I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

He asked the servant who came to report in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"

The servant shrugged, but insisted: "I'm not talking nonsense, my lord, there are many knights outside, and they all hold swords."

Milton murmured: "Impossible, it's impossible for Azeweis to do this. This must be a misunderstanding. I'm going to ask."

He hurriedly stood up, but the injured hand was gently covered by the old prince: "You are injured, child, you should be sober, did you really have no premonition of all this?"

Don't you have a hunch?Didn't he have a premonition when Azeweisi apologized to him again and again for the endless things, and then left?

Don't you have a hunch?Didn't he have a premonition when he cheerfully told Azeweisi that he wanted to take him to meet his father, but Azeweisi hesitantly stated that His Majesty would not be happy to see this scene?

Don't you have a hunch?Didn't he have a premonition when he asked about the relationship between the two and only got Azeweisi's seemingly gentle but vague attitude?

The old Duke's soft words seemed to suddenly clear away the fog that had shrouded Milton's eyes for a long time.

Milton's tears fell drop by drop, causing more severe burning pain on the back of his scalded hand, but it couldn't overcome the emptiness in his heart at the moment.

He asked the old duke almost helplessly: "Father, did I do something wrong, did I ruin the glory of the Killington family? Father, not only is it a waste, but now I have led wolves into the house. All this is my fault, father." You scold me."

The tears that Milton suppressed made the old Duke, who was used to strong winds and waves, unable to bear the soreness in his heart. He buried Milton in his arms: "My child, this will never be your fault."

Milton had never been so sober. At this moment, he didn't have the right to hide in his father's arms. He was finally forced to grow up.

"Killington will never perish." Milton looked resolute, and the corners of his lips slowly curled into a stubborn arc: "Just before that, I want to ask him why."

Faintly, Milton heard the old Duke sigh.

"Go, you have to learn to face some things by yourself."

Milton stood behind the old duke, holding the staff made of elven wood. Everyone knew that he could not use the power of the staff, but he stood here because of his attitude.

Just like Azeweisi, when he led the Knights into the territory of the Killington family, this was also his attitude.

The leader of the Knights almost urged Azeweisi in a gloating tone: "My lord, if you delay any longer, you will delay reporting to His Majesty."

Azeweis closed his eyes, recalling in his mind the scene where the old king called him to the council hall.

Perhaps the old king's vision has gradually begun to blur, but his eyes are still sharp, and his heart is brighter. He looked at Azeweisi and said slowly: "I don't know your actions, and your methods, even I have to I praise you for your cleverness, and you are not afraid of being punished by God if you use the name of God's will to gain momentum for yourself?"

The old king has been in power for decades, and he can still be so clear and well-informed. Azeweisi did not expect it, but the overall situation has been settled. With his reputation, the old king must have to give up three points.

Thinking of this, Azeweisi finally took off the respectful disguise on his body. When he stood below with a sword, and looked at the old king, the old king actually had such a sense of absurdity that he should be, but he thought that he was only just tall. The youngest son who passed his knees, thinking of the family's century-old foundation, the old king's thoughts settled down in an instant, he stood up tremblingly, and said to Azeweisi condescendingly: "You have ambitions, I will not stop you , I can even help you."

Azeweisi's pupils constricted in an instant, if he could fight without bloodshed, it would only be good for him and not bad.

"It's just that you have to agree to two conditions. The first one is that my seat must be inherited by my youngest son."

This means that even if it is a puppet, the youngest son of the king must stay on the throne.

Azervis defaults.

"Second, you will know later. I only ask you to do these two things. If you agree, I will even help you. If you don't agree, it will be another matter."

The king sat back on the high throne, closed his eyes and meditated, only his mumbled mouth showed that he was still talking to Azeweis.

"You should know that the background of a kingdom is sometimes beyond what you can imagine."

As soon as the old king's words fell, Azeweis felt a kind of pressure overwhelming him, and his bones were creaking in protest.

saint!

No, far from a saint, but at least better than Azeweisi, better than the current Azeweisi.

Azeweisi can feel that the source of this momentum is old, but still powerful.

As soon as the old king's tone came out, the aura faded away like a tide, as if it had never appeared before. Such a freely retractable ability is another kind of deterrence.

"Then now, it's time for you to consider my conditions carefully, and don't do things that you regret, young man." Do you want the supreme power within your reach, or the vague feelings that have not been revealed?

"I've laid out my bottom line here for you to see. If the two of us reach a consensus, you will be the most powerful person in Durin. No one can bully you arbitrarily. If you say no, I'm afraid there will be a little A bloody battle, even if there will be rivers of blood in Dulin today, it is just a necessary process."

The old king's voice was understated yet full of sincere allure. Azeweis could easily feel the taut lines of his body and the clamoring desire for supreme power in his blood, only a little hesitation and retreat in the apex of his heart.

