alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 83 2.78 The Tenth Waiter: The Bride
【Wangcheng Imperial Palace】

Christine looked gloomyly at the pile of reports on the gold table, but she was not worried about the frontline battle situation, but the newly revealed news in the report——Lancelot was not a native of the royal city. The identity information of is fake!
So where exactly did Lancelot come from?Is he really dead, and where did he get the ability to control the undead?

Things went back to the time when Christine planned to kill Ramses at the beginning. At that time, Christine clearly saw that Ramses died in the hall, and even the body was completely cold. Fortunately, Christine was suspicious by nature. While sending people to follow up and investigate Lancelot, they also investigated the subordinates led by Lancelot at the time.

After this investigation, it was found that Ramses was not dead!
Lancelot actually brought Ramses back to life.

From the beginning of this incident, Christine couldn't help but feel apprehensive, but if he sent Wangcheng's army to the border to meet the emergency, it might lead to a mutiny. a threat.

Christine was most afraid that Ramses and the army would secretly conspire with each other and cooperate with each other. He was afraid that he would lose his unsecured throne.

So the people from the Hunter Alliance took over the handling, and then the Hunter Alliance sent Hibiscus to meet the former Lancelot's subordinates who were demoted to the border.

At that time, what Christine meant was: not to see the living, but to see the dead.Unfortunately, not only was Ramses' body not found in the end, but Lancelot was also dead. It is said that Ramses was killed by Lancelot in the desert at that time, and Lancelot killed Ramses at the same time. His soul was torn to pieces, so neither of them had a body.

Most of the victims in the desert at that time were like this.

Christine can only say half-believing, or not believing.

I thought this matter had come to an end, but when I traced Lancelot, I discovered Lancelot's false identity—so, does this mean that there are other people who have the ability to manipulate souls?
Is it possible to revive Lancelot, or Ramses? !
Christine is sensitive and suspicious to the point of paranoia.

Just because Ramses has become the source of all his fragility, his inferiority complex, his sensitivity, and his jealousy!Ramses has become a heartache in Christine's heart.

Thinking that Ramses might not be dead, Christine recalled her painful past when she was called a 'bastard'.

When he was young, he looked at his brother with infinite reputation from afar, that person lived in the sun, and he was like a mouse in the gutter, never seeing the light.

That person is well protected, he doesn't know anything about the dirty things in the palace, and all the good things in the world are directed towards that person.

The young Christine wanted to ask countless times, why?
He hates such a person, he crazily hates such a person, just like this day after day, year after year, distorting himself in infinite jealousy, he lives by this distortion.

Christine, who is now sitting on the dragon chair, will no longer be bullied or insulted to his face.No one dares to call him a bastard anymore!Bullying his mother!
It's a pity that his mother, who has never been kind to him and has been staying in the dungeon and suffering so much, can't bear to see his current unlimited style.

For Christine, Ramses was his childhood demon, and he was always sick in his heart. He was jealous of Ramses to an unreasonable degree.

Even crazy.

Christine not only wants to snatch Ramses' throne and surpass Ramses' reputation, but more importantly, he wants to make Ramses die thoroughly, with his pity, his inferiority, his past, His sadness was buried together in the loess, and then Christine came back to life with another identity.

As long as Ramses is dead, Christine can have a bright and comforting childhood. He can also let his childhood be praised by his father and embraced by his mother instead of hiding in a corner and worrying about whether he can continue. See the sun the next day.

That's right, Christine not only wants to rule the world, but he also wants to tamper with history—everyone who knows the history of the royal city must die!
Since he could not be merciful to fate, he would fabricate a beautiful childhood by himself and save himself.

Although Ashley and Christine were not related by blood, it was just a promise made by Christine's father when he killed his younger brother, to let his only beloved daughter live.

However, Ashley is still a royal noble in the former royal city, a princess, and seems to have a close relationship with Lancelot—but no matter whether the relationship with Lancelot is close or not, Christine still has something in her eyes. Not this sister.

Christine also pushed the boat along the way, using the mutiny to charge Ashley with a false name, and killed them together. In the end, she left Ashley a face and let the princess choose her own way of death.

Afterwards, many people wanted to hold a grand funeral for Princess Ashley, but Christine casually buried Ashley in the royal cemetery, citing the war as an excuse.

Next, Christine not only wants to conquer the world and expand the territory, but also thinks about how to turn Ramses into a vicious sinner who seeks to usurp the throne, and then turn himself into an orthodox royal blood.

