The king seems to be making me laugh

?Arna turned around, took stiff steps, and stumbled forward.

"Alna!"

She froze, but didn't stop.

"Alna!"

Elaine ran after her and took her hand.

"What are you doing?" Arna frowned, turned her head, but was so surprised by her look that she stopped struggling, "What?"

"Look there!"

Elaine's face showed rare ecstasy and excitement.Her finger points to the sky diagonally behind her.

More and more people have made the same discovery as her.People patted the dust off their clothes and looked up, dumbfounded again.

That's one line.

Citizens, I am Ricardo!

Alna stared blankly at the line of writing that slowly disappeared.After it completely faded, she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't help laughing, "That bastard, the fireworks of the Red Coral Islands, the stock of the Pantheon Festival last time, really has him."

Elaine put her arms around her shoulders, let her lean on him, and leaned close to her ear, so that her voice could be heard in the other party's ears in a huge wave of cheers. "Okay. Now, you have more important things to do than go back and sign any surrender."

Alna wiped away her tears, pushed her away, straightened her curls and skirt, and walked towards the high platform with her usual dignified and elegant posture.

When she was about to arrive, she turned around and made a face, "Bastard, do you need to say that?"

Seeing this, Elaine sighed helplessly.Why is it so difficult for the little girl nowadays?

·

outside the city.

The two sides confront each other.

Since the beginning of the war, Randall has never felt that he could lose.But looking at King Weiwo and the gray-haired young man with his eyes closed beside him, he suddenly began to have some doubts.

It is said that the two sides are confronting each other, but in fact it is—Oha's tens of thousands of troops and two people from Weiwo.

There must be a reason why Ricardo was not as stupid as he appeared to be.

Randall urged the car and let it lean towards His Majesty.

The man's face was turned to him, eyes blank and glazed.Idnai Kamel is clad in steel armor and wears the sword handed down from the royal family of Oja on his waist-majestic, but he doesn't know it.

That person is still asleep, but outsiders can't see it.In the eyes of others, he is just a majestic and powerful monarch.

Randall smiled.Only at this time can he enjoy the pleasure of monopolizing this work of art for a short time.

But this kind of fun is not supposed to happen.Dirty blood has no right to touch the noble.The carving knife lives for the statue and dies for the statue, otherwise it has no meaning of existence.

The statue must be finished.The encumbrance must be removed.Failure is not allowed.This is the blade's final mission.This is his last mission.

No one can stop it.

Ricardo rubbed his hair and sighed, "Randall, why don't you surrender and retreat now. I don't want to make the scene too bloody. While the goddess next to me is still the good-tempered version... get out. If If you don't want to surrender, we can sign a ceasefire or something. Anyway - end this quickly, I'm tired."

It is said that the biggest characteristic of the monarch of Weiwo is his love of talking nonsense, and it seems that his reputation is well-deserved.Randall looked directly at him.Brown, dirty color.His eyes and hair were the same as Randall's.

"You obviously don't believe me." Ricardo sighed again.He looked rather tired indeed.With his slumped face and tousled hair, he looked more like a beggar than a monarch.

It's really dirty.

silence.Only the howling wind and the dying cries of strange birds in the sky can be heard.Ricardo spoke again, "But I think...after you read this, you will probably understand—even though you are a lunatic."

He fumbled in his jacket pocket, pulled out something, and threw it at Randall.

The guard behind Randall drew his sword suddenly, but he stopped him with one hand.Randall then caught the thing.It's a glass bottle.Through the slightly green wall of the bottle, a tall man with a matchstick can be seen.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ricardo.The other party shrugged, "Your secret partner, the anti-intellectual 'Helena'. When I first awakened, my goddess went crazy, and I managed to save his life. Be careful not to break it, or I will be regarded as He's in vain... you can ask him any questions—just uncork the bottle."

The so-called number one genius in the magic world.It's really useless.

Randall frowned, but uncorked the bottle as he said.The anti-intellectual leader stood up as if seeing a life-saving straw, "Your Highness!"

Randall frowned even tighter.He began to regret his act of uncorking the bottle.

The leader talked to himself, completely unaware of his disgust. "...When I finally broke the magic circle and arrived, he had already succeeded. It's really scary. With a single gesture, so many anti-intellectuals-"

He put the cork back on.

