Imperial Crown

"Forget it, I'm not interested in men." Raven gritted his teeth, pushed his knees hard, strung the crossbow, and aimed at the monster in front of him again.

Seeing this scene, Donald couldn't help but look at his distant nephew.

He was 1.8 meters tall, well-proportioned, with black hair combed back, revealing a broad and full forehead, a pair of black eyes in the deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and plump nose wings, making his face three-dimensional and profound. He was a handsome man with a very masculine aura.

A typical member of the Griffith family.

"Oh, my dear nephew, I have to admit that I was wrong. I didn't expect that a scum who only knew how to cheat and deceive and hide under women's skirts all day long would have such calmness and courage."

"Not everyone can choose to resist at the first time when faced with such a situation."

"Maybe this is the blood inheritance of the Griffith family."

Donald lowered his eyes, and his tone was full of nostalgia: "If Ted and Monka were alive now, they should be this old."

"How did they die?" Raven knew the answer, but he still asked it. He needed time to recover his strength.

Donald sighed: "Ted is my most valued son. He has been calm and decisive since he was a child, and his talent in fighting skills is far beyond ordinary people. I didn't want to kill him!"

"But he is too weak!"

"I just cut his wrist, and he cried and screamed in pain, begging me to spare him-the Griffith family does not need such a weak heir!"

Looking at Donald's hideous face, Raven's mouth twitched: "Where is Monka?"

"Monka is a bastard!!" Donald's voice suddenly rose several degrees, and he cursed: "I negotiated with him as a father and asked him to donate half of his blood, but he drew his sword against me and asked me to go to the Vatican to confess!"

"Such a rebellious son, of course, cannot be left, so I killed him!!"

Raven resisted the urge to curse and asked again: "What about Lisa, is she too weak, or did she disobey you?"

"Oh, little Lisa, my little angel." Donald smiled gently and his tone became soothing: "She is really the kindest and cutest girl in the world. She inherited her mother's red hair, is as lively as a fawn, and always has a sweet smile on her apple-like face."

"You know, as a baron, there are many things to deal with, but no matter how busy I am, as long as I see her, all my troubles disappear."

Donald's mouth trembled, revealing a morbid smile: "I still remember that night, it was her twelfth birthday, Lisa was brought here by me, and dressed up as beautiful as a doll."

"Daddy needs a little of your blood, just a little. I told her."

"Do you know how she answered me?"

Before he finished speaking, Raven decisively pulled the trigger.

He has always been very proud of his ability to imagine, and he can be said to have read all the movies in the world without any code in his heart!

But just through Donald's description, Raven can feel the despair and suffocation from the depths of his soul.

And he also found the best opportunity.

Boom——

The crossbow arrow pierced through the skin and penetrated Donald’s forehead, but the sound was as dull as if it was shot into a ball of rubber.

Donald’s head suddenly tilted back, almost sticking to his back, and then slowly straightened up with a creaking sound.

The huge pressure that suddenly poured into his head squeezed his eyeballs out of his eye sockets, and his chin became crooked, like a broken doll, but his voice did not stop:

"She said,

Dad, it hurts a little.

But I can still hold on, it’s okay!

...Lisa is so cold...Can you hug Lisa?"

Raven’s eyebrows jumped wildly, and he slowly retreated while loading the last crossbow arrow!

Donald grabbed the tail of the crossbow arrow on his head, pulled it out, and threw it on the ground with a clang. The wound on his forehead began to heal at a strange speed:

"Oh, my little Lisa, I really didn't want her to die, but she was too young and had too little blood in her body. In order to complete the ritual, I had to do that..."

"Raven, this is all your fault!"

"If you had come to the castle earlier and done all this earlier, then they wouldn't have to die, they wouldn't have to die!!!"

The distance between the two was not far. Donald rushed to Raven in two steps. The latter also finished loading the last crossbow arrow and raised the crossbow.

But before he could pull the trigger, he was grabbed by Donald's chest, swung up a big circle, and slammed to the ground!

"Wow--"

A mouthful of blood gushed out of Raven's mouth, but he still held the crossbow firmly, aimed at Donald's back, but did not pull the trigger immediately.

The latter turned around with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"It seems that you already know that you can't kill me now with this level of enchanted weapons."

"Raven, my dear nephew, I have to admit that you are calm, steady, and tough, and you are indeed a qualified Griffith."

"Unfortunately, there is only one Griffith who can walk out of this secret room today, but it won't be you!"

Donald raised his foot and kicked Raven's ribs hard. The latter was kicked into the corner with a whoosh like a broken bag.

But he struggled to lean against the wall at the first time, raised his crossbow with both hands and aimed at Donald, his head tilted up, his eyes full of disdain and contempt!

"Raven is already a complete scumbag, but compared to you, he is simply a saint!"

He coughed violently, and the remaining blood overflowed from his nasal cavity. His face became paler, his breathing became more and more difficult, and every part of his body ached, as if he had a 40-degree fever!

But those eyes, burning with the flame of unwillingness, stared at Donald!

“I was complaining about why the fuck I was put in such a fucking body, but now I understand.

