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

"Not only the descendants of Sword Master Fan Lun, but also the heroes of other countries. The life span of each descendant will not be very long."

"Now that I think about it, that old Bradley is actually the longest-lived one..."

"Look, this stone was used by me and Bradley to practice swords together, and it still has my sword marks on it."

He came to a big rock as tall as a person, and stroked the traces of different shades:

"The wish of the two of us at that time was to be able to split this rock with a single sword one day... Unfortunately, I have not been able to do it so far."

He sighed again:

"And that Bradley guy did it long ago...although he never mentioned it in front of me."

"Ok?"

He moved his nose suddenly.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Smelling the scent of evening star flowers remaining in the courtyard, the king's face gradually changed:

"Janet—my Janet!"

"I've come for her! Where's my Janet?"

His gaze became fierce all of a sudden, he turned his head abruptly, and stared at the silver-haired girl!

"You hid my Janet, didn't you?"

The king's eyes burst into flames:

"You are greedy for her beauty, you are fascinated by her voice... so you want to take her away from me? Isn't that right!"

"Your Majesty, I am a woman."

The silver-haired girl was not afraid.

He stood there speechless and said:

"Those are the things you should be saying to a man, not yelling at a woman."

"……yes."

Only then did the old king notice her appearance, and his expression suddenly softened:

"So it's like this... You're a woman, and you're very pretty, so you shouldn't be taking my Janet away."

After a while, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired girl again.

"Yes, you are beautiful, very beautiful."

He murmured in a low voice:

"It seems to be more beautiful than Janet... Bradley actually gave birth to such a beautiful granddaughter, which is really enviable..."

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the silver-haired girl.

Then he stretched out a hand, wanting to touch the latter's face.

What the hell!

The silver-haired girl suddenly panicked:

——That damned witch!

Could it be that she had guessed that there would be such a development, so she came here on purpose to frame herself?

Hundredth Chapter 17 The Witch in the Tank

If someone dared to touch her with their hands, she would immediately make the other party suffer.

——However, she can't draw her sword and cut down the king, can she?

In desperation, he had no choice but to take two steps back, avoiding the hand.

The king was slightly taken aback.

His eyebrows gradually rose.

He fixed his eyes on the silver-haired girl in front of him, and there was a fierce light in his eyes!

How to do?

Egwene forced herself to be calm:

If it is a king in a normal state, she has many ways to deal with him.

Don't think that she has lived in vain for the past seven years. She is already familiar with all kinds of rejection methods.

But the current king obviously has a mental problem, and she can't guarantee that she can stop a mentally abnormal person.

"If you kill the Mad King here."

"How sure can I break through the siege of the knights outside and escape to the portal?"

Someone has already started planning for the worst:

"As long as you enter the portal, there are many ways to retreat;"

"Whether it's escaping from the border and breaking into the prairie; or hiding in the forest of mist, you can easily avoid the pursuit of the kingdom's spies."

"The only problem is that if I enter the orc territory or the forest, I will be in danger myself..."

Just as she was slowly touching the hilt of the sword, a voice suddenly sounded from outside the door:

"Your Majesty, you seem a little tired."

An old man with gray hair and wrinkled face walked into the yard.

The guards nearby were already ready to ask questions.

But when they saw the person coming, they all shut their mouths.

They took a step back, out of the way, and watched the old man approach the king with respectful eyes.

Only those 10 knights did not respond, still expressionless.

But they did not step forward to stop them, acquiescing to the old man approaching their king.

"Sir Christopher..."

The fierce light in the king's eyes weakened a little.

But he still didn't intend to give up, and the hand reaching out to the silver-haired girl still stopped in mid-air.

"Your Majesty, although I know you are tired, I have something very important to report to you."

The old prime minister Christopher did not look at the silver-haired girl, but bowed his head to the king:

"Give me some time, please."

"I do not have time right now!"

The king said coldly:

"Get back, I don't want to talk to you about those boring things."

"——It's about the orc's change, Your Majesty."

The old prime minister did not flinch at all, and continued with his head down:

"You should know that our border is close to the prairie, where the orcs have established a powerful tribe."

"Even with a conservative estimate, there are nearly half a million orcs on the prairie."

He raised his head slowly, light burst out of his cloudy eyes, looked at the king and said:

"The orcs are brave and good at fighting, and all the people are soldiers; if the other party really wants to attack, we will at least face an army of more than [-]."

"Nonsense!"

Hearing his words, the king's countenance changed.

He put his hand down and said sharply:

"There is a large forest between the grassland and the border, how could the orcs march through there?"

"Your Majesty is wise."

The old prime minister said:

"I also don't think this is possible, but intelligence shows that orcs have already appeared in the Moria region."

He finally took a look at the silver-haired girl:

"This important information was sent by Egwen Garcia...the granddaughter of Bradley Garcia."

Is he here specifically to help me?

The silver-haired girl quickly understood the other party's purpose:

If you want to distract the king's attention, there is only one thing you can do, that is, there is a major crisis in the kingdom!

The old prime minister's approach was very ingenious. He not only substituted his own credit for the incident, but also vaguely reminded the king that he was the descendant of his old friend, not the ordinary girls who could be seen everywhere on the street.

If you want to take action against yourself, you must consider the consequences.

really.

The king's evil thoughts were immediately overshadowed by a sense of crisis, and the hand was slowly lowered.

"Your Majesty, I think it is necessary to hold an emergency meeting to discuss this sudden incident."

The old prime minister suggested:

"I have notified several important ministers just now, and they are rushing here."

"The venue for the meeting is temporarily set up in the old house of Juggernaut Fan Lun...that's the place, what do you think?"

"Well, that's fine too."

The king's face finally returned to its original state, and his expression became solemn and majestic:

"Come here...to change my clothes for me."