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Sigh, sigh and sigh. Since they came here, they saw the prime minister sighing. Moretti was a capable minister, but he has always been an emperor and a minister. Since ancient times, Moretti had no choice but to face such a king.

The king trusted him and Lucas, but his attitude and way of treating other nobles... it would be fine if he didn't say it.

"You don't have to be sad, sir." The black light that Yang Hai could see was getting brighter and brighter in the woman's eyes. "If the king hadn't ignored political affairs, you wouldn't have such a noble status in the kingdom, right? You are the hero of the kingdom."

"I would rather not be this hero." Moretti said with a frown: "If... if... if the country falls apart because of my departure... how can I be worthy of the instructions of the previous kings."

"But I like it," the woman wrapped her hands around the prime minister's neck, exhaling like a lantern: "I like my man who is a hero."

The prime minister smiled and accepted his wife's praise.

"Sir..." The woman stared at Moretti with blurred eyes: "I want you..."

The old prime minister showed an awkward look on his face: "Tiva, I'm old..."

"Even if it's a moment," the woman kissed the prime minister's forehead: "You are the hero of the kingdom and my hero!"

The prime minister caressed his wife's hair lovingly.

"You, don't mess with my old bones." Moretti said: "Let's rest, it's getting late."

"But sir..." The woman's eyes flashed: "This kingdom embodies your lifelong efforts. Have you ever thought about... taking it over!"

Replace it!

The wife's whisper sounded like thunder in Moretti's ears, and the old prime minister was stunned for a moment.

Have you ever thought about it...

Moretti narrowed his eyes.

Why didn't I think about it?

Moretti is also a very capable and ambitious person. Although he vowed to be loyal to Rahta, he was in an occasional moment, in the scorching sun and in the sky, in the quiet and unavoidable night, Moretti would suddenly want to know the feeling of becoming a king.

But his sanity is preventing him from doing so.

If his wife dared to say such words in normal times, Moretti would definitely scold her loudly and prohibit such topics.

But now he hasn't done so.

He just fell silent and pondered deeply about the thought that had flashed in his heart and was not worthy of being told to others.

The whisper of the evil spirit was like a key, opening the door of the wisely blocked, one by one, a secret and unknown moment. It passed by the eyes like film, and then fermented little by little, rising...

“It’s time for us to go to bed.”

In the end, the old prime minister did not scold his wife or answer her, but just said calmly.

Moretti had a dream.

In his dream, he picked up the crown that symbolized supreme power and put it on his head.

In the dream, the crown shines with purple light.

In the dream, he became king.

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Father Valentine's dream changed again.

This time, they appeared in the whistle pub where they first entered their dreams. They sat in a dark corner of the noisy pub, with no one near the table, and the five of them accompanied General Faroya in Mai to drink at the whistle pub.

Faroya has lived a pampered life for many years. Faced with such an environment, Yang Hai saw that all the oil stars left on the wine table were touched by the general's sleeves because of the laziness of the waiter. However, Faroya didn't care at all. He whistled to the waiter who was passing by.

No one recognized the soul of the king. Perhaps people did not think that the general would come to such a place.

"Are you surprised?" Faroya asked Yang Hai and the others with a smile: "This tavern existed when the city was built by Rahta. When I was a civilian boy, before the war began, I spent time here all day and night. My father said I was unpromising, and I knew that the crawling dancer's crotch was drunk all day and could never be a good farmer. Ha."

After a moment, a man who wrapped himself tightly, not only pulled up his hood, but also covered his veil, walked to their table and sat down.

"Are you an idiot?" Faroya grew up and looked at the person who came out: "Do you know that your outfit will make everyone look at us?"

"That's better than being recognized!"

As soon as the visitor opened his mouth, they all heard the sound - this was General Lucas.

"You are so stupid, don't you realize it yourself?" Faroya shook her head.

"Fuck!" Lucas cursed irritably: "Isn't it your fault for being so stupid? Aren't you going to break up with me? Besides, if there is anything you can't send a message, call me to this broken place and fuck me!"

"Speak quietly!" Faroya glared at him fiercely: "If the situation might not have been unusually serious, do you think I would contact you?"

Lucas glared at Faroa, and Faroa glared back without hesitation. In the end, Lucas breathed a short sigh and surrendered.