I came here just to kill you! "

Donald laughed loudly: "Hahaha - kill me?"

He opened his arms: "This is a gift from the Mother of Pure Black, an immortal body given by the gods!

Why do you kill me, based on the toy in your hand? "

Maybe Raven did have some cleverness and showed more tenacity and calmness than he expected, but so what?

After all, he is a mortal, not even a first-level transcendent.

He could already foresee the expression of despair on Raven's face when this attack failed, as well as the helpless humiliation!

"Yes, I'll kill you." Raven's hands suddenly moved down an inch. The arrow originally pointed at Donald's heart was aimed at his lower abdomen, and he decisively pulled the crossbow.

With a pop, the crossbow arrow pierced the skin and penetrated to the root!

Donald's expression suddenly changed. His hands were trembling and he wanted to get closer to his lower abdomen, but his body was gradually losing control. His fingers began to twist and twitch in an extremely unnatural way, as if his bones had been broken. His face was full of dismay. Confidence: "H-How could you, how could you possibly discover my weakness!?"

With a clang, Raven dropped the hand crossbow on the ground, stretched out his hand to touch the magic stabbing sword in the corner: "The seemingly transparent skin is actually a painted disguise, which makes people think that you are still human at first. biology."

"But you're not."

"You don't have a skull." He pointed to Donald's somewhat deformed head: "There is no humanoid creature without a skull, and no humanoid creature hatches from a chrysalis."

"You're more like an insect than a human."

Raven leaned on the rapier and stood up slowly against the wall: "Unfortunately, I know exactly where the insect's vital points are."

"Impossible...impossible!!" Donald roared, and dark blood spilled from his mouth: "The existence of the Chrysalis is an unsearchable secret even in the Church of Light. How did you know!?"

With a clanking sound, Raven unsheathed his stabbing sword with a trace of sarcasm on his lips:

"Have you never eaten silkworm chrysalis?

That's a great thing to drink with. "

Donald's pupils were trembling, there were never any bugs in the aristocrat's diet!

"Don't... don't kill me!" Donald's body has completely stiffened, and black viscous bodily fluids are leaking from the wound on his abdomen: "I, I am an Imperial Baron, if you kill me, you will not be able to walk out of this alive. A castle!”

Raven smiled disdainfully: "The Griffith family has a blood curse. No man has ever lived beyond the age of forty."

"Uncle Donald, if I remember correctly, you are thirty-nine years old, right?"

"You died here today, what's the surprise?"

Donald's pupils contracted out of despair, and his lips trembled: "This... this..."

Raven intensified his offensive: "I am now the first heir to the Griffith family."

"Once you die, I will be the next Baronet, Raven Otta Griffith."

"I think your charm is not big enough for others to offend the current baron, right?"

"And all this is thanks to you." Raven wandered three steps away from Donald:

"Who asked you to kill your three children and your first wife with your own hands!?"

He reluctantly raised his arm, and the one-meter-long enchanted stabbing sword illuminated with a pale white magic light, and he raised his hand and stabbed Donald in the abdomen!

"No--"

The stabbing sword broke through the skin, penetrated deep into the flesh, and struck a hard object. Vaguely, Raven heard a baby crying. He gritted his teeth and suddenly pushed the sword blade forward another inch!

The surging energy rolled back along the sword, poured into Raven's body, rushed along the arm, and finally settled on his eyes.

In the soul, dozens of voices overlapped:

"A calmness that is calm in every situation, a wisdom that is insightful, the courage to challenge powerful enemies, and a... [soul] that never surrenders!"

"I give you... the key to unlocking the bloodline of the Griffith family."

"[Eye of Truth]!"

The sound disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed, but the scene in front of Raven was completely different.

He could see that on Donald's standing stiff body, a thick black air was dissipating, which was the trace of the pure black mother's power.

The magic stabbing sword in his hand, like the enchanted crossbow arrows falling on the ground, shone with a light green light, which was a symbol of primary enchantment.

At this moment, Raven understood that different enchanted items would have completely different colors in his eyes.

Green represents excellence, basic enchantment; blue represents excellence, intermediate enchantment; purple represents epic, advanced enchantment; gold represents legend, legendary enchantment; dark gold represents an artifact.

"This is the [Eye of Truth], can you see the essence of magical power?"

As if he had obtained a new toy, Raven looked around and found a blue light in the clothes that Donald took off in the corner.

Excellent props!

For a moment, Raven felt that his steps were much lighter.

After all, who doesn't like to search the body after killing the boss?

He squatted down and searched for a while, and a glass bottle as thick as a thumb was held in Raven's hand, with thick red liquid rippling inside.

"Primary healing potion?" Raven scratched his head in confusion: "It's obviously a primary enchanted prop, why is it emitting blue light?"

But it's better to have it than not. Raven opened the bottle stopper and drank it all in one gulp. Suddenly, a warm current went down his throat into his stomach and flowed into his limbs.

A tingling feeling came, and Raven raised his arm, only to see that the wound that had been cut before was quietly healing, without any trace, and the dull pain between the chest and ribs disappeared without a trace.

