After Becoming The Tyrant

"However, the church has also recognized him as the human incarnation of Saint Val." The followers hated their king, but at this time tried to defend the king, "They also held a grand baptism for him in St. Wes Cathedral. "

Baron Sean held the torch, smiled and shook his head.

He knows his good companions too well, just like most Legrand and Bracy, they are extremely devout and have firm trust in the church...It is more painful for them to admit that the church lied and deceived everyone than accepting a tyrant up.

However, shortly after the king was born, William III, who had always been strong, retreated to the church, and the church had a greater say in the appointment and dismissal of church clergy.

Lord Sean said no more.

He drove his horse forward and took two steps forward again. While the fire was flickering, something caught his attention.

A scarlet figure appeared in front of him.

"alert."

Baron Sean did not forget that there were at least five sworn knights beside the king.Holding a torch in one hand and a sword in the other, he led the vigilant crowd forward.

Surprisingly, they were not attacked.

That scarlet shadow is the king's cloak.

It was hanging on a slightly lower tree trunk, slightly shaken by the cold wind, and looked like a king standing here from a distance.The cavalry spread out and surrounded the baron.Lord Sean reached out and took off the red cloak.Turning over to the back of the cloak, there are two holes on the cloak.

The positions are slightly down on the shoulders and at the back of the heart.

Apparently, his arrow did hit the king.

But the king was nowhere to be seen, leaving only this cloak hanging on a branch.

At this time, the Hound made a discovery.

The hound barked lowly at the ground.Baron Sean got off his horse, walked over, brushed away the thick leaves on the ground with his hand, and saw that his arrow had been discarded here.He picked up the arrow, stretched out his hand and squeezed the arrow, the sticky scarlet liquid was stained——he hit it.

"It's not far from here, search!"

Lord Sean stood up and gave the order.

The cavalry nodded and were about to disperse.

The hounds suddenly rushed to the side of the horses, clinging to their masters, and made a strange, nervous sound from their throats, which was not a warning, but rather a great fear.They shivered toward the darkness ahead of the forest.

"what's the situation?!"

The cavalry looked in horror in the direction the hounds were terrified.

There was a thick darkness... I don't know if it was their illusion, but at this moment, the darkness seemed to be expanding, and something inside seemed to be waking up little by little, and then salivated at the uninvited guests... what is it !

The war horses also began to feel uneasy, and the cavalry had to tighten the reins vigorously.

"What is that? My lord, what is that?!"

The servant asked in panic.

Grabbing the iron arrow and cloak, Baron Sheen jumped up and got on his horse.His steed is the best of Legrand's famous horses, but it is also trembling at this time.

"withdraw!"

A strong sense of crisis swept over his heart, and Baron Sean gave the order without hesitation.

The war horse rushed out of the Kono forest shrouded in mystery almost without the owner waving the whip.

After leaving the Kono Forest, the feeling of being watched suddenly disappeared, but everyone still had lingering fears when they looked back at the dense black tree trunk.

"Block the forest."

Baron Sean was not completely useless. He got the king's cloak and iron arrows, and he was able to confirm that he had indeed shot the king--this was actually enough.Cold rain, forest, no medical officer... Baron Sean couldn't imagine how the king could survive.However, out of caution, he decided to block those parts of the forest leading to the road.

"Just by..."

Baron Sean pondered for a moment, then smiled.

"In the name of protecting the royal forest."

The cavalry laughed.

…………

Tick.

Raindrops fell on the moss-covered ground, and the breath was damp and cold.

Lord Sean's estimation was actually wrong. The king was not near the trunk where the cloak hung, and they went deeper.Almost at the moment when the horse stopped wearily, the king and his knights rolled off their horses, and they all fell to the ground exhausted.

Thanks to the thick moss and fallen leaves, they didn't get new injuries.

The king listened for a while, and the cloak he left to confuse the view should have worked.

The pursuers no longer followed.

The rain also stopped at this time, but the place they were in was still very dark, and even after their eyes got used to it, they could only vaguely see the outlines of the people around them.They had no torches, and they were cold and tired, and all of them were wounded.

It was a terrible night.

A vowed knight spoke up and said that things would be much better when they meet other people at dawn.

Hearing this, the king sneered softly and coldly in the dark: "That would be really great, and Baron Sean will not need to do anything."

For God's sake, they'd better hope not to meet anyone else.Although the forest is also a place of refuge for hermits, compared with those hermits, those who prefer the forest are often vicious thieves and desperate desperadoes-no matter which one is, it is not good for them.

Don't even count on loggers for help.

