Chapter 66 Domestic Conclusion: Felix is a 'forsaken by God,' and will eventually...
East was pale. Although no attacks landed on him, the amount of energy he had expended was no joke.
“You’re going to lose,” he said.
Damien raised his sword again to attack, "I don't believe you can keep using that evil ability forever."
East raised his short blade to parry, but Ethan seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack from behind, giving East no chance to dodge.
East crouched and rolled out of their attack range, his whole body soaked with mud and rainwater.
The torrential rain gradually subsided, and the gloomy sky grew even darker. Brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky, dispelling the gloom for a moment.
Everyone paused for a moment because of this sudden turn of events. Damien looked sharply at East, "What did you do?"
Easter took a few breaths. In the wind and rain, his figure looked so thin, as if a gust of wind would knock him over, yet his back was ramrod straight. "Yeah, want to guess what I did?"
After he finished speaking, more players appeared around him, eyeing Damien and Ethan menacingly.
"Clatter clatter clatter~" A man on horseback burst into the stalemate. The man on horseback had a handsome and holy face. The way he rode in was like a prince from a fairy tale who had accidentally wandered onto another movie set.
Finnian dismounted and strode to Ister's side. A soft, warm white light enveloped Ister as he said, "Your Majesty, I have not failed you."
Easter's discomfort vanished with the light, and he asked with concern, "Were there any casualties?"
In this battle, Finnian and his group are an indispensable part. There are many players, but if they encounter a tough opponent, their combat power is slightly lacking. Finnian and his group can make up for this very well. The cooperation between the goblins and the butterfly race, the orcs who have recovered their combat power, the goblins who can sneak up from underground... every race can play a great role.
Finnian: "Your Majesty, rest assured, there are only the wounded, no one has died."
Easter breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your hard work." He turned to Damien and Ethan. "Would you like to guess what happened outside?"
The rain gradually stopped, and a gust of wind blew in, bringing a bone-chilling cold.
Damien and Ethan didn't look too happy.
"King, aren't you afraid we'll fight to the death?" Damien asked, referring to both the present and the outside world.
Easter laughed. "I don't do things I'm not sure about."
The number of players who went to attack the Kingdom of Ramon was about 50,000 to 60,000. The rest were enough to deal with the families in the country. Regardless of the players' combat strength, just looking at the numbers, they were a force that could not be ignored.
"King, stop wasting time talking to them and arrest them immediately. Go change your clothes quickly, or you'll get sick again." It was Suibian who rushed over to assist Finnian and his men in their battle, ensuring they received timely medical treatment after being injured.
Easter turned to Finnian, "Thank you for your help."
"Your Majesty, rest assured, they are already struggling to hold on. I can handle it."
Flakes of white wings swept towards the two gently yet swiftly, exploding with a "pop" just before reaching them. Tiny white fragments of light enveloped the two, and the next moment, they collapsed to the ground, unconscious, their fate unknown.
East put away his short blade. To be honest, he was a little envious. Who wouldn't want to have such an ability?
His eyes swept over the little firemen. Well, he didn't need to envy others; what he had was already the best.
"I'm going to change my clothes. Can you guys help me clean up this mess?" he said.
"No problem, go quickly, go quickly," Matsukami Yuki urged.
If it weren't for East using himself as bait, how could he have ended up in such a sorry state?
What did he say that day?
"We must have a legitimate reason for our actions, regardless of the order in which we take them; this is essential."
Watching that slender yet upright figure walk away, Matsushita Yuki regained her composure and began to tie the person up. They had put in so much effort; if anything went wrong, they would be devastated.
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Easter went into the room, went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, dried his hair with a towel, changed into clean clothes, and then went out again. He still had a lot of things to take care of.
The same banquet hall, with almost the same number of people, the only difference being that the once well-dressed gentlemen and ladies now appeared in disheveled state; the magicians and swordsmen were bound with magic-binding chains (made hastily by Vestan); the ordinary people were simply tied up with ordinary ropes, all neatly arranged, not one missing.
East hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, but considering that the country was just a remote, small nation, everything was understandable.
Easter sat down in the chairs that the players had prepared in advance, and said with a smile, "Good day, ladies and gentlemen."
"Your Majesty, what is your intention?" Edwan maintained his noble dignity.
"Haven't I made it obvious enough?" Easter asked in surprise. "I think I've made it obvious enough, and your answer is not unexpected."
"Gentlemen, stop with the nonsense and tell me what makes you worth keeping me here," he continued. "By the way, all your assets, whether factories, shops, or other private possessions, are being guarded by my summoned creatures. You should talk about your intrinsic value, not your financial status."
“Your Majesty, I have done nothing. Our family has always been loyal to Felix.” It was the confidential secretary, Seamus Stewart, who spoke.
East chuckled, "They didn't do anything, they're right there." He casually pointed to Tate, who was standing silently to the side.
Tate Ross was the Commander of the Guard, responsible for national security and military affairs, overseeing the construction and management of the army. This was undoubtedly a very important position, and one that many people coveted. Naturally, the selection of people for such an important position required great care, and those selected would be subject to greater constraints, with the requirement to swear allegiance being essential.
If the players hadn't arrived in time, this guard commander might have died at the hands of his own soldiers—a truly tragic fate.
“Sigh, I don’t particularly like bloodshed,” Easter sighed, “but what you’ve done leaves me no reason to stay.”
He knew that this was how the world was: nobles could act