That's a fake elf

royal palace.

Midsummer Hall.

After listening to Li Ang's narration, the veins on Milia's forehead popped out, and her face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water: "I told you a long time ago not to get involved in the political events in Pegliano. Why didn't you listen?"

"It's okay now. Because of your matter, the Druid Temple in Cuiting has sent people here."

"This is no longer a problem that I can solve alone."

"Mother, can you let me meet with the people sent by the Druid Temple to clarify things?" Li Ang said with a bitter smile.

"Clarify? How do you clarify? They only need to enter the Emerald Dream to know the truth of this matter." Milia said expressionlessly.

Originally, among the descendants of the two dukes, the one she was most optimistic about was Hekedna.

If things go according to plan, Milia is confident that Li Ang will marry her niece.

But just because Hekedna's mother, Yula, was too smart, good things turned into bad things.

According to the current situation, her selfless father is likely to report to the king and deprive the Duke of Aurora of his territory and title.

"Mother, is it true that as long as the Guardians cannot confirm the facts through the Emerald Dream, they can only rely on testimony to determine the authenticity of this matter?" Li Ang's eyes sparkled.

"Indeed, what do you want to do?" Milia frowned and asked in confusion.

"Maybe I can find a way to exonerate them." Li Ang said solemnly.

"Can you exonerate them?" Milia asked in surprise.

"Yes, but I need you to help me convince them..."

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Xiongyue City.

Council of Sages.

Under the bright yellow magic light, a high elf with a crown of thorns on his head, green robes, and a slightly older face was sitting at the right hand of Prince Lionheart.

Although he did not speak, the pressure he put on everyone was no worse than that of the prince and duke.

"Lord Emhyr."

"Say."

"As for the case of Duke Aurora murdering Duke Fanasil's son, should we investigate again? Maybe it's just a misunderstanding?"

Looking at the abyss-like green eyes of the high elf, Prince Lionheart felt his heart tighten, took a deep breath, and said bravely.

"Lord Emhyr, when it comes to the friendship between the two countries, I think we should be more cautious."

"Yes, I believe things are definitely not that simple."

"Yes, we all can see what kind of person Duke McIver is."

Looking around at the nobles with the characteristics of the Peliano royal family, Emhyr frowned slightly, took out a golden apple with only part of the pulp left, placed it on the table, and said in a deep voice:

"The fact that the McIver family used curses to persecute the heir to Duke Fanasil was reported by someone within your family. There are both witnesses and physical evidence. This is irrefutable."

"I came here not to hear your pleas for him, but to discuss how to convict him."

"If you just deal with me like this, then I can only deal with business."

Seeing the golden apple that exuded a curse, the nobles present looked solemn.

Occupying a high position, who among the people present does not know that golden apples are a specialty of Iceland?

It was with the golden apple as a dowry that Yora, a giantess from Iceland, was able to get the king's approval and marry into the Peliano royal family.

"Lord Emhyr, this golden apple that has been cursed by someone doesn't mean anything, right? After all, Madam Yora gave more than one golden apple to the royal family."

Prince Lionheart said with a forced smile.

"Since you don't give up, I can also take the prince to the Mist Mountains and enter the Emerald Dream. How about it?" Emhyr stood up slowly and said expressionlessly.

As soon as these words came out, Prince Lionheart's expression changed slightly.

It is said that the Emerald Dream is connected to the World Tree and records all the history of this world.

If it is confirmed that Duke Aurora's family did use golden apples and curses to persecute Duke Fanathil's son, it is likely to cause a rift between Fanathil and Pegliano.

"Fanasil has already made a request. If we can't reach a consensus, we will end up fighting each other. This is what I don't want to see."

Val</span>Emhyr said expressionlessly.

Just when Prince Lionheart was hesitant, a knight quickly walked into the meeting hall and whispered a few words in his ear.

The next moment, Prince Lionheart's expression changed drastically, and his eyes became a little sharp.

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royal palace.

Black Fort.

The dark cell walls were inlaid with countless torture instruments and chains.

Under the dim light, some torture instruments still smelled faintly of rust.

If you look carefully, you can find that the mottled rust is completely composed of blood spots.

"I heard that the person who was caught this time has a good background."

"Who can come in here who is not a noble?"

"But I heard that the people who were caught this time were a family, King Charlemagne's..."

"I heard that this time their family will be deprived of their titles and fiefs, and will also be exiled."

"What kind of crime did you commit that you should be dealt with like this?"

"I heard that they cursed the king...cough, cough, cough, just pretend I didn't say it."

Listening to the words of the two guards who walked past the cell door, Hekeda's breath was stagnant and she was almost out of breath.

Although she has not been tortured or abused since she came in, the dim and cramped environment here erodes her spirit all the time.

She knew very well how proud her mother and grandfather were.

If they were to be deprived of their titles and fiefs and be exiled to other places, life would definitely be worse than death for them.

As soon as she thought of this, Hekeda made up her mind. When she was interrogated, she would take all the responsibilities on herself.

Gigg cluck cluck

The sound of the iron door rubbing against the ground interrupted Hekedna's thoughts.

The dazzling light coming from the door made her eyes blurry for a moment, and she couldn't help but cover her face with her arms.

Soon, a voice came from the door.

"Miss Hekeda, come out, someone wants to see you."

Looking at the man in uniform and dressed like a jailer, Hekeda hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed him.

Looking at the torture instruments in the corridor and the haggard prisoners, she went from panic at first, to panic later, and finally started to become a little numb.

The corridor, which was only a few hundred meters long, made her feel as if she had walked through her entire life.

It wasn't until the sun shone on her face again that she realized she had left that dark place.

"Xion, my lord, I brought him out for you, but you don't know the money?"

"Todd, thank you for your hard work." Xion patted the jailer on the shoulder, took out a money bag from his hand, and stuffed it into the prisoner's arms.

"It's not hard, it's not hard." The jailer's eyes flashed, he put away his money bag and said with a flattering look:

"If Lord Xion still does such good things in the future, he must not forget the little one."

"Well, let's go down!"

"Yes, sir, then you should be busy first, and I won't disturb your good deeds."

Seeing the jailer leaving, Xion's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but it quickly disappeared.

Turning to look at Hekedna, who was a little embarrassed, Theon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took out a North Wind Knight outfit, and said with respect:

"Miss Hekeda, I was sent by your father to pick you up. He is waiting for you outside the city now. Please come with me."

"Where are my grandfather and mother?" Hekeda said in a panic.

"They are also waiting for you there." Xion lowered his head, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.