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Chapter 128 Waiting
The man did not see Myron and King Andry's eldest son in the hall.

The former is the one who betrayed the entire city-state of Elanbiin, while the latter is the only legal heir to the throne.

The man's initial plan was to execute King Andri, and then bring King Andri's eldest son back to the city-state for a public trial, forcing him to sign an abdication agreement and legally abolish the throne.

No matter how bad it is, King Andri and his eldest son will be executed together to ensure that the kingdom has no legal heir.

However, there is only King Andri in the hall right now, and there is no sign of the king's eldest son.

"You're looking for my son," King Andri hissed, "You want this crown?! I tell you, it's impossible!"

"I'm not interested in your crown."

The man threw King Andri down, got up and looked at Keke.

"Forcibly ask the noble here, and if he refuses to answer, he will take off his hand." The man said so.

Keke had never been interested in such cruel things, but he had no other choice right now, and said, "Maybe you should find Abdul, but I'm willing to do it for you now."

The man nodded, watched as Keke approached the trembling nobles, and began to question him.

The two soldiers pressed the king firmly to the ground, one pressed his head and arms, and the other pressed his legs, so that King Andrew could not utter a complete sentence with his face on the ground.

As they pressed, they couldn't help but look at the king's crown that fell to the ground, the scepter that was clutched in his hand, and the coronation dress.

Ah, how luxurious, and how embarrassing it is right now.

The two of them couldn't believe it. The King Andri on the base of the statue was just pressed here by himself. Didn't he have four hands or two heads?Doesn't his scepter burst out with lightning?Does he not have his Lord to take care of him?
In that case, the king is nothing special.The two soldiers thought so.

On the other side, Keke walked up to the trembling nobles.

In front of him was a family, headed by the oldest earl, staring straight at Keke. His wife and son were beside him.

"Have you heard everything?" Keke grabbed the earl and said harshly, "Tell me, where did Myron and the prince go?"

The earl looked flustered, and instead of seeing Keke make any further moves, he cast a nobleman's gaze instead.

"I don't know, I don't know, I won't say."

"Don't know or don't tell?" Keke asked lightly.

The count gritted his teeth, convinced that the slave in front of him would not dare to do anything to him, and said, "I am loyal to His Majesty the King."

After Keke heard it, he didn't say any more, and pressed the earl's head to the ground.

The mother and son next to her screamed and rushed over, but was kicked away by Keke.

"Come up and hold this earl down." Keke ordered to the soldiers next to him, adding emphasis on "earl".

The soldiers guarding the hall quickly stepped forward and tried their best to hold down the struggling Earl.

Keke pulled out the scimitar from his waist and aimed it at his wrist.

The earl's eyes widened, his whole body trembling, and he tried desperately to withdraw his hand, but was firmly held down.

After a miserable howl.

With a click, the knife was raised and dropped, and a bloody severed hand was thrown into the center of the hall.

"It's the first time I've seen nobles cut off their hands, not slaves." Keke stood up and said to the nobles sarcastically.

After the hand of a nobleman was really cut off, there was a series of wailing and exclamation, and the nobles desperately shrank to the corner of the wall, turning their faces away, not daring to look directly at the tragic situation.

Soon, Keke walked up to another nobleman.

Without hesitation, the nobleman immediately knelt down in front of Keke, weeping and telling all the things that happened in the hall. guard the prince's escape
"Consul, the prince escaped and was taken away by Myron." Keke hurried over and said.

"Take it away, it seems that Myron also left with him? Where did they go? Out of the city?" The man expressed doubts one after another.

After speaking, the man fell into deeper doubts.

If you go out of the city, all the gates of the city are now under the control of the city-state army. I only brought more than 1000 people to conquer the palace. Of the remaining 5000 people, 1000 people guard the streets and the rest guard the gates.

Under such circumstances, if they really forced their way out of the city gate, someone would definitely come and report back. How did Myron and the prince escape without being discovered.

Just as the man was thinking, the old eunuch leading the way trotted up to the man.

"My lord, I wonder where the prince has escaped to, and I know a secret way!" The eunuch said quickly and cautiously, glancing at King Andri who was pushed to the ground from time to time, "The secret way is in the garden behind the hall. to the outside of the city."

"To the outside of the city?" the man asked.

Then, he saw King Andri, who was pressed to the ground by the soldiers, struggling violently.

King Andri suddenly raised his head, and cast his vicious eyes on the eunuch.

King Andre's head was quickly pressed down again.

"Don't be afraid, just keep talking." The man said calmly.

The eunuch swallowed and nodded: "It was built a hundred years ago, and it can directly lead to the direction of the giant tower. The purpose is to allow the king to go over and supervise at any time. I have seen it before. It is very narrow and can only accommodate one person. .”

"Where is that secret passage, take me there quickly." The man said.

The old eunuch nodded graciously, making a gesture of invitation.

Keke stepped forward at this time and said, "Consul, I'll go and see with him. You'd better send people out of the city to chase after them. If there's only room for one person, you can't bring a horse in. They've been away for a while."

The words fell into his ears, the man nodded and said: "That's right, I'll take someone to chase now, you tell people to watch this place."

"You go in person?" Keke asked in surprise.

"Well, let's go now, we can't delay." The man said as he walked out of the hall, "I want to complete my appointment myself."

Keke didn't stop him, he said, "Okay, I'll call the cavalry immediately."

"As fast as possible, as long as there is a team." The man tightened the broken burqa on his body, and lightly touched the candlestick at his waist with his fingertips.

Keck immediately sent someone to deliver the letter.

The man followed several soldiers out of the hall, through the mirror gallery and garden, to the outside of the palace.

Not long after, 32 cavalrymen gathered outside the grand staircase of the palace. They led their horses, held their spears tightly, and wore machetes on their waists, waiting for the next order.

The man nodded, walked over, turned on his horse, and raised his hand to order them: "Let's go out of the city and catch up with the prince and the betrayer Myron as soon as possible."

The cavalry mounted their horses one after another and roared in unison under the leadership of the captain.

The men and the cavalry took the reins of their horses, stepped on their hooves, and ran towards the huge milky white tower in the distance.

The sand and gravel on the road they left rolled, splashing smoke and dust.

Through the smoke, God saw them go.

The God who is present today, was present in the past, and will be present forever in the future can clearly understand the fate of men from the moment the candle is lit.

At this moment, a man's fate is about to come to an end, and after that, the remaining time is just a soft sigh before life disappears.

When he took old Figg's candlestick.

Death had come to him from the very beginning.

God silently watched the avenue where the man left.

His figure gradually faded away.

"Old Figg," God said softly, not knowing where to look, and who to say to, "are you waiting for him?"

For a long time, there was silence around him.

God waits quietly.

There was a breeze blowing behind him, smoothing the sand and gravel on the road.

"Ah."

A whispered answer that no one can hear but God.

The old beggar who lost his eyes spoke in an old and gentle voice, holding a candle in his hand, "Lord, I am waiting for him to go to the place where the shackles are cut off and thousands of candles are lit."

(End of this chapter)