Working Prophet.

Chapter 541 Death of Edward II

Ilea was still thinking about how to refuse the marriage with Alister. She didn't feel bad for this handsome prince, but she didn't feel the same way.

But before she could open her mouth, she heard Alister's exclamation, and then saw Edward II falling towards her with blood on his face. Miss Rabbit didn't think much, and subconsciously reached out to help her.

However, the recent series of victories made the female lord a little swollen, overestimating her own strength, and Edward II was relatively burly among the half-orcs. In addition, he had been binge eating and drinking all these years, and his weight was even more uncontrollable. up.

Ilea couldn't hold him up either, and the two fell backwards together.

She saw that Edward II opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end, there was only a coughing sound in his throat, and then he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Allister stood there motionless as if he had been frightened.

The other contestants nearby also looked at a loss.

The first person to react was Du Lun, the Chief of the Imperial Guard of His Majesty the Emperor. However, his face was also full of panic at this time, and he no longer had the calm look before.

Du Lun has already realized that Edward II was poisoned, which is the most terrifying of all assassination methods. Even though he is excellent in martial arts and loyal, he is helpless now.

He could only step forward quickly, lifted Edward II from the ground, and shouted, "Where is Apothecary Meisha, let Apothecary Meisha come here!"

After a pause, Du Lun said to one of his subordinates, "Go to Priest Cornelia, hurry up! Your Majesty needs her now."

And just as the chief guard was speaking, he felt that the breath of Edward II in his arms was getting weaker and weaker.

This also made Du Lun's face even more ugly. Alister finally came to his senses at this time and wanted to come over to check on his father's condition, but Du Lun stopped him.

"Your Highness stop, from now on, no one is allowed to approach His Majesty except the pharmacist and the priest of Cornelia."

Alister's handsome face was also full of anxiety at this moment, and he said angrily, "That's my father, what right do you, an outsider, have to prevent me from seeing my own father?"

Du Lun was not angry when he heard the words, but said, "The royal guards are tightly guarded, and the only ones who can poison His Majesty are those close to him. Your Highness Alister, Your Majesty just drank the bar you brought."

Alister was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, pointed at Du Lun and said, "You doubt me?!"

"I don't suspect that you are just stating a fact." The chief guard explained without giving in.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Fortunately, Meisha rushed over at this time, without saying a word, she took out a small bottle from her bosom, and pulled out the cork on it.

A disgusting stench suddenly hit the face.

Then Meisha asked Durham to turn Edward II's body upside down, face down, and then put the small bottle under Edward II's nose.

As a result, His Majesty the Emperor didn't respond, and Miss Rabbit, who had just got up not long ago, vomited on the floor first.

Du Lun didn't blame her, because he himself was dizzy from the stench, and his whole stomach was shaking, but he didn't spit it out with strong willpower.

But Edward II, who was the closest, just opened his mouth slightly and then closed it again, as if he didn't notice it at all.

A bad feeling arose in Du Lun's heart, and he looked at Meisha, and found that the latter's nose was already dripping with sweat in just a short while.

"Pharmacist Meisha," the chief guard said in a hoarse voice, "think about it quickly, whether or not His Majesty can last until Priest Cornelia arrives depends entirely on you."

Meisha hesitated for a moment before saying, "I need leeches to suck the poisonous blood out of His Majesty's body."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up!" Du Lun urged.

"But I... there are no leeches around me."

"I'll send someone to look for it!" Du Lun made a decisive decision, and then he called for two more guards, but before the two men were ordered to set off, he heard Meisha's exclamation.

"what happened again?"

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, he is not breathing." Meisha said in a trembling voice.

Du Lun's heart sank to the bottom of the valley when he heard the words, and he felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Alister yelled when he heard this, pushed away the guards blocking the way, and rushed to Edward II.

"Father!" The third prince knelt down and mourned.

Then Queen Heloise and other important people also came down from the stands.

Du Lun yelled anxiously, "Stand back, everyone back, why isn't Priest Cornelia coming!!!"

Yet no one responded to him.

The sobbing sounded from the crowd, which made Du Lun a little upset, but Queen Heloise seemed the calmest.

She gazed at the corpse on the ground as she gazed at cornflowers in a flowerbed.

Then he turned to look at the Chief of the Imperial Guard, "Sir Durham, I can understand your loyalty, but my husband, your lord, is dead, and it is useless for you to invite anyone now."

Du Lun's body trembled when he heard the words, and then a look of bewilderment appeared on his resolute face.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is he dead?"

"I'm afraid so." Heloise sighed.

Stretching out a hand, he stroked Edward II's open eyes. The latter was full of astonishment, anger and unwillingness at the last moment before he died. The blood made his face look extraordinarily hideous.

The emperor had just planned to show off his great talent and martial arts strategy, but he didn't expect that he would be filled with hatred for this.

And Du Lun, as the head of the imperial guard, watched the monarch he swore to protect die in his arms, and felt that the sky was about to fall.

At this moment, he was at a loss like a child.

And Heloise's voice continued. The queen, who was usually obsessed with art and literature, took over Du Lun's command and pointed to a certain direction of the crowd.

"Go and arrest Wade first. He is His Majesty's cupbearer, and he is the most suspect."

Afterwards, she looked at Alister again, who had a sullen face, "Don't you doubt me too?"

"No, but the ensuing investigation requires your cooperation."

"Investigate, who will investigate father's death?"

"I suggest Sir Essos, he is the commander of the garrison." The eldest prince Gals said, "The murder that happened in Lionheart Castle should have been under his control."

"I object, who doesn't know that Essos is yours!" Alister shouted.

Gals didn't seem to expect that his younger brother would bring such a thing directly on the table, so he couldn't help but get angry, and frowned.

"You are a suspect. If you want to prove your innocence, the most important thing to do at this time is not to interfere in the investigation."

"I'm a suspect, what about you, brother?" Alister sneered, "Earl Clyde is your swordsmanship teacher, and father was still investigating how he framed Sir Ilea yesterday."

(End of this chapter)