In order to facilitate Father Valentine's action, Marshal Lucas specially bought a ruined noble mansion in the inner city, and it was not in his own name. It was clean from the beginning and end, which was enough to confuse the public. Even if someone was interested in pursuing it, he would never be able to find out.

Under the cover of Marshal Lucas, Valentine successfully escaped from the palace, touched the alley near the mansion that Lucas had prepared, walked in through a disguised door on the wall of the mansion, and successfully disappeared in the imperial city.

Valentine walked into the room, and Faroya and Yang Hai were already waiting there. Faroya asked straight to the point: "What's the situation?"

"It was exactly the same as we expected." Father Valentine was soaked all over and looked a little embarrassed. He took a deep breath, and the divine fire ignited on his skin, and the moisture was quickly evaporated, but his clothes were intact.

"The Holy Light Spell is very interesting, but its attack power is a little less." Faroya glanced at it and commented.

"Can I feel the powerful elemental affinity in you. Have the general considered becoming a mage?" asked Father Valentine, "Your magical talent is quite rare."

"Magic is a symbol of heresy in this country. I don't want to fight against the gallows." General Faroya shrugged: "Besides, it's so good to cut people with a knife. Magic and other things are soft and unpleasant, I don't like it. Is the king seriously corroded?"

"The situation is worse than we imagined." Some concerns appeared in Valentine's expression: "I saw endless fear and darkness. The king did not realize that he was being controlled and eroded, but even in this case, the dark power on him was so powerful that my holy light could not penetrate. This is not something that ordinary evil spirits could do. Sefron's curse was very strong. This evil spirit was born in the king's soul fire. The king's malice and evil thoughts were too strong that the speed of this evil spirit grew far beyond my imagination. We might be in trouble."

The door was pushed open very roughly.

General Lucas walked in with a look of discomfort.

"Valentin!" Lucas yelled: "Do you have to make such a big noise? Do you know how much pressure I am now? The garrison troops in the city are looking for you - everyone is crazy. You said that such a test will not alarm the king!"

Lucas was really angry, he yelled at Valentine for a minute before stopping.

Valentine narrates what happened at that time very innocently.

Lucas covered his face and said "shenyin" weakly, not knowing whether he was ashamed or angry for the king.

"What should we do now?" Lucas rubbed his swollen temples: "Do you want to... kill him?"

In the end, Lucas's own voice also fell down. A day ago, he had a falling out with his good brother because of his support for the king. But in the blink of an eye, was he going to kill him? Lucas didn't know what he was in, but other than that, he didn't know what to do. The king was already controlled by evil spirits. If he allowed to continue under his rule, there would be no hope in the country. Such consequences were too serious, and Marshal Lucas could not deceive himself.

"This is a solution..." Valentine was interrupted by Faroya in half.

"No, the king cannot die now." Faroya said calmly: "If the king dies at this time, the entire kingdom will immediately fall into fear and turmoil, and the evil spirits will become stronger because of this, and perhaps we will never have the chance to destroy it again."

"But you can't let it go, it's absolutely not possible." Father Valentine shook his head and said, "The king is the beginning of all these disasters. As long as he is alive, the evil spirits will manipulate it to create more war and chaos. For us, this is chronic suicide, and it's better to fight."

"Try it?" Faluya sneered: "What are you trying to do? Do you use the lives of the people of the Lakhta Kingdom? We can't bear the risk of losing gambling."

"But we have no choice." Father Valentine stared into General Faroya's eyes: "If we gamble, it is possible to eliminate evil spirits; if we don't gamble, there will be no hope."

"I won't buy it if I say such things. Is this your professionalism?" Faroya glared at Valentine.

The priest lowered his head in shame.

"If I could use the oracle... maybe there would be hope..." Valentine whispered: "But I'm not strong enough..."

"Forget it." Faroya took a deep breath: "Strictly speaking, this matter has nothing to do with you. You are not a Rakhta."

Father Valentine wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start, so she had to remain silent.

I suddenly fell into embarrassment in the room.

Faroya snorted, got up and walked out.

Lucas, who had been silent all the time, suddenly woke up and asked, "Where are you going?"

"There is always a way, Lucas, there is no invincible existence in this world." Faroya walked out without looking back: "There is always a way."

