The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

The long sword was pulled out, and the body of the Duke of Bristol knelt down on the ground weakly. He was holding a pocket watch in his hand. The case was opened, and there was a magical photo of his daughter and son smiling at him holding hands.

Presumably this is a very good father.

Xi Wei shook his head. He bent down and stuffed the pocket watch into the pocket of the Duke of Bristol's breastplate, then turned and walked towards Jessica.

These two dukes can not die.

But that would increase the stakes for Jessica's reign, verbal allegiances are always questionable, and only the dead can fully settle.

His path will eventually be littered with bones.

For this, Xi Wei has long been prepared.

"Princess of the Merton Empire, Jessica."

Xi Wei stood in front of Jessica, his solemn and solemn voice echoed throughout the bloody hall. The princess of the Merton Empire was still kneeling in a pool of blood, at a loss.

Jessica looked up.

In the field of vision, the face of Winter King was shrouded in the light of the crystal lamp above her head, which was unrecognizable, mysterious and ethereal like a god, which made her straighten her back unconsciously, and she had a premonition of something.

Xi Wei took a dagger from Kang Nai's hand, and the blade lightly tapped on Jessica's shoulder.

"Starting today, I, the king of the Winter Empire, Xi Wei-Golden Lion, grants you the power of the king of the Merton Empire. I hope you will develop the empire with all your heart, love your people, have a strong armed force, and show the glory that a human empire should have. .”

After saying that, Xi Wei took King Merton's crown out of the interspatial ring, held it up with both hands, and held it above Jessica's head.

The princess lowered her head, her body was still stained with blood, and wherever she looked, there were corpses everywhere, but King Winter's gaze forced her to calm down until the king's crown was gently placed on her head.

She closed her eyes and clenched her fists tightly.

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It was already dawn when Marquez arrived at the gate of Merton Palace.

At this moment, the defenders of the entire city of Merton have been completely defeated.

The guards of the royal city died cleanly, most of the king's core guards were captured, and the heavily armored knight army was smashed into history by a sword light that penetrated most of Meton City.

The palace gate in front of him was tightly closed.

There is still a lot of dust on the black black iron gate, it seems that no one has ever entered here.

But Marquez knew that the Dukes of Bristol and Corvette were inside.

It was quiet inside the door, no matter what the outcome was.

Everything is over.

Marquez took a deep breath.

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed on the palace door, his hands were trembling uneasy, and the arm armor was still stained with blood that hadn't dried up.

"crunch-"

The door opens.

A strong smell of blood came over his face.

Marquez's face changed slightly, and his field of vision gradually widened. He saw the queen wearing a crown sitting upright on the throne in the center, looking down at him with cold eyes.

Standing beside the queen was a girl who looked younger.

She sat down on the steps carelessly.

With his hands on his cheeks, his two short legs dangled one after the other.

Look down.

The huge body of Duke Corvette was lying in a pool of blood. Not far away, the sky knight Arlan died in a miserable state. His head was flattened and his face was covered with dirty gravel. It was difficult to distinguish his face. That black leather armor to distinguish identity.

Under a load-bearing column near the sand table.

The Duke of Bristol knelt there, leaning against the cold stone pillars. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. There was a huge blood hole in his chest, and blood was everywhere around him until the gate of the palace.

Marquez's eyelids twitched, his eyelashes flickered in front of his eyes, his vision gradually blurred, his nose was sore, his legs limp and he knelt down on the ground.

"...Your Majesty, the city, all the rebels in the city have been wiped out, you are safe!"

He lowered his head and shouted hoarsely.

The tears and the blood on his face mixed into blood, which rolled down on the floor drop by drop. Sadness was like a sharp knife about to cut his heart and his chest.

He squeezed his trembling fists and tried his best to suppress the emotions in his heart. He still vaguely remembered what the Duke of Bristol told him:

"After pushing open the gate of the palace, no matter who is sitting on the throne, bow their heads, kneel on the ground, bow their heads and surrender. Only in this way can the entire Buwen collar be preserved and the disaster of death can be avoided."

And he is doing the same now.

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Duchy of Matt.

A banquet is being held in the majestic Macledo Castle.

Among those at the banquet was Matt Duke.

His son-in-law, Peleston Earth Knight.

And a group of little nobles under his command.

At this time, the banquet had already started for a while, the table was messed with cups and plates, and the servants were hurrying to clean up, and at the same time, more maids were queuing up to serve the dishes.

Cavaliers eat a lot.

Generally, such a banquet can eat the food of an ordinary noble family for a month.

The leftovers from the banquet can still support the slave labor and hounds in the castle for a full week. If it is winter, the shelf life of food is longer, and this time can be doubled.

Sitting at the top, Duke Matt was crossing his legs, holding a goblet in his hand, and the bloody red wine was as silky as the skirt of a dancing girl as he swayed with his fingers.

His face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, and he was obviously very intoxicated by the feeling alcohol brought him, so much so that even though he could use his fighting spirit to clear the drunkenness from his body, he did not do so.

He is now in his 52nd year ruling the Duchy.

Since his ancestors were once the personal guard knights of King Meton, and had defended King Meton twice from death, his Duke status has always been very stable.

Even after the new King Merton—Prince Howard took over, he didn't say anything.

From the bottom of his heart, Duke Matt despises a young and weak king like Howard.

It is already a great deal of face for him to stay in the dukedom without doing anything.

"My lord, there is a knight outside the castle."

Soldiers came to report.

"Knight?" Duke Matt smiled strangely, "There are so many knights in my dukedom, which knight are you talking about? roll!"

The surrounding knights and nobles laughed "呵呵".

They thought it was a stunned young man who came to the door alone without being invited by the lord.

Today's banquet is the annual gold-sharing banquet.

The generous Duke Matt will share [-]% of this year's tax revenue with the young nobles he recognizes, and reward a group of knights who have made great achievements in the territory, and sometimes hold tournaments.

These measures are not only to win over people's hearts

It is also to cultivate loyal followers to him.

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