in the name of the queen.

Chapter 286 Extreme joy leads to sorrow
A trial requires evidence, a verdict only requires a list.

Everyone understands the truth, but people always let their guard down, especially when they see light from the darkness and judge that the threat has been eliminated or even there is hope for a comeback.

Late at night, Duke Riken's manor was full of guests. The guests attending tonight's banquet were all from the Iron Faction Emperor faction, commonly known as rebels.

Among them are frustrated princes, cabinet ministers who are worried about their future and fate, and big businessmen who are worried about losing their monopoly.

In addition, there is also a big man who has been "dead" for many years.

Old Macbeth.

This former imperial literary figure has been dead for many years, and people have almost forgotten his existence.

Yet he came back.

He claims to have crossed the River Styx, experienced the dangers of the underworld, and finally been redeemed and returned to the world.

But the big shots here are all smart people, and they are not fools. Of course they know this is a lie.

Macbeth appears on the banks of the River Styx, rescues Prince Finor, and returns to the world with him.

He told a story.

Resurrection is a gift that comes only when God casts his gaze upon the world and sees the suffering of His Son.

Although he himself was respected by the gods, he was unable to change the political scene. It would be more promising to join the Holy Temple of Light and become a high-level magician.

"Prince Fino fell into the sea to protect the old emperor."

"But his virtues could not impress the ferrymen of the River Styx, and he had no extra gold coins, so he could only wander on the other side of the River Styx."

"According to secular views, Prince Fino is indeed dead."

After all, most people will start a family, and they also have children, so they naturally hope that their children will be as filial as Prince Fino.

Fino's filial piety will also bring Sif, who forced her father to abdicate, to the forefront.

However, his return made the rebels so energetic that they just had to open the champagne in advance.

Fino's bad luck finally turned around two years later.

It has to be said that top writers are indeed very capable of telling stories.

This story is indeed very exciting and can easily bring people to tears.

"However, the kindness of the great Prince Fino was favored by the gods."

In short, Fino saved the old emperor, which was good; Sif forced the old emperor to abdicate, which was bad.

Resurrection is not impossible, but it is extremely difficult.

Not only did he return on his own, but he also brought back Prince Finor, who was living on the banks of the River Styx and could not pass by.

The dividing line between the New Calendar and the Old Calendar of the Magical Era is both the day of the destruction of the Magical Empire and the resurrection day of the Son of Light's return from the River Styx.

Resurrection is not that simple, at least it requires a true god level to do it.

When Macbeth returns, he wakes up from pretending to be dead, but the people don't understand. They think Macbeth is enveloped in a divine halo.

If the guests here don't know the truth, they will definitely lose their judgment in the tear-jerking story.

It is indeed a wonderful story, but unfortunately the fact content is very low.

"But so what, it's never the truth that people need, it's the truth that they want."

Macbeth looked at the doubtful expressions of others and snorted with some disdain.

"Independent thinking and judgment are rare abilities, and most people don't have them. We can confuse right and wrong as long as we use a lot of propaganda."

After a brief pause, Macbeth said with a smile: "Let's start with Prince Finor's proficiency in politics."

"Would the country be better off if Prince Fino came to power instead of Sif, who has not received any political education?"

"This problem is a dead end. Let the royalists tremble!"

As we all know, the weakest are always the strongest.

Even if Sif has three heads and six arms, she can't satisfy everyone.

At this time, if the news comes out that Prince Fino is still alive, the frustrated will definitely not miss the opportunity, and those speculators will also make a lot of money.

"Do you think this is right, Your Majesty Fino?"

Macbeth turned to the fake Fino, who was sitting in the main seat but was submissive and very timid, and asked with a smile.

"I, I don't."

"Your Majesty, don't worry. You have been in the underworld for too long and you should adapt slowly. Fortunately, we have plenty of time." Puppet Fino shut up knowingly, but a trace of anger flashed in his eyes when he lowered his head.

He is indeed a puppet, and the risk of impersonating the late prince is huge. If something goes wrong, he will definitely pay a heavy price.

Fortunately, he doesn't have many family members, so he doesn't have to worry about bringing down his family.

The backbone of the rebels drank and drank together, their faces flushed. They finally see the light of a comeback and must relax.

Not only must we discuss how to deal with Sif, but we must also discuss how to share power after the war.

Duke Riken, who was sitting next to the main seat, watched this scene silently.

He even thoughtfully poured wine for Prince Fino.

Looking at these guys with red faces, Duke Riken wanted to laugh.

They had no idea what was waiting for them later.

Outside Ricken, Alban also watched the almost carnival party silently.

These poor bastards are all looking for a way to get ashore. Unlike me, I have seen that the Queen is worth investing in from the beginning, and now it is finally harvest time.

Just when everyone was a little drunk, a waiter came to Duke Riken and whispered softly in his ear.

Duke Riken had a smile on his lips, and the team led by Roland had entered the manor.

Everyone here is a lamb to the slaughter.

Ricken didn't speak, but he had some expectations in his heart.

There were footsteps outside the corridor, very thin but dense.

Smith looked at the door of the hall with some dissatisfaction and reprimanded coldly:
"If there's nothing important, don't disturb us and leave immediately!"

"That's not okay, this is counterinsurgency!" A firm voice came from outside the door.

Counterinsurgency? !
Everyone present was stunned. They stood up and wanted to resist, but found that their arm strength was not even one-tenth of their peak strength.

When I was drinking, I couldn't feel it while holding the glass, but now I want to resist but I can't.

"Someone poisoned me!" A surprised voice sounded.

The hall door was opened and the whole building was shaking.

Roland looked at these guys with a half-smile, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of wolf-like and tiger-like soldiers rushed forward.

"Follow the plan I told you!"

When the soldiers rushed in, the red-faced old guy sitting on the seat suddenly felt something was wrong.

He used this life to set up a trap, and what he wanted was to trick people of rank seven into coming to him to die.

The opponents are coming, not even one, but two, three.

The Knight of the White Rose and the Flame Witch were both at Roland's side, and their combat prowess was considered top among seventh-level ones. He couldn't guarantee victory even if he faced one of them, but three of them came at once.

What's more, some people are so despicable as to poison coffee, using the bitter taste of coffee to suppress the poison hidden under the coffee.

Macbeth immediately raised his hands and began to beg for mercy.

"Mr. Roland, this matter has nothing to do with me. I can report others."

"Want to reduce your sentence for meritorious service? Okay, tell me some valuable information."

Macbeth breathed a sigh of relief and began to tell interesting stories about the literary world of the Empire.

Just as he was gathering strength to prepare his move, Roland suddenly took out a scepter from somewhere and hit him on the head.

Macbeth is not a novice. He has rich fighting experience. He dodges immediately. When he is about to question and counterattack, the tip of the spear with a cold light also pierces his back.

Just when Sif ended the battle with a shot and eliminated the rebels as quickly as possible, Roland also took action. He raised his scepter again and smashed Macbeth's head.

Red and white meet.

Macbeth looked at the female knight who stabbed the fatal blow unwillingly. Thinking of someone who shouldn't have come, his vision went dark.

"you you"

He fell down suddenly and did not say this sentence after all.

No one knew what he wanted to say, and no one cared.

After all, no one cares what a corpse thinks.

(End of this chapter)