Before he was crowned king II

The man's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"If it's you,? I'd like to give up the position of captain." Kaisen continued.

"Kayson, I don't need such a reward from you..." The man sighed.

"No, it's not because of any reward,? It's because of you,? You have such a special ability."

Kaisen paused, and his voice gradually became softer, "After years of hard work, I have finally polished the Scarlet Vanguard into a sharp blade. Now,? I want to find a suitable knife holder."

"The person holding the knife can also be yourself."

"I thought I could. But in fact, I don't have such a talent, neither does the Orc Alliance, neither of us can do it.

I wasn't sure at first, but after what happened tonight, I fully understood that you must be the one I'm looking for. "Kayson said seriously.

"I can't leave here for the time being." Sean said after a moment of silence.

"Why? Imperial soldiers must be chasing you everywhere!" Kaisen couldn't understand the man's thoughts, "If you go back, you will put yourself in prison."

"The gods will protect me, and they don't know my identity." Sean walked towards Kaisen, "So, don't worry about me."

"I forgot...you have other identities." Kaisen lowered his head, and said softly, "Can you tell me the truth? Do you really believe in the existence of God, or are you just using it as a gimmick?"

"You shouldn't doubt the existence of God, Kaysen."

"But I smell you..." Kaisen's eyes drifted away,? His expression was a little struggling,? In the end, he hesitated to speak, and didn't finish.

"You should go, the team members are waiting for you." Sean was silent for a while, looking at the boats docked by the river.

"This thing can still be used, right?" Kaisen touched the jewelry hanging on the animal's ear, "You said you would guide us and guide the world."

"Yes I will."

"I understand." Kaisen turned and left, and waved his hand, "Goodbye, Lord Messenger."

"Goodbye, Kayson," Sheen said.

He stood there, like a statue standing in a church, looking at the ships on the river until they were completely melted into the thick night.

"My lord, it's time for us to leave." A carriage stopped behind him.

Lin Lin drove the carriage galloping through the forest. With the help of elf talent, the carriage was like an invisible ghost, perfectly avoiding all the hunting teams of the empire.

"The plan was successful." Sitting on the carriage, Herrell reached out to take off the man's silver mask, and passed the handkerchief over, "Your face is sweating a lot."

"Actually, my hair is also soaked." Sean's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "The clothes are too stuffy."

"In front of me, there is no need to put on airs." Herrera's eyelids drooped, and a blood spot oozes from the bottom of the white dress, "A hole was shot in the left leg, congratulations on making yourself a cripple again .”

"Please help me heal, my lord."

"Shut up, human, don't call me that." Helaier stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and gently swept the extremely glaring blood hole.

"I'm afraid it won't work, because more people will call you that in the future."

Herrera's face was dark, he regretted that he shouldn't heal the wound so quickly.

"They were well-trained, and only one soldier fired before giving the order." Sean slowly took off the blood-stained clothes and changed into the black school uniform of the academy. "My luck is not bad."

"Trained? I just saw them shoot into the air?" Heller said, "and one by one thought they hit you."

"Because they can actually see me."

"How is it possible?" Herrell frowned, "You were no longer there at that time."

"The more focused you are, the easier it is to be deceived by your own eyes." Sean said softly.

The dark environment, strong light, and careful aiming... Not only are there extremely harsh conditions, but the persistence of vision also requires a very delicate time point, which is as short as less than a second, and he just used this special moment in all In front of the soldiers, an almost miraculous effect was created.

In general, this rescue plan is a gambling game that is almost suicidal. He didn't tell anyone that he put the key to success or failure on almost zero options.

This is the joy of a chess player, controlling risks alone and enjoying victory alone.

"Today will be a sleepless night for the empire, and I will trouble you with the rest." Walking into Fredericksburg, Duke Oscar slightly nodded at him.

Sean returned to the room and lay flat on the bed. Even though he was on the outskirts of the capital, he seemed to be able to hear the noise of the crowd in the city.

"Chenxing" pierces the haze and shines in the world, leaving an indelible impression in everyone's heart.

"One step closer." Sean closed his eyes and said to himself.

"There is no doubt that he is the spokesperson of the evil god and the caller of disputes, trying to use the gimmick of the savior to cover up his ulterior ambition. Only a madman who has fallen into hell will believe what he said..." This week The latest Imperial Gazette is printed with the headline of denunciation in bright red.

Stephen sipped clam chowder and read from the bulletin.

"What happened to the capital recently? Bad things happened one after another." Stephen frowned, "His Royal Highness Fern just passed away a few days ago, and a guy who claimed to be the messenger of the gods appeared again. It really does not come singly. You say this Is the god of the stars real?"

"I don't know, maybe it's someone pretending to be." Sean lowered his head and cut open the fried egg on the plate, and the bright yellow egg juice flowed out.

"I think so too, but many people saw it with their own eyes that night." Stephen deliberately lowered his voice, "There was a figure floating over the capital city, shining like a moon, and after disappearing, there were still light spots like stars. Slowly falling, like a rain of stars."

"Really?" Sean said flatly, "Sounds amazing."

"That's right, because of this messenger of the gods, the capital city was completely in chaos that night. Didn't you hear it in the dormitory? There were gunshots and explosions, and the college rang the bell to warn that it was in a state of preparation for war."

"No, I wasn't at school that night."

"Huh? Not at school, where have you been?"

"A friend's house." Sean said casually, "His house is relatively remote. We drank some wine and probably slept more deeply."

