Quiet, unbearable quiet.

In the New King's office, the ministers circulated a document in their hands one by one. Some frowned, some looked ashen, some were confused and at a loss. No one spoke, and no one showed a happy or excited expression. This was very different from the New King's expectations. He sat behind the large gilded desk and moved his body uneasyly.

"What's wrong? Everyone, please give your opinions. I'm still young and need your advice."

"I don't think there is anything to guide you." A minister spoke slowly, and his words made the new king a little happy, "because this is impossible." The minister continued, ": "Except for the capital, ban the priests, ban the temples, and use all their land and property in the so-called "free medical care, free education, free residence"?... These property and labor were originally offered to Kubahar by the people... If they knew that the favors given by the king were snatched from the goddess, I was afraid that they would curse you in their sleep!"

The new king's smile disappeared all of a sudden, and he looked over one by one. The ministers just shook their heads or simply did not look at him. He was indignant of their insensitiveness, and then began to think hard, trying to search for some wonderful things from what he had learned in ten years - if it could be a slam, it would stimulate these guys who were relying on their old age, but he could never find a suitable word. There were many speeches in history that overthrew the king, and he had never seen the overthrow of the goddess.

"...You all said that Danga is too behind. Danga needs change and needs strength!"

"That's right, but...you seem to just want to take all your wealth and rights into your own hands?"

"Danjia originally belonged to the king, not a goddess! I really don't understand why Danjia spent one fifth of the country's property to support a little girl and her priest who had no effect. They never cared about the suffering of the people, nor the rise and fall of the country, nor even the people around them. They would only apply cinnabar powder to the foreheads of those foolish people!"

The new king's anger received no response.

"Well, you continue to be stubborn and conservative. Captain, capture them all." The new king said gloomyly, "There will be young people full of change in their spirit of replacement for you. Just watch it carefully. A new Danga will be born in my hands."

Two black-clad soldiers holding weapons flashed in from outside the door, and almost all the ministers were panicked.

"Mercenary? You actually use mercenaries from the Western Continent Federation! You are completely crazy!" A minister recognized the logo on the black special operations uniform and cursed unbearably.

"Because the mountain warriors who are loyal to the goddess will not obey a god-killing king." said the Chief of Staff, who stood by the door and kept silent.

"Catch them!" shouted the new king.

But the soldiers didn't move.

The Chief of Staff calmly walked among the mercenaries, and they immediately turned their bodies to protect him. "I said that Deta is not suitable to be a king. He was eroded by the outside world, his mind was in chaos, he said foolish words and did crazy things, and we can't let him continue like this, otherwise the entire Danga would be destroyed by him."

"But the king has only this son. What do you want to do?"

"Nine hundred years ago, the Deta dynasty replaced the ancient Shanar dynasty, so it is also good to let a new dynasty replace the Deta dynasty now."

The director of the armed police laughed loudly: "So you are coveting the king's position! No, I won't support you." He touched his waist, as if he wanted to touch the gun, but remembered that he had left the pistol outside before entering the office.

"No, no." Chief of Staff of the Army smiled gently, "I don't need you to support me."

"Captain?!" The new king trembled uncontrollably, his anger and nervousness turned gray: "No wonder you mercenaries are always notorious!"

"Ah, please don't betray these brave people." The Chief of Staff of the Army said with a smile: "They are always loyal to their employers, but unfortunately, their employer this time is me. Otherwise, with you, a little prince who studies in the Western Continent, with only that little money in his hand, what would he want so smoothly?"

He waved his hand and said, "Farewell forever, Your Highness."

***

Feli has always been with Alex, who is the middleman of the crown prince. Everyone who wants to know and who wants to know the crown prince needs to be introduced by him. If that person is notorious, he has to try to stop him; you can also go forward to greet him directly, but this needs to be based on the fact that he is already quite familiar with the crown prince - there is not yet, except for the female companion of the crown prince who is willing to give in to the opportunity and is unyielding.

This tradition that has continued for hundreds of years has been criticized, but it has to be said that it saves a lot of embarrassing opening remarks and self-introductions.

When the lights began to flash, he approached his crown prince. As soon as the lights were gone, he immediately grabbed the crown prince's arm and said, "Sorry, Your Highness." While quickly dragging him back to the cylinder beside the hall wall, he had already observed that the walnut wooden pillar with exquisite patterns carved on the surface needed to be hugged by four people to surround it, so that it was a distance from the wall, forming a hidden and safe space. It was difficult to stuff the crown prince inside and block it outside. At the same time, others were also moving, listening carefully, there were sounds of glassware breaking, short low screams, muffled groans, and constant apology. He heard someone whispering, "Outside communication cannot be, the door is closed, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are too."

