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"How shameless!" City Lord Amos was furious. "Come here, take them away immediately—"

His words suddenly stopped, as if his throat had been cut by a knife.

An extremely handsome face appeared in his sight, but what gave Lord Amos a strong shock was certainly not the outstanding facial features, but the oppressive feeling from the visitor.

City Lord Amos' pupils contracted violently, and he opened his mouth in disbelief: "Lan, Lan Lan Lan..."

Lanslo didn't even give him time to kneel down and beg for mercy. He just quickly drew his gun, pulled the trigger, blew the muzzle, and put the gun away.

The action was done in one go, leaving no chance for anyone to react.

“Boom!”

City Lord Amos stared with his eyes wide open, and his fat body fell heavily to the ground without a sound.

Until his death, he had no idea how Lancelot ended up here.

With a plop, the butler who had just stood up fell down again, not even daring to breathe.

Why did the legendary executioner come to such a remote small city like Amos?

The emperor is far away and even the Flemish royal family cannot control this place.

Although Lancelot Austin has great power, he is overwhelmed by his duties and there are more important things waiting for him to do.

Why is that?

The butler was puzzled, but at the same time, he was more terrified.

As the confidant of Lord Amos, he was responsible for most of the work. If Lancelot blamed him, then he...

The butler wanted to run away, but his body was so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

"Oh, there is also a little follower." Lancelot glanced at him calmly, "He aided and abetted the tyrant and harmed the civilians. He deserves to be killed."

There was another "gunshot" and everything fell silent.

After firing two shots in succession, Lancelot took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The other party answered the call immediately, and his voice was extremely cautious: "Lord Lan, Lord Lanslo, I wonder if you have any instructions? His Majesty is taking a lunch break now, I am afraid he will not be able to respond to your message in time."

"No hurry, just let the old man know that I have killed the Lord of Amos, and ask him to send a wise man to manage the city." Lancelot said coldly, "If you find someone who abuses power and oppresses the civilians again, don't blame me for being rude."

“Yes… yes, yes!” The other party was shocked. “I will report this matter to Your Majesty truthfully and will not let you down.”

In the entire Cangyuan Kingdom, Lancelot is the only one who can always call the King of Beirut "old thing".

It would be better for him to report to His Majesty as soon as possible.

At this moment, in the royal palace in the capital city of Cangyuan Kingdom.

Beirut Flanders looks like a middle-aged man in his forties. He has a dignified look, but there is a dark area under his eyes, which makes him look a bit sinister.

"Your Majesty, forty years have passed. If such a person really appeared to threaten your throne, the high priest would definitely not sit idly by." The queen said gently, "You don't need to worry too much. You can live for a long, long time."

The King of Beirut did not relax because of this: "As long as the day mentioned by the High Priest has not come, my heart will never be at peace."

"Your Majesty..." A voice sounded outside the door, "I have an important matter to report to you. Lord Lancelot killed the mayor of Amos City and asked you to send a wise man to govern Amos City."

King Beirut's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he said through his teeth: "I understand."

"Your Majesty, the trouble at hand is not the dead man in the prophecy, but Lancelot." The queen's expression was also very cold. "I'm afraid he is thinking of usurping your throne."

"If the high priest hadn't said that we must protect the last bloodline of the Austin family, I would have killed him long ago." King Beirut took a deep breath, "Forget it, as long as he is devoted to Cangyuan Country, I will endure it."

**

"What bad luck." Lancelot hung up the phone rudely. "As the king of a country, he doesn't care about anything. He only knows how to eat and drink, sing and play music all day long. It would be strange if he is not corrupt."

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you know a prophecy made by the high priest more than forty years ago?"

"Are you saying that the old man's seventh son will overthrow his rule?" Lancelot raised his eyebrows. "Of course I know that. In order to cover up this fact, the old man killed many people, including the late queen."

But there is no wall that is completely airtight in this world. If you don't want others to know, then don't do it.

"Now, the day in the prophecy is getting closer and closer." Lancelot sighed, "The old man can't eat or sleep well, and his temper is even more erratic. Although I don't like the old priest, I hope the prophecy is true."

Ye Wanlan thought thoughtfully: "How long will it take?"

"Let me calculate. It is now January 9, 5783 in the Cangyuan calendar, and the predicted date is April 4." Lanslo counted on his fingers, "There are less than three months left. No wonder the old man is so anxious."

"Three months." Ye Wanlan narrowed his eyes, "That's enough."

"What?" Lancelot crossed his arms. "Can you tell fortunes? I remember there was a sect in Shenzhou called Taisu Sect, right?"

"I can't tell fortunes." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "But some things may not be predictions, but notifications."

Lancelot was confused: "Why don't I understand?"

"You don't have to understand." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "You will see it."

"Okay, you're smarter than me anyway, so if you don't tell me, there's nothing I can do." Lancelot shrugged. "By the way, bloodline awakening is not within my jurisdiction. Although I do have the ability to give you a place directly, if I do that, you will definitely be targeted by the royal family."

The Flanders family has been in charge of the Cangyuan Kingdom for thousands of years, but because the Atlanteans have a long lifespan, it has only been passed down to Beirut Flanders for five generations.

But the first and second kings were wise rulers, but by the third generation they had already shown signs of decline.

The current King of Beirut is even more brutal and ruthless, and does not allow anyone to disobey or resist him.

"If it weren't for the high priest, the throne would have changed hands long ago." Lancelot clenched his fists.

After that, he snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the royal city. I have to go back to take care of military affairs."

The two headed to the teleportation array in Amos City.

Ye Wanlan contacts Yan Tingfeng.

[Ye Wanlan]: Listen, I have collected some information about the Supreme Intelligence. It is very likely that He was sent to Atlantis by the Time Administration to correct some time errors.

[Listen]: Okay, I'm on my way to Chongming King's City. It's very different from what I imagined.

[Ye Wanlan]: How is it different?

[Listen]: There is no difference between the general public and the people of China. Adults go to work, children go to class and study, and life is very peaceful.

[Ye Wanlan]: It is the same in Cangyuan Country. We have deep misunderstandings about each other.

[Listen]: Xiao Wan, in seven days, the annual meeting between Chongming Kingdom and Cangyuan Kingdom will begin. I will go to Cangyuan Kingdom at this time.

[Ye Wanlan]: I'll wait for you.

"Who are you messaging? You look so happy." Lancelot asked sarcastically, "Do you know someone in Atlantis who you are more familiar with besides me?"

Ye Wanlan didn't comment: "Are you itchy?"

"You haven't even awakened your bloodline, so I won't fight you." Lancelot snorted, "The difference between awakened bloodline and not awakened bloodline is as huge as the difference between heaven and earth."

"I have something else that I need your help to find." Ye Wanlan suddenly said, "The Sword of King Yan."

Three words, Lancelot's expression suddenly changed! (End of this chapter)