Like most countries, Legrand's forest law is harsh, the forest belongs to the royal family, and all creatures in the forest belong to the king.Any felling of trees and undergrowth is carried out under the supervision of the Chief Forest Officer[1].And for those who depend on the forest for their livelihood, it is difficult for them to pay the royal family that permission fee.

As king, Purland I was definitely a master of exploitation.Before Zhu Chi was reborn, Purlan expanded the scope of application of the Forest Law to nearly one-third of Legrand's territory.The fees collected have also doubled compared with the previous kings.

Most people log trees privately.

It's hard to say what kind of actions they will take when they find the king when the smugglers leave and are in danger.

For a while no one dared to speak again.

Everyone thought of the Forest Law, but saying this at this time is undoubtedly tantamount to accusing the king of tyranny.

In fact, the king was annoyed by this thing more than anyone at this time.He gritted his teeth in the dark, and when things settled down, his first target would be the damn Royal Forest Law.

To hell with those foresters.

"Tell me, your companions..." In the silence, the king said, he paused, "Their names, ages, where they come from—including yourselves."

There seems to be no such word as "weakness" in his dictionary.Even in this darkness, the king's voice is still cold and majestic, and this is exactly what is needed most at this time.

It reassured the weary and dazed knights.

Their majesty was born proud, and he didn't know what "kindness" was since he was born, and his eyebrows and eyes were always shrouded in a compelling sharpness.It makes people feel that His Majesty is as cold as steel, just like the rose badge in his hand.What he said already meant that the king remembered their loyalty and sacrifice.

They hadn't expected the king to remember that.

After a moment of silence, the Knight Commander spoke in a low voice. He knew his team members better than anyone else.

"Kane, 17 years old, from Saxony..."

The king interrupted him: "The one just now?"

The knight commander quickly understood what the king meant: "Yes, the one who blocked the longbowman."

"continue."

The king remembered the sworn knight who had yelled at him in the mud—young, with a round face and a boyish look.

"There are two younger sisters in his family, and his mother fell ill last month..." The king only asked his name, age and where he came from, but the knight commander suddenly had the courage to talk to the king about these trivial things, his voice Trembling slightly, "He originally wanted to take a week off..."

The king did not interrupt him.

The knight commander's voice calmed down.

He began to tell about his companions, trying to describe their habits as if they hadn't left.Gradually, other sworn knights joined the conversation.

The king seldom spoke, but occasional inquiries let them know he was listening and remembering.Their eye circles were slightly red.

The knight commander finally talked about himself.

"...29, I am from the Northland." The knight commander said naturally.

"Do not."

In the darkness, the king's voice was emotionless, and it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

"You are not from the North."

Some of the lively atmosphere suddenly stopped, and the others were at a loss, not knowing what the king meant.

"Yes." The knight commander admitted bitterly, "I am from Angor."

The other oath knights gasped and realized something.

Angor was a small state that Legrand had conquered before, but its repeated rebellions angered the royal family.As early as hundreds of years ago, in the penal law, the Angor people were forbidden to occupy land, serve as royal officials, and were not even allowed to wear armor... The status of the Angor people was extremely humble.

However, the knight commander became the king's sworn knight.

After telling the hidden secret, the knight commander was relieved, and he said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please allow me to escort you back safely, after that I am willing to accept everything..."

"Don't bother me with trivial matters." The king said indifferently, "Tell me about Angel's situation."

The other sworn knights cheered.

The knight commander wiped his face indiscriminately, he couldn't believe his ears, he almost tried his best to express his feelings in disorder, but the king just interrupted him impatiently, telling him to speak quickly.

He faltered on about the wild rebellious region, and he was too excited to talk about it.

The king listened quietly.

This time he was silent for a long time, until the knight commander finally calmed down and realized something was wrong.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

The king did not answer.

Joy retreated completely, and inexplicable fear surged up.The knight commander struggled and staggered towards the king.

The torrential rain stopped for a long time, and the ominous moon came out at this time.

The moonlight fell through the cracks in the tree trunks, and the knight commander stopped breathing suddenly.

Their king lay not far from them, pale as a statue of ice.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

He ignored the pain all over his body, and while shouting, he rushed to the king's side.Trembling, he tried the king's breath, as light as a breeze.

A frightening dark red color diffused under the king's shoulders, and the moss showed a dark brown.

A terrible word appeared in everyone's mind, and they were so shocked that their brains went blank.

Slightly, slightly...

Worse things happened.

A faint blue mist spread close to the ground, and from the mist came the terrifying sound of bones colliding.The knights jumped up, surrounded the unconscious king, and held the sword with cold and stiff hands.

The sound is getting closer.

The fog is getting thicker.

They saw the silhouette of a carriage appearing in the thick fog.

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