Chapter 173 I Want to Sleep with the Queen (asking for monthly tickets)

Huh!

Granville Palace.

Holt sat up suddenly in bed.

The strong impact caused by the forbidden magic could be clearly felt even in the palace.

His brows furrowed, he put on a coat, and walked out of the house: "What's going on?"

The chief magician of the palace, Hercules, and the veteran Antonio have quietly appeared beside Holt. As the most important guards of His Majesty the King, these two will always be by Holt's side.

Holt also trusts these two people absolutely, even more than his own son and daughter.

At least, these two people would not plot to take his position.

These two were orphans with excellent qualifications who were selected from the people when Holt was just a prince. When they were about to starve to death, they were brought into the palace by Holt. Their way of cultivation was different from that of ordinary people. They progressed very quickly, but at the same time, they aged obviously faster than normal people.

The two of them, one of whom had experience in the army, almost wiped out all the bandits and gangsters in Granville.

One of them joined the Royal Magic Guard and in just three years, became the chief of royal magic.

Hearing Holt's words, Hercules frowned and looked into the distance: "It seems to be the movement of the Andre family. I sense the fluctuation of forbidden spell-level magic."

"Forbidden spell." Holt pondered for a moment.

There's nothing particularly strange about this.

The Andre family often performs some special magic, and big explosions occur from time to time. Holt has become accustomed to it over the years.

To put it bluntly, if there hadn't been several big explosions every year, the Andre family wouldn't be so sparse, and the family wouldn't have declined so quickly.

"Forget it, now that you're awake, just come with me." Holt said after thinking for a while.

With the demise of the dragon race, the kingdom's internal political situation became unstable.

Ap. Lawn Montgomery is a genuine ambitious man. His goal is not just to become the Pope, he even wants to become the supreme ruler of the unity of politics and religion.

Many nobles have secretly joined Apu.

He also has to make some responses. Dominic is a person worth winning over. Since he wants to win him over, he naturally has to cater to his interests. The forbidden spell-level magic book hidden in the small treasury should be able to arouse Dominic's interest.

Also, that batch of top-grade magic stones.

There is also a batch of materials that he cannot use but must be very precious to Dominic. They can allow Dominic to refine materials to assist in star-upgrading potions.

Legendary level, it is very difficult to upgrade the star level.

In this realm, there are no star-raising potions, only potions that assist in star-raising.

If you want to improve your star level, you still have to rely more on hard practice, or expect to be favored by the god of fate and hope that you can have an epiphany one day.

It’s a pity that enlightenment is a true legend, and I have never heard of anyone who can succeed in achieving enlightenment at this level.

While thinking in his mind, Holt came to the study under the escort of two legendary bodyguards. He skillfully moved the desk away, pressed the button, and entered the corridor.

He entered the passwords one by one and watched the stone doors move open in front of him.

Holt couldn't help but reveal an excitement on his face. Although as the king of Granville, he didn't need to worry about money, but looking at the gold bricks filling the secret room and the thousands of top-grade magic stones, Holt still felt a strong sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Boom boom...

The last stone door was gradually moved away.

The expression on Holt's face became more and more serious. Even before the stone door was completely moved away, his eyes had already looked inside through the gap in the stone door, and then... his smile froze.

The smile on his face turned into an unbelievable dullness in less than a second. The familiar, dazzling golden light and colorful blocks did not come into view as usual. When the stone door was completely moved away, what appeared in front of Holt was a large empty... floor? Holt did not get angry, he even laughed.

It seems that I haven't had enough rest recently. My eyes are not working well. A master of my level can actually have hallucinations. It would be so embarrassing if this got out.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked forward again.

The next second, his lips trembled slightly, he blinked, then pressed his forehead hard and looked at the two bodyguards beside him: "Oh, Hercules, tell me, in my secret room, there are countless gold bricks, I may just be a little stupid for a moment, so I can't see it, right?"