The next moment, another calm and calm voice said: "Stop being anxious, dear guests, this is a temporary power outage. For your safety, please do not shout, run, or use violence. Now we will read the names of each guest according to the list, and please let the guests who are pronounced to the name walk to the place with the lights on. Someone will lead you to their respective rooms."

A faint candlelight lit up at the gate. Some people started to pronounce names. Obviously, they were grouped according to the country. When they were filled, someone took them away. The interval was not long.

He tried hard to hold His Highness's arm and signaled him to focus on himself. The muscles in the sleeve tube were as hard as rocks. He tskated softly in his heart, thinking that His Highness once picked up a gold-covered ivory throne with one hand: "I guess this is a coup...They have very professional and skilled methods. Our safety will not be a big problem. Please don't act rashly, Your Highness." He thought for a while and added: "Just take part in the coronation ceremony twice."

A chuckle came from the darkness.

The name on the list soon reached "n". The person behind Hailiu pushed Hailiu's back and signaled that he wanted to go out.

"Your Highness, what they are looking for is His Highness Dongkani Romanov." Fei Li quickly reminded him quietly.

"I am Ni Romanov." The protected person in the dark said with the same volume: "Thank you very much for your help, Lord Feli,... and your explanation," he seemed to be about to laugh: "and comfort." His voice was mellow and low, completely different from the smoothness and clarity of Alix.

He walked out over and tried hard to go out, and touched his right hand in disbelief. It was nothing wrong with this hand that grabbed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. At that time, he was afraid that he would not have time to react, so he walked to His Royal Highness's left. How could he suddenly become the Crown Prince of Dongjia?

Ummm...My Your Highness, where have you been? He tried hard to cry in his heart.

***

His hardworking Highness stood in the square in front of the Goddess Temple. He was exercising invisible techniques and was staring at the gate inlaid with gems. The bloody flames in his black eyes were beating.

Wilderger, who had imposed the same spell, stood beside him, with golden red light flashing in his eyes, black armor covering his whole body, and gray-white hair that was not covered by the hair net was flying in the night wind. Juana was suspended in the air, turning around and dancing freely.

"Are you planning to rob the temple?" The Dead Knight's voice was long, cold and ethereal, but unfortunately the content would make his fellow people who were far away in another plane dismayed - although they were already absolutely absolutely absolute: "It is indeed a good target, so take action now?"

"We have to wait a little longer."

The lich moved his fingers, which was very laborious and sensitive, and had a lot of power. If he had not reacted properly and released a quick retreat, he would have to use two more spells to walk out silently.

***

In the king's office, the mercenaries skillfully examined the bodies and confirmed that there were no lucky people who escaped death by chance.

"Cut off that person's head." The Chief of Staff of the Army was referring to the new king's head. He decided to take the new king's head to the temple. Whether it was a sacrifice to the little goddess or a prop to intimidate the little girl, he had to ensure that the little goddess would not play today's tricks at tomorrow's throne ceremony. Well, those wise royal politicians would not mind clapping their hands for the second time.

The mercenary leader, known as the "captain", looked at him and smashed the head of the Chief of Staff with one shot.

"Private First Class, send a signal to everyone that the Carnival begins! Apart from the palace, play as you like!"

He walked around the room full of corpses and kicked the new king in the head, "Also, describe the appearance of the Crown Prince Sardinian. This man must be alive! Intact!" A group of troublesome guys... But it was precisely because of them that the mercenaries had a place to use their skills. The new king wanted to change, the chief of staff wanted the throne, and the real boss of the mercenary wanted a turbulent and war-torn Danga. "Captain" twisted his lips, squinted his eyes like a wolf, and admired the gems and gold inlaid on the sandalwood guard wall. This is what the mercenaries wanted... In the common term of the Western Continent Federation, mercenaries were for profit; synonyms for economic interests.

Thinking of the group of "biological state vaults" in the palace, he was really moved: "You must be cautious and avoid all greed, because human life does not depend on the rich family." He quickly warned himself, "Captain" walked towards the terrace outside the General Office, which was the top floor of the first palace, and it was located on the mountainside, which could almost overlook the entire capital.

There were almost no one here to light the lights at night, and there were no street lights, so when the first bright color suddenly jumped out on the edge of this sleeping black city, the Captain grinned happily.
Chapter completed!