You and me under the world tree

Krimhild has been influenced by this kind of education since she was a child, and she has also carefully observed that Siegfried obviously follows this default 'rule'.

Even though he had never received a complete royal education, many things were only deeply understood after he took over the kingdom's power, but 'life safety' is the top priority after all.

Regardless of whether the young Lord of Armies suffered in this regard, his brother's lessons are there.

Simfi Otley...

The once powerful berserker and the eldest son of Siegmund was sent to the Hall of Valor in the sky by a cup of poisoned wine.

Because of these, she must not rashly send out the honey wine mixed with love potion.

Siegfried might not refuse on the spot because he sent it out like this hastily, but no one knows what will happen next.

The chances of him drinking it directly are very small, and more likely to pour it out behind his back, or find someone to try it out.

Therefore, it must have a title, an irresistible coat.

It is worth noting that Krimhild thought about taking advantage of that favor.

To put it simply, it is to sell poor and retreat to advance.

On the surface, he admitted that he was willing to give up the feelings in his heart, and then gave him a drink that symbolized parting.

In the traditional culture of the atrium, this is a symbol of a decent end to a relationship.

Based on this, if Siegfried wants to show his freedom and ease, then he must drink all the wine in one gulp.

Drinking honey wine means that the fate of the two parties has come to an end.

This plan can be said to be 100% successful.

But in the end, Krimhild gave up on this plan whose success rate seemed to be close to 100%.

Not because of anything else, because she doesn't want to back down in this regard anymore.

Siegfried's calm refusal alone had already made her heart ache, and she really didn't want to admit that she backed down or anything.

The reserve and complicated emotions in her heart made her not want to admit that she was a loser.

At least, this kind of failure must not be shown on the face, she absolutely does not want to admit that she has 'failed', so she directly put aside this idea.

And in the end, the plan she decided upon was what it was now.

Covenant, diplomacy...

Using tradition to gift your own mead, while the process is similar, has a very different meaning.

More importantly, her position will change accordingly.

Because when the time comes, she will not be a poor woman who is struggling to pursue the handsome Lord of Armies, but a beautiful princess who will fall in love with the descendants of the Volsong clan.

"call……"

After seeing Siegfried raise his head and drank the mead in the horn cup, Krimhild's heart that was still hanging was finally let go.

That's fine.

According to Master Jahed, he would subtly pour all his love for his lover into her.

And she will carry this love and become the happiest woman in the world.

Then, just as she was thinking this way, she saw an incredible scene.

Siegfried's action itself was too bold, and the drink in a horn cup was no more than a sip.

But when the taste of the honey wine was completely rippling in his mouth, his expression was completely distorted.

Seems like something's wrong?

Perhaps it was because Siegfried's expression was a bit beyond her expectation, so Krimhild couldn't help but hesitate.

"His Majesty?"

"His Royal Highness..."

After finally swallowing the so-called mead, Siegfried's voice became a little hoarse.

"Have you... ever drank the mead you brewed yourself?"

"Eh? I..."

I have tasted it.

She wanted to answer that because it was true.

Although the taste is not pure, it is just a matter of brewing time and her personal craftsmanship.

According to common sense, even if the taste of the honey wine is not good, it has not reached the level of being unpalatable.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously had a bad premonition.

So she immediately changed her words:

"No, no, although I haven't learned much, I'm still a little confident in this craft, what's wrong?"

Siegfried just covered his mouth like this, the lower half of his face was completely covered by his palms.

But relying on her nearly closed eyes and frown that was about to frown, she guessed that things were not that simple.

This is definitely not a fake, he really tasted something unusual.

"No, it's just... did you add something to it?" he asked.

And at the moment when the calm question of the Lord of Armies echoed, Krimhild almost couldn't hold back his expression.

On the one hand, it was Siegfried's subconscious power.

On the other hand, it is because he mentioned a certain 'fact'.

"No."

She smiled.

Theoretically speaking, at this time, the drug effect should work.

On the one hand, she wanted to avert her gaze to prevent Siegfried from noticing anything.

On the other hand, she wanted to keep a close eye on His Majesty's handsome face, not missing any details.

She wants to watch the man who once rejected her bow down under her pomegranate skirt!

With this contradictory but timid psychology, she stared at the man.

But at this moment, Siegfried has no intention of stopping here.

He coughed twice first, then poured the horn cup down to confirm that he had finished drinking.

Immediately afterwards, under the congratulations of the courtiers and envoys, he turned and walked towards his throne.

But before he took a few steps, his body suddenly shook, like a drunk.

But that's too much, and it looks like a clown.

But eventually, the antics came to an end.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Suddenly, Siegfried bent over and coughed.

He covered his mouth and looked quite distressed.

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood gushed out directly, dyeing the white floor tiles scarlet.

"Eh?"

Facing this sudden scene, the scene was silent.

Chapter 67: Murder by Poison

In an instant, all commotion disappeared.

Even with the music of the bards, everything stopped.

No one knows why, or even what happened.

In front of them, the tall and handsome Lord of Armies suddenly started coughing frantically, and then vomited blood.

This scene shocked everyone, whether it was the courtiers or the envoys, they were all shocked by this scene.

"This... what's going on?"

When Siegfried bent over, almost everyone's brains were in a mess.

What the hell is going on here?

Why does this happen?

In fact, it is certainly not difficult for their wisdom to guess the current situation, because it is completely obvious.

But that's why they're hard to believe.

Why is this happening?

Isn't it the best choice for the Netherlands, Gothic, and Burgundy to maintain stability and form a three-party alliance but confront each other?

This is the consensus they reached.

Both the envoys of Burgundy and the courtiers of the Netherlands thought so.

And this banquet should be nothing more than a ceremony and a cutscene. No matter what the future holds, the Netherlands will still have peace for at least a few more years... or even more than ten years.

For a time, almost everyone's brains were plunged into chaos.

In the silent banquet, only the crackling of the flames.

'zila'

At this moment, a drop of oil and water dripped from the grilling beef, and it dripped into the flame, making the flame burn even more vigorously.

And accompanied by such a voice, His Majesty the king, who was coughing and vomiting blood, seemed to have finally reached his limit.

Under Krimhild's sluggish gaze, his body couldn't help leaning forward, and finally fell completely on the stairs.

'boom'

Even though he wasn't wearing any expensive armor at this moment, his body still made a heavy sound when he fell heavily to the ground.

He seemed to be somewhat conscious, but his body couldn't stop wrestling and struggling.

"Gu..."

With the last of his strength, he slowly stretched out his hand.

He who touched the ladder obviously wanted to climb up with his own strength, but it seemed that this remaining strength disappeared.

In the end, he could only stretch out his left hand.

"ah!!!!"

"Your Majesty the King!"

And after the young His Majesty the King didn't move any more, the maid with extremely low endurance was the first to scream out.

Then there are those excellent bards raised by the palace.

Amidst the screams one after another, someone finally rushed out.

Chancellor of the Netherlands - Hagen from Trondheim.

When His Majesty the King fell, he seemed to have finally come to his senses.

After rushing to His Majesty's side, he stretched out his trembling hands, and then sniffed His Majesty's breath.

Then, he lowered his head.

The hands are waving rapidly.

This seemed to be the fastest rune Hagen had ever drawn.

And with the formation of the rune sequence, the glow of magic hit His Majesty the King for free.

In the end, His Majesty's body emitted a green light, which seemed to be the breath of nature and life.

Is Siegfried dead or alive?

For this, everyone is very concerned.