Everything will be settled according to his plan!

【Town of Kearney】

Wuming was a little surprised to see the soil on the top of his head closed again, but all he was thinking about was Thetis, wrong, he had already made up his mind, and he was going to find her next.

"Who are you guys?" Wuming asked again.

This time Wilson responded fluently, "We are members of the AFWP alliance, my name is Wilson, this is Safir, and this is Zipan."

Mandela and the operator were directly ignored by Wilson.

"Well. My name is Wuming." After exchanging pleasantries, Wuming went straight to the topic, "Can you take me to a place first, and then you can go to the beach and wait. If not, I will leave later. "

"Ah, oh." Seeing people say it so directly, Wilson hesitated at first, "Tell me where you are going first?"

"The Temple on the Hill."

As expected!Wilson secretly thought.

After Wuming answered, he said, "You know where it is, right?" According to speculation, when Wuming received Thetis' letter, Thetis must have been imprisoned in the temple on the top of the mountain, and these people got it again. Letter from Thetis.

Wilson nodded.

"Thank you very much!" After speaking, something that surprised Wuming a little bit happened again, the sand automatically broke through the road, and the direction of the road was the same as the direction to the temple on the top of the mountain in Wuming's memory.

It turns out that these people took him from the ground like this...

When those people were manipulating the sand just now, he understood that it was indeed someone who possessed such a special ability.

"What do you want to do there?" Wilson wanted to say something, to see if he could get some extra information.

But Wuming returned to his old self and didn't say a word at first.

Immediately, Wilson felt that the air inside was stuffy.

Wuming obviously didn't want other people to intervene in this matter, and he had a clear and clear plan in his heart.

Then keep silent, Wilson doesn't want to talk anymore, after all, they are not really acquaintances, only a few acquaintances.Instead, the people behind him chatted.

I mentioned Satan before, so I can't help but think of the one who is opposite to it-God.

Taking advantage of this moment, Safir asked Zipan, "What kind of person is God?"

The reason why Safir asked this is because in all the existing myths and legends, it is only said that there is a God, but there are not too many records about God.

Zipan thought about it seriously, and spoke with a regretful face.

"God may not exist at all."

Mandela temporarily agreed with this point of view, because he did not see God when he slaughtered the angel.Maybe it's just a fictional character.

"However." Zipan seemed to think of something again, "Like Satan, God also has many believers, but the relationship within the sect is very, uh...complicated."

Yes, complicated.In the end, Zipan could only use this word to describe it. Seeing Safir's bewildered face, Zipan added, "People like us, who believe in Buddhism, rarely fight among believers, but they, uh , it can be said that even if you believe in the same Lord, you can fight over various things.”

"So, the majority of the story is that God doesn't exist."

Safire smiled awkwardly, "Is it possible that there are too many believers?"

It's hard for Zipan to answer this kind of question, "But, I don't know if it's just a rumor. The more you believe in God, the stronger you will be."

Mandela wanted to interrupt Zipan immediately after hearing what he said, nonsense, believing in Lao Tzu is the strongest!
"However, no matter what you believe in, God will bless this world." Safir said seriously, his blue eyes were holy and noble.

"Don't you believe this too?" Zipan approached curiously.

"I'm just curious." Safir nodded, with soft and fluffy hair, a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, he looked extraordinarily lovable.

After that, Safir and Zipan talked about other topics.

Wilson didn't expect Safire to be so talkative—maybe it's because he didn't find too many companions who could generate similar topics?

In Wilson's view, Safir and Zipan are quite a match, and their personalities are very similar.

On the other hand, Mandela, who has been following silently beside Safire, is really an eyesore.

Since Wilson knew that Mandela was the most wanted criminal, he disliked him even more.

I only heard the suona, firecrackers, human voices, gongs and drums, the sound became louder and louder, and the positions of the few people were almost close to the temple on the top of the mountain.

Soon, several people sneaked out from the ground in the woods next to the temple.

In view of the elves who hid before, it is not easy for them to hide this time.

The confetti from the firecrackers covered the forests, roads, temples, and nameless shoulders and hair.

At this time Wuming pursed his lips, and happened to see a woman in a festive bride's attire who was supported by people from the temple in the smoke left after the firecrackers went off.

On the crimson skirt, there were all kinds of beautiful flowers, and Wuming thought that he married her in the sea of ​​flowers at dusk at that time.

(End of this chapter)