"Okay, you cheating guy." Lucas sighed helplessly: "What I owe you in my previous life, what are you going to do?"

"Do you remember the guy who was tried a few months ago?" Faroya said: "Sefron."

"That evil warlock?" Lucas was very surprised: "Why did he say that he has come? Didn't he die long ago?"

"Don't let the slut," Faroya said contemptly: "I'm not an evil warlock. My profession is a mage. Does the mage understand? Forget it, I guess you don't understand either. Anyway, you still remember this?"

"What the hell?"

"Don't you think that Sefron is a bit weird?" Faroya asked.

Lucas pondered for a moment and said, "You reminded me like this...it seems like this. But no matter what, he is dead."

"I suspect that the curse he put before his death has come true." Faroya threw a big bomb.

Lucas immediately shuddered. Until now, he still remembered the vicious look of the warlock Sefron before his death. If the curse came true...

"No! That guy is just talking nonsense!" Lucas stared at him: "That's a curse imposed on a country! If he really has such strong power, how could he be captured and executed by us?"

"It's really hard to say." Faroya took a sip of wine: "This Sefron is good at speaking. If he burns his life and gives his prayers to Evans, maybe the great sage will really respond to him."

"Evans!" Lucas opened his eyes wide: "Is it the madman who claims to be as great as a god and knows all the secrets in this world?"

"If I were you, I would call Evans cautiously." Faroya frowned: "In my opinion, that guy is not a simple lunatic. There are rumors that Evans walked out of our Kingdom of Lahta-"

"Haha, my father has never heard of this!" Lucas looked disdainfully: "So, wouldn't Evans be over two hundred years old?"

"Mortals may not be unable to live long." Faroya shook his head: "Many people believe in him and worship him. I think even if he is the clone of the evil god walking on earth, he must have very powerful power to gain so many faiths. Didn't you notice it? The lucky luck that day, after the rope was cut off, the rope did not tremble?"

"..." Lucas was stunned.

This is not the first time he has seen the execution of the hanging. In the moment when the prisoner was executed, the prisoner would not die immediately. When he was strangled, he would subconsciously struggle and tremble.

But as Faroya said, that day, Sefron did not move.

"If I guessed it right, Sefron chose to sacrifice his life and complete this spiritual art the moment before the hang was executed." Faroya said calmly.

"There is no basis for this speculation..." Lucas was a little moved, but he was still lucky.

"If it weren't for my yesterday's experience, I wouldn't have doubted it." Faroya took a sip of wine: "But something like that happened. I had to think about the worst. Father Valentine and I discussed it all night and felt that Sefron's curse might be the fuse that triggered it all."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Lucas stared at her eyes: "The information is too much man. What did you encounter yesterday, and who was Valentine?"

Faroya briefly described what he encountered.

"It's really a coincidence that I have to believe the only reasonable explanation." Faroya said: "I think that idiot was tempted by evil spirits. That idiot had a bottom line before. After Sefron died, he was shameless in doing things, and he became more cruel. I think you have some feelings."

Lucas fell silent.

What Faroya described is probably the fact, but it is too terrible that General Lucas could not accept it for a while.

"You said...what should I do?" Lucas asked tiredly, rubbing his head as if he was about to explode.

"We must find a way to get Father Valentine into the palace!" Faroya lowered his voice and said firmly: "He will find a way to check the idiot's condition! This must be done with your help."

Lucas blinked and looked at Faroya.

"So..." Lucas stuttered a little: "Are you okay between us...?"

"You think it's beautiful." Faroya grinned: "I came to you for help in order to fulfill my oath to protect this country. I'm very angry. If you don't show off, don't forgive you."

"Arrogant guy." Lucas rolled his eyes: "I will find a way to let that... Valentine sneak in. Don't cause trouble for me! If things are true... don't act rashly."

"Don't worry, Valentine is a professional." Faroya was very confident in the priest: "He insisted on verifying, and I don't think it was necessary to verify it at all. The king was already stupid enough. It would be impossible for him to become stupid without any external force, but he did such an impossible thing. You have to admire this guy."

Lucas shook his head, and there was no hope of reconciliation of the conflict between Faroa and the king in this life.
Chapter completed!