CH 137

The envoy detailed everything that happened in the court.

After hearing it, the four highest levels of Thalorian fell into silence.

After a long time, one person spoke up.

"Your Majesty."

The voice of Archbishop Horus was soft, filled with deep sorrow:

"Was Miss Green Feather, who has always been gentle and kind, really such a malicious and indifferent person? She hid so well that she deceived all of us."

Jon, the first defense chief sitting beside him, took a deep drag on his cigarette.

He was a middle-aged man with a stern face and thick brown beard. He looked very dignified, and years of busy military affairs had turned his temples white, giving him a touch of desolation.

His voice was as cold and hard as his appearance.

"Jon has always adhered to the iron-blooded ideology. So, among the three candidates, only Star Song is left."

Amado, the first elder, was an old man on the verge of death. His cloudy eyes and wrinkled face made people worry that he could collapse and die at any moment. When he spoke, old age accompanied death.

"We accept death, but we do not tolerate meaningless deaths. Jon must prove that his methods are effective. The most important thing in walking the tightrope is balance, not extremism."

The king pondered for a moment, "I don't think things are as we thought. Perhaps there are other reasons."

Amado's cloudy eyes stared at their king.

He grew up watching this legendary leader and it was with his strong recommendation that he ascended to the throne.

His correct choices had brought prosperity to Thalorian for twenty years, which was his lifelong pride.

He also firmly believed that he would make the next important choice that would influence the future fate of Thalorian correctly.

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"Your Majesty, the reason doesn't matter. The murderer must be executed according to the laws of the royal city. The rules cannot be changed."

The king remained silent without answering.

At that moment, an urgent letter flew in and landed in the king's hand.

He unfolded the letter and quickly read it.

Horus asked, "Your Majesty, is something wrong with Star City?"

The king shook his head and smiled, "This is a letter from Jon. He is pleading for Rode."

After handing the letter to the others and waiting for them to finish reading, he asked, "What do you think?"

A smile appeared on Amado's wrinkled face.

"Jon has matured a lot. Even in cruelty, he still has a compassionate heart. He has grasped the principle of balance."

Da Lin remained silent, taking drag after drag on his cigarette.

Horus frowned, "This is just a simple way to win people's hearts. I can feel the chilling coldness between the lines of his words. He weighs interests like a machine."

Amado shifted his old gaze to the Archbishop, who was also full of legendary colors.

"Horus, the most important quality of a king is coldness, not being swayed by any emotions, always considering the overall situation and the interests of humanity, but also taking into account the feelings of others. Being ruthless but having feelings, this is the most difficult thing to achieve. Jon has already shown some signs of it."

Although his gaze was on the Archbishop, the king knew that these words were meant for him.

Amado and the Elder Council he represented hoped that he would be even colder, not letting the hope that had finally ignited in the hearts of all Thalorian people be extinguished.

But only the king knew the true reason for the problems that had arisen in Thalorian in recent years.

Just then, the hall flickered with flames, and Green Feather, dressed in a green robe, descended from the sky and landed in front of them.

This was the privilege of the king's candidates, they could contact or meet with the highest power center of Thalorian at any time.

"Your Majesty, Archbishop, First Defense Chief, First Elder, Guardian Green Feather requests an audience."

Amado immediately furrowed his brows, and his already wrinkled face now resembled a shrunken orange.

"Green Feather, why are you here? During the Black Tide, you should always stay in your castle."

Green Feather slightly bowed.

"First Elder Amado, please release Rode immediately. The incident in the court was my instruction, and I will bear all the blame."

Amado's tone suddenly became very unfriendly, "What if I don't release him?"

Green Feather raised her head, and the firelight in the hall shone on her beautiful face, giving off a dazzling sun-like radiance. She smiled, and it was like a sudden flash of light on the lake:

"First Elder Amado, although our generation is stronger than before, the number of candidates is extremely small. You wouldn't want one of the only three candidates to be missing, would you?"

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The court.

The Black Dungeon.

Rode was a little worried.

The knowledge of communicating with living souls did not belong to dream knowledge, so the knowledge book had to be paid for.

