novelsmap Chapter 227 King Power
Chapter 227 King Power
"There is a colorful snake hidden in the general's sleeve." The informer said specious sentences in a hoarse voice. Arthur didn't bother to pay attention to him, and threw the book in his hand out to show his dissatisfaction.
"speak English!"
Although the informer was not hit on the head, he lost his temper. He apologized softly, and then began to speak human words.
"The general is in collusion with the clown! They want to turn against the ignorant people!"
Arthur had expected this, but what he didn't expect was that the clown wasn't crazy at all, and could collude with Pollan to prepare for the day.It's just that he is not worried. According to the information from the remote magic feedback, his collusion target will soon arrive on the battlefield.
At dusk, the dusty Bi Ermin finally saw the outline of the royal city, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The rose, falcon and eagle flags fluttering on the city wall made her feel extremely peaceful.
"Beautiful flag, I like the bright colors." said the person in the cloak behind her, in the light and shadow of the setting sun, the face hidden under the hood was a little wrinkled, but the eyes were clear and wise, "It makes me think People who can create that kind of magic are more interested."
She is a witch.
At first, Bi Ermin was trembling because of the identity of the other party, but after getting along with her, she realized that the temper of the witch can be regarded as gentle, especially for a girl like her, who takes care of her a lot.So along the way, Bi Ermin, who thought he would have to suffer a lot, was not tired much, and returned to the royal city with the witch smoothly.
"Your Majesty also hopes to discuss magic with you." Bi Ermin smiled, "Please follow me in."
The informer stepped back, and Bi Ermin brought the witch in with her back. She saluted Arthur, "Your Majesty, it's a good luck not to disgrace your life."
The moment the witch saw the king, her pupils shrank suddenly. Bill couldn't feel it, but she could feel the powerful magic power lingering on the king, but it was condensed, as dazzling as the moon in the dark night. In the face of the magical power, she couldn't even think of resisting.
Arthur looked at the witch. Compared with the previous reincarnation, the witch looked much younger, and her clothes were neat and dignified. She was not at all as weird and hideous as Arthur had seen in his travels.
In the end, it turned out like that, probably because of the double blow of the lack of magic and the death of the disciple?
"Go back and rest, Bi Ermin, I'll let Matt see you off." The rest of the time belonged to Arthur and the witch, Bi Ermin was quite sensible, and she retreated respectfully.Although Matt was worried that the witch would pose a threat to the king, but at the king's insistence, he could only compromise.
Big deal, he'll just come back and stare.
After all the irrelevant personnel retreated, the witch let out a long breath, and without hesitation gave Arthur the junior etiquette among magicians, "I can't imagine that there are people in this world who can practice magic to such a degree. No wonder you can come up with a spell of that level as a gift."
Arthur's memory has recovered, and he is not surprised by this situation. There are strict levels among magicians, and witches are very sensible. In this world where the magic system is not complete, it is really rare, and he also has help. Thoughts, but this is based on the other party doing things for themselves.
Of course the witch is willing to stay here with Arthur, she can get in touch with more wonderful and perfect magic, which is what every magician dreams of.
"What do you want to do?" asked the witch. "My abilities are actually very limited. Of course, I can't do what you can't do."
"No, you can." Arthur caught the sound of Matt's hurriedly turning back outside, and said softly:
"At least, you are free."
Pollan moved very quickly, and almost as soon as Arthur sent the witch out, his plan was started.The first thing that caught Arthur's attention was another magic stick haunting the crowd, called "Achules of Vallabon".
This name gave Arthur a bad first impression, because he thought of a magic stick named "Achilles" and his dog by the way. It was an inexplicable association_(:3ゝ∠ )_
Speaking of which, has he not seen Rex for a long time?
Rex, whose living space was completely squeezed by the dragon: Wangwu qvq
"Is this going to be another rumor war?" Arthur was a little annoyed by this tactic. The black dragon felt his agitation, and the barbed tail made a hole in the grass, causing grass clippings to fly.
"Don't worry, I'm going to add another fire to it." Arthur summoned the informer, saying that if the rumors spread out of control, it's best for everyone to think that he is a hopeless person when they mention him. The tyrant of drugs!
The informer was very frightened, and then he knelt down, repeatedly saying that the concubine couldn't do it qvq
"Besides, you are a very wise monarch." The informer said, he had never persuaded others so painstakingly, "I know you are very wronged, but don't take such extreme methods, it will only make the master behind the scenes feel carefree."
