"Your Highness——"

"No need to follow me, I'm a little tired, and I'm ready to go back and rest."

Batuo refused to return to the hall from the back hall, and politely refused the retention of several nobles. He turned his head and looked at Yituni, who was holding a wine glass toast to him, snorted coldly, took the cloak from the waiter, and walked straight out of the gate as soon as he covered his body. The guards around him came to escort it, and he waved his hand to open it. The cool night wind blew on his drunken face, rode on his mount, turned around, and looked back at the brightly lit palace. There was a cold cold between his eyebrows.

"Why, I made such a great contribution to save the subjects of this country from disaster, but I did not give the throne to me..."

The sound of gritting teeth squeezed out of the teeth. Batuo stared at the second brother who was also walking out of the palace. He snorted coldly, turned the reins, and left with his cavalry under his command.

On the winding stone steps of the palace, Ituni stood on the edge with his hands in his arms, looking at his brothers who were heading far away, his eyes narrowed.

"I left so quickly, I don't know what he and my father said in the apse. Now that he has made such a great contribution, it seems that the throne is his."

After standing for a while, looking back at the palace, he had no intention of continuing to attend the banquet. He returned to the waiting car and waved his hand: "Go back."

After leaving the palace, Huishui City was still in a craze of defeating corpse ghouls. A sexy-clad girl stood by the street and took dance steps to attract guests. She was steaming with all kinds of snacks that she could only see at night. The steam was steaming. Yituni's convoy passed by the other street. She was originally sitting at the intersection of the street. The figure of a stall paid, got up and walked into the alley not far away. The black bird on her shoulder flew out at this time.

Adjacent long street.

On the spacious road, there were relatively few pedestrians. The rolling shaft drove over, and the magic lamp hanging on the corner of the car was shaking. At a nearby alley, in the darkness, a figure was rushing out silently from inside. He suddenly lit up under his feet, and the rock-paved ground exploded instantly, and his body shot like a cannonball.

Before the soldiers in the imperial carriage could react, they collided with the rushing figure, and rolled up the carriage. When they fell to the ground, Ituni, who heard the movement in the carriage, opened the door: "What happened..."

What caught his eye was a strange face. He almost instinctively went to close the door, stretched out a palm, grabbed him, and sat in together.

The carriage that lost the driver gradually stopped, and the cavalry that reacted from behind surrounded him. In the carriage, Yituni, who was pushed in, rolled in twice, struggled in a mess, and hurriedly waved at the attacker opposite him with both hands.

"I know who is the one who really attacked your kingdom?!"

The fist wearing black gloves stopped from the tip of his nose, and the closed space blew strong wind, which made Yituni's face undulate and undulate, and the long hair on his shawl was also stroking violently backwards.

Yituni swallowed, feeling a warm gushing out of his nostrils, but at this moment he didn't dare to move, just staring at the figure in the opposite side of him wearing a cloak and half of his face exposed under the shadow of the hood.

After a moment, I heard the other party speak in weird Tedria.

"What did you just say?"

"I... I know... you did the ghoul..." Yituniko's resignation was uneasy when he was stared at by the other party with one eye. He waved his hand to shout at the cavalry coming from outside, "Everyone retreats, I'm fine!"

The sound of hoofs on the street gradually stopped. Ituni, who was covered in cold sweat, saw that the other party had no intention of taking action, quickly turned his mind and organized his language.

"The royal family has ruled this country for fifteen generations, and nothing like this has ever happened. As soon as you appear, I guessed it was related to the corpse ghosts outside. With the death of the crown prince, it is not difficult to think that you are from the world he conquered..."

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly became weaker: "......You are here to take revenge, right?"

Under the hood, Xia Yi nodded slightly. He didn't deny what the other party said. He reached out with his gloves, twisted the other party's collar, and pulled it in front of him.

"Tell me, what did you mean just now? Tell me, maybe, I can give you a big gift?"

“How old?”

"Is the throne big enough?"

Hearing this sentence, Yituni's chest was undulating violently, his fingers pinched the corner of the robe and squeezed it, and a layer of cold sweat oozed, but he finally made a decision.

He nodded: "I hope you keep your promise."

In fact, it is not difficult for Yituni to tell Xia Yi's identity. The Imperial Family of the Dark Qi has ruled here for many years. People on this land live a good life by absorbing the nutrients of the Southern Continent. Even those without a job can live well. People from the Southern Continent cannot enter here at all, so it is impossible for assassination to occur.

The only thing that hatred is the brother Artoli. Anqi, who had just confirmed the news of his death, was a foreign land of conquest. His death showed that the conquest failed, so it makes sense that the other party used the space node to seek revenge.

