Chapter 53: Pacify

Pondles' smile was full of confidence, but it made the dozen listeners present feel chilling. In the victorious look of Mrs. Nancy, Cruise, Junan and Artest looked at each other, and gritted their teeth and shouted: "Don't think about it! Even if we are killed, don't expect us to surrender!"

"Is that true? Don't you plan to think about my suggestions carefully?" Pondles was slightly surprised, but he quickly returned to normal, and slowly drew his sword and pointed it at Cruise's throat: "Dear brother, I think you will definitely make the right choice. Do you need me to give you a little reminder?"

The chill at the tip of the sword penetrated into his throat, making people vaguely notice the slowly approaching of death. Cruise couldn't help swallowing his throat, but he still looked at Pondles with anger, without any intention of surrender. Junan and Artest looked at each other, and were moved slightly while angry, and suddenly they became more affectionate with this brother who had always been dissatisfied.

"Okay, then I have to let you understand that I'm not kidding!" Sighing helplessly, Pondles finally withdrew his sword and turned his eyes to Mrs. Nancy beside him, "Dear, are you willing to do me a favor? Maybe you will be happy to kill your old lover?"

"Of course, I am happy to serve Your Majesty in the future!" Mrs. Nancy bowed slightly, pulled out a sharp dagger from the edge of her skirt, and walked slowly towards the pale Cruise. At this moment, the charm in her eyes had long disappeared, replaced by burning flames: "Dear Your Highness, please don't blame me for ruthlessness. If you are like me, who give everything for love but do not get enough rewards, you will fall into madness! So, please..."

A cold light flashed by, and the dagger stabbed Cruise mercilessly at this moment, but the Blood Soul Spear suddenly shot out at this moment, directly shattering the dagger and blasting Mrs. Nancy several meters away. In the astonished eyes of everyone, An Ruoran, who was already in a coma, was slowly standing up and smiling as if nothing had happened: "Okay, the performance has come to this point, and we will find some serious things to do next."

"What, how is that possible!" Looking at Mrs. Nancy who was already in a coma, Pondles suddenly screamed with a pale face, and his body almost collapsed to the ground. He had no idea why the ** potion he had found had not played any role at this moment. Strictly speaking, why did it not play a role in the man in front of him?

"Do you want to know?" An Ruoran smiled, slapped the dust as if nothing had happened, and said lightly, "Follower, that's because my body is completely different from ordinary humans. Simply put, whether it is poison or anesthetics, these things that can destroy ordinary human bodies are no different from coffee to me."

Although it is difficult to believe such a thing, when he saw An Ruoran jumping in front of him, Pondles had to accept this fact. Seeing the other party approaching him with a smile, the prince who was stubbornly dragged out his sword and rushed forward like a madman. A few seconds later, he suddenly groaned, bounced back like a ping-pong ball, and hit the wall hard.

"Just kidding, even if I stand here and let you cut..." Perhaps because I felt that it was meaningless to bully a weak man, An Ruoran quickly shook his head and squatted down to take out a few bottles of potions from Pondles' arms. After studying in a daze for a long time, he simply pulled Pondles, who was half unconscious, to do the experiment, and finally found the correct antidote.

With the understanding of the medicine, everyone's condition will naturally be easily solved. However, An Ruoran was not busy taking the antidote for them, but touched his chin thoughtfully and said with a smile: "So everyone, let's discuss how to deal with this matter better? Now that Pondles and Mrs. Nancy have been captured, the emperor's position..."

Hearing his reminder, everyone couldn't help but look at each other and fell into silence. Yes, although the murderer who killed Emperor Arthur has been found, the dispute over the throne still exists. If this problem is not solved, I am afraid that the civil strife in the imperial capital will continue, and it is likely to be out of control.

To solve this problem, it is actually very simple. As long as you can decide the emperor's candidates while you are now. But the three high men looked at each other, but none of them said anything. An Ruoran sat down, pointed at Cruise, and said helplessly: "Okay, then what about me to make a few suggestions? His Highness Cruise, although you were not killed by Your Majesty the Emperor, this matter is inseparable from you. Do you admit this?"

