The messenger of the Duke of Rick was speaking in the parliament, and with his superb eloquence and poetic rhyme, he obviously received a lot of approval.

"A farmer walking through the fields with pointed shoes. Aren't he afraid of spraining his ankle?" The congressmen were amused.

"A businessman's wife was dressed in silk and satin, dressed like a castle hostess, swaying across the city. Is her husband waving his sword at the enemy? No, that good gentleman was fighting the books full of tables."

"Good words!", "Brandt is a gem!" The nobles clapped and clapped, especially those whose clothes were older.

"Oh, the noble baron probably forgot the time and thought we lived in ancient times." "Doesn't the farmers, merchants pay taxes, and the knights use mops to fight?" The MPs from the civilian class were sarcastic and used very mean words.

The two factions refused to give in to each other, and their faces were red and their necks were thick, and the parliament became a conspiring suburban market.

"Order! Order, gentlemen!" The speaker's wooden hammer hit the copper base.

The noisy environment had little impact on the emperor. His thoughts drifted away and returned to a long time ago. His father and brother were still there, leading a large army to fight called the "Dragon War". He was left as a regent. The emperor remembered every detail. That day, fallen leaves covered the road in front of the palace. The guards supported a group of people wrapped in bandages and dirty armor and broke in, bringing back the news of the emperor and the prince's death.

The throne that did not belong to him became cold and trembling. He trembled involuntarily, gritted his teeth and grabbed the handrail and stood up, stretched his fingers towards the warrior who had survived the disaster, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.'The emperor and his heirs were all dead, my father and brother were dead! Do you have the face to come back alive?'The queen, who sat side by side, grabbed his arm with great strength, and his nails were trapped in the flesh: "No matter what you want to do, don't kill the messenger, the brave should be rewarded." The mother's face was as white as paper, and all her strength was concentrated on his arm, as if the drowning man grabbed a piece of wood.

Among the soldiers who reported the news was Lyon Wood. That year, the emperor had just turned eighteen, and the future dragon-slaying hero Lyon was only fifteen years old.'As for Miss Christina?' The emperor could only estimate the age of the high elves,'At that time, wasn't over one hundred years old? The whole world of mankind is looking forward to this wedding, hoping to remind the negative elves who avoid the world not to forget the ancient covenant. As a result, alas.'

The Regent became the emperor, and his mother died of depression a few years later. He felt the sting of his arm again, 'Don't kill the messenger...'

"Your Majesty?" The Speaker whispered that his wig was not worn properly, covering half of his face on the left, and the Emperor almost laughed. "Barl Brandt, who was in the Rick-headed position, was finished." The Speaker was extravagant. Although the Emperor's thoughts were divergent, it did not affect his attendance.

The small wooden hammer sounded again, and the bustling hall quieted down.

"Gentlemen, the first proposal to adjust the tax rate of the bride merchant and the "Ultra-ban order" submitted by His Excellency Goodwin Rick, will vote after the adjournment."

During the voting period, the emperor had to avoid being stressed by the parliamentarian. He came to the terrace of the parliament, took the pipe offered by the maid, and took a hard breath. Baron Brandt followed, and the emperor slowly spit out the smoke rings, and the superiors did not need to speak first.

"Brant of Rick's neck, I've seen His Majesty." The emperor stretched out his hand, and the baron knelt on one knee, touching his ring with his lips.

"Your lord is very ill." The emperor did not ask back, but just made a statement.

"Please forgive me for your Majesty. The Duke was unfortunately caught in the wind during his hunting and could not travel long distances." Brandt looked apologetic, as if he was the Duke himself. "Your Excellency has entrusted me his right to vote."

"So you are a messenger?" He took another breath and knocked his pipe on the potted plant. He walked to the edge of the terrace, and there were several pictorial vendors standing in the square.

"Maybe the spokesperson's statement is better, Your Majesty." Brandt followed his steps," and there were two thousand spearmen and five hundred cavalrymen who came with me."

"At the time, in front of tens of thousands of citizens, your duke was the first to ask for a war. "The emperor snorted," the war had been fought for two years, and his soldiers were late, and there was only so much that no knight led the team."

"Your Majesty, please understand that without a salary, the knights can only serve for forty-five days. And although there is no knight leading the team this time, they are all elite soldiers led by the Duke. The Duke has already paid out of his own pocket and paid their salary for half a year in advance."