"...I don't know what Artoli did to your world, but I know that the worlds he conquered usually only remain destructive."

Xia Yi's skin under her right eye twitched slightly, and her voice was squeezed out in a low voice: "Continue."

"He is not only the crown prince of this country, but also the servant of the Temple of Glash. The upper country relies on their rule of the north and south continents, and those who are appointed as crown princes will become servants of the temple and do their work for them."

"What you do is to destroy other worlds?"

"No... It seems to be snatching something from the foreign land and offering it to the supreme god Glash. Artori went to the temple once before he went to the expedition of your world. If I guess correctly, he was summoned by the gods and entrusted his mission..."

"No need to say more."

Xia Yi interrupted his continued words, his eyes cold: "How to get to that place?"

"Just on the top of Kakaromodo Mountain behind Hui Falls, people cannot get up, and even birds cannot get up. There are inscriptions and spells forbidden air. Only the crown prince and the emperor have links to the teleportation nodes there. Of course, it is OK if you want to walk up, but you have to pass through several guarded temples... Is the transaction valid?"

"You are very skilled in redirecting hatred."

Xia Yi patted his face, "Don't worry, what I promised you will do naturally. It won't take long to get the throne, and the deal may be reached tonight. By the way, is your son?"

"???" Yituni was suddenly changed to the topic and was stunned. He didn't know how to answer. Maybe the other party was not relieved, so he wanted to threaten his family. He nodded: "I have two children, both of them are very strong."

"Well, it's okay, just wait for good news."

Xia Yi suddenly smiled at him, turned around and opened the door, and threw it into the darkness. Yituni rushed out quickly, stood in the car and caught up. Looking at the dim street scene, the figure actually ran on the wall, and disappeared from the roof of the room several times.

"Your Highness!" the guard officer called in a low voice.

The prince, who was standing in the car, shook his hand, "No need to chase, I am just a friend, no need to chase..."

He repeated, and said, "Go back."

The convoy set off again and left. At the top of the building that was leaving, the cloak was gently stroking in the wind and raised it. Xia Yi stepped on the edge of the rooftop with one foot, looking indifferently at the convoy passing through the long street.

"Even if it's not the culprit, it's the executioner... I really think I'll let you go?"

The plan at the beginning was to kill one and stir up the chaos in the city and take the opportunity to enter the palace, but after hearing the other party's words and ambitions, Xia Yi changed his approach.

Anyway, it’s all about killing people, but the methods of killing are different. As for the real culprit... Xia Yi raised his head and looked at the outline of the huge mountain lurking in the darkness to the north of the city.

"I'll come to you with you..."

The night wind whimpered over the city. After the night, Hui Waterfall City gradually became quiet. It was located in the official residence near the palace. The wind ran through the corridor outside.

The light of the light was reflected on the window as the shadow of a man. He raised his arms and suddenly smashed a wine glass to the ground. The fragments splashed and bounced to the feet of a man, and his remaining strength was endless.

"Ha... I can command troops, fight wars, and I just rescued this country... I treat me like this... I was filial in the past... Why didn't I pass the throne to me!!"

The drunk figure pinched the heavy round table with both hands and overturned it with a bang. The fruits and exquisite desserts were scattered all over the floor.

"I'm a prince too-"

Batuo roared, shaking his feet to stand up, and when he pushed open the door and was about to leave, his steps suddenly stopped, his body was fixed in place, and he seemed to hear something in his ears. His drunken face slightly turned, looking to the direction of the arsenal.

Immediately.

He stepped forward and stumbled towards the other side. Someone came to support him in the middle, but he shouted and scolded him: "Let me leave, I don't want to see anyone!!"

The drunken red eyes glared at the guards around him, then pressed against the heavy iron gate of the arsenal, and pushed forward with both arms. The heavy metal rubbed against the ground, and the gate of the arsenal opened.

Batuo walked in, his eyes swept across the dim magic lamp. His eyes were on a weapon display stand in front of him, and a wooden box was quietly placed there. The spoils he had obtained from the man who had repelled before was placed in it.

The door slowly closed at some point, and the arsenal became extremely quiet.

In Batuo's hazy drunken eyes, he vaguely saw a trace of cold air coming out of the ground under his feet, and the white gas surrounds him like life.

"...... Pick it up, defend your glory, protect your home... Young prince... You need to treat it fairly, only you... can deserve that throne."

“Pick it up….”

“……You will become immortal.”

The wooden box opened, and the dark blue flames burned in the hollow skeleton's eyes, illuminating Batu's face. At one moment, he stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword.

Darkness breeds.
Chapter completed!