After a long silence, Cruise finally nodded slowly with a serious expression and indirectly admitted his failure. Regardless of how much the death of Emperor Arthur had to do with him, just having an affair with his mother made him lose the possibility of inheriting the throne. An Ruoran sighed softly and said, "So, I think you are not qualified to inherit the throne, and you are responsible for your crime..."

He did not say much, but turned his eyes to Jun'an and Artest on the side. The two high men looked at each other, and Jun'an finally pondered: "This matter is not glorious to the father, so it is better to hide it and not announce it to the public. But Cruise... well, if he is willing to sign the document to announce the throne and leave the Kashyapa Empire from then on, we will no longer hold him accountable."

Hearing Jun'an's conditions, Cruise changed color slightly at first, but then sighed softly. Even though he was unwilling to accept such conditions, he had to admit that under the current situation, this was the best solution. Leaving the Kashyapa Empire may not necessarily mean final failure. As long as he can get help from the Northern Alliance and rely on the hidden forces he has operated in the empire for many years, he still has a chance to make a comeback.

"Then, I accept this condition." After thinking in my heart for a while, Cruise finally nodded slowly to promise. An Ruoran smiled, turned to look at Junan and Artest, and said lightly: "Very good, then we only need to choose one of them now. Two of your highnesses, although you have a good relationship, you may have to choose one person at this time."

Junan and Artest looked at each other and fell silent at the same time. More than a dozen nobles looked at each other, but they didn't know what to say, so they could only play the role of a foil. An Ruoran waited patiently for a few minutes, and saw that no one spoke at all, and finally said helplessly: "Okay, okay! Since that's the case, then we can use the fairest and easiest method, how about drawing lots? This method is very effective."

Hearing this sentence, the dozen nobles present flashed at the same time and almost fell down. Such a serious matter, which was related to the future of the empire and millions of people, actually had to draw lots to decide. This is too... too... too that! An Ruoran smiled and forgot about them and said lightly: "Well, do you think this method is not good? Then, who has a better proposal, can also speak it out."

More than a dozen nobles looked at each other, but admitted that they had no better way. Junan and Artest looked at each other and fell into silence at the same time. After a while, Artest still slightly turned his head and whispered: "I agree, whether you have the luck of becoming an emperor depends on drawing lots."

"I..." Junan looked at Artest and fell into a conflicted mood. However, after a long silence, he finally showed a helpless smile and sighed: "Okay, there is no other way, let's see who the gods are standing by. Mr. An, see how we draw lots, are we going to hold a memorial service?"

"Does it need that trouble? If you are sincere, you will draw lots now!" An Ruoran looked around and tore off two cloth strips from Pondles' clothes, then made some small moves with everyone on his back. A few minutes later, he held the two cloth strips in his hands, reached in front of Junan and Artest, and smiled faintly: "Okay, then who will choose first? The selection criteria are very simple, the one who draws the medium length is the emperor!"

Jun An swallowed his throat and slowly reached out to the two cloth strips. However, before he could make a difficult choice, An Ruoran suddenly retracted his hand and smiled and said, "Wait, I still have two conditions first. No matter who wins, I can't persecute the loser. Is there any problem?"

Junan and Artest looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Their relationship was very good, and they would not persecute each other even without the constraints of the pledge. An Ruoran nodded with satisfaction and said, "In addition, I have put in so much effort, you always have to help me do something. It's very simple. After the empire is stable, I hope you can mobilize all your strength to help me find a person, a person with a half-moon birthmark on his right shoulder."

Compared with the previous conditions, Junan and Artest agreed faster this time. After receiving a satisfactory reply, An Ruoran put two cloth strips in front of them again and handed them the antidote potion. After hesitating for a moment, Junan finally hesitated to choose the one on the left, and the cloth strip on the right naturally belonged to Artest. An Ruoran smiled and patted his palms gently and said, "All have been decided? Then, let's take a look at who is the lucky one!"

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