Good-looking, not allowed to farm

After arousing the hatred and anger in Master Dressel's heart, Duke Henry wandered to the Grocery Street to find a witch to tell his fortune.

He is actually somewhat superstitious, but the strange thing is that he doesn't believe in any superstitions that are not good for him, and only believes in superstitions that are good for him.

The old woman was still hiding in the deepest part of the house, making her surroundings cloud-covered with a mysterious look.

Considering the last fortune-telling, no matter what the process was, and no matter how many people were involved in it...

The result was exactly as she said - the child conceived by the queen was lost!

Therefore, Duke Henry continued to believe in the old witch, thinking that she might not be that powerful, but she should still have some spiritual power.

So, this time, he asked about King Richard's birthday as usual, but this time he was not asking about his heirs, but about his fate!

The nagging old woman was dancing while ringing the bell. After tossing like this for a minute, she suddenly rolled her eyes, and at the same time her limbs twitched and trembled, her mouth didn't move, but she didn't know where. A hoarse and ugly voice came out: "Ah! I see misfortune!"

Duke Henry immediately took out a lot of money from his pocket, piled it on the table, and asked eagerly, "What misfortune?"

The witch glanced at the money on the table inadvertently, then continued to roll her eyes, and said in a dark voice, "Yes... death, yes, I saw death."

"Ah, that's great..." Duke Henry was pleasantly surprised.

But at the next moment, he restrained himself a little, and said solemnly: "Hey, I mean, this is really bad! How can you see death in a good way? When did it happen, and why did you die?"

The witch closed her eyes, but the eyeballs under her eyelids were spinning wildly, as if trying to think hard.

Then, she made a big move to play tricks, sometimes her limbs trembled, sometimes she opened her mouth to growl, sometimes rolled her eyes, and sometimes leaned back... After such a back and forth, she began to prophesy very solemnly: "One year later, I will be assassinated." and die."

Then, she paused, opened her eyes wearily, and said again: "No matter how much more, I won't be able to see. You know, Your Excellency, it is not easy to peek into the future."

Duke Henry laughed.

He seemed to be satisfied with this, so he didn't ask any more questions.

But, when he left...

The half-dead old witch, who seemed to have run out of mana, jumped up and began to tidy up the things in the house, such as crystal balls, candles, staffs, etc., and prepared to run away!

Obviously, the magic stick who has been cheating and abducting all the year round will judge the situation.

At the beginning, the duke only thought about the queen's miscarriage, which caused a lot of trouble. Now, he started thinking about the king's death again! !

Witch: Never mind, let's go!Walk!Walk!

But although she responded extremely quickly, she still couldn't hide from those who were prepared.

I don't know when...

Mrs. Dressel, who arrived early, even led someone to guard the door, and caught the witch who was about to flee.

On the other hand, Jamie knew nothing about these changes in his cheap father.

He was busy with the task entrusted by King Richard. This time it was not about the lady and the gardener, but the official brochure.

At that time, the epidemic had gradually subsided, and the people naturally gradually recovered their previous energy, and some people began to chat and gossip together again.

When it comes to chatting and gossip, it is inevitable to exchange information with each other.

Such an exchange just happened to lead to something.

Before that, there were some towns in the country that were occupied by the rebels. Although they didn't put up a flag on the surface, they were considered the strongholds of the rebels inside.

It's in these towns that things happen.

In this epidemic, although some people died in these towns, due to proper prevention and control, very few people died. Even at the last count, the total number of deaths was even less than the fraction of the number of deaths in Wangcheng!

The people of Wangcheng, who were already numb to death, were in an uproar.

Everyone can't understand: "What's the reason? Is that kind of small broken town managed better than the Wangcheng?" Best place?"

For these reasons...

The pamphlets previously secretly released by the Rebels quickly ushered in a sales peak.

Even if the king expressly forbids it.

But people still can't help but want to take a look curiously—who are those rebels?Such a serious epidemic, how did they manage to kill fewer people?And... what on earth do these people do?Are they really robbers and bandits who endanger the country as the government advertises?

Therefore, in such a situation...

The first job Jamie received was to divert the attention of the people and stop them from clinging to some of the royal family's actions (abandoning the people in the royal city, fleeing to the palace, avoiding the plague), and at the same time, promote the king And the excellent performance of the nobles in the plague.

Jamie was speechless for a long time.

Because: "Promote the excellence of kings and nobles in the plague?" "The question is, are they excellence?" How should I promote it?"

Jamie bit his pen silently, thinking about how to make something out of nothing.

