old dream

Chapter 409
It is roughly estimated that there are about 800 jesters who have been kept by Edmund over the years.

More than 100 of them have died, half of them were executed, and the other half died of injuries caused by the performance.Another 120 people were exiled, but at the same time, there were also 16 people who had been extremely powerful ministers.

Among all the jesters, there are about 370 still living in the city of Danaro.

There are simply too many goals.

It can be said that the Grand Duke has raised the vital points of the city for himself.

Around the end of March, news began to circulate among Danalo's court jesters that the undead of Vanus were carrying out executions everywhere.Many people couldn't help thinking that if the general who killed the most people really came back, there might not be many living people left in the Garden Palace.With the recent rumors getting more and more wrong, many favored jesters left Danaro overnight, and some moved to the outskirts of the city.But more people behaved indifferently, watching as if it had nothing to do with them.

Poverty has made them numb, and they have long since lost the spirit they had when they first entered the court.Many of these spectators may have been brilliant for a short time, or even acted like a real master, but the end result is similar.Because of aging or injury, because of the degradation of skills, it is now a problem to even survive.If there are really any undead of General Vanus in the world, then kill them as soon as you want.

However, Nancy did not choose them who were slaughtered in the slums. Instead, she went to the outskirts of the city and found those noble people who were more afraid of death.The target was carefully selected by the night folks, a dwarf dealer.Dwarves were prevalent in the palace more than ten years ago. After the local dwarf patients in the principality were exhausted, this well-informed trader began to artificially manufacture dwarfs.There is nothing difficult to think about in the process, just put the developing children in a small container and raise them up.But with this skill, he became the most popular figure in Danaro at that time.

But this was a long time ago. In recent years, the Grand Duke prefers to stay in the big theater to watch plays. He is tired of those deformed dwarves who cannot dance or sing. The merchant has naturally fallen out of favor, but The property earned in those years is still enough for him to live a good life.

So after hearing the rumors of the general's dead soul, he immediately moved to a suburb far away from the palace with a chill down his spine, and thus became Nancy's best target.As a jester who has been out of favor for many years, he certainly can't get much decent protection from the ninth game or the theater.The bodyguards hired by spending a lot of money are just a few charlatans pretending to be tricks.Getting in touch with the elite circles of the principality did allow him to step into the hidden side of this world with half a foot, but in the end it was only half a foot.

On the night of April 33, Nancy executed the already aged dwarf trader.He knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty, and then Nancy beheaded him with the general's sword.Other than that, there is nothing worth mentioning about tonight's process. After the tragic decisive victory in the Metropolitan Theater, the rest seemed to be just a dull ending.

Nancy waved off the blood stains on the general's sword and put it back into the sheath.Then she turned her head slightly and looked towards the northwest wall of the mansion.

Behind the wall, is the direction of the Garden Palace.

All the conditions for the theater ceremony have been fulfilled at this time.

This assassination is destined to become history, but Nancy's name will not appear in any version of records in later generations.

At this moment, her consciousness itself has become a ritual space, linking the two originally unrelated material worlds, the Red River Valley and the present world.

For nearly a millennium, the Dream of the Red Valley is meeting its end.The world-scale decay of ether caused countless redstones to precipitate from the space, dyeing all the rock formations and rivers transparent red, as if blood was flowing from the whole body of the master, pouring from the edge of the end of the world into the meaningless void Go down and can't stop anymore.

It is there that the Yemen built their dream capital, Yuanxing.

At the same time as the dwarf trader died, a big red river combed by distant stars had become fuel, quietly connecting into the ritual space in Nancy's consciousness.

Human intentions seem to be such a heavy burden to bear, and Nancy felt a slight tingle on her forehead.She touched the bottom of her nose with her hand and found that her fingertips were slightly bloody.

But the theatrical ceremony imitating the past of General Sylvanus has already started at this time.

The theater of imitation and reenactment of reality existed long before people consciously used witchcraft.Regardless of whether this imitation is for entertainment, warning or begging, it is quietly reminding people of an extremely simple but solid truth:

Same process, same result.

Only in this way can time have continuity and worldly events have meaning.

Therefore, the Grand Duke is doomed to have nowhere to escape, and he is bound to die.

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Ever since a member of parliament was executed by Nancy, the garden palace has actually been in chaos.

Mammoth McBride, who held the theater organization in his hand, disappeared, and the maids serving the Edmund family were recalled to the territory by the major families who were worried about their safety.The jesters and clowns went their separate ways, making the palace a mess.

Without the maids who used their slender hands to catch bed bugs crawling around from all kinds of curtains and cabinets day after day, the infestation of insects in the palace was much worse than before.Those luxurious curtains have been visibly thinned by the naked eye, becoming more transparent, and there are even small holes in some places.While the courtiers felt heartbroken, they also felt that these precious decorations were going to be scrapped anyway, so they didn't need to worry too much, and just brought in sulfur and poisonous smoke to fumigate them.But when things came to an end, no one dared to make a decision, so they just watched the things in the palace rotten day by day with their hands tied.

Obviously all aspects are at the most critical juncture, but the people in the palace stopped and began to wait, each waiting for an inexplicable moment in their hearts.People stopped talking, and the sound of bedbugs biting furniture became very loud. There were screeching sounds everywhere, and it seemed that not only wood and silk, but even a whole row of marble pillars would be eaten through.

It was amidst the tingling noises that the Grand Public Security was sitting on his throne, and beside him was the female officer Bernice, who was burying her head in handling government affairs for him.Edmund enjoyed the cherries on the plate one by one, while being a little fanciful.

I don't know how the people in Danaro will react to their own death?

It is a natural curiosity and desire.Sometimes, the Grand Duke would even look forward to death, including assassination, which was one of the forms he had imagined.So from a long time ago, he has been preparing for his funeral and grave.Having eaten all the compliments in the world while alive, I naturally wanted to see what people would look like after I died.

He was thinking about it when he suddenly felt a force sweeping past him from a distance.It was a force that was undeniable and undeniable, as majestic as fate.The Grand Duke stood up from the throne, and looked towards the suburbs as if feeling something.And there, tired Nancy was watching him at the same time.

Because Edmund stood up without warning, the courtiers and staff who remained in the hall looked at the Grand Duke suspiciously at the same time.Then they couldn't help but show a horrified expression, because they were witnessing an extremely terrifying scene.

A thread of blood emerged from the Grand Duke's neck at some point.Edmund touched it with his hand, and it was covered in blood, which was extraordinarily bright red.This touch seemed to touch something instead, the blood line spread faster, and in a blink of an eye it became a crack that split from the outside to the inside.The Grand Duke seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything.The rift continued inward. Amidst the tearing of flesh and bones, the Grand Duke's neck was gradually severed like a sawn stake, until his head fell from his body and hit the ground with a bang, gurgling rolled to his courtiers.

"what--!"

"His Excellency—!"

Hysterical screams sounded from the hall, and all the Grand Duke's close officials fell into panic.Some threw themselves at the still-open head, while others involuntarily kept checking with their hands whether their necks were still intact.Compared to their embarrassment, the female officer Bernice was extremely calm about the shocking changes in front of her.

She stood up, looked at the Grand Duke's headless body slumped to the ground, and sighed slightly.Afterwards, she seemed to have quickly sorted out her new status. Instead of stopping the chaos in the hall, she quietly retreated towards the exit behind the throne.

(End of this chapter)