Before he was crowned king II

The bright yellow candlelight flickered in the dark corridor, and the sweet scent floated in the air. A light leaked from the gap of the white sliding door, and the laughter of men and women entangled together came from the other side of the light.

Sean casually picked up the white cloth on the dining car by the wall to wrap the firearm, and then grabbed the copper-colored doorknob in front of him.

The scene in front of me lit up.

He suddenly stepped into a luxurious world, as if he had come to a paradise on earth.

The party on the top floor of the golden square appeared in front of his eyes, and an ambiguous and restless atmosphere rushed over his face.

Green vines coiled around the dome, like a woman's long hair hanging down one by one.

All kinds of fragrant flowers float in the fountain, caressing the smooth skin of the women with the water.

Bottle after bottle of noble rot wine was held high in the hands of the man, and kept colliding with each other, making ding-ding-dong-dong sounds.

What I saw in front of me was more real than all the banquets Sean had attended. People took off their complicated clothes and returned to their ugly nature.There is no etiquette here,? Only desire.

With arms as soft as snakes climbing up his shoulders, Sean let the intoxicated strange woman lie on his shoulders.

He hugged the other party's slender waist bound by the clothesline, and seemed to blend into this absurd paradise.

However, his pupils were still clear, looking for the prey on the flushed faces.

"Aren't you going to kiss me? Sir. I can't wait to greet you..." The woman leaned towards his neck drunkenly, breathing out a seductive smell of alcohol.

"Do you know Martin Sidney?" Sean asked in a low voice.

"Martin Knight? Are you jealous? Just now under the crystal lamp..." The woman smiled intermittently, "Haha,? He is not as handsome and tall as you,? The most important thing is that he doesn't want to mess with me,? Haha,? He is a favorite Being made a bitch..."

Sean moved the person leaning on him aside, he didn't care about the woman holding the stone pillar and talking nonsense, and looked at the biggest crystal lamp.

He walked towards the back of the hall, calmly avoiding those men and women who were in a trance, and soon he found the target he was looking for.

His big pale feet stepped on the dark wool blanket with a mandala pattern, and the man with messy hair was lying sluggishly on the sunken and wrinkled leather sofa, pinching a glass in his hand, as if there was no bone in the pool Supported mud.

"Where do you come from? My cute and charming deer." Almost at the same time, the man also noticed his existence with deep dark circles under his eyes.

"Fawn?" Sean repeated lightly.

"That's right, lost fawn. I've never seen you, how did you end up here?"

The man's bloodshot eyes greedily stuck to Sean's body, scanning up and down.

"I don't think I'm lost." Sean frowned slightly.

"Since you haven't lost your way, then I know. Did you come to find me?" The man grinned and waved his hand holding the wine glass, "Be obedient and come over here."

Sean didn't speak, he really walked slowly to the man's side.

"You are so charming." The man stared obsessively at Sean's side face.

"Are you Martin Sidney?"

"That's right, I'm Martin Sidney." Knight Martin looked at the perfect man in front of him, and kept swallowing.

"Great, can I ask you a favor?" Sean asked softly.

"What do you want? My fawn. I'll give you anything if you'll stay with me tonight."

Knight Martin's eyes drifted to the young man's slender and beautiful fingers, and he was completely intoxicated, and there was a faint urge in his heart to lean towards them and suck them.

"really?"

"Really..." Knight Martin narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind completely attracted by the other party's sexy and beautiful knuckles.

He barely propped up his heavy body, quietly bent his neck, strenuously opened his saliva-secreting mouth in the direction of the young man.

A hard stick caught his tongue and blocked his mouth.

Martin froze, his eyes moved numbly, and then along the white tablecloth, he saw Sean's hand on the trigger.

He immediately wanted to reach out and pull out the gun barrel stuffed in his mouth, but a strong force hit his throat, making him fall back on the sofa, unable to resist.

The young man looked down at him indifferently.Knight Martin made a smart move subconsciously, as if he had turned into a cub caught in iron clamps, trembling.

"Don't move."

Knight Martin made a muffled whimper, and tears of despair overflowed from his blood-red eyes.

"Give up your life for the empire." Sean finished softly, and pressed the trigger hidden under the tablecloth.

With a bang, the languid music paused.

The warm blood bloomed like a coquettish rose in Knight Martin's mouth.

At this moment, the paradise on earth has also become a false mirror that is broken like a spider's web.

"Ah!" Sean stepped aside, and a naked woman screamed fiercely while looking at Knight Martin's face.