The usual price for this strange book was various gems, ranging from the lowest-grade ruby to the later black crystal, red jade, radiant stone, sunstone, and sun crystal, all within its recipe range.

And depending on the rarity and difficulty of obtaining the knowledge, the level and quantity of gems required also varied.

The price for the knowledge of "Soul Negotiation" was twenty red jades.It's not particularly expensive, worth about two thousand silver coins.

But the supplies stored in the dream world no longer have this item, and Rode can't go out and buy it now, so he can only leave this soul for a while.

He exited the dream and looked at the prison cell without any movement before returning to the dream.

After all, the environment here is not very safe, so it's better to be careful.

For the next period of time, Rode has been studying the Book of Knowledge.

Learning the dream world's text can only rely on oneself, and the Book of Knowledge provides the meaning and grammar of each word in the dream world's text, as well as detailed learning methods.

But these meanings, grammar, and learning methods are all in the dream world's text.

It's really toxic.

Do I have to master this language in order to learn this language?

What's the point of learning it if I already know it?

Therefore, Rode can only deduce the grammar of the dream world's text by tracing back to ancient languages and combining the evolution of languages.

This is a very difficult task, but no matter how difficult it is, he must continue. The dream world is his fundamental reliance, and the segment he is currently studying is the knowledge he most urgently wants to know about the invasion.

I don't know how long has passed.

When Rode returned to the material world again, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the prison door.

A few seconds later, a burly white-haired man appeared in front of him.

Isn't this the White Wolf by Miss Green Feather's side?

Rode's heart slightly rejoiced.

Did she come to rescue me so quickly?

The White Wolf looked at him coldly, the prison guard did not follow, and the prison cell was empty.

"Rode, why did you kill the Grand Judge?"

Rode's heart was slightly startled.

What do you mean by that? Starting with these words, do you want to burn bridges? Could it be that the seemingly gentle and lovely Miss Green Feather is actually a two-faced person?

No, that's unlikely.

In a flash of thought, he immediately thought of a possibility and replied, "Why can't I kill him? His hands are stained with blood, he has harmed so many comrades and companions. If the court cannot give me justice, then I will give myself justice."

The White Wolf stared at him and said coldly, "Do you know? Your actions are seeking death. The Grand Judge is one of the high-ranking officials of the kingdom, just one step away from becoming the Chief Justice. Killing the Chief Judge in the hall symbolizing the law will be seen as a challenge to the law of the king. You're doomed, no one can save you!"

Rode sneered, "You're really stupid, really."

The White Wolf looked at him with hostility, "What did you say?"

Rode fearlessly stared back at him:

"You should know that dead people have no value. Greygrove is so despicable and lowly, I don't believe he has any lofty prestige. Once he dies, all his power and influence will collapse. As long as you thoroughly dig up all his secrets, you will definitely find evidence that he is a member of the Doomsday Cult."

"What's wrong with killing a member of the Doomsday Cult? This is called striking first, being strong, you don't understand even this. You better leave now, Miss Green Feather should be assisted by me, I am the man who can become the king."

The White Wolf's face turned pale, and he roared, "You still want to be king?"

Rode looked at him disdainfully, "I called you stupid and you still don't believe it. When Miss Green Feather ascends to the throne, I will become her man, isn't that the man of the king?"

The expression on the White Wolf's face suddenly became very strange, and the muscles on his face seemed to twist.

"You're dreaming!"

He said fiercely, but the twitching muscles ruined this expression.

"You little brat who hasn't grown up yet, go home and drink milk!"

After saying that, he immediately turned around and left the prison cell.

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Rode raised an eyebrow and felt somewhat speechless.

Are you all poisonous-tongued tsunderes? Will you die if you speak nicely?

As soon as he left Rode's sight, the White Wolf's fierce expression returned to indifference, but the slightly upturned corner of his mouth showed his pleasant mood.

"It seems that there is no conspiracy against her inside. It should be just the wishful thinking of this hot-blooded kid."

"Hehe, his character is not bad, decisive and ruthless, with a mind and a bottom line. It just happens to make up for Green Feather's softness."

