Calamity Crown

Castle, study of the Grand Duke of Graz.

Lion IX walked among them.

King Ryan, with a little gray on the sideburns, had a ruddy complexion, a straight waist, and strong gait, without any signs of terminal illness.

His Majesty the king, who was dressed gorgeously and could be called a well-dressed traveler, was looking at his younger brother's office and living places with great interest.

The Grand Duke's body had already been removed.

The bloodstains were cleaned up even more.

The rest of the decor, the furniture?

It can't be called gorgeous.

Even, it can be said to be frugal.

Even the desk was worn to the paint.

Not to mention a grand duke, even an ordinary noble would not be able to use such a desk, but how long has his younger brother been using it?

two years?

three years?

or longer?

Thinking that his younger brother was working on this desk, King Ryan IX, who was still interested just now, frowned, and said to a personal attendant beside him: "Move this desk and chairs away, and chop wood." ,Burned."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The attendant immediately moved the desk out.

Ryan IX looked at the bed again.

No velvet ceilings, no soft beds.

There is only a bed board covered with thin linen, and an equally thin quilt.

Worse than his attendants!

Ryan IX, who came to this conclusion, snorted again.

"Here is moved too, and burned."

Ryan IX ordered again.

The attendant complied immediately.

After the desk and the bed were moved away, Ryan IX did not feel comfortable.

Because, he saw documents piled up all over the floor.

When he picked up the top document, Ryan IX immediately became excited.

This is a tax from the local newspaper.

"Si Gu Town?"

"It should be a border town, right?"

"170 gold kroner for a year's tax?"

Ryan IX's memory of this small town is very vague. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that there seemed to be such a border town in the Kingdom of Ryan, and a tax of 170 gold crowns in a border town should be quite a lot. In the 1990s, the frontier town paid 30-40 gold kroner a year in taxes, but his younger brother actually approved the investigation.

Obviously, his younger brother is a bit greedy.

Ryan IX immediately picked up the documents below, and he couldn't wait to see the results of the investigation.

Then, His Majesty the King frowned again.

"The town mayor and the tax officer embezzled 100 kronor?!"

"How does Graz know?"

"How could he know!"

Ryan IX threw the document on the ground, and in the heart of His Majesty the King, naturally he already had the answer.

Why did the Grand Duke of Graz know?

Naturally, it was because the Grand Duke not only managed Ryan in an orderly manner, and the income of various places soared, but also knew the whole Ryan well.

This made Ryan IX angry.

Because such a feat should have been his!

"Graz, wait!"

"I will be stronger than you!"

"and……"

"You are already dead!"

Ryan IX's deep voice became joyful with the words.

yes!

Graz is dead!

The Graz who made him completely lack the dignity of a king and could not hold his head up for the rest of his life is dead!

Ryan now!

He has the final say!

He is a veritable king!

A smile appeared on Ryan IX's face, and he raised his hand to pat.

A waiter came in immediately.

"Where is little Graz and that illegitimate son Andinen?"

Ryan IX asked.

"Consultant Witt has already dealt with the two of them."

"Silic and Marple Poirot, who have been by their side all this time, have also been dealt with!"

The servant replied.

"Very good!"

The last stone in Ryan IX's heart immediately fell to the ground. He excitedly walked around the room a few times, muttering incessantly: "I want to reward Advisor Werther well! I must reward Advisor Werther well!"

Of course he wants to reward the Werther advisor well!

If it hadn't been for the other party to accidentally discover that Andinan's mother actually held clues to the Mianxia laboratory, then it would be impossible for them to discover the 'elixir of immortality' from it.

It is even more impossible to use this as an opportunity to completely divert Graz's attention, and finally win the current victory.

"It's a pity that Werther has become unrecognizable because of learning Snake's royal skills. He is really not suitable to appear in the court. Otherwise, I will definitely make him my minister."

"However, it is still possible for him to become my chief guard."

"Just keep wearing that iron mask."

Ryan IX couldn't help frowning when he thought of the face of his advisor. He was not as handsome and elegant as before, but after thinking about the other party's achievements, he still needed to give him an explanation.

The prime minister promised before is impossible.

But a bodyguard is still ok.

no!

It makes me look mean!

Give me a general title as compensation!

"The benevolent Lion IX will never treat anyone who is loyal to him badly!"

His majesty the king couldn't help laughing when he thought of Werther's gratitude to Dade.

"Now you go and declare that Andinan hated Graz because of his illegitimate child status, and thus assassinated Grand Duke Graz, Grand Duke Graz, and Junior Graz. His crime is unforgivable and he has been shot dead."

"There was also that Marple Poirot, who was a descendant of a nobleman but didn't know the honor. He became Andinant's accomplice and was shot to death together."

"Tomorrow their bodies will hang outside the walls of Hestings."

Ryan IX ordered.

As for the corpses of Grand Duke Graz, Grand Graz, and Little Graz?

A state funeral is out of the question.

Even, Ryan IX did not want the three of them to be buried in the royal cemetery.

The wild lands and woods outside the city, buried in the belly of the beast is the destination of the three of them.

Of course, it will be published in the newspaper.