"Go and tell your Duke that the government has enough money and ask him to send all the people. I want heavy armored cavalry, I want the Spurs knights! Not a group of prisoners! I heard that you didn't even give these people armor! You are so smart, you saved all the money you hired for executioners."

Baron Brandt respectfully waited for the emperor to vent his feelings before he spoke again: "Your Majesty, in fact, the Duke is not unwilling to share the worries of the country. Unfortunately, the income of the territory depends on the elf silk transported from the sea. If silk is used to send silk to the nobles and civilians to wear local cloth, everyone will be happy. But since Your Majesty proposed to increase taxes, some people in the cloth merchants have threatened to restart local silk to make up for the losses. If they really make it happen, who would buy expensive imported goods? The Duke can only prepare for the future and save expenses, so the military affairs..."

The emperor refused to comment and waited for the baron to show his trump card.

"The Duke asked His Majesty to instruct those civil servants to support the "Updated Extravagance Order" in the voting. As long as the civilians are restricted, they are not allowed to wear fancy clothes for pursuing vanity and blindly pursue imitations, so that adults will not be with them, the market will stabilize, and the sales of maritime silk will be guaranteed."

"If it can be done, Lord Goodwin will join forces with the nobles of the two dukes to vote to increase taxes on the Buns. The five thousand heavy armored cavalry, ten thousand infantry and the same number of archers led by his eldest son, Knight Geralt, were ready to go and ready to support the front line at any time. Lord Goodwin will also bear all the expenses of his own army. "Brant is good at temptation.

'In order to raise military expenses, I pawned my wife's dowry. Although the Prime Minister submitted a proposal to increase taxes on the cloth merchants, the damn cloth merchant guild mobilized the entire merchant class and mobilized relations to buy the MPs. If the Duke's support was not supported by the group of foreign nobles, the proposal would probably not be passed.'

The choice was made easily. The emperor did not leave to listen to the speaker's votes and jumped onto the carriage back to the palace excitedly. With new taxes, he no longer had to pay out of his own pocket, and the queen's jewelry could be redeemed. Victoria's birthday is coming soon, which father doesn't want to surprise his daughter?

There were many sacrifices this time, with sixty-six.'Tsk, sacrifices?'Zach hates similar statements. Human blood and soul are just materials to open the door to the lower world, and magic is not made out of nothing. The dragon likes lambs covered with honey, and the blood of innocent people is the devil's favorite.

The number of victims was too many, and the anesthetics were not enough, and the dilution effect was greatly reduced. Some prisoners twisted and twisted on the wooden stand, making faint screams. Sister Maya and her sisters checked the stability of the stand one by one, and mocked the sacrifices and enjoyed the pain of others.

The mage carved the spell hard, and the ground in the cliff cave was very hard. He kept wiping his sweat. The lineup of the demons must not be incorrect at all, otherwise the demon would kill all the summoners before the contract was completed. "...Zach", a faint voice called his name. The mage raised his head strangely and looked around. The blood relatives were indulged in the fun of observing the prisoners' struggle, and no one spoke. He used a dagger to engrave several words, and it was almost done. "...Zach." The human language exposed the voice actor. Now he saw clearly that the girl Moli, who had served him, was hung upside down on the wooden rack and looked at him with his head down.

The effect of the anesthetic and blood flowed all to the head made the girl's voice very weak. Even so, she was still insisting, and within the range of her body's ability to move, she turned her head to her younger brother tied to another wooden stand. The girl remembered that he was one of the few dark elves who were willing to talk to prisoners normally. The girl also remembered that Zach left her food many times so that she and her younger brother would not go hungry. He was not a bad person, right? The desperate girl begged the dark elves.

When she saw Zach stand up and walk towards her and her brother, the girl was ecstatic. If she hadn't been tied up, she would have hugged the dark elves.

The mage approached, and he muttered something, his fingers slashed up and down. After a while, all the sounds disappeared. The girl raised her head vigorously, and she saw the mage looking at her, her lips opened and closed again, but she couldn't hear a word. She tried to fight the effect of anesthetics, and she wanted to yell, but nothing but silence.

Moli cried silently, and she turned to look at her brother. The anesthetic played its role in the little boy. The younger brother's eyes were closed. Moli wanted to hold his brother's hand, but he had no strength. She turned around to find the dark elf. The mage walked back to the center of the ring, but his eyes had not left her.