He was only one step away from the success he wanted, and his whole body was trembling with joy, but at this moment, he had to keep calm.

With such a powerful person, he can only be sure of one battle, and he has always paid attention to exchanging the smallest price for the biggest profit.

"So, what's the second thing?" he asked in a low voice.

Azeweisi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Milton's hateful eyes and the old king's plain and compassionate expression when he made the second request strangely overlapped.

"Kill the Killington family and bring back Duke Killington's head to me."

In front of them are the members of the Killington family who have given Azeweisi a friendly smile countless times. Now they look at Azeweisi with the viciousness of wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Their keen senses could even feel the scorching breath from their underdogs.

The urging voice of the head of the Knights still lingered in his ears, and the figure of Milton in front of him was also lingering.

Milton came out from behind the old Duke. His eyes, which were always full of joy in the past, are now full of sadness. He looked at Azeweisi, and he had many doubts, but now, there is only one sentence left: "It's really you .”

Azeweisi's voice was hoarse: "It's me."

Milton raised his head stubbornly, his eyes gradually turned red, and under the magnificent colors, his tone became calmer.

"I just have a few questions for you."

Azeweisi wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of Milton's eyes, his heart ached with fear.

Milton didn't wait for him to answer, every single word of the question he asked seemed to hit Azeweisi's heart, as if a piece of his heart was missing, and since then, a heart can never find a home.

"Why are you standing here today, Azeweisi, did I do something wrong?"

No, you are not wrong, only me.

"You ever said, 'You'll know,' what would I know, that you're a liar full of lies, or that you're a heartless, emotionless monster?"

Don't say that, please.

Every question Milton asked, Azeweisi seemed to be roasted on fire. He wanted to hug Milton desperately, but he remembered his past when he was bullied and the power he had at his fingertips.

Every word of the old king is the most secret desire in the depths of his soul.

Milton slowed down his tone, and he looked at Azeweisi expectantly: "Azeweisi, I don't want to know the answers to these questions anymore, I just ask you, can you come here, as long as you come here, everything Still in time."

Azeweisi looked away: "It's too late, Milton."

This sentence is too light, only the wind can hear it.

In Milton's view, this was Azeweisi's merciless rejection. He finally let out a miserable smile, and the remaining softness on his face turned into hatred.

Those were the last words Azeweis heard him say.

"Azeweiss, you are not worthy of Keeling."

In the stalemate, finally Azeweiss slowly raised the Keeling in his hand, and the patterns on it shone with beautiful streamers. Azeweiss voice was steady and slow.

"By His Majesty's order, the Killington family is blasphemy, punish them."

"Put it!"

Everyone in the Knights responded one after another, raising their swords and vibrating their voices bravely, but within a moment, the old slaves and young children of the Killington family were scattered and trampled, and killed by the swords.

The old duke was a well-known magician when he was young, but now that he was so old, he was fearless when killing the enemy, and the two sides quickly became entangled.

Roar, howl.

Blood, stumps.

Milton watched the amiable butler grandpa fall to the ground, still did not close his eyes, looked at the cousin who was the most coquettish and loved to act like a spoiled child in the past, lying alone on the side, his head was in a different place, and looked at the once powerful and great mountain Father, exhausting his last strength, cast the last spell.

The flames enveloped him, and a gentle breath enveloped him, surrounded by the shouts of other people, gradually blurred, even the figure of the old duke gradually blurred.

"Father! Don't!" Milton yelled, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch the old Duke's stalwart body gradually fall down.

The last mountain is gone after all.

"It's a forbidden spell, withdraw quickly, withdraw quickly!"

Surrounded by the shouts of the chaotic enemy troops, the raging fire raged against the wind, engulfing those who could not escape and could no longer move.

Someone around him was pulling Azeweisi, they still wanted to bring back their titular chief, countless forces pulled him, but Azeweisi's eyes were only fixed on Milton's direction.

Milton's attitude of not dodging at all almost made his heart stop.

"Milton, please, no, look at me, you still have me."

Azeweiss has never regretted it so much like this moment. No boundless rights are important anymore. He just wants his boy to be able to smile at him like before.

As soon as the fire ignited, Azeweisi wanted to set out to rescue him. He shook off all the burdens on his body and ran forward desperately. Hurry up, the fire is even faster, obviously only a little bit, just a little bit closer to Aize Weiss can hold Milton.

But Milton turned a deaf ear to all outside voices. The fire came and went, as if he had thrown himself into the sea of ​​flames, but in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the strangely red flames.

Only then did Azeweis realize that from the moment he raised his sword, Milton never looked at him again, not even a single glance.

"No, don't." Look at me, look at me, please.

Azeweisi suddenly broke free from the dream woven by memories, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, put on a piece of clothing and stumbled towards Milton's room.

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