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Although he encountered a thrilling "assassination", in general, this is a trivial matter and will not affect the good mood of His Majesty the great king.

After a daytime battle, surrounded by the royal guard of honor, His Majesty the King returned with a full load.

He hunted six rabbits, three turtledoes, a deer, and even a fierce wild boar. Although his guards fought bloody battles and blocked them in the process, and finally allowed His Majesty the King to complete the last arrow, no matter what, this always demonstrated His Majesty's courage, right?

"It seems that the properties of the Kingdom Forest are so abundant." His Majesty the King sighed: "That gift will make those hunters live very comfortable every day in the mountains. That guy Lucas is always worried about being too heavy in the military service. I think this is nothing at all."

The nobles next to them were amused by this cold joke and praised His Majesty for his wisdom.

Because I had too much fun, on the way back, the sunset was over, the moon rose, and the hunting team slowly moved forward under the stars, and even aristocrats barbecued meat on the cart to the king.

In the end, the team returning to the city was stopped by the prime minister.

His Majesty the King was feeding the beauty in the carriage, and was in great interest. The guards reported to him about Moretti's arrival. His Majesty immediately felt a basin of cold water pouring down. Moretti has always been a good player to destroy the atmosphere, and it would be no good if he set his sight on him. But at such an old age, he must have important things to report to the city. The king still understands this.

So Lotha III reluctantly asked the beauties around him to retreat and asked the guards to bring the prime minister in to discuss the matter.

"See Your Majesty." Moretti saluted.

Lothar III waved impatiently.

"Uncle Moretti, what's the matter? You want to leave the city and tell me?" Lothar III asked listlessly.

Moretti did not answer, but looked straight at the king, his eyes dispersed and unconscious.

"...Uncle Moretti?" Lothar III felt something was wrong.

"Lentillo," Moretti's lips twitched, and he called out softly the king's name: "Promise me, promise me to be a good king. Stop doing those ridiculous things, your father has high hopes for you, and he stares at you in heaven-"

"What do you mean!" Lothar III interrupted Moretti impatiently: "Are you sick? Come here to preach to me! What's wrong with you?"

Moretti's eyes gradually came back to his senses.

"Lentillo..." The old prime minister closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed: "This is what you asked for."

The king was about to say something, but the old prime minister suddenly took a step forward. In the king's horrified and incredible gaze, he pressed him on the couch, strangled his throat with one hand, and picked up the soft pillow with the other, and pressed it on the king's nose.

The king struggled violently, trying to call for help, but his legs kicked, but Lothar III had been addicted to alcohol and sex for a long time, his strength was mediocre, and he was no match for the old prime minister at all.

Soon, the king's struggle became increasingly powerless.

"I gave you a chance." The prime minister's eyes were covered with blood and his expression was crazy: "As long as you promised me just now, I will let you go, you are asking for your own fault! I will not let the former kings be shamed, and I will not let Rahta decay in your hands. Go with confidence, go to heaven, remember to tell your father that Moretti did not disappoint his instructions. I will become the new king, Rahta, and eventually put his flag in every corner of the continent. Go with confidence, my child. My good child!"

The king's last strength was also lost from his body.

After doing all this, the prime minister sat in the carriage, took out the crown from his arms, rubbed the gems on it, and put them on his head.

"Good boy, you can't die yet." Moretti licked his lips: "That guy Lucas will go crazy, Faroya is also a variable, you have to live."

As he said that, Moretti tore a scroll open.

The rune's power shone, and the king's body began to squirm, and then soon stood up mechanically.

"Do things according to your habits during your lifetime," Moretti ordered.

"Yes, master." The corpse puppet replied without any emotion.

Moretti smiled with satisfaction. He pulled open the curtain, looked at the earth covered by the moon outside, and listened to the gust of the carriage wheels, everything was so satisfying.

From now on, this kingdom will be ruled by him. As long as he kills Lucas and Faroa, two guys who block the way, no one in this kingdom can resist his rule. At that time, the king, the flesh and blood puppet, will no longer exist, and he... can also wear the crown openly and justly.

What a pity, now, the time has not come.

Moretti took the crown from his head and put it in the king's arms.

"Be careful, don't break it."
Chapter completed!