Chapter 137 Birdcage We Are All Heretics
The Council Palace was brightly lit with candles, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Osa glanced at Avril who was standing beside her, retracted the long sword nailed to the wall, raised her eyelids, and stared at the candle that had rolled to the feet of the king with a blurred face, her eyes full of thought.
She saw the magic thread on the candle.
She knew that she couldn't sense magic because of the sluggishness of her magic power. In order to help her learn to hide her magic power, Hefa taught her for a long time.
However, she could actually see the magic lines on the candle.
There are two magic lines on it. One is connected to Avril, and it moves a little bit every time a section is broken. The other...
Osa looked calmly in the direction of the gate leading to the Council Palace.
After she cut the thread connecting to Avril, the other thread also disappeared, leaving her unable to determine where the other thread was connected.
Even though the candle was broken and fell casually to the side, the flame had not been extinguished, and the white candle body was stained red in the blood.
"Will you cry?" A strange and confusing question came from Avril.
Osa looked at her bloody fist and the story she had heard in the stone house. She thought for a moment and answered honestly, "Yes."
Without waiting for Avril's response, a slight sound came from the left side not far away, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet inner hall.
At this moment, the two of them turned towards the source of the sound at the same time in perfect tacit understanding.
Osa's face was calm, and her hand quietly grasped the hilt of the sword.
Avril didn't move.
"Click." There was a sound of a mechanism fitting together, and the flying bird relief on the decorative column on the wall moved slightly, and a door slowly moved open on the side.
Osa tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword little by little, silently exerting force with her legs.
Avril stared at the secret door without making any movement, only her palms were still dripping with the king's blood.
The door was suddenly opened, and the person who came out of the secret door stopped suddenly when he raised his eyes before he could completely walk out of the secret passage.
The face he had seen before was right in front of him. It was the one who drugged Vifiya. Osa rushed over at an extremely fast speed.
Before the newcomer could react, he pulled the two people out.
Ferdin stumbled, and after he stood up, he hurriedly helped up Peyton who was also stumbling behind him. He looked towards the secret door hurriedly and found that Osa had closed the door of the secret passage and was standing in front of the door, looking at them leisurely.
Realizing something, he frowned and looked around anxiously. His breathing suddenly stopped and there was a smell of blood in his nose. He only saw the red-stained Council Palace, the expressionless Aulite, and... the king who had died miserably and whose face could no longer be seen.
He immediately protected Payton behind him, his breathing was rapid, his heart was beating almost out of his chest, and his face was filled with unconcealable fear.
For a moment, Avril didn't move, and neither did Osa.
Ferdin didn't dare move.
The calm eyes stared at Ferdin quietly, and he felt as if something heavy was pressing him down.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his face, and the itchiness was infinitely magnified in fear. The corner of Ferdin's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his body seemed to think that this would relieve it.
In the silence, only the breathing gradually became heavier.
He opened his mouth and held the woman's cold hand behind him. As if it gave him courage, he took a deep breath and squeezed out the words: "Avril, please let us go."
"Tick." The blood from the girl's palm dripping onto the floor finally made a sound, but she didn't say anything.
Ferdin tightened his grip on the woman's hand, his chest heaving with rapid breathing. Time seemed to be ticking. He licked his dry lips and said, "Let's go. I'll tell you why your slave mother came to see me that night."
Avulite blinked slowly. She knew what her mother was going to do without him saying it. It was nothing more than kneeling in front of them and begging them to let go of her only relative in the world.
After all, as a slave's mother, all she had left was her little dignity, which she had to protect with all her might.
"Tell me." The indifferent voice sounded like heavenly music to Ferdin. His face lit up with joy, and hope suddenly arose in his heart.
He opened his mouth eagerly, and the next moment, the girl's voice reached his ears again, like a ghost demanding her life. Although her tone was calm, Ferdin could still hear the murderous intent deep in her frozen nerves: "How did you torture her?"
Ferdin's face changed, and he and the woman behind him couldn't help but take a step back.
Fear was silently eating away at his sanity, and he was sweating profusely, completely unaware of it.
Damn it! What else? What else could possibly be enough to tempt this monster? I can’t let Peyton die here!
Silence kept moving through the blood, piercing his body again and again, bringing infinite coldness and freezing his flowing blood.
In the midst of this stagnation, he managed to squeeze out a few words from his dry throat: "Avril, you haven't won yet."
The girl's eyes moved.
Seeing her finally react, Ferdin had no choice but to continue, "My father and the Pope have an agreement that we can get military support from the Holy See."
He swallowed his nonexistent saliva and said, "I have sent the letter to the church."
Under the emotionless gaze of the other party, he let go of the woman's hand and protected her behind him. He suddenly shouted loudly, as if doing so could give him courage: "As long as you let Peyton go, I can stay! After the knights of the Holy See arrive, I will explain. You don't need to conflict with them."
Avril remained silent, seemingly considering the situation.
But would a monster created specifically for killing be afraid of killing?
Ferdin didn't know that the little bit of rationality he had left forced him to not think about this question at all. With his breathing rapid, and the other party not saying anything, he had to ask aloud: "Why..."
"Puff."
What was that sound? Ferdin couldn't help but wonder. The already quiet surroundings became even quieter, as if the sound had dissipated in his ears, and something seemed to have changed in his body.
"Tick." He heard the sound of sticky liquid falling, and his breathing slowed down.
He felt a chill in his abdomen and couldn't help but shudder.