"Wow, then you really missed too much, buddy." Stephen chewed the fresh and tender clam meat, "By the way, today is a holiday, do you have any plans? Speaking of which, Parker is always talking about you..."

White petals fell from the glass window, and a familiar black carriage was parked not far from the pink bushes.

The coachman looked around for a while, met Sean's eyes, and nodded politely.

"I have something to do today, tell Parker that I'll see him another day. I've finished eating, I have to go first, senior." Sean wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and left the college cafeteria.

"Is it Lord Sean? Your Highness asked me to pick you up here." Seeing Sean approaching, the coachman bowed slightly to salute.

"I am. I'm sorry to trouble you." Sean said in a humble tone. He was too busy these days, and he almost ignored the "lover's agreement" between himself and His Royal Highness.

The carriage was parked outside the first courtyard, in the wide porch supported by tall stone pillars, through the light green garden lawn, the warm sunlight came from the south.

A figure was reflected on the milky white ground. The figure had a slender neck, was wearing a frilly lace dress, and was carrying a rectangular suitcase.

Sean raised his head slowly, and saw the frustrated girl with swollen eyes. The other party seemed not expecting to meet him, with a flustered expression like a kingfisher ready to kick off a reed pipe at any time.

There were only the two of them in the palace corridor, and it was impossible to pretend to ignore them.

"His Royal Highness Ornis." Sean bowed and saluted.

"Xi, En..." The girl made a very soft voice.

The two stopped, with a distance between them.

"Why are you here?"

"Because His Royal Highness Mars ordered."

"Well, it turns out that Brother Mars is looking for you..." Ornis forced a smile, "By the way, I heard that you ranked first in the college exam. I'm really happy for you."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Royal Highness."

Having not seen the young man for a long time, Ornis pinched the strap of the suitcase, pursed her lips, and wanted to say something, but the situation seemed to be gradually deadlocked, and she really couldn't think of topics related to both of them.

"May I ask, Your Highness, why are you here alone? Did you get separated from your maid?"

"Hm... well, it seems, they seem to be in the garden, collecting fresh petals."

"For safety's sake, please let me escort you there." Sean offered to extend his hand.

"Okay..." Ornis handed the suitcase to the young man, brushed his drooping hair, and heard his own pounding heartbeat. "Your Highness, I wonder what's in this box?"

"It's a poem manuscript written by Brother Fern during his lifetime." Ornis said softly, "I plan to find a quiet and beautiful place to bury it."

"Does Your Highness Fern like poetry?" Sean raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I like it. When I was very young, he sang to me a pastoral song about the shepherdess. He wrote the lyrics himself. It is a very cheerful and rhyming tune."

Ornis sniffed, "It's just that after we grew up, our relationship became more and more distant, and we never heard him speak again, and we don't know what happened."

"His Royal Highness Fern has a distinguished status. After he writes a work, wandering musicians will be responsible for singing for him." Sean explained gently, "It is inappropriate for him to sing by himself."

"I don't understand." Ornis was a little confused, "I like to dance, but I don't want to just admire other people's dancing, that would make me sad."

"His Royal Highness Fern is the Crown Prince."

"Could it be that if you become the crown prince, you can't sing?" Ornis was stunned.

No one in this world can do whatever he wants, let alone the Crown Prince, even Her Majesty the Queen.

Sean didn't point out this simple truth, because he shouldn't be the one who broke the truth and pulled the girl back to the cruel reality, and the time shouldn't be now.

"Did I...did I say something strange?" Ornis was extremely disturbed, and accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt in a panic, and she subconsciously grabbed the arm of the person next to her.

"It's so embarrassing!" Ornis almost stopped breathing.

With a sway of her body, she almost tripped over her dress and made a fool of herself.But now she was embracing the young man's arm, her body lost her center of gravity, as if she was going to rush into the other's arms to win favor.

"Are you all right?"

"I...I..." The corners of Ornis' eyes were a little wet, his face was flushed, and his mind was buzzing.

She really couldn't say a complete sentence. At this moment, the warm and clean scent of the young man enveloped her. They were so close that she couldn't help but think of a dream she had unintentionally one night, a dream she dared not A shameful dream to talk to anyone...

No, now is not the time to think about things.She had to cheer up and say something quickly to resolve the embarrassingly frozen atmosphere.

"What are you doing?" Someone said coldly.

On the south side of the corridor, facing the direction of the sun, a man and a woman walked towards them through the gravel path in the garden.

"Sister Tisifeng..." Ornis swallowed like a frightened deer, "Brother Mars..."

"Let go of Princess Ornis, you rude person." Tisifeng's eyes were as cold as ice.

"Be careful of your feet, Your Royal Highness." Sean calmly supported the weak girl, then took a step back, and saluted respectfully to the two who suddenly appeared.

Due to revision reasons, some little angels may have read the first half of this chapter.

[In order to compensate and as a late Chinese New Year blessing, the little angels who commented in this chapter will have red envelopes. 】

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感谢在2021-02-10?14:34:10-2021-02-16?14:18:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the bazooka:

Small decline? 2 pieces;

Xingling, Mu Lenghanqing? 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: My wife is surnamed Gu? One;

rusupiku, Xing Xin, 13128554, my wife's surname is Gu, Ba Dao raises mink and wears mink hair? 1;

h night? 272 bottles;

Protoss? 20 bottles;

13 bottles of tea white;

Lubi, Sad Personality, Little Desire, Xingxing? 10 bottles;

Difficult to travel? 7 bottles;