Lloyd Creggie Valente!

The master of the supreme kingdom of Stoke, the master of the Valente Palace.

Since Lloyd ascended the throne, the Kingdom of Stock has recreated the glory of a powerful country that was once buried in the long river of history. The iron-blooded politics, coupled with the support of the meritorious nobles, this Valent V, who was in his prime, launched the reform of the kingdom from the inside out, the prosperity of the economy, and the growth of military power, and his hideous fangs appeared and appeared.

However, all changes were in the eyes of the Ailan Faluo Empire. The flying eagle was not allowed to run away from its mouth, and the empire's force of conquest began.

An undeterminate destiny weaves a gorgeous music.

The violet blooming on the blood stings the eagle's claws with its thorny flower stems, and even stroked across the body along its glossy feathers, leaving deep marks.

Then, Valent V's reputation shocked the northern region of the continent of Karadimos, and even the legendary crown prince had to lower his eyebrows in front of him.

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The dull light shone through the wrinkled face of the old man, and there was endless lament in his muddy eyes. His trembling hands reached forward, hoping to open the curtain woven from blood-colored spider silk.

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

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

In that flesh-and-blooded war, countless soldiers fought endlessly, countless nobles shed blood of glory, and His Majesty Lloyd also paid something that ordinary people could not imagine.

Wow!

The golden and red curtains slid to both sides, and the gloomy weather and depressing atmosphere covered Limontanelu at this moment.

Lloyd looked at the view in his sight silently, and his pale face turned red and said tremblingly: "But someone seems to have forgotten my name!?"

"Abyss, temples, have these guys started to act openly in Limontanelu? Especially the dirty and shameless guys in the abyss, they would not rashly join this cake-dividing banquet without enough benefits."

Cough cough! Cough cough! Cough cough!

A violent cough sounded, as if he had said too much in one breath, Lloyd couldn't help but cover his mouth and coughed dryly.

Putting down his arm, Lloyd saw bloodshots flowing through the gaps of his fingers, dyeing his palms red and his white sleeves red.

Jasper lowered his eyelids, ignored the bright blood stain, and replied respectfully: "Yes, just last night, the guy Scripps, in the shadow face, forced his attack with the devil's blood as the coordinates of the world, and finally returned in vain."

"Oh? Who is the target?" Lloyd raised his eyebrows slightly, gently wiped off the blood in his palm, turned his head to look at Jasper, and a hint of interest appeared in his muddy eyes.

"Modrian Perris is the second son of Brook, a very good baron of power, and his territory is near the Renver Mountains." Jasper had already investigated Modrian's background, and at the end of the report, such a sentence was recorded.

"There is a high probability that a legendary crown prince will stand behind him."

"Huh?" Lloyd said in surprise, as if he had recalled something, frowned and thought, and slowly spoke: "Is it the one Guy recommended more than two years ago?"

"Yes." Jasper replied, and he also had some impression of this, saying that he was to wipe out many wolf thieves in the north of the kingdom. In fact, according to the investigation, it was a conflict and hatred caused by the Jeffrey family.

"However, according to the information source, it seems that His Highness Guy is in harmony, and the two have basically not contacted each other after entering Limontanelu."

Upon hearing this, Lloyd fell into silence, his turbid eyes gradually became clear, and some memories of Guy poured into his mind with his thoughts, connecting the emotions he thought had disappeared.

"Ha, it's really ironic to have this kind of emotion before the end of life." Lloyd looked at Limontanelu under the gloomy sky and said mockingly.

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

Lloyd turned slightly and stared at the old friend in front of him. Since he became His Highness, he has always followed Jasper beside him.

"Sending all the members of the Yinhua and the Dark Eclipse, I hope to control any movements in Limontanelu before the noble parliament was held."

"In addition, an order was issued, Guy left the door of sorrow privately and was suspended for four days!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The dim glow sprinkled, and Jasper seemed to fall into darkness. A black and white dress appeared in the void, with traces of golden patterns embellishing the shadows.

Four days of confinement means that His Highness Guy has lost the opportunity to join the noble parliament. Those few followers and speculators will be thoroughly cleaned up by hidden opponents at that moment (three days later, the noble parliament will be officially convened.)

"This is my kingdom!" Lloyd gasped, his clear eyes seemed to soak in the space. Looking down from the distant sky, he could see the vast territory of the Kingdom of Stoke.

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

"But I, Lloyd Craggie Valent, are still the king of the Kingdom of Stock, and no one dares to reject my will."

Lloyd lowered his eyes and saw himself as if he had withered from the smooth and neat marble floor. A cold smile spread from the corner of his mouth to the wrinkled face, and slightly pulled out a illusory shadow of a beast.

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Limontanlu, slum.

Compared with the bustling commercial areas and the quiet and elegant aristocratic areas, it is filled with an unpleasant stench. Discarded garbage can be seen everywhere in the dirty alleys, and numb people lying on the roadside. The empty eyes are colorless, and ordinary life has long lost hope.

These poor people beg for life every day like puppets. Even if hunger devours their bodies, they remain indifferent, waiting for the next portion of food that kind-hearted people have left behind.

Someone was cleaned and washed with a dilapidated courtyard, with thick black cloth hanging on the corners, surrounding the walls of the room, and the gloomy and dim light penetrated into it, revealing a strange and unpredictable scene.

In the center of the courtyard is a square altar. The faint blazing white flame spreads heat around with a hint of burning heat. The overflowing temperature dispels the cold and washes the air like a fire wave.

Under the altar are hundreds of men in black robes. They are standing in a mess, with their black hood covering their faces, silent and silent. Only the twisted two-headed snake ring on their left hand seems to be able to illustrate their identity. In a vaguely, the red snake core is swallowing and spitting out black mist.
Chapter completed!