He lowered his head in a daze. A sharp sword pierced his body, and blood dripped from the silver-white sword.
His blood...
He didn't need to identify it too much, he recognized it at a glance, it was his sword, he gave it to...
His pupils suddenly shrank and he looked back in disbelief, but it became difficult because of the wound in his abdomen.
The red-haired woman's hand trembled as she gripped the hilt of the sword, and she lowered her head.
Sensing his movements, she slowly raised her head. The dependence and love he was accustomed to seeing in her eyes were no longer there, but a bone-chilling coldness. She stared into his eyes word by word and said, "Who wants to be your canary?"
The strength in his hand had been used up to thrust the sword forward, and his hand slipped uncontrollably, losing its strength...
But, that’s not enough!
A scarred hand immediately grasped the trembling hand and put it back on the hilt of the sword.
The hilt of the sword is cold under my hand, and the rough and warm touch is on my hand.
Peyton took a deep, trembling breath, and there was anger in his eyes that he could no longer conceal. It was a rage that had been buried for a long time, and it could finally burn the man in front of him with the burning hatred.
She practiced for three whole years for this sword!
This pair of disabled hands has been in pain for three whole years!
She suddenly stepped forward, and in the man's wide eyes and filled with hatred, she pierced the sword completely through the man's body!
For my father, for my mother, for my brother...
For the ideal!
"I want to be a knight."
"Oh my god, Cavaliers! Then our little Payton must work harder and can't sleep in anymore."
The past scenes are still in her mind. She dare not forget them, she cannot forget them.
Peyton moved forward step by step, and the man retreated weakly step by step under the sword. There was an indescribable heartbreak on his face, and he looked at the woman he loved in shock.
"Am I beautiful?" the woman asked softly.
The woman stood on tiptoe to look him in the eye, gritting her teeth as she spoke, "What you should remember more is that my sword is sharper than any man's!"
The man's mouth was blocked by the gushing blood. He struggled to make a sound, but only painful gurgles came out.
Seeing the unwillingness in his eyes, as if knowing what he wanted to ask, Payton decided to mercifully tell him the answer to the question.
She scoffed with delight, "A rapid heartbeat can be faked."
"idiot."
With Aulite's hand, the Crown Prince, whose voice had completely stopped and whose hollow eyes were still filled with disbelief, was pushed hard.
"Bang!" The heavy body fell to the ground.
Why did the secret passage lead to the Council of State? Of course it was because she secretly changed the blueprint back then, but he wouldn't care anyway.
Payton stared down at the Crown Prince's body, feeling his hands trembling.
It is not difficult to deceive Ferdin, but it is difficult to deceive the king and others.
The State Council Palace was as bright as day, and if it weren't for the smell of blood that filled his nose, everything would be the same as before.
Her breathing gradually became steady. Peyton looked at Avril beside her. Her eyes were moist, but no tears fell. She finally smiled.
“It’s a pleasure to work with you.”
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Corpses were lying everywhere, and the color red filled everyone's eyes.
Keith controlled his heavy breathing and ignored the pain in his body. His aching hands once again tightly grasped the sticky hilt of the sword, and he staggered one step closer to the noble reinforcements coming to support the palace.
Four hours left.
Keith opened his right eye, which was glued shut with nearly dried blood.
Why are there no other reinforcements at the main gate?
Because this was originally an unreasonable request he made to Princess Avril.
He doesn't need reinforcements.
He just wanted to leave his life to fate, whether to reunite with his lover or continue to struggle in this world without her.
Swing the sword, swing the sword again and again until the strength is lost and the weakness is revealed.
"Zheng!"
The long sword in the dark night did not hit him as expected. A middle-aged woman holding a picked-up blood-stained long sword stood in front of him.
Keith stared blankly at the scene before him.
The middle-aged woman suddenly released the opponent's strength and turned back: "It was just a little bit, Knight."
After he finished speaking, he heard the mighty shouts of the women behind the noble reinforcements, resounding through the sky. He could clearly see in the distance the women holding up all sorts of weapons: kitchen knives, hoes, long swords, machetes...
Figures came running quickly from both sides, blocking his way.
The thin body became an indestructible wall.
A woman looked back: "We all saw it."
The other woman clenched the kitchen knife in her hand: "Sorry, we went to call for help, but we were too late!"
They were the two women who had seen him kill the palace guards before.
"We won't let you lose!"
"Please cheer up, Knight!"
"You won't lose!"
It was the women who spoke with determination, and they did not retreat a single step.
They didn't know what the young knight was thinking. They only knew that they couldn't let the few people who stood with them and took up arms for them die.
"We will take up arms!"
"North is right. If I don't hold my weapon tighter, I'll die!"
"So what if I'm a heretic! It was this God who saved me!"
"I am a heretic!"
"We are all heretics!"
“I don’t want to die!”
“We don’t want to die!”
"So Knight! You won't die either!"
Whether it was to give themselves courage or to prevent the knight from giving up on them, the women rushed to speak.
The voices were noisy in his ears, all conveying the same message.
The young knight stared at their backs in a daze. Some of their clothes were unexpectedly shabby, and some of their backs were so thin, but they still stood in front of him.
He stared blankly, speechless for a moment.
Everyone is born with various weights, nobles, commoners, slaves, wealth, poverty...
At this moment, on countless scales, the weights called death were vying for the top and falling steadily onto each pan.
The balance that had been tilted for a long time finally reached a strange balance.
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