The crowd rioted, and the mind that had been addicted to sexual desire instantly sobered up in the face of the crisis.

The men and women didn't care about covering their bodies, they pushed each other out of the white push door.

Sean walked in the opposite direction of the crowd. He pushed open the sealed window on the top floor, aimed his blood-stained muzzle at the silent night sky, and fired three loud shots in succession.

All the passers-by nearby were all attracted by the terrifying gunshots, and they cast their puzzled eyes on the golden and luxurious building on Syndra Avenue.

Soon, a jaw-dropping scene appeared.

The golden door that ordinary people like them dare not approach all their lives was violently smashed open!

A group of disheveled rich people ran out like bereaved dogs.The pale and swaying thighs, like dead pork hanging from the stall, were slapped back and forth by the knife.

Someone was stepped on the hem of their unworn clothes and fell to the ground, someone was rolled down the steps by the falling silk cloth slide, and the people watching from a distance laughed out loud for some reason, they were shocked by the ugly appearance of these dignitaries. Amused, forgetting the horror of the gunshots before.

"Hide in the carriage! Hide your asses! Chamber of Commerce masters!" Someone hid in the night and laughed loudly.

"White Butt Chamber of Commerce! Hahaha!"

There was a burst of laughter, and another burst.None of the passers-by who stopped in their tracks wanted to find the magistrate. They were all paying attention to this absurd comedy rarely seen in a century.

"What's the situation?" Lambert looked dumbfounded in the hall, and the scene in front of him brought him an unprecedented shock.

Gratitude, humility, courtesy... the majesty of the nobility disappeared on this night.It's as if someone cast a magic called "panic", turning those pious gentlemen and ladies in the capital into a group of ignorant savages who set back history hundreds of years.

"Damn it." Lambert knew it was the man who did it all.

That's right, it was him again, the man who, as a commoner, liked to challenge the nobles.

Lambert rushed away from the panicked men and women, and quickly rushed to the top floor of the golden square. He pushed open the white door and saw the blond young man standing alone by the window, quietly overlooking the chaos on the street.

Under the bright crystal lamp, he saw that the corners of the other party's mouth seemed to rise, showing a satisfied expression.

"What are you doing?" Lambert murmured, for some reason, he felt a sudden chill in his heart.

"Help His Royal Highness dispose of the garbage." The blond young man turned around and pointed to the man lying on the sofa. There was no emotion on his delicate face, as if the previous expression was a misunderstanding caused by Lambert's misreading.

"Martin Sidney..." Lambert approached and recognized the bloody corpse with difficulty, "You killed him?!"

Sean gave a soft "hmm" and did not refute.This was an obvious problem. He was still holding a firearm in his right hand, and the uncooled muzzle was still dripping Martin Sidney's blood.

"You killed a nobleman?" Lambert's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the blond young man in shock.

"Then what do you think I came up with a gun for?" Sean said lightly.

"You're crazy, how could you...kill Martin Knight on such an occasion?!"

Lambert's voice was a little unsteady, he really didn't understand what was going on in the young man's mind.

"When the sun rises, everyone will laugh at the Coleridge Chamber of Commerce. Their timid and panicky appearance tonight will spread throughout the streets and alleys, and penetrate deep into the hearts of the people of Sanvia."

"From then on, they never had the support of public opinion," Sheehan said.

"Do you know that you are hanged for murdering nobles!" said Lambert.

"It wasn't murder. I had a legitimate reason to kill him." Sean looked behind Lambert, "I'll leave the rest to you."

A few people walked in, all dressed as ordinary soldiers.After Sean nodded slightly to them, these people put Martin Sidney's body into a sack, and cleaned up the place briefly before leaving.

"Wait, where are they taking the body?" Lambert asked.

"A place where Martin Knight shouldn't appear." Sean replied, "He is the inner response of the sub-orcs."

"What are you talking about?! How is this possible?" Lambert thought that after experiencing so many absurd things tonight, his heart had already been numb, and no matter what the young man said next, he would not be surprised anymore up.

But he was obviously wrong again.

"This is exactly his success as an internal agent. We have all been deceived by him."

"He's going to die tonight outside a military fort on charges of stealing Imperial deployments or something," Shine said.

"Do you think everyone else is blind and dumb? There are so many people at the party tonight, and anyone can stand up and clarify for Knight Martin." Lambert frowned and said, "Your lies are simply untenable. "

"Will someone really stand up?" Sean just asked indifferently, without explanation.

"You—" Lambert seemed to have thought of something, his face was stiff, and his heart cooled down inch by inch because of fear.

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