The most unscrupulous intelligence dealers began to persuade him, and Arthur had to admit that his popularity was actually good?In fact, his original intention of ruining his reputation was just to avoid the upcoming conspiracy of the archbishop.
The tyrant cannot be allowed to enter the saint's burial, so that he can avoid the bishop's plot and concentrate on the matter at hand.
"What is the clown doing?" Arthur dismissed the idea and asked about the status quo.
"... I am ruining your reputation." The informer said angrily, "Your Majesty, I have the other party's underwear in my hand, let's hang up the underwear!"
Arthur: Leaving aside how you got the other person's underwear, it seems to ruin his reputation even more, doesn't it? !
Arthur wanted a bad reputation as a "tyrant", not a "pervert".
"It's forbidden to do that!" Arthur's words were very strict, "Don't act rashly, go and investigate the cemetery of Saint Amanda, it's best to submit to me the internal structure diagram."
The informer had something to do, so he stopped making unreliable suggestions and quietly retreated.
The king's reputation continued to deteriorate, and the magic stick and the clown were exhausted from jumping up and down, and finally got a satisfactory result. However, when he went back to report to his master, Pollan was very unhappy.
"That group of foolish people..." Pollen murmured, "Look, you have loved and cared for them for decades, and what is the result?"
The people are unreasonable, stupid and easy to instigate, their beliefs are very loyal, but short as fireworks, as long as a government order does not suit their wishes, they will complain again and again.
Arthur's fault lies in the fact that it involves magic. Ordinary people hate witches, let alone magicians who are more powerful than witches. As long as it is revealed that the reason why His Majesty the King was able to defeat the black dragon was because of the power of sorcery, Arthur will Enough to shake the hearts of the people.Especially some time ago, Arthur ruthlessly rejected the proposal to manage the swamp area and protect explorers, which caused a lot of dissatisfaction.
Arthur only thought it was unnecessary, why did he pay such a large sum of money for those reckless adventurers who didn't cherish their lives?Treatment of the entire swamp area requires landfill operations, which will affect the water flow of downstream rivers, and the gains outweigh the losses.
However, ordinary people can't see so far. Under the instigation of interested people, they will only think that the king intends to save the money and spend it on himself.
The clown grinned, acting insane had become his habit, and he would keep it most of the time.
"My lord, our plan has been very successful. When we visited the lower city today, at least seven or eight out of ten people were disappointed with the king. If this continues..."
Pollan listened absent-mindedly, imagining the possible expression of the king in his mind. It should be aggrieved, just like a farmer who hides a snake in his arms to warm up must be aggrieved at the moment of being bitten.
The king paid more for those subjects than the farmer did for the snake.
Swinging away the clown, Pollan rode his horse to the outside of the palace overnight. He looked at the dark building, everything was silent in the night, as if dawn would never come.
Suddenly a blaze of light lit up the night sky, the black dragon roared, and fell from the midair lightly, its bat wings full of strength and beauty glide on the wind, without any messy wind blowing to the king's face.The blond king landed with the dragon, so far away that Pollan could not make out his expression.
Anyway, it must be happier than sitting on the throne during the day.
He has sat in the king's seat before, and it is a position that will wither if he sits on it. The meaning of every day is all kinds of calculations. When he opens his eyes, the sword of Damocles is suspended above his head.
This time, will he die?This time, will he escape again?
Pollan could not predict the king's next move. He was an experienced hunter, but he missed this time.
Nor did he want to continue hunting.
This thought appeared vaguely in his mind a long time ago, passed by in a flash, or was forcibly suppressed by his own reason and pride, but now it finally clearly manifested its existence, and he refused to continue to remain silent.
He gave up, he didn't want that soul anymore.
Because only in the most natural state, that soul will glow happily. The little king should not be a bird in a cage. No, to be exact, the other party should not even be a king. He should travel freely and romantically in the world, like An adventurer and a poet.
Arthur was forcibly awakened, full of killing intent.
All kinds of rumors were bad enough. He didn't care because he had a strong mind, but he didn't like to hear them. Coupled with the remote support of the witch who was sent out, it was really tiring after a day.
So Arthur said that if the culprit who woke him up was caught, he would hang him at the gate of the palace.
"Wow!" Rex yelled with his front paws resting on the edge of the bed, and his tail kept shaking.The hound's wet black eyes were filled with intense scarlet, this frenzied color made Arthur want to throw an attack magic reflexively.
Is the devil out of his mind?Why did he suddenly possess the dog?
Arthur complained a few words in his heart, only to see a note held by the hound——
【Your Majesty, let's make up e(┬┬﹏┬┬)3】