"Did you hear that?" said Ricardo, "if you let him finish, you will know more about the horrors of the time. This is the power of the gods. Compared with the gods, the world is too small. Let your development Whether it's a plane or a cannon, probably before the nuclear bomb, all efforts are in vain. The so-called civilization, life, career, the life of your loved ones-everything is lost at the gesture of a bad-tempered god. It's over. Compared with the gods, the world is too small..."

He lowered his head and murmured the last sentence.

Randall looked at the glass bottle in his hand. The villain lay on the wall of the bottle, slapped the ground vigorously, and shouted silently.Really annoying.

In the next second, the glass bottle was slammed to the ground, shards flying everywhere.The villain let out a miserable scream and turned into a wisp of smoke.

He said, "Attack."

With the beat of the drums, the march of the disciplined phalanx made the ground tremble slightly.All the sounds of footsteps, steel clashing, and sword waving were so neat that they almost merged into one.The individuals fuse together and are cast into a giant of steel.The giant wielded the sharpest carving knife, slashing at the last cancerous tumor on the artwork.

Randall watched all this with no joy, nor the excitement of rehearsing this scene in his mind countless times.

He will personally shape the most perfect empire.He will witness the birth of this great work of art.

He will die in this war that will forever be recorded in history.

He will be reduced to ashes in the final fire.

Thinking of this, Randall finally smiled, and glanced at His Majesty beside him again.Those dark green eyes were still looking forward in confusion.

His Majesty does not need to witness this fire that removes the filth and filth, nor does he need to see Randall's death.The best fate for a filthy man like him is to die quietly.

Pray that 100 years from now in that pure and perfect empire, no one needs to know who Randall is.

There is no need for such a dirty name on that clean land.

Snowing.Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, hair, and the bridge of his nose, and he shook them off with his hands.The snow is white, like that person's skin color.Such snow should not have fallen on Randall.

It was cold and windy.

The gray-haired young man who had been standing silently beside Ricardo raised his right hand.

Immediately, the shouts of attack, the sound of drums, and the clash of swords all disappeared.All the attacking soldiers stopped moving, and a layer of ice formed around them.It's like an absurd ice sculpture exhibition by a mad sculptor.

The raised right hand clenched into a fist.

All the ice sculptures shattered into powder.

Behind Randall, the soldiers who had not been ordered to attack let out panicked screams.It's really useless.How could such a coward mix in?

Randall frowned, waved, and then whispered a few words into the ears of his subordinates who came closer.After a while, a few flakes of red sprinkled on the thin snow.

He said again: "Attack."

But this time, no one obeyed the order.

The general drove his mount to a position two horses behind him, lowered his head, "Your Highness, in this case..."

He didn't continue, but Randall could already guess what happened next.

"attack."

"Your Highness—"

Randall turned his horse around suddenly, swung his sword, and chopped off his head.After a while, he wiped the blade of the sword clean on the horsehair and put it back into the scabbard. "Change command. Attack again. Need I say that again?"

There was no objection.The second attack begins.

Ai Jia raised her right hand and clenched it into a fist.The second round of soldiers turned into powder again.

Ricardo rubbed his temples wearily, "Did you see that, Randall? Our lady goddess has already started to get angry, why don't you surrender quickly. She is still reluctantly listening to me now, but she won't be sure later gone."

He took a breath and continued: "And, while I still have the humanitarian spirit, surrender quickly. To be honest, I can do anything now-I don't mind being buried with your empire with him."

Randall looked at him, finding familiarity in him for the first time.Both are men determined to die.

But they are different.Ricardo thought his life was precious, and he would not hesitate to give it up for something more precious.But Randall's life is dirty and can only be used for noble causes.

interesting.

In fact, Ricardo is also dirty, but he himself does not know it.He also thought that the lives of all people in the world should be cherished, even the low-level soldiers in the war should not shed blood and die.It's so funny and ridiculous.

The weight of life varies from person to person.The life of one person will weigh more than a thousand people.This is the most basic truth, but Ricardo did not understand it.ridiculous.

Randall rode forward and was about to launch the third round of attack when a faint voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Randall..."

Your Majesty has woken up.

This is really not a good time.Randall sighed and tugged on the reins until it was almost close to Idnay. "His Majesty."

Idnai trembled uneasily, "Randall, Randall Randall, Randall..."

"I'm here, Your Majesty." Randall put his arms around him and said softly, "Randall is here. Randall is—"

His eyes widened.