If he really wanted to assign some credit to the royal family and nobles, he could actually do it.

But he didn't intend to say a good word for these people, let alone help them deceive the public.

In this way, this matter will be difficult to handle.

In the end, he still came up with a way.

After a few days, he successfully wrote an article.

In this article, he wrote that after the outbreak of the plague, the king was so worried about the people that he could not eat or sleep, so that he knelt down in front of the gods day and night, begging the gods to get rid of the plague and save the people.

At first, the gods didn't want to pay attention to those low-level people who were like ants, but for the sake of the king, they reluctantly agreed to help a little.

But the gift of the gods does not come so easily.

Therefore, there are some tests to be set up. These tests probably include passing through the maze, killing four-headed monsters, sticking to the faith, and not being tempted by the banshee...

In short, only by passing these tests can we get the help of the gods.

Thus, His Majesty, the most honorable king in the entire country, embarked on an adventure for his country and people.

In the end, the result of the adventure was naturally that the wise and brave king successfully passed the test, and the gods acted as promised, and since then, the plague began to subside.

The whole adventure story is written ups and downs and wonderfully.

King Richard read it with relish, especially in the chapter "The Banshee Seduces the King", and read it several times: "My dear Louis, do there really be half-human, half-fish sirens in the world?"

"It's just a story, Your Majesty."

Jamie replied honestly: "The Kraken is just a fictional character."

"Okay." King Richard continued to read with a little disappointment, and while watching, he muttered: "Well, this maze is too difficult to get out of, there are mirrors everywhere... Hey, I actually chose to open it. Broken mirror? Oh, I see, I am really smart. Oh, this level is more difficult, the four-headed monster... Hahaha, all of them have their own heads, and they can still fight among themselves. Well, this provocation is a bit low-level... Louis Hey Louis, you probably aren't good at this, if it were me, cough..."

In the end, he finished reading the story, and he still looked like he was still unfinished, so he couldn't help but praise: "Your story is well written, Louis."

Jamie bowed to him, and pretended to be modest: "Thank you for your compliment, but my writing is rough and I can't fully describe your majesty's wisdom and martial arts. If you don't blame me, I'm already content."

King Richard smiled and continued to praise: "It's already very good. I read it and almost thought it was the real thing."

Jamie corrected: "How can this not be the truth? It is the truth! It is His Majesty's contribution to saving the people. Who dares to say it is fake?"

King Richard burst out laughing: "My God, Louis, you are so interesting! But if it is true, why don't I feel it at all. For example, when did I pass those tests? ?”

Jamie said nonsense without changing his face: "Of course it was in a dream, Your Majesty, the gods are considerate of you and deal with political affairs during the day, so the test is arranged in the dream at night!"

King Richard looked stunned: "Oh, that's how it is."

Jamie said softly to the side: "Although you failed to save the people during the day, in your dreams at night, you have been working hard for the people, breaking through the maze, killing monsters, overcoming obstacles, and resisting the temptation of the banshee... ..."

King Richard wanted to laugh at first, but when he heard this, it was a bit wrong. What is "failed to save the people during the day, but worked hard in the dream at night", isn't it ironic?

But when he fixed his eyes on Jamie's face, that extremely eye-catching handsome face was full of piety, as if he believed in the story he made up.As a result, the suspicion that arose in my heart faded away again, but because of this, the excitement just now inevitably weakened a little, and I couldn't help being silent for a while, before laughing again: "It sounds like I'm really amazing."

Jamie maintained a pious expression, echoing repeatedly: "Yes, Your Majesty, there is no doubt about your greatness."

King Richard looked at him for a few seconds, wondering if he was being sarcastic, but the king knew that he had always been suspicious, and Jamie had always been quiet, low-key and well-behaved in the past...

So, he didn't allow himself to think about it any further, and dispelled the remaining doubts, and said casually, "Well, let's do this! Go and publish this, and let the people have a look."

After Jamie agreed, he resigned and left.

But when he walked out of the palace with the manuscript, he was completely relieved.

"You've seen a ghost!"

He scolded himself angrily in his heart: "If you want to die, you have to look at the occasion! Secretly mocking him in front of the king, isn't it courting death, what is it doing?"

But seeing King Richard's unaware and extremely brazen look, he still couldn't get angry.

So, while Jamie sent this article praising the dream of saving people from the plague for publication in the name of the Faceless Man; at the same time, he hurried home, intending to put on the Mad Hatter vest immediately and aggressively publish this shameless article. Swear!