As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

Hundredth Chapter 16 The Insane King

This is... for real?

The silver-haired girl froze immediately, staying where she was, unable to speak:

——The old king who hasn’t been out for a long time has shown up, so it’s not even an act, right?

"Boom bang."

There is a knock on the door!

Perhaps because this is the mansion left by the hero, the palace guards were not too arrogant, and the knocking on the door was not too loud.

"……coming."

She lowered her arms, looked suspiciously at the cowering Janet, and walked over to open the door.

"Miss Garcia, Your Majesty is here in person, please go out to greet her."

The palace guard shouted from outside the door.

"Ok."

The silver-haired girl went outside and bowed to the old king on horseback.

But he didn't kneel down, which is the privilege of being a descendant of a hero.

The old king's appearance looked haggard, with deeper wrinkles than Headmaster Stanford.

Moreover, he is in poor health, sitting on the horse, staggering, looking like he is about to be blown down by the wind, and someone beside him needs to support him.

"The Garcia family..."

The king looked at the dilapidated gate and seemed lost in memory.

"Everyone come down."

After a while, he waved to the court knights behind him, signaling them to dismount.

When they came, most of the knights jumped off their horses, but 10 people still sat on their horses.

Hearing the king's words, these knights jumped down silently.

They are the elite of the elite, the most loyal iron guards of the entire royal family, and also the strongest knights in Poltan.

Even Prime Minister Christopher and Field Marshal Harvey can't command them, and the only one who can make them obey orders is the king.

"Are you Egwene?"

The old king actually recognized the silver-haired girl and nodded to her:

"Don't be too polite, I'm best friends with your grandfather Bradley... How is he now?"

Hearing these words, the silver-haired girl couldn't believe her ears:

——How long has my grandfather been dead?

She looked up at the old king on the horse:

Is this person's spirit... really normal?

"Your Majesty, Lord Bradley Garcia already 30 years ago..."

The guard supporting him whispered in his ear.

"absurd!"

The old kingdom was furious:

"Simply ridiculous!"

He whipped the guard's face fiercely with a horsewhip!

Then he pointed at the other party and cursed:

"Mr. Bradley just went to the abyss to subdue the demon alone, how could he die? You are cursing the hero of Poultain... cough cough cough!!"

After roaring for a while, he couldn't help coughing, and bent down on the horse.

"—Come here!"

He panted for a while, pointed to the guard and ordered:

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

"Your Majesty, this..."

The other guards were obviously hesitant.

"How dare you not listen to me? I said kill him!"

The king straightened up and turned to glare at the guards.

"Your Majesty, please listen to me."

The silver-haired girl had hardly any dealings with the king.

I never knew that the other party's character was so tyrannical. Seeing that the guard was about to be killed, he hurriedly said:

"My grandpa... Bradley's life and death are unknown now, and I am also deeply angry about this man's bold and false statements!"

She said to the king with a serious face:

"Because of this, I hope you can hand him over to me for disposal."

She is not stupid.

Knowing that she can't persuade a king who is in a rage, otherwise she will not end well.

In history, there are countless loyal ministers who prevented the monarch from being slaughtered. She is not stupid enough to think that she has the ability to prevent the angry king from killing people.

However, there are other ways to achieve the goal of saving lives.

"Oh...that's right, you are Bradley's granddaughter."

Old Kingdom's expression softened:

"It is reasonable to have such demands."

He waved his hand and asked those people to escort the guards to the silver-haired girl.

"I'll leave him at your disposal."

He said solemnly:

"You can kill him any way you want, regardless of his identity."

"Be patient."

The silver-haired girl whispered something.

Then he drew out the accompanying sword and stabbed the guard's body with one sword.

——Of course, the wound was not fatal, and the wound was very shallow.

It's just that the amount of bleeding was huge, and the ground was stained red in an instant.

"Drag this sinner who insulted my grandfather!"

She winked at the knights.

How can it be a fool who can guard the king.

Immediately understood, two people came and took the guard away.

"You're very nice, Egwene."

The old king was used to seeing blood, so he didn't care about the blood on the ground at all.

Jumping off the horse, he laughed and walked over:

"I remember when I saw you, you only had this little bit."

He showed a nostalgic look, and compared the height of the child:

"Now I can kill with a sword... I am old, we are already old."

He sighed with emotion:

"My children should be the same as you. They should be able to chop off the enemy's head with a sword."

Then, the king became inexplicably happy again:

"I've got two sons . . . and that old guy Bradley has only one."

"So, although my swordsmanship is not as good as his, I'm still better than him in terms of giving birth to a son, hahahaha!"

...Your uncle's.

The silver-haired girl cursed secretly:

You old disrespectful guy, what do you say in front of your old friend's granddaughter?

And it's still on this busy street.

How old are you? Those two sons are only about 20 years old. Who knows if you got the green light on your old tortoise's head.

The king smiled for a while, and said boldly to the surrounding knights:

"Come on, follow me into Bradley's house! I haven't been here for a long time."

Once inside, Janet had already hid.

And the old king seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming here.

He happily walked into the yard, and pointed out the scenery inside to the people next to him as he walked:

"See that tree?"

"I used to exercise there before...my swordsmanship teacher is that old guy's father."

"He was stricter than anyone and stronger than anyone, but he died early."

There was a trace of sadness on the king's face:

"Maybe this is the fate of a hero."