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The study room filled with books still has soft and warm lights as before, and the whole room still has obvious traces of being taken care of. Although the owner of this study room has not been here for some time, his identity Still, no one dared to inquire about his movements without authorization.
The door was pushed open, and a tired-looking Alyosha walked in from the outside. The dark circles under the eyes of this noble young man from Seventan were still obvious, but unexpectedly, his energy was much better than before, and the look between his eyebrows was Some of the clouds of despair were fading away a lot from the young man's face at this time.
"The twelfth day..." Alyosha silently recited the time when his nominal "grandfather" disappeared. This nightmare that had always surrounded him suddenly disappeared, disappearing silently, just like that, in this world All traces have completely faded away.
"The time is the opening time of the big library he once mentioned. It should have disappeared at that time...Did he fail? No, with his strength, I can't imagine anyone who can threaten him."
He raised his hand unconsciously and placed it on the hidden mechanism in the bookshelf. There was a throbbing in his heart that drove him to open the secret room and confirm the nightmare that had been tightly binding him with chains of despair. What is going on now.
"Is it a temptation... is it to test my loyalty..."
The words trembled, and Alyosha's eyes trembled crazily. That existence had deeply engraved fear and awe in the heart of this noble young man. Even if he just thought about it, he would tremble unconsciously.
"Pa!" The palm of his hand suddenly pressed on his face, and his five fingers exerted great force. The skin tore and blood flowed. The stinging feeling oppressed all of Alyosha's nerves, and his body was constantly trembling with fear. soul.
"No, no, no, he said that he will not do these meaningless things. Testing loyalty and etiquette used to highlight status are all impossible for him. Without testing, he will disappear. Alyosha, what are you still hesitating about, what are you still thinking about, do it, do it!"
Almost everyone is like this. When fear reaches its limit, it will turn into unreasonable and violent anger. When the flames of rage engulf everything, this person will be able to do anything.
Constantly imagining the consequences of his behavior being discovered by the old man brought endless fear to Alyosha, and it accumulated more and more.
But at the same time, the nameless anger deep in his heart was also burning, roaring, and madly telling Alyosha that this was his only chance to get rid of the endless pain and despair and open the secret room. , confirm that guy’s status!
If discovered...
Alyosha pinched his throat, and there was an abnormal hard object there. It was a lich's finger bone, and a seventh-level spell, the Finger of Death, was sealed inside.
This was something he had spent all the assets he had accumulated over the years in exchange for it, not to use it to kill the nightmare, but to kill himself.
Before the guy who gave him endless despair does anything to him, use this spell that can be activated immediately to completely annihilate his soul and make death his end, not the beginning of endless torture.
"!" The raging flames completely burned away the fear and confusion, and the impulse drove Alyosha to put his finger on the mechanism on the bookshelf.
In an instant, the fingers were bloody and bloody, but the pain was of no use to Alyosha, whose anger had burned away all reason.
Familiar space fluctuations, his vision went dark, and the dizziness was also completely ignored by his hot brain. He strode forward, his mental power already hooked on the lich's finger bones, ready to release it from his throat to his head at any time. The finger of death.
The light at the corner allowed Alyosha to see clearly the situation where the twelve keys mentioned by the old man were stored. There was nothing there.
The anger was completely extinguished in an instant as if an ice forbidden spell had been cast. At the same time, the courage that was caused by the anger disappeared. His hands and feet softened, and Alyosha's body fell to the ground.
Tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, rolling between his trembling lips and teeth. The salty, painful, and indescribable sense of relief spread throughout Alyosha's body. The one that had been pressing heavily on his head made him feel uncomfortable. The existence tightly wrapped in the cloud of despair disappeared.
What was born from this sense of relief was a new layer of emotions, worrying about gains and losses, coupled with confusion, will he come back, run away... run away... run away...
After the sense of relief came, Alyosha realized that the fear did not disappear with the disappearance of that person at all. What he was subconsciously thinking about was running away.
"Damn it, damn it!" He slapped himself hard, so hard that his teeth, which were already loose due to long-term overwork, burst out of his mouth with blood.
"He won't come back, not anymore!" He roared loudly like a self-hypnosis, and the hysterical voice echoed in the secret room.
"Hoo, ho... I want to tell the king this news. No matter whether he is a qualified monarch or not, Seventan will not be destroyed, never!"
"We will win. There is no problem with this guy's plan. The only problem is this guy. Now that he has disappeared, then the plan should be implemented. In this war with no retreat, Seventan will be the winner."
Muttering to himself, the only remaining belief in Alyosha's heart made this guy drag his young but weak body towards the outside of the secret room.
The old man is dead, so he wants to tell the king all his information, all the information about the advent ceremony that he thought he had absolute control over Alyosha and told him.