The smell of blood is pungent.A cold sharp blade pierced his back to his chest.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Idnai sighed, pulled out the dagger, and watched him fall off the horse and convulse continuously, the gushing blood stained a large expanse of snow.

"His Majesty……"

He is going to die. "His Majesty……"

He is going to die.Die in polluted blood instead of a purifying fire.

"His Majesty……"

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Idnay.Those dark green eyes were full of sadness, but they still looked at him indifferently.

His artwork is not yet finished.And he was dying.He was filthy to death.

Agni, no Agni.

"His Majesty……"

For the first time in years, he felt fear.And this person will no longer come to save him.

"His Majesty……"

Gradually, he stopped moving.

No fire.

No... Lie...

After a long time, Idnai sighed again and rode forward. "I know—maybe in 1000 years, you will call him Randall the Avenger, Randall the Great, Randall the Unfulfilled, and call me the Emperor of Surrender, the Emperor of Cowards, and Idnai the Loyalist Slayer, but now... ..."

He also looked quite tired.

"I surrender. In the name of that bunch of titles."

Ricardo approached him, a smile appeared on his pale face.He held out his right hand.

The two held hands.

"A ceasefire agreement has been reached." Ricardo let out a sigh of relief, "All this is coming to an end."

Idnai nodded and agreed, "It should have been like this long ago."

Ricardo smiled again, "Although I don't know how you have endured these 20 years, such a disguise has even fooled me... But fortunately, you stepped forward in time. I suspect that if we let that lunatic continue to command, we will The goddess of the house is going to—"

Suddenly, he swallowed back the remaining words and stared behind him in horror.

Ai Jia slowly opened her eyes. "Boring."

There was a chill in the voice.Perhaps such a description sounds like the composition of killing Matt during the period of the second illness, but it is true.It hardly resembled Aika's voice.

There was also a chill in his blue eyes.Like a pair of ice.

"Everything in the world survives toward extinction, and lives toward death." He said, "If that's the case, it's enough to destroy them all together."

Helena finally came to the brink of going berserk.Ah, nerve-wracking.

Ricardo let go of Idnay's hand, walked up to Ai Jia, and opened his arms.When he decided to use the power of the goddess, he had already anticipated such a scene.

The president had also warned him so.The only way to fix it, he said, is to... pray to the gods that she doesn't get out of hand in crowded places.

If it's really unfortunate that the worst happens...

Then I can only pray that her divine power will be exhausted soon.

After all, no matter how powerful the gods are, what remains in Kelsey Forest is only a little finger bone of Helena.

"Go away!"

He shouted with all his strength, "Idnay, if you don't want our ceasefire agreement to be in vain, hurry up and let the people you brought go as far as you can! Quick!"

Idnai reacted, got on his horse, and commanded the army to retreat.

Ricardo glanced at the towering walls of Vevey.Hope it's strong enough.

Ai Jia silently recited sentences he didn't understand, and slowly raised her right hand.Fingers are gradually closed.

ho.He thought, this time, everything is really over.

He and Ai Jia will die together in this snow field.Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, maybe next spring it can be used as fertilizer to nourish the weeds on the roadside.Residents of Vevey can set up a tombstone next to it-"the 'humorous' Ricardo is buried here, and his favorite daughter-in-law Ai Jia."

Everything is coming to an end.

Ricardo closed his eyes, tightened his arms, and held Ai Jia in his arms for the last time.wait.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but he was still breathing.He opened his eyes in some surprise, and saw Ai Jia was clenching his teeth tightly, a low growl sounded from his throat, and the fingers of his right hand were tense, neither bent nor fully straightened.

He's resisting, boy.

Ricardo couldn't help smiling.This is Aika.Compared with the gods, the power of the world is too small—maybe so, but no matter what kind of desperate situation it is, Ai Jia will never give up her efforts.

"Ai Jia." He said softly, "Ai Jia..."

At this time, Ai Jia's fingers were finally completely straightened, and her arms slowly hung down.His eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, turned and looked at Ricardo.

Then, he smiled.

Even though it was only a split second—a thousandth of a second?Ten-thousandth of a second?But Ricardo was sure, he laughed!

"Ricardo." He moved his lips lightly and said something else.But Ricardo could not hear clearly.

Ai Jia's face was gradually blurred in the flying snowflakes.Everything is gradually blurred in the wind and snow.

everything is……?