The bodies of the three were severely damaged by Andinan, and a normal funeral was no longer possible.

"Let those civilians vent their anger on Andinand and Marple Poirot!"

"My poor younger brother and nephews, they didn't have a whole body until they died!"

After Ryan IX said such words with a smile, he never stayed in this room again, letting those documents pile up there.

His Majesty the King naturally knows the importance of these documents, but he has more important things to do now.

'Pharmaceutical of Immortality'!

You must know that the laboratory under the crown of "Modeus" is only half opened, and the final door has not yet been opened-although the previous gains have made him feel physically restored, he doesn't mind if he can live forever.

Compared with his own immortality, what are those documents worth?

As long as he is immortal, he has plenty of time to govern the whole country.

He will definitely become a king far surpassing his ancestors!

With such belief, Lion IX walked out of the castle.

Then, he froze.

His attendants and guards fell to the ground.

No matter how stupid he was, Ryan IX felt something was wrong at this time, and was about to pull out the long sword at his waist immediately, but the long sword was only half drawn, and a dagger was placed on his throat.

"Don't kill me! I am the king of Ryan, I will give you whatever you want!"

Ryan IX shouted loudly.

However, the next moment, the dagger slit his throat.

puff!

Blood is spraying.

The dagger in Goethe's hand pointed at Ryan IX's vest and lower back several times in a row.

He didn't stop until he confirmed that the other party was too dead.

Looking at the corpse of Ryan IX, Goethe frowned.

Something is wrong!

Something is wrong!

In the Grand Duke's room just now, he saw the expression and performance of Ryan IX, and he also heard the conversation between the other party and the attendant.

The first impression he gave was that he had high eyesight but low abilities, pride and complacency, as well as miserliness and unwillingness to face reality.

How could such a person arrange such a big situation?

Goethe narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

"White?"

Saying this strange name softly, Goethe picked up the king's body and quickly disappeared into the castle.

...

22 Castle Street, Hessetings.

Sirik panted heavily.

Teleporting twice in a row was almost the limit for him who was already old and frail, but even so, he chose to do so—he was persuaded by Marple.

That seemingly complete plan had too many variables.

Rather than completely losing passivity, it is far better to master the initiative.

Adventure?

definitely!

But it's worth it!

Moreover, Marple obviously had to take on greater dangers, and he still had a chance to breathe.

Sirik naturally knew how to choose.

What's more, even if Marple fails to assassinate Ryan IX, it will completely divert Ryan IX's attention, and they can take this opportunity to escape from Hessetings.

or……

Change your appearance.

This is not difficult for him in normal times.

but now?

Even if there is one of his coordinates here, but this coordinate is dropped by the crow, not arranged by him, naturally there is no corresponding thing.

The old consultant sat there and recovered his strength as soon as possible, while thinking about countermeasures.

Andinan took out the revolver and stood aside to guard.

Little Gratz was fidgeting.

Little Graz opposed the plan just now.

Unfortunately, three to one, the objection is invalid.

Now staying in this quiet residence, listening to the sound of soldiers searching outside, Little Gratz couldn't help asking.

"Is it safe here?"

"certainly!"

"This is the residence of a couple who travel for half a year every year and return to Hestings in the spring."

Andinan comforted little Gratz.

"Then those soldiers won't break in?"

Little Gratz was still worried.

"No, as long as they don't want to cause trouble for themselves in the future-the people living in the castle block are not ordinary people. Their wealth makes them inextricably linked with nobles, and some of them are nobles themselves."

"So, as long as we don't make noise and light, it's safe."

Andinan said with certainty.

"That's good, that's good."

Little Gratz said repeatedly, and then sat straight on the ground.

The grand duke's second son is too tired.

Not only physically tiring, but also mentally tiring.

The kind of news that is completely unacceptable, the second son of the Grand Duke after the continuous bombing, has long been mentally and mentally exhausted, and he has been able to persist until now, which is completely strong.

Now that he heard that it was safe for the time being, he immediately sat down without any scruples about his appearance.

Then……

The grand duke's second son felt a chill on the top of his head.

A dagger struck from the shadows and brushed the hair of the second son of the Grand Duke.

"Silic!"

Little Gratz yelled in horror, with crying in his voice.

Sirik rushed over immediately, but the old consultant who hadn't recovered was immediately kicked to the ground by the attacker, and the opponent's dagger pierced the old consultant's throat.

boom!

The situation was critical, and Andinan, who didn't care about so many, pulled the trigger.

The bullets fired, but missed.

With a light vertical leap, the attacker not only dodged the bullet, but also came in front of Andinan, and the dagger in his hand flashed past.

The revolver in Andinan's hand was directly dismembered into parts.

Startled, the young man raised his hand and was about to attack with his fist.

But this is too slow.

Before the young man could even swing his fist, the attacker grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up.

It wasn't just Andinan, the assailant bent down to reach out and picked up Gratz Jr.

The opponent's palm tightened in an instant, and the oxygen-deprived little Gratz's face gradually turned purple.

Andinan was even worse, the suffocation hit his brain wave after wave, but feeling the familiar touch of the palm, the young man's eyes were full of disbelief, he tried his best to shout out——

"Mother?!"