Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

Hearing Firmia's words, Koslin looked at her in disbelief, but Firmia continued: "I hate my origin, I hate the Church of Light, and I even hate His Majesty the Father. What an ordeal!"

"I sympathize with this country, my people, and you and myself. We are all exploited and tortured under this corrupt kingship!"

"You and I may be lucky. After all, we have no worries about food and clothing, but how many of those people are oppressed by exorbitant taxes all day long? How many of them are separated by casinos?"

"All of this is thanks to the current regime! They squeeze every ordinary person in this country for their extravagant pleasure. I want to overthrow all of this! I have to do it! Even if it means losing my life!"

Speaking of this, Firmia looked at Coslin again, like a petrel facing a huge wave, her eyes were firm, but her voice was full of indescribable heaviness and grief.

"My lord, if you really don't want to get involved, and I don't want to force others, just let me face all of this alone! I only ask you one thing, if I really die because of this, I ask you to help me restrain my bones. To be buried with my mother who died young, the only person in this world who loved me."

After finishing speaking, the look on Firmia's face was extremely sad and desperate. Coslin stared at her blankly, feeling distressed.

This young girl is so daring to try to overthrow a regime! ?

But she is just a weak princess, without the help of the prince, she fights alone.

Ke Silin lowered his head and thought for a long time, then raised his head again, and said firmly: "Your Highness, I am willing! As I said just now, I will take you as my belief, no matter what I have to pay, I am willing to follow you!"

"Thank you, Lord Coslin." Firmia said softly.

Once a decision was made, Coslin's mind turned quickly, he thought about the whole process carefully, and he had a general direction in his heart, so he asked: "Your Highness, can you tell me, who else knows about this matter? "

"Of course, Lord Coslin." Firmia said, "Since I choose to believe in you, I will definitely talk endlessly. Apart from you and me, there is also Lord Viscount Salinger to cooperate."

Ke Silin asked in surprise: "The mage is also your highness?"

"It can't be called that." Firmia said, "The Viscount is just a partner. He is a very noble person. He doesn't need anything. He only wants the people of this country to be happy."

Coslin felt ashamed when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, I am not someone who is greedy for glory and wealth. I promise you not because of rights, but because I am afraid that your life will be in danger."

Firmia instantly heard Coslin's subtext, and immediately said: "My lord, I have never thought of you this way, but after it is done, you deserve everything I promised. Besides, I think you are also very happy." It is suitable to sit in that position, and those who can do more work, I believe that you will make good use of your power to benefit more people."

"But as far as I am concerned..." Firmia changed the subject and said tactfully: "I will be in politics in the future, and in that case, I may not marry anyone again. After all, my status is not suitable. You Say it?"

Coslin was silent for a moment, and said after a long time: "Your Highness is very right, but I still sincerely hope that Your Highness can be happy."

"Let's talk about it," Firmia said casually, "That will be a long time later, but thank you anyway."

Coslin's expression was a little gloomy, and he kept telling himself in his heart: Don't overstep.

As long as he silently stays by her side and protects her well, this is his life's mission.

Thinking of this, Coslin cheered up and said, "Your Highness, then let us plan in detail."

Firmia smiled and said, "Okay!"

"…………"

Two hours later, Firmia sent Coslin away, removed the barrier, and the mirror appeared, hugging her in his arms, kissing Firmia's soft lips affectionately without saying anything.

After parting her lips, she pressed the mirror against Firmia's forehead and said softly, "Honey, why are you hurting that knight now? He obviously likes you."

"I don't want to make you sad, Jing." Firmia touched Jing's face and said, "I'm worried that you will misunderstand me for empathy, and even use Coslin's feelings for me to achieve your own career."

"How come?" Jing lightly tapped her chest and said, "I know exactly who you belong to here, don't forget that I am your soul fragment, but if you hint at him like this, aren't you afraid that he will turn against you?"

"Probably not." Firmia said, "I have been with him for so long, and I understand that he is not such a person, and he is very eager to realize himself. If we succeed, he will not get nothing."

"The most important thing is," Firmia said seriously, "I care more about your feelings. If it hurts your heart, then I would rather give up everything than fly away with you."

"I'm very touched, baby." Jing said, "We're not going anywhere! We will succeed, even if we fail in the end, I will accompany you to the last moment. I love you, Firmia."

"I love you too, Mirror."

After speaking, Firmia took the initiative to kiss Shang Jing's lips. Jing tightened his arms and locked her tightly in his arms, wishing that he would never let her go in this life.

The next full moon night is finally here.

That night, the knight commander Germma received an order from the second princess and hurriedly recruited him into the palace, saying that he had something to discuss.

Coslin has been in trouble recently, and Gerema's eyes were already red with anger, but with the support of His Highness the Princess, he had to swallow the resentment in his stomach.

