Calamity Crown

It is basically impossible to break through such a fortress.

More importantly, his adoptive father went deep into Wolf at this moment, not knowing what was going on.

"Xilik, is there any news about the adoptive father?"

Little Gratz asked his most trusted advisor.

"no!"

"Your Excellency Marple has not sent any news!"

"However, please rest assured, Your Majesty!"

"With His Excellency Marple's strength, there is no need to worry at all!"

The old advisor said with a smile.

This is no consolation.

But sincere words.

The old advisor didn't think anything would happen to Goethe.

Little Gratz also nodded.

"I know, but there is no accurate information, I always feel..."

"Report!"

"Come in!"

A messenger ran in and handed Graz Jr. a translated telegram.

After seeing the above text, Little Gratz immediately frowned, raised his hand and handed the telegram to Sirik.

"The envoy of Beta Kingdom wants to see His Majesty?"

Sirik also frowned.

The old consultant had already guessed why Beta Kingdom came, but it was precisely because of this that he frowned—the other party was just for the land.

It used to be Lane's land.

Now it's Wolfe's land.

only……

A little too impatient, right?

The royal family of Wolfe should still have the power to fight back!

"Am I seeing or not?"

Gratz Jr. also guessed, but still asked what his advisor meant.

He believed in Sirik's experience.

"See, but don't promise anything."

"I always feel that there is something tricky."

Silik said truthfully.

"it is good."

Little Gratz nodded.

Two hours later, in the military tent of Ryan's camp, Gratz Jr. met the envoy of the Beta royal family—the court official, Xiufensi.

A man with thick powder on his face and a mouth full of yellow teeth looks like a clown.

"I have seen His Majesty Ryan."

The other party saluted with an exaggerated gesture.

He was obviously just bowing, but his chin was about to stick to his knees, and his smiling face was aimed at little Gratz, like a folded compasses—it looked weird, but it was very funny.

However, the action is not slow.

Raising his hand, he raised a piece of silk cloth above his head, and without changing his posture, he just walked towards Little Graz, stopped at a distance of five steps, and let Sirik take the silk cloth, but his mouth became more and more serious. said respectfully.

"This is the letter of credence given to you by our Majesty."

After speaking, this man straightened up, but his funny and humble appearance still made people feel funny.

It's as if...

clown!

That's right, the clown!

This is what a clown in a sideshow looks like!

Court official?

Court jester, huh?

Little Gratz thought in his heart, and looked at Sirik.

The old consultant had a dignified face, and handed the letter of credence to Graz Jr.

Little Gratz glanced at him. On the surface, he was calm, but secretly he roared again and again.

Damn!

asshole!

The fingers of the young king holding the silk cloth were white from the exertion.

why?

Very simple!

It is written in the credential that the Beta royal family has sent troops in accordance with the request of the Kingdom of Lane, and has resolved the crisis of Lane. At this moment, Lane needs to pay military expenses and corresponding remuneration according to the previous agreement.

Little Gratz resisted the urge to throw the silk cloth on the ground and step on it.

The gaze he looked at Xiufensi, the court official of the Beta royal family, changed again.

At this time, how could the young king not understand the purpose of the Beta royal family sending this clown-like court official—the other party was humiliating him!

Hint he's a clown!

"Did King Beta say anything else?"

Little Gratz asked expressionlessly.

"Our Majesty, I hope you can fulfill your promise as soon as possible."

Xiufensi relayed the truth, but his tone was full of arrogance.

The other party looked completely condescending, and when they saluted before, they were almost two people-this made little Gratz understand that the other party did it on purpose!

It wasn't enough to humiliate him!

Still playing with him!

Especially when he saw Xiufensi's sudden sarcasm, Graz Jr. was even more affirmed of this.

He really wanted to kill the guy in front of him.

but……

No!

"Okay, I know."

"You go back first!"

Little Gratz suppressed his anger and waved his hands.

"Okay, please hurry up."

"My Majesty has a bad temper!"

Xiufensi covered his mouth and chuckled before leaving the military tent.

And the moment the court official of the Beta royal family left the military tent, little Gratz couldn't bear it anymore. He threw the letter of credence on the ground and stomped on it crazily.

"Beep! Beep! Beep beep!"

A series of completely indescribable obscene words came from the mouth of Little Graz.

A full 10 minutes!

Only then did Little Gratz stop panting heavily.

"This guy is threatening me!"

"He occupied the Fortress of Tik and took the initiative, and we have not recovered from Wolfe's attack - if I don't give military expenses and corresponding rewards, he will definitely send troops to attack us!"

"Ah ah ah! Asshole!"

As he spoke, Little Gratz was furious again.

Sirik's face sank like water.

The good-natured and dedicated old consultant, who had only hoped to find a place to retire, was also angry.

So bullying!

Really are……

Ugh!

More helplessness appeared in the old consultant's eyes.

The situation is better than people.

What can we do?

"Your Majesty, we have endured this time."

"When His Majesty Marple returns, we can recuperate—three years, three years at the most, and we will be able to wash away this shame!"

The old consultant tried to persuade him in a low voice.

"Well, three years!"

"Three years, hey!"

The young king repeated the time in a low voice.

That strong sense of shame stung him more than death.

He, little Gratz swears, must clean up his past shame!

He, little Graz swears, must get it back a hundred times and a thousand times!

Let's count this time first...

"Report!"

"Secret letter from Prince Regent Marple!"

The messenger ran in again, with a bound middle-aged man wearing a long robe beside him—there was half a footprint on the middle-aged man's robe, and his face was full of dissatisfaction. After the little Graz, he said loudly: "I am the messenger of King Wolfe, and I have brought a message from His Majesty. I am willing to be captured to express my sincerity, but it does not mean that you can humiliate me!"

"King Wolfe?"

"Wolf VIII?"

Little Gratz narrowed his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes.

Why did Ryan become what he is today? This old bastard caused it all by himself!

He and King Beta are what he must kill in this life!

"Please don't get me wrong!"

"My Majesty is Poirot Marple, the real king of Wolfe, not the 'false king' like before!"

"Um?!"

"Father (His Royal Highness the Regent)?"

Inside the military tent, Gratz Jr. and Sirik exclaimed.

The two of them looked at each other in dismay, and the Transcendent who communicated was narrating everything, and produced evidence—only a few of them knew one thing.