"Well, in that case, I have to find a way to kick those 'king husbands' out, preferably keeping it within twenty."

"Hmph, being the man of the king is an interesting saying, but it's not that easy to be the man of the king."

The White Wolf sneered and nodded slightly to the warden standing at the door, then quickly left the prison cell.

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In the prison cell, when Rode was about to go to sleep, a prison guard ran over with small steps and handed him a letter, respectfully saying, "Mr. Rode, your letter."

Rode was slightly curious and took the letter to look at it. There was nothing on the envelope, no sender or recipient.

When he opened it, the entire letter was filled with words of persuasion, but there were no names.

The prison guard whispered, "This is a letter sent to you by Lord Jon."

Rode raised an eyebrow.

Jon?

The greasy middle-aged man?

Another candidate for the king, one of Green Feather's competitors.

Why is he trying to win me over? Isn't Greygrove his person?The jailer leaned in, whispering, "Sir Jon said that as long as you are willing to join his camp, he can not only ensure your innocence but also guarantee that you will be the only lawful partner of Miss Green Feather."

"Oh." Rode looked at him expressionlessly, "So, what's the price, mutt?"

The jailer looked puzzled, "I'm not called mutt."

"No one cares what you're called, tell me the price."

The jailer looked a bit deflated, but still answered respectfully, "As long as you testify that the Sword Gate incident was planned by Miss Green Feather, he can help you achieve this."

Rode fell into deep thought.

The jailer hurriedly said, "Mr. Rode, please think about it. You work for Miss Green Feather because she promised to list you as one of her many partners. But if you help Sir Jon become the king, you, as the king's deputy, will have an equal status with her and can become her only lawful partner. This is something Miss Green Feather can never achieve. As a guardian and a candidate for the king, she naturally shelters countless people and should have such treatment. If she becomes the king, the number of partners will not decrease, but increase."

Rode was jolted out of his thoughts and threw the letter back, "Sorry, I can't agree."

The jailer became anxious, "Why? With your smart brain, you can't possibly not understand that whatever Miss Green Feather can give you, Sir Jon can also give you. What she can't give, Sir Jon can."

Rode laughed, "Do you think I'm a fool? Why should I believe you? Besides, Miss Green Feather has already agreed to be my only partner and even allows me to have more partners. Why should I go with you?"

The jailer's expression became very strange.

"Are you joking again? You're still a student, a prospective combatant, not even a formal one. Even if Miss Green Feather is crazy, the Disciplinary Committee and the Royal Council will not agree."

Rode lay on the single bed, crossed his legs, and casually said, "If you don't believe it, forget it."

The jailer's face turned from pale to red, but he still said, "Anyway, Sir Jon's door is always open for you."

He picked up the letter and turned to leave.

Rode watched his retreating figure and fell into deep thought again.

He had originally thought that Jon might be the mastermind behind the scenes, even a doomsday cultist, but now it seemed unlikely.

Otherwise, he would not bring up this matter again, but would quickly sever his relationship with Greygrove and push everything onto the dead.

The dead are always the best scapegoats.

Rode had thought all this through before he took action. The only question was how to kill?

The pendant Green Feather gave him perfectly solved this problem.

Clearly, Green Feather had also thought of this. Heroes indeed attract each other and see things similarly.

But on the other hand, Jon didn't do this, which proved that he just wanted to use this incident to attack another candidate.

He even thought it was done by another candidate, but he had no evidence.

Right, the candidates are not fools, why would they want to be traitors who eat shit every day?

But their fighting like this is not good for Thalorian, why doesn't the king stop it?

Green Feather said that the king has been reclusive in recent years, what is he doing?

Playing hide and seek with his thousand wives every day?

While he was thinking, another jailer came in.

With a clatter, he opened the cell door and politely said, "Mr. Rode, the Supreme Council invites you to meet the king."

------Author's Note------

Sorry, I had a fever and the update was a few minutes late.... I've already had a nucleic acid test, it's not COVID-19, Wuhan is pretty good here, thank you for your concern, I can update normally tomorrow when the fever subsides.