The color of memories appeared on Lloyd's wrinkled face, which was a beautiful memory buried in his heart, all Guy's memories from birth to adulthood.

"The Kingdom of Stoke has regained its glory in my hands, and has also fallen into decay in my hands!"

"When those who are rotten want to approach you, I have to drive you to the Gate of Sorrow, at least the forces that exist there will not easily cause you to be surrounded by decay."

"I don't care if you hate me, and if you blame me!"

"Because from tonight, you will bear another pressure!" Lloyd stopped in front of the door, leaning against the post, gasping violently, his thin body trembled.

He wanted to continue moving forward, walked to the palace gate, and took another look at his own kingdom and his own sky. Unfortunately, the ruthless time and the roots of decay deprived him of too much.

"Care the father!"

"Brother Kill!"

"This will be your reputation for your lifelong stay!"

The cold words suddenly exploded in the frost breath, roaring in Guy's ears. Even though he had thought about it, his father said it calmly in front of him, and he felt a silent pressure gathering from all around, and a terrifying suffocation came.

"Also, remember to keep in mind, don't trust anyone easily!"

"A king should be cold-blooded and ruthless!"

Lloyd finally turned his head slightly and looked at Guy in the ice coffin. A trace of sorrow was revealed in his domineering and indifferentness. Then the candle-like breath of life suddenly faded!

I hope it can be done in your hands!

Valent V, Lloyd Creggie Valente, led the Kingdom of Stoke to win the Patriotic War and return to the once glorious emperor, in the Palace of St. Bernard...

Died!

A shadow flashed in the cold winter field and finally gently supported the thin and weak body before Lloyd fell.

Jasper lowered his eyes and stared at the eyes that had not yet closed their eyes. His hideous expression was revealed, full of domineeringness and iron blood.

The wind and rain have blown the lights and candles, and the embrace of the past is the past!

The emperor fell here, no one saw him off, leaving only a proud and unwilling look.

Picking Lloyd's body horizontally, Jasper was speechless and walked slowly along the bright red carpet. He walked the imperial road he had first walked again after his death, which was repeated with the scene in his memory, but the youth who once soared into the sky would never see him again.

After crossing the golden staircases made of glazed glass, crossing the white jade guardrail with exquisite patterns, he finally walked to the purple-gold seat.

Jasper lowered Lloyd's cold and stiff body, then carefully tidied down his messy hair and wrinkled clothes.

"Jaspa Quilty, please send your Majesty!" A gentle whisper sounded, and Jaspa knelt on one knee, his dark brown eyes filled with sadness.

Tat! Tat!

A dull footstep came from the door, Jasper slowly stood up, his eyes paused slightly on Guy in the ice coffin, and then looked at the source of the sound.

"Dakama, you shouldn't come in!"

Chih!

Under the dim light, in the cold winter field, a trace of shadow spread like sharp arrows, and instantly invaded Dakama, turning into sharp black daggers.

"Under the crown of Jasper, I will guard His Highness Guy at the order of His Majesty Lloyd!" Duke Dhakama put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly. The steel armor reflected the blue and black color.

"I am very sad about His Majesty Lloyd's death, but it's not yet a moment of sadness, and there are so many things we need to do!"

The black dagger shattered, and then Jasper's figure appeared in front of the Duke of Dhakama, his cold eyes staring at the burly and tall body.

"You are not needed here anymore. I will protect His Highness Guy!"

"You should return to your duty and lead the Violet Guards to close Limontanelu, and the cleansing operation is about to begin!"

"Follow your will!" said the Duke of Dhakama respectfully. "It is just that for the cleaning action, I suggest that you can postpone it!"

As soon as the words fell, a cold gaze stinged Dhakama's skin slightly, and the fear of death emerged in his heart at that moment.

"We should protect His Highness Guy's safety now, at least, we cannot be sure whether the rotten nobles have their cards yet to be exposed."

"So, everything should be decided until His Highness Guy wakes up!"

The frost drifted away, the chill was blowing, and the silent atmosphere lingered.

"As you said!" Jasper's eyes loosened slightly and said coldly. "The position of the king has been set. According to His Majesty Lloyd's arrangement, I will give them some small gifts first."

"At that time, I hope the Violet Guards can stabilize the situation in Limontanlu!"

"Ha, it won't disappoint Jasper!" Duke Dhakama grinned, and the giant sword carrying his left shoulder trembled, as if he was extremely excited. He comforted him while leaving the St. Bernard Palace.

Crunch!

Seeing Dhakama's burly figure disappearing from the door, Jasper stood still, until the neat footsteps outside the palace left, he turned to look at the coffin of Hanbing. Guy's handsome and fair face was full of pain, as if he was enduring something.

Some things are not that they cannot be chosen, but that they are already destined!

“Execute the plan and get rid of the goal!”

The whispers passed, the shadows inside the palace gradually faded, and the dizzy magic lights still shone on the clear and crystal coffin.

………………………………………

Time is pushing forward a little, and when Ogster releases the legendary spell, the slight fluctuation attracts the attention of everyone in the Violet Mage Tower.

The subtle wave of magic energy affected the purple defense array. The sudden heavy rain fell on the transparent defense cover and splashed clearly visible ripples.

"Are you trying to stop me?" Craggie looked at the two people in front of her with a uncertain expression. Crazy ripples filled the air and a faint mist rose.

Upon hearing this, Du Bois spread his hands and his eyes fell on Moira. According to the signed employment contract, he wanted to accept Moira's command.

"Sorry, teacher, I don't want to do this either, but the family has orders, and I can't violate it!" Moira said softly, her tone full of apology. Even so, a hint of chill lingered in the top tower.

The legendary road is not easy to walk, and the help of some assistive things can help her avoid many detours. This time, she will fight against her teacher, and perhaps the subsequent explanation will give her the opportunity to repair her.

"It seems that Ogster, the Frost Whisperer, has made a promise. Is it about the law?" Craggie looked at her former apprentice and sighed.

"So what confidence is it? You dare to stop me in my mage tower? Let me see, Moira, your strength!"

The turbulent spell energy suddenly surged, as if it was causing a wave of waves. A dark purple sky-high light teared open the rainy sky, making it clear to everyone in Limontane.
Chapter completed!