I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 78: Green Bamboo Snake's Mouth and Wasp's Tail Needle

Then, Mirkowski's voice sounded:

"Gentlemen, please raise your guns."

One person's eyes are blinking rapidly, one person is staring at the other, and the whole body seems to be in slow motion.

drooling...

"Two gentlemen, please raise your guns!"

Milkowski's voice sounded again.

Their faces trembled, and both of them began to raise their guns.

The wind blew their white clothes, which were faintly stained with blood.

"Two gentlemen, take aim."

Sideways, they both aimed at each other.

Mirkowski held up a white handkerchief between the two of them.

In an instant, the heads of the two of them couldn't help but angled up at a slant, and their eye sockets were so wide that they couldn't be bigger.

The gun is in front, and the body is behind, as if almost wanting to be separated from the gun.

"one."

"two."

"three!"

The white handkerchief fell to the ground.

"boom!"

"boom!"

With his last breath, two streams of white smoke penetrated the distance of forty steps.

Matrona rushed out crying.

Sergey lay on the ground, feeling the pain of the bullets hitting his body, struggling and howling.

Chernyshev was sweating profusely, his body swayed, as if he had exhausted all his energy.

But he was unhurt.

But his shot also missed.

Sergey was not killed by a single shot.

Peter walked up to Sophia and whispered:
"Can you go back to the car and wait for me?"

Sophia glanced in that direction quickly, eyeing Peter worriedly.

Peter stroked her satin-like hair, and said:

"Go."

Sophia nodded meekly, she said softly:
"Then, come quickly, Your Highness."

Peter nodded.

Watching several guards send Sofia there, until Sofia got into the carriage, Peter walked towards Chernyshov first.

He looked him up and down.

Chernyshov was unable to salute at this time, his pupils were slowly returning to normal size, his breath was heavy, and his clothes were completely drenched in sweat.

Peter couldn't help shaking his head, no matter how great the achievements in the future will be, he will have to work out slowly.

But this kind of life-and-death line is indeed more brutal than the Russian turntable.

He was an outsider, so naturally he couldn't feel such a violent heartbeat.

But you don't have to feel it either.

It is enough to be the crown prince.

Patting Chernyshov on the shoulder, Peter said:

"You have been offered the opportunity to go to the Infantry."

"Thank you... Your Highness...!"

Chernyshov was still in shock, and his tone of thanks seemed pitiful.

Mirkovsky collected Chernyshov's gun, and Peter then walked towards Sergey.

Sergey's face was pale and contorted as he clutched his painful shoulder.

Seeing Peter approaching, he trembled and wanted to say something, but found that His Highness was pointing a gun at him.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Sergey looked shocked, he struggled to step back, and his expression began to become terrified.

But the gunshot wound, blood loss and the previous duel had left him with little physical strength.

Seeing the stimulation of Ye Er's title of imperial concubine and grand duchess in the original history, he tried every means to actively seduce Ye Er and cause Ye Er to have a miscarriage.

Peter squatted down with a smile and said:
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to kill you."

"Your father is my aunt's adjutant, and your mother also served my aunt. As the crown prince, how could I treat you like this?"

"I'll let your wife beat you to death at most."

Peter said quietly.

Peter handed the gun to Matrona, patted Matrona's glamorous face, and brushed her moist lips with his fingers, slightly sunken in them.

Matrona seemed to change her face, fawning on her face.

Sergey was completely stupefied, looking at Matrona in disbelief.

Then Peter stood up, turned away, and gave the order to return to the palace.

Not long after the carriage drove, there was a gunshot, and Peter looked out of the carriage.

The land is vast.

The mountains and rivers are lonely.

Some women just touch her, and she sells her soul.

Open the panel and take a look.

The points of the Order of St. Andrew became 80.

The extra 5 points were brought about by Sergey's death.

Although there is no system prompt, it is expected.

After all, there were many things that were not prompted before.

After a while, a guard came up on horseback, and Madame Matrona returned the gun to the guard.

Mirkovsky relayed Matrona's words to Peter:

"Your Highness, the Countess is always waiting for you."

Peter just nodded slightly.

……

Back at the palace, it was still early, and the group met Bishop Dev who was guarding the entrance of the palace as soon as they got out of the car.

Bishop Dev has a mustache, fair and fat complexion, and if his hair is not so lush, he can be regarded as a greasy man.

Peter was too lazy to talk to such a small character, so he directly sent someone to invite the Duchess of Polia.

Then he whispered something to Sophia, and Sophia couldn't help but become very ugly.

This kind of thing is really humiliating!
Not only are clothes removed and physical health is checked, but fertility and chastity are also checked.

And the way the last one was inspected was simply red-faced.

"Your Highness..."

Sophia gripped Peter's sleeve tightly.

Bishop Dev's voice sounded outside:

"Princess Sophia, you are the only one missing now, the other princesses have already checked."

Peter couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said:
"Princess Louisa checked?"

Bishop Defu's face couldn't help changing slightly, and then said:

"Yes, Your Highness, checked."

Peter asked again, "What was the result?"

Bishop Dev replied:
"Perfect body."

Perfect you banana bara!

Peter cursed in his heart, knowing that the bishop was dead.

Either having an affair with Louisa, or being bribed.

And Sophia raised her heart, she was a little panicked.

His Highness suddenly asked Luisa what she was doing?
Does His Highness like Luisa too?
Thinking that Luisa had already checked it, Sofia gritted her teeth and said:
"Your Highness, I...I am willing to check..."

You want to fuck!
Peter glared at Sofia.

Are you willing or not!
Then the Duchess of Polia arrived.

(End of this chapter)