"Is this the effect of the primary healing potion? It's really magical, no wonder it's so expensive."

The primary healing potion sold by the Holy See of Light costs five gold coins per bottle, and Raven has never been willing to buy it.

The strange thing is that the blue light on the medicine bottle has not dissipated.

"Strange thing, could it be that this medicine bottle itself is an intermediate magic prop?" Raven was a little confused, and put the cork back in. Just as he was about to take it back, he found something wrong.

Under the bottom of the bottle, which should have been empty, a layer of water light accumulated.

"What is this...?"

Raven's eyes lit up, and he raised the medicine bottle, his nails were flush with the water light, and he looked at it for a full minute.

A minute later, he was surprised to find that there was a little more liquid in the medicine bottle.

"Could this medicine bottle be able to automatically generate primary healing potions!?"

Although I don't know how long it takes to generate a bottle, one bottle is five gold coins!

Five!

One gold coin is equivalent to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin is equivalent to one hundred copper coins.

In the city of Mon'en, a pound of black bread is worth three copper coins, a liter of milk is ten copper coins, and five gold coins are enough for a well-off family to spend for a year.

In this remote Eagle Town, most people have never seen the appearance of gold coins in their lives, and having a few silver coins in hand is considered generous!

If he returns to Mon'en City now, just by selling healing potions with this medicine bottle, Raven can become a small rich man!

"Donald, you still have some wealth!"

Raven jumped up excitedly: "This initial BOSS reward is not bad!"

Putting the medicine bottle on his belt, Raven calmed down and his eyes fell on the woman who was still lying quietly on the ground.

She has a dazzling wavy blonde hair, a delicate melon-seed face that is as delicate as a baby's, her eyes are closed, her eyebrows are slightly locked, and her delicate lips are tightly pursed.

The priest robe is made of cotton cloth, and the whole is milky white. The edges of the two-sided lapels are embroidered with golden patterns. On the chest is a pair of sun and moon patterns made of gold and silver. It is wrapped very tightly, squeezing the plump body, and looks very three-dimensional.

90, 60, 92!

Raven has seen countless movies in his previous life and countless people in this life, but this is the first time he has seen such a perfect figure.

And the dazzling white light flowing in her body represents the identity of a second-level divine magician.

Lacus, the only priest in the Eagle Town Church.

"Does the Church of Light eat so well?" Raven scratched his head, walked to Lacus, leaned down, and reached out to her chest...

Under the nose.

"Fortunately, there is still breathing..." Raven breathed a sigh of relief.

The Church of Light has a huge influence in the Kandi Empire. The coronation of successive kings must be presided over by the Pope, and the status of clergy is even more outrageous.

If this priest died in Eagle Town inexplicably, Raven would not be able to inherit the title, and being hanged would be a great blessing. The stake would be his only destination!

After confirming that she was still alive, Raven's eyes moved to Donald's still stiff body, and his brows knitted tightly.

Donald's current appearance, anyone can see at a glance that he is related to the evil god.

Whether it is the Church of Light or the Keynes Empire, there is only one attitude towards things related to the evil god: it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go.

Just two years ago, a case suspected of summoning the evil god occurred in Mon'en City. After the incident, half a block, a full 65 households, and more than 500 people were all taken away by the Tribunal of the Church of Light. Until now, no one has returned!

If Donald is found to be related to the evil god, let alone inheriting the title, it would be a blessing for Raven to be able to walk to the stake alive!

"Hey, I'm lucky. I'm next to two stakes and I haven't been burned to death."

He laughed and teased himself, but Raven's expression was not relaxed.

The most urgent task is to dispose of the body of his cheap uncle before Lux wakes up!

But friends who often kill people know that it is easy to kill people but difficult to dispose of the body.

Donald's body is two meters tall and weighs at least 200 pounds.

Not to mention that it is difficult for Raven to stand now, even when he is in his strongest state, he can't move this dead pig!

"What should I do..." Raven slowly sat on the ground and began to think about the next countermeasures.

In the castle, there are three guards, a cook, and a butler.

Outside the castle, there are Donald's second wife Denise and his stepson Weston.

Close the secret room and conceal the death temporarily?

No!

Let’s not talk about the chef for now. The chief guard and the butler are all Donald’s confidants. If they deliberately conceal the truth, these people will definitely not obey their orders and may even turn to Denise.

Fictive blood relatives are also blood relatives. Although they are ranked after themselves, Weisdong also has the right of inheritance.

We must find a way to pull these two important figures in the castle onto our chariot!

A plan began to brew in Raven’s mind. After repeated deductions, the smile on his face became more and more intense.

“Let’s do it!”

As he said that, he swung his arm fiercely and slapped on a soft object.

It was trembling and felt really good!

Wait, what did I slap?

Raven slowly turned around and saw that his hand was on a tight priest robe, just covering the sun.

“Hmm…” With a soft snort, Lux opened her eyes, revealing charming eyes like azure gemstones.

Raven was extremely nervous: "Beauty, listen to my explanation!"

But his hand was cramped at this time and he grabbed twice!

……