Morley made his last effort: "I was eleven years old, my brother was only eleven!" No sound could be heard, and tears went down the corners of his eyes to the ends of his hair. A pair of small hands touched her chin, and a cold dagger pressed against the girl's throat. The hands pinched her face and forced her to turn her head.

Velna slowly cut open the girl's throat and watched her choke to death in a pool of blood. The dark elf woman turned to the little boy next to her, 'This is a sibling, so she always wanted to grab his hand. Humph, humans are really interesting.' The little boy's eyes were closed, which greatly reduced the fun of Velna wiping his neck.

The blood of the sixty-six victims dyed every mark on the ground red. The creatures that stepped out of the bone gate were extremely huge and filled the empty caves. It could not straighten its waist and could only squat down and talk to its summoner.

"Mortal, I am the general of the Prince of the Faceless, you can call me," the devil's mind popped up many names. It chose one with great evil taste, "Ange." 'Let those celestial creatures with wings on their backs and arrogant wings die! As long as the plan is successful, won't we become real gods?'

"As you wish,...Mr. Angel." Even the dark elves have a bottom line. But this is too luxurious for the fourth family on the run. Miss Ophelia is very pragmatic.

The goblin servants came, and they lowered their eyebrows and packed up the mess. Two goblins carried the wooden frame that tied Moli by Zach. The girl's once energetic face was left with only unwillingness and fear. Her unhappy eyes were staring at the ceiling. The old goblin who held the front of the wooden frame staggered, and Moli's face was tilted to one side, facing Zach. The dark elf had not had time to think, and his hand had reached to the girl, trying to close her eyes, and her eyelids were directly stuck to his hands. The girl was destined to never keep her eyes closed.

'Look, look!' Zach's eyes swept across Velna who was standing in the corner and smiling.'In a short time, I will be able to get rid of you madmen and live the life I want to live.' After the mage got the permission of his mistress, he hurriedly stepped back. He walked out of the cave and stood in the scorching sun, allowing the scorching light to spread all over his body.

'Eleven, my brother is only eleven.'How could the mage not understand lips? Zach understands every word of the girl. He opened his eyes to the sun, and a strong sense of dizziness knocked him to the ground, 'Why, why must it be her...'

"Mike, John, everyone is here to have a meal!" Ivy walked towards the wall with the pot. She could easily lift the heavy iron pot with one hand. But the life experience in the mortal world these days told her that an ordinary girl could not be very strong, so the succubus deliberately looked angry. When the militia on the wall saw her, they ran to help. Ivy enjoyed the man's short shout at her lady.

The militia consciously lined up in front of the cook, as if they were Captain Hank who saw them. Ivy smiled and took the bowl, and the spoon was put into the pot. His legs were weakened for no reason and he fell into it. The succubus fainted, and the fragrant stew splashed her all over.'They all rushed over, maybe they wanted to take the opportunity to eat me, right?'Ivy gradually lost consciousness, she felt her body lightening, and Mike picked her up and ran to the monastery in the town.

'It was Claire's face,' Ivy woke up from the nightmare of being eaten alive by the demon. The nun in the town took a towel to wipe her sweat. Seeing her awakening, Sister Claire smiled kindly and told her to pay attention to rest. The old habits of the Abyss Demon Realm and the consideration of humans made the succubus feel at a loss. She didn't know how to respond, so she could only nod a clumsy nod.

The nun held the statue of the Virgin, chanted the prayer in a low voice, and kissed Ivy on the head. She was surprised that the girl began to sweat a lot again. 'Maybe it was overworking, right?' The nun was a kind person. She asked the girl to rest in bed again, gently closed the door, leaving Ivy alone.

The half-demon was glad that he finally got free from the vicious prayer, and his covered hands clenched his fists. If she hadn't understood that the other party had good intentions, she would have launched an attack. "I really can't stand these humans, especially nuns!"

Ivy closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep until she was sure that there was no one around the house. She got up, and her horns and skin wings broke out. The demon closed her eyes and entered meditation, allowing her consciousness to magnify infinitely, flew into the sky, passed through the grass, and went deep into the dull underground. In that familiar place, in a dark cave, she found the amazing and powerful tribe. The demon also noticed her and poked out the tentacles of consciousness at her. Ivy instantly regained her human appearance and interrupted the connection.

The girl sat back on the bed, picked up the pillow stuffed with straw, and looked sad. Her peaceful days ended here.

Note 1: The quoted parts in the text are the inner activities of the characters.
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