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"His Royal Highness, Lord Charles, please see me."

The king of the northern kingdom, Elizabeth's father Claude put down the little comb in his hand blankly: "What is he here for? I paid the religious tax some time ago?"

"According to him, it was Princess Elizabeth's business."

Claude sighed helplessly, restored the half-organized beard to its original shape, then took out a notebook from the drawer, and saw Charles under the leadership of the attendant.

Crowder is a typical good old man, relatively mediocre in political management, and his personality is free and easy to sound, but he doesn't want to care about anything if he doesn't sound good.

I can become a king because of a prophecy issued a long time ago when the God of Prophecy had not fallen:

The man with a mole under his eye will give birth to the greatest king ever.

Because of this prophecy, although everything was mediocre, he became a king with a mole right under his eye.

In the beginning, his inaction made the jesters of the Northern Kingdom mess up, and the people didn't have a lot of livelihood.

But a few years after Elizabeth was born, he suddenly seemed to be a different person, and everything was on the right track again.

People thought that he had suddenly opened up, but only he and his daughter knew that everything was the reason why Elizabeth was making suggestions behind the scenes.

Elizabeth showed her business acumen and political acumen at a very young age. Under her command, everything in the northern kingdom became orderly.

This time, Elizabeth said that she was going out, and Claude didn't care about everything that happened afterwards, just let it go.

In addition, she is also very aware of her father's temperament, so she deliberately left a notebook with a lot of temporary incidents recorded on it. It is enough to find the corresponding coping method when it is critical.

Although every move is ordered by his daughter, as long as he doesn't need to use his brain, he will be content with it, and he will only spend time on tidying up his mustache every day.

What's so bad about being a daughter's puppet?

With his notebook, he walked into the living room and saw Charles holding a box full of divine seals, and Vivian with his head bowed behind him.

"Bishop Charles, it's been a long time. Would you like to drink tea? By the way, I planted a few tomatoes two days ago and they have sprouted. Would you like to take a look together?"

Seeing Claude, who started chattering at home as soon as he came up, Charles still kept smiling, but he began to curse trash in his heart.

He started from the bottom step by step, and finally climbed to the position of the bishop. In the middle, he didn't know how many people betrayed and how many dirty things he did.

But this waste, obviously nothing, but just because a good person was born, he was born a king.

Why?

Although full of disgust for Claude, Charles still smiled and said: "No gossip, I'm here about your daughter Elizabeth. She has been captured in the dungeon for more than a month, don't you care about her recent situation? ?"

"It's been more than a month. I thought it was yesterday." Claude stroked the beard on his chin. "Is she caught in the dungeon?"

"Don't you care about what happened recently?" Charles asked with restrained anger.

"My daughter said she doesn't need to care, and she will be back when the time comes. That girl looks very weak, but she is actually quite good, so there should be no need to worry."

Charles' smile was getting colder and colder.

It's a waste of time to communicate with this fool.

Stroking the box in front of him, he decided to use his hidden hole cards.

This box contains the contracts he secretly collected over the years, and each contract corresponds to a powerful demon.

He originally wanted to rely on these contracts to help him ascend to the throne of the King, but now there is a more attractive **** position, so he can use these precious resources here.

Although it's a pity to waste one, it's a good deal to kill Cloud and let the demon replace him.

As everyone knows, his act of touching the box made Claude alert.

Quickly opened his notebook, he found the content that his daughter had added in the notebook before leaving.

On that page, Elizabeth wrote in graceful handwriting: "I have received reliable news that when someone touches the box in front of you, emergency measures will be initiated."

"Emergency measures... I found it, on this page. In the event of a rebellion, an invasion of an enemy country, etc., follow the procedures below. First, agree to all the other party's requests, and then wait for the opportunity to hide in the underground shelter. Do not find a servant, It contains everything you want. Although you are a useless dad, it would be troublesome without you. Before I married the brave man, you sat in that position obediently for me and waited for me to save you ."

"Elizabeth, you are still so unlovable. Where did the people who pestered me to marry Dad when I was young?"

Closing the notebook, he said to Charles, who was still stroking the box, "I agree to all your requirements."

Charles's hand stroking the box stopped abruptly.

He looked at Claude suspiciously: "I haven't said anything yet."

"I have such a good relationship with you. It doesn't matter if you don't say something. If you need to contact my cronies, I'm leaving."

After giving up everything clean, Claude left the living room under Charles's surprised eyes, then returned to his bedroom, putting his most important mustache comb and olive oil in his pocket.

Afterwards, he brought the only portrait of the family, a baby bunny doll that he must hold when sleeping, and then opened the secret door of the room with these things.

Jumping into the secret door, he slid all the way down the tunnel hidden in the castle.

Behind him, a dull sound of collapse sounded, indicating that the passage behind him has been completely closed, and no second person can come in.

At the end of the passage is a spacious underground refuge, which stores food for three years, a magic lamp, a stove, and some magic stone lamp items used to power these items.

Only he and Elizabeth knew the location of the underground refuge. All he had to do was to hide in it for a while and wait for Elizabeth to rescue him.

If Elizabeth has not waited for three years, it means she is dead.

When the time comes, he will take the next poison, go to the gods, and continue to be a father and daughter with Elizabeth.

But the other party should not want to, but it doesn't matter, he has a thick-skinned face, and he will be worn down until the other party admits that he is a father.

A day later, Charles still did not understand why it went so smoothly.

But he knew that he had no turning back.

With the order of King Crowd, he obtained the temporary transfer right of part of the royal family's army, and received the support of several famous generals.

In addition, he can also requisition resources, troops, and generals in the castles along the way to help him achieve his goals.

Except in special circumstances, the bishop has no right to manage the secular army.

His current behavior ~www.ltnovel.com~ once reflected by the Roland Church, it would be a dead end.

But he believed that the fate was on his side.

He began to rise from a slum, and step by step to the present, it is a miracle.

And he believes that miracles will happen again, he will accomplish a great cause that no one can accomplish for tens of thousands of years, and he will be promoted from a mortal to a god.

In order to achieve this goal, it doesn't matter how many people die.

It is also a great honour for them to witness the birth of a **** and become the reward of the other party's entrusted god.

Sitting on the carriage, he glanced at the army outside, then opened his suitcase and took out the organized contracts.

Taking out a contract, he communicated the existence inside.

Groups of black shadows penetrated from the contract, sank into the ground, and finally merged into the shadows of every soldier who marched.