

But the Duke of Buckingham was in a dilemma about her request. He was not sure if the mad queen who had lost her mind would hurt the king.

"Don't worry about me hurting him." The queen, aware of his hesitation, turned her back to the Duke of Buckingham, raised her head and said in a hoarse voice, "no one in the world loves him more than I do! He's my child! My child! "

"If you're worried, arrange for him to pass by. I'll just have a look at him from a distance. Let me see him! "

The Queen's voice was sharp again, showing her strong voice.

She was the famous Queen of iron and blood.

"Good."

The Duke of Buckingham finally agreed.

The ancestor of the rose family, please bless her to get better at last.

The Duke of Buckingham left, and once again the only one left in the tower was the mad queen. The candle flickered and fell on her bony bones. She raised her head and burst out laughing: "my child! Purland! My child!! My child

Blood and tears rolled down her surprisingly thin cheek, and her green glasses were filled with endless despair and killing.

She turned her back to the Duke of Buckingham. Where the Duke didn't see it, she held a piece of black iron in her locked hand.

It was a small piece of black iron knocked down by countless collisions of iron locks. This crazy queen, who can guard the palace for her husband, grinds it into a very sharp and terrible blade with her tenacity of wearing armor and standing in the wind.

The Duke of Buckingham belittled the crazy queen after all.

She spent more than ten years, little by little, hard to create a sharp blade!

It was as if only the finger of bone touched the cold blade a little bit. The blade cut her finger, and the blood fell along the smooth surface of the blade. She didn't care.

The queen hummed a gentle lullaby melody, as if to return to the time when the baby was just born, the sonorous rose Warrior Queen gently shook her son's cradle.

Her child, her purland.

Let them bury her child with the grace of their meditation!

The mad queen raised her head, and the blood on the blade fell to the ground.

The light of the black tower fell from high and covered her. Her eyes were empty, sitting on the cold ground, like an indestructible statue.