Being summoned by Firmia tonight, Graema felt that this was a rare opportunity. The princess who had fallen out of favor has now turned around and regained the trust of His Majesty the King. Naturally, he dare not neglect her.

However, after all, Gremma has been in the royal family for many years, and he has already developed the habit of acting cautiously, so he dare not go to the appointment alone, but brings a few cronies of the Knights with him as a precautionary measure.

When the group arrived at the conference hall, Geerma found that there was no one in the hall. It seemed that Her Royal Highness had not arrived yet, so she waited patiently with her subordinates.

The hall was brightly lit, and it was severe winter at this time. The huge fireplace was burning, and the crackling sound could be heard endlessly. For some reason, even though the room was warmed by the fire, Graema still felt the chill.

Just when several people were waiting impatiently, the door of the meeting hall was suddenly opened, and a dozen knights swarmed in. Each of them was fully armed, wearing gray armor, wearing a helmet, holding a shield and a big sword, and will Geerma and others surrounded them.

There was a loud bang, and the heavy wooden door was firmly locked.

Graema: "!!"

"What are you going to do?" Graema yelled angrily.

An armored knight strode out, slowly pushed up his helmet, showed a handsome face, and stared at Graema indifferently.

"Coslin!" Graema said in shock, "Why are you? What do you mean?!"

Coslin ignored Graema's questioning, took out a scroll from his arms, shook it away, and said indifferently: "Grema, the knight commander of the Royal Knights, is dereliction of duty, incompetent, corrupt, and secretly colluded with several casinos to provide him with Asylum, condoning the other party's various illegal acts, the evidence is conclusive!"

After reading this, Coslin raised his head, like a hunting leopard, staring into Gerema's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Grema's various actions have seriously discredited the majesty of the Italian royal family. Now, under the order of His Majesty the King, I will cut you down." The head of the head, as a warning to others, immediately execute!"

"Ridiculous!" Grema roared, "Your Majesty, he will never issue such an order!"

Coslin tossed the scroll, and Geerma caught it in the air. Coslin said coldly: "Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

Geerma tremblingly opened the scroll, glanced at ten lines, and finally said: "No! This is definitely not His Majesty's signature! Koslin, you dare to forge the king's handwriting, you are impatient!"

"Master Knight Commander," Coslin slowly pulled out the epee from behind, and said calmly, "Who will fall in the pool of blood tonight, we will see the outcome later."

Seeing this, Geerma stopped arguing with him, pointed at Coslin with a big sword in his hand, and said sharply, "It must be you!" Then he rushed towards Coslin.

The sharp epee flashed coldly. Graema held the hilt with both hands, and with all her strength, she slashed at Coslin. Coslin blocked it with the sword.

When the other knights saw the two knight commanders fighting, they joined in the melee one after another. The whole hall was in chaos, the sound of shields and swords colliding could be heard endlessly, and people were stabbed and screamed from time to time.

Although Geerma's strength is not as good as that of Coslin, she has also been trained as a royal knight since she was a child, and her combat power is far superior to that of ordinary people. It is also very difficult for Coslin to take his life in a short time.

There was not much time left for him, and Coslin was so anxious that he wished he could cut off Gerema's head in the next second and end the killing as soon as possible.

Just when the knights were fighting hard, the door was opened again, Jing disguised as Firmia, wearing a silver mask, led dozens of members of the Royal Knights, and poured into the hall.

The knights who had just arrived were all dumbfounded. They had just received an order from the princess, saying that there was a rebellion in the meeting hall, but they saw the brothers who were fighting together in front of them, and the red-eyed chief and deputy knight commanders. They couldn't react for a while. What happened?

Jing only looked at it for a while, without saying a word, he picked up the great sword of a knight beside him, and rushed into the crowd of melee.

The big sword weighed thirty catties, but it was as light as a feather in her hands, and the mirror was like lightning, suddenly appearing beside Geerma and Coslin.

Next, both of them saw a scene that made them unbelievable.

Jing shook the big sword, as fast as a bolt of lightning, Gerema saw a flash of white light, and the sword pierced straight into his throat, the heavy sword passed through his throat, hot blood sprayed out, Gerema didn't even have time to call out , Suddenly breathless, crashed to the ground.

Jing didn't stop, turned around with his sword back, wandered in the hall, and within a short while, killed several of Graema's cronies neatly.

Coslin: "..."

Everyone was terrified, including Coslin. They never dreamed that the second princess, who looked as weak as a chicken, could kill people invisible, and her attacks were so fierce that it was impossible to resist.

As if enchanted, the melee knights fell silent instantly. Jing held a blood-stained epee and stood standing among the corpses. He said indifferently, "Who else wants to die?"

Knights: "........."