Chapter 226 Farewell
The noise in the palace soon alarmed the guards outside the door. The captain of the guards immediately led his men in. When he saw his comrades lying on the ground and the messy hall, the first thing he felt was anger.
However, when he met the eyes of the Grand Marshal lying on the ground, he seemed to understand something.
Although there were people lying on the ground and there was a lot of noise, it seemed that no one was injured.
The sword in the legend's hand was completely used as a blocking tool. He never swung it down once. All the people on the ground were knocked down by his fists and feet.
"stop!"
After spending two or three seconds to figure out the situation, the captain of the guard immediately knew what he should do. He shouted and led his men to rush towards Levi, but unfortunately, all this was in vain.
In a short while, the hall was filled with people lying all over the floor, each with a peaceful expression.
The sword scraped the ground, destroying the regular pattern of the stone slabs.
When the only sound in the hall was the gradually approaching harsh friction sound, Fenger finally couldn't help but stick his head out, only to see that none of the more than one hundred soldiers led by his own marshal and the captain of the guard were still standing. They all fell to the ground and he didn't know what was going on.
"Waste, a bunch of waste!"
"You might as well take off your armor and sell it, and then send the money to my house. Those treasures will make people feel much happier than you!"
"Wait, wait, don't come over here..."
After scolding the soldiers, Fenger's face changed from anger to fear.
"I admit my mistake, I admit my mistake. I can let you off the hook for what you did today. Don't come over here. I warn you, if you dare to attack me, you're provoking the entire Rohan..."
“Ah, ahhhhh!!”
The tall black shadow gradually approached, and Fingers fell down under the throne, screaming. For a moment, the only thing he could say was "Help", and he looked quite helpless.
Bang! Bang! A burst of punches and kicks sounded, directly blocking Fengger's mouth.
Levi grabbed Fingers chest and was about to give him another personality correction punch when he suddenly stopped.
He turned his head and glanced at the two soldiers behind him who couldn't help but look up out of curiosity.
The two soldiers quickly looked away, tilted their heads and continued lying there.
Bang! With one final punch, Levi let go of Fingers and threw him to the ground.
"Oh my teeth...my teeth...I can't eat meat anymore..."
Click.
When everything was over, Senger, who had been waiting outside, came in.
He shouted, "You should realize how much pain your actions have brought to Rohan. You have never cared about the lives of your people or what they need."
"You never care about the army of Rohan, or the warriors who gallop across the land of Rohan day and night to maintain national security."
"What does it have to do with me?"
Fengger covered his teeth and screamed miserably.
Senger choked.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but as soon as this sentence came out, the already quiet hall became even quieter. The chests of the soldiers lying on the ground rose and fell, and no one knew what they felt in their hearts at this moment.
"you…"
"That's enough! You sneaky outsider, traitor, what qualifications do you have to judge my country?"
Fingal scolded angrily.
Senger gritted his teeth, walked over, grabbed Fengger, and stared at his old face.
Looking at his old father, Senger's eyes were complicated, and the only remaining warmth also dissipated in Fenger's gaze as if he was looking at a stranger.
He didn't recognize himself at all, even though he only covered half of his face and didn't even disguise his voice, and - their hair color was the same.
Even the Grand Marshal and the Captain of the Guards recognized him, but his biological father didn't. He didn't care at all, from the beginning to the end! Bang! He punched Fengger in the face with all his strength, knocking him speechless. This greedy old man finally couldn't stand the multiple blows, and fainted with his eyes rolled up.
"Father - this is the last time I'll call you that."
Crash.
Senger let go of his hand and turned to leave.
"Wait, Your Highness, aren't you coming back to succeed the throne?"
The marshal lying on the ground could not hold it in any longer, he quickly stood up and asked a question.
"You got the wrong person!"
Senger responded loudly and continued walking out without looking back.
"But if you don't succeed to the throne, what's the point of us doing this?"
The captain of the guard could no longer lie still, so he quickly stood up and asked.
Senger turned around and looked at the soldiers on the ground who were staring at him eagerly, as well as the Rohan high-ranking officials who came in from the side door after the storm was over.
There was silence for a moment.
He didn't answer, he just walked away.
"grown ups…"
When Levi shrugged and was about to leave, the Grand Marshal blocked his way.
He looked in the direction where Senger left, then looked at Levi, as if he had a thousand words to say but didn't know how to express them.
"Don't worry, he will come back when the time is right."
Everyone in the hall looked at each other in silence.
The sun rises and the farce ends.
It is said that since the incident in the Golden Palace of Rohan, King Fingal has been ill, his appetite has worsened, and his body has become weaker day by day.
He was seen less frequently in the palace and spent most of his time recuperating at home.
"I want a warrant for that guy!"
Finally one day, Fingers started talking nonsense and forcibly ordered a wanted warrant for Levi.
The execution of this order was not very good, and the news of the wanted order was only spread in a small range - rather than being a wanted order, it became more like some kind of gossip. When people mentioned it, they would only say "It is said that King Fenger is wanted for that legend", but few people could even confirm whether this was true.
One day, an inconspicuous figure in a gray robe passed by a town in Rohan.
Gandalf frowned after hearing this rumor which was not widely spread.
What happened? Levi broke into the Golden Palace and beat up the King of Rohan?
How could there be a conflict between these two families? It shouldn't happen.
After some inquiries, Gandalf got the answer from a resident.
“It’s just so confusing!”
"How dare he hijack the caravan of Lubianbao? No, not only Lubianbao, he shouldn't do this to any caravan. He is really crazy!"
Shaking his head, Gandalf couldn't help lighting his pipe and began to think.
As for the current king of Rohan, he is indeed a bit selfish, greedy, and alienated from his subordinates. He doesn't care about government affairs and is not very good to his family. But after all, his crime does not deserve the death penalty... right?
Well, it doesn’t really matter whether he lives or dies, what’s important is that the order he issued was actually directed at Levi… This is not good for Rohan, very bad.
"I have to go and persuade him."
Not long after, another visitor arrived at the Golden Palace.
"Gandalf the Grey, greetings."
"Ah...Wizard, what news do you bring?"
Fingol, looking a little weak, sat on the throne and asked Gandalf.
Gandalf glanced at the conspicuous scratch on the floor of the hall and said:
"I heard that you issued a wanted order for the legendary Levi in the north. With all due respect, this is not a wise move. This order will do nothing good for Rohan and may even bring disaster to it."
"Shut up, wizard!"
The sincere advice resulted in the king's rebuke.
Gandalf lowered his head and sighed softly, his expression somewhat helpless.
Come on, another king who won’t listen.
Old Gandalf has seen a lot of kings like this during his years wandering in Middle-earth. He can curse as much as he wants, it won't hurt him.
"By the way, there is one thing our wizard friend will definitely be able to do."
After scolding, Finger turned around and said:
"Ever since that damn guy left, I've been suffering from a disease that's made me depressed, unable to eat, and I often have nightmares in the middle of the night. I think he must have cursed me. Can you help me take a look..."
curse?
When Gandalf heard this word, his eyes immediately became serious.
If there is some black magic involved in this matter, then the nature of it will be different. Everything else will have to take a back seat in front of this matter, including the scolding I just received.
At Fingers signal, the guards stepped back to make way for Gandalf.
After approaching Fingers and investigating carefully, Gandalf also figured out the trick.
This disease was purely caused by fear.
To put it simply, it is a more serious neurasthenia.
"Is there any way to treat it?"
Fingal asked eagerly.
"It can't be cured. Goodbye."
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