The man did not see Meron and King Andri's eldest son in the hall.
The former is the person who betrayed the entire city-state of Aylan Biyin, and the latter is the only legal heir to the throne.
The man's initial plan was to execute King Andri, and then bring King Andri's eldest son back to the city-state for a public trial, forcing him to sign an abdication agreement and legally abolish the throne.
No matter what happens, King Andri and his eldest son will be executed together to ensure that the kingdom has no legal heir.
However, there was only King Andri in the hall at the moment, and the king's eldest son was not seen.
"You are looking for my son," King Andri hissed, "You want this crown?! I tell you, it is absolutely impossible!"
"I'm not interested in your crown."
The man threw King Andre down and stood up to look at Keck.
"If you ask the noble here, if he refuses to answer, take off his hand." The man said.
Keck has never been interested in such cruel things, but there is no other way at the moment, saying: "Maybe you should ask Abdul, but I am willing to do it for you now."
The man nodded and watched as Keck walked towards the nobles who were trembling with fear and began to question them.
The two soldiers pressed the king firmly to the ground. One held his head and arms, and the other held his legs. King Andre pressed his face to the ground and was unable to speak a complete sentence.
While they pressed it, they couldn't help but look at the king's crown that fell on the ground, the scepter and coronation dress that were clutched in his hands.
Ah, how luxurious it is, and how miserable it is now.
The two of them were a little unbelievable. King Andri on the base of the statue was pressed here by him like this. Didn't he have four hands or two heads? Doesn't his scepter burst out with lightning? Does he not have his Lord to care for him?
In that case, the king is nothing special. The two soldiers thought so.
On the other side, Keck walked up to the trembling nobles.
In front of him was a family, headed by the eldest earl, staring directly at Keck. Beside him were his wife and son. They threw themselves under the pillars on the side, not daring to look directly at the tall Keck who cast a huge shadow.
"Did you hear everything?" Keck grabbed the earl and said harshly: "Tell me, where did Myron and the prince go?"
The earl looked panicked, and after not seeing any further action from Keck, he instead cast a noble look.
"I don't know, I don't know, I won't tell."
"Don't know or don't tell?" Keck asked calmly.
The earl gritted his teeth, determined that the slave in front of him did not dare to do anything to him, and said: "I am loyal to His Majesty the King."
After Keck heard this, he said no more and pushed the earl's head to the ground.
The mother and son next to them exclaimed and rushed over, but were kicked away by Keck.
"Come up and hold this count down." Keck ordered the soldiers next to him, deliberately adding an accent to "count".
The soldiers guarding the hall quickly stepped forward and tried their best to hold down the struggling Earl.
Keck pulled out the scimitar from his waist and aimed it at his wrist.
The earl's eyes widened and his whole body was trembling. He tried desperately to withdraw his hand, but was held down tightly.
After a miserable howl of pain.
With a click, the knife fell from his hand, and a bloody severed hand was thrown into the center of the hall.
"This is the first time I've seen nobles chop off their hands instead of slaves." Keck stood up and said to the nobles sarcastically.
After cutting off a noble's hand, there was a series of wailing and exclamations. The nobles shrank back to the corner desperately, turning their faces away, not daring to look directly at this tragic situation.
Soon, Keck walked up to another noble.
Without hesitation, the nobleman immediately knelt down in front of Keck and told with tears everything that happened in the hall, from beginning to end, including the king angrily cursing the ministers, Myron being conferred the status of a duke by the king, and being ordered to Guarding the prince's escape...
"Consul, the Duke and Prince escaped and were taken away by Myron." Keck quickly came over and said.
"Took them away... It seems that Myron also went with him? Where did they go? Out of the city?" The man expressed doubts one after another.
After saying that, the man fell into deeper doubts.
If he leaves the city, all the city gates are now controlled by the city-state legions. He only led more than a thousand people to conquer the palace. Among the remaining more than 5,000 people, another thousand people guard the streets, and the rest guard the city gates.
In this case, if they really forced their way out of the city gate, someone would definitely come over to report how Meron and the prince managed to escape without being discovered.
While the man was thinking, the old eunuch who led the way trotted up to the man.
"Sir, I thought about where the prince escaped. I know a secret passage!" The eunuch spoke quickly and carefully, glancing at King Andre who was pressed to the ground from time to time. "The secret passage is in the garden behind the hall. It can be directly accessed. Lead to the outside of the city.”
"To the outside of the city?" the man asked.
Then, he saw King Andri, who was pinned to the ground by the soldiers, struggling violently.
King Andri suddenly raised his head and cast a vicious look at the eunuch.
King Andre's head was quickly pressed down again.
"Don't be afraid, just keep talking." The man said calmly.
The eunuch swallowed and nodded: "It was built a hundred years ago. It can lead directly to the direction of the giant tower. The purpose is to allow the king to go over and supervise at any time. I have seen it before. It is very narrow and can only accommodate one person." .”
"Where is the secret passage? Take me there quickly." The man said.
The old eunuch nodded enthusiastically and made a gesture of invitation.
Keck stepped forward at this time and said: "Consul, I'll go with him to see it. You'd better send people out of the city to chase them. If you can only accommodate one person, you can't bring horses in. They have been gone for a while."
The words fell into his ears, and the man nodded and said: "That's right. I will lead people to chase him now. You tell people to keep an eye on this place."
"Are you going in person?" Keck asked in surprise.
"Well, go now, don't delay." The man said as he walked out of the hall, "I want to fulfill my appointment in person."
Keck did not stop him, he said: "Okay, I will call the cavalry immediately."
"As fast as possible, as long as there is a team." The man tightened his tattered robe and lightly touched the candlestick on his waist with his fingertips.
Keck immediately sent someone to deliver the message.
The man followed several soldiers out of the hall, passed through the mirror gallery and the garden, and arrived outside the palace.
Not long after, thirty-two cavalrymen gathered outside the grand staircase of the palace. They led their horses, hugged their spears, and wore scimitars at their waists, waiting for the next order.
The man nodded, walked over, turned over and mounted his horse, raised his hand and ordered to them: "Let's get out of the city and catch up with the prince and the traitor Myron as soon as possible."
The cavalry immediately mounted their horses and roared in unison under the leadership of their captain.
The men and cavalry held the reins of their horses, kicked up their hooves, and ran towards the milky white tower in the distance.
The road they left on was filled with gravel and smoke.
Through the smoke, God watched them go away.
God, who is now, who was before, and who will be forever, knows the destiny of man from the moment the candle is lit.
At this moment, the man's fate is about to come to an end. After that, the remaining time is just a soft sigh before the death of life.
When he took old Figg's candlestick.
Death was coming to him from the beginning.
God silently looked at the road where the man left.
His figure gradually faded away.
"Old Feige," God said softly, not knowing where he was looking or who he was talking to, "Are you waiting for him?"
For a long time, there was silence around him.
God waits quietly.
There was a breeze blowing behind me, smoothing the gravel on the road.
"Um."
A soft reply that no one but God can hear.
The old beggar who lost his eyes had an old and gentle voice, holding a candle in his hand, "Lord, I am waiting for him to go with him to the place where the shackles are cut off and where thousands of candles are lit."