He saw the decline of Seventan and the process of destruction. After all, he was unwilling to watch this kingdom in its twilight years be crushed into the dust of history in the war.
Using the staff as a crutch, Alyosha walked out of the building specially prepared for the old man and got into the carriage driven by the coachman with a special identity.
"The Royal Palace..." Bloodshot eyes were staring at the direction of the Royal Palace, and in a hoarse voice, he gave the coachman the order to move forward.
Alyosha was no longer entangled in the nightmare at this moment, but instead became more and more crazy.
The coachman glanced at this guy who in his eyes had gradually become decadent from a scholarly and promising young man. The crazy look of this guy at this moment did not surprise him. He had seen the final state of many guys who served the old man. This guy It's a bit surprising that the guy lasted as long as he did.
Regardless of what happened to this crazy guy, the coachman whipped up his horsewhip. No matter what this guy was going to do, he would always be just a coachman. All he had to do was take the passengers to their destination, whether it was the palace or wherever.
Along the way, Alyosha's eyes scanned the surrounding environment. It was desolate and lifeless. Even though spring had begun, the temperature was no longer freezing, but the city of King Seventan was only filled with dead silence. It was as lively as when the temperature warmed up in previous years. , nowhere to be seen.
The carriage drove through several streets and finally drove directly into the palace. After the guards confirmed the carriage driver's special identity, they did not make any obstruction and allowed the carriage to enter.
Get off the car, take the familiar route through the Royal Academy, and walk into the place where the king is. As the direct handover person between the old man and the kingdom, Alyosha's status is enough for him to do this.
In the palace where little light penetrates, where the king is, the building that should be magnificent is left with another sense of gloominess due to the lack of light. Armored soldiers standing silently around the throne stand in two rows. This gloomy atmosphere brought with it an air of blood.
"What else does he want..."
Sitting on the king's seat is a man whose face is covered by shadows, and his figure and face cannot be clearly seen. He is the king of Seventan at this time.
Although he couldn't see his figure clearly, he could tell from his voice that he was definitely not very old, even immature. It was hard to imagine that the king of a country could be such a young person.
"No, no, it's not what he asked for. His Majesty the King, he is dead and he will not come back again. What I want to tell you is all the information he gave me, what he concealed from you, what he did to you, what he did. I will tell you everything now, as long as it allows Seventan to survive, and please ask someone to record it, and I will begin to describe it now."
Alyosha's words were a bit confusing, hurried with stuttering and inconsistent words, but his meaning was very clear. This was a bombshell. He was dead. Who was he, the creator of the plan? , and the creator of those "gods", will he die?
"..." The young and somewhat overly young king was silent for a while, and the room where the throne was located fell silent for a short period of time.
"Loyal people of the kingdom, please speak." From the shadows, a person who should be the Minister of Scrolls walked out, holding a magic volume and pen for recording in his hand.
"The key to everything is to make those "gods" whole again, gather together, and let the one who was originally..." Alyosha's words sounded with some madness, and the minister of scrolls simultaneously recorded everything Alyosha said.
As time passed, the information hidden by the old man was gradually exposed in front of the king. The long narration made Alyosha's voice hoarse and dry. Finally, after telling the last news, Alyosha coughed violently for more than ten seconds. , and finally looked at the shadow where the king was.
"Don't let the royal flag fall! Your Highness!" The enthusiasm in Alyosha's eyes was undisguised.
"Thank you for your loyalty. Everything you have done for the kingdom will be remembered." The king's words came from the shadows, with smiles and approval.
"No, this is what I should do. I must...uh..." Alyosha said excitedly. The king's approval made his blood boil, but the words died in his throat before he could finish speaking.
Looking down with disbelieving eyes, several sharp swords stabbed out from the chest, ruthlessly bringing out the blood and internal organs.
"This..." The trembling words rang in his throat and then disappeared. At the same time, Alyosha's life also disappeared.
I don't know when, those standing armored soldiers surrounded Alyosha who said he was selfless, and while he expressed his loyalty, they pierced his body.
"The backhand he left behind was very successful. If he loses that guy's suppression, it will be triggered. Loyalty occupies his consciousness. Sure enough, that guy still left a lot of things..."
The Minister of Scrolls watched indifferently as the soldiers took Alyosha's body away. The backhand that had been planted in advance would distort Alyosha's will after losing the suppression of that guy. His loyalty beyond all expectations would make him destroy all the old people. Tell the king of this kingdom what is hidden.
"Your Highness, have you made your decision?"
The Scroll Minister looked in the direction of the throne.
"I have long made up my mind. Just like what the old monster said, all the unbearable pain at this moment is just labor pain. Even if I give everything and die just like that, Seventan will not die with me."
The king's somewhat too young words sounded, and they contained only determination.