Hercules looked strange. "Your Majesty, I don't want to break your fantasy, but... there is no doubt that there is nothing in your treasury. Your collection of 36,000 gold bricks, 8,600 top-grade magic stones, top-grade materials that can fill an entire storage ring, four forbidden spell-level magic scrolls, and a sub-forbidden spell-level magic book have all been taken away."

"grass!"

Holt 474 suddenly became furious.

His face instantly turned into that of an angry lion. He completely lost the dignity of a king and started cursing.

At the same time, he punched the wall next to him.

Accompanied by a loud roar, the entire secret room was shaking violently.

Dense cracks suddenly appeared on the solid wall, which was made entirely of huge stones and spread like a spider web.

It is conceivable how angry Holt is at this moment.

Even when he learned from Agnes that a mysterious captain often visited his harem and that he might have been cuckolded many times, he had never been as angry as he is now.

"My money, my money..."

“That’s all my money…”

Granville was rich, filthy rich.

Holt is even the king...but even so, Holt still felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

That’s thirty-six thousand gold bricks, thirty-six thousand.

That’s eight thousand six hundred pieces of top-grade magic stones. Eight thousand six hundred pieces.

Holt felt his heart bleed when he thought about how he had spent thirty or forty years to save up such a small amount of private money, but it was stolen by some despicable bastard.

Huff, huff, huff!

He was breathing very hard, and after a long time, he finally suppressed the urge in his chest to crush everything.

"Phew, my dearest Hercules, next time, just tell me if it's true, no need to give such detailed numbers, really." Holt said.

He was already very angry, and every time Hercules said a number, it was like a knife cutting into his heart.

Every number made him understand in the most real way how much he had lost.

After a long time, Holt finally suppressed the restlessness in his heart. He took a deep breath and stepped into the small vault. After entering, Holt's face began to twitch uncontrollably again.

That bastard is really cruel.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The huge secret room of several hundred square meters was completely cleaned out by him, leaving nothing behind, not even a single herb residue.

At this moment, Holt suddenly discovered that there was a row of scarlet words on the wall.

He frowned and looked up.

All I saw was that row of crooked words, which looked extremely ugly, like earthworms crawling on the wall.

"Dolores is mine..."

"Dolores is mine..."

"Dolores is mine..."

Although the words are densely packed, it basically just consists of this one sentence, with no other content.

The crooked words, coupled with the scarlet color, hinted at madness.

What does Dolores have to do with this? Why does he keep emphasizing that Dolores is his?

Who is he?

Just by looking at these words, Holt could feel how distorted the consciousness of the person who wrote these words was. He was simply a madman.

Although Dolores has many suitors, I have never heard that any of them is crazy... Wait a minute, Holt's expression suddenly changed.

It seems that there really is such a crazy person.

Gray Andre.

The only heir of the next generation of the Andre family.

He has a violent and twisted personality, and even has very strong paranoia.

Could it be that Gray Andre had emptied out his own small treasury?

Considering that Gray-Andre had frequently entered the palace in recent times in order to seek marriage.

The Andre family has always been dissatisfied with the fact that they had secretly taken the broken magic scroll of the large dimensional space.

The more he thought about it, the gloomier Holt's face became, and the more he felt that this might have been done by Gray Andre.

He scanned the text in front of him again. At the very bottom, he even saw a row of different handwriting, which made Holt a little curious. He moved closer and after careful identification, he finally recognized what was written on it:

He wanted to rob the emperor and sleep with the queen! There was even a bracket next to it, indicating that the queen referred to the princess.

Poof! This time, Holt couldn't hold it in any longer, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his face turned extremely pale, and the expression on his face was more ferocious than a demon. This damned bastard not only tried to marry Dolores, but even got involved in his harem.

"Little bastard, bastard..."

"How dare you humiliate me like this... I'm going to kill you!"

Holt cursed under his breath. As a king, this was the first time he was humiliated like this.

At this moment, a violent roar suddenly exploded above the secret room.

The violent tremors caused the secret room to shake wildly, and cracks appeared above the head.

Then, a voice echoed in the night:

"Holt, get out here!"

That was August Andre’s voice! Holt grinned with a bloody look: “Hercules, Antonio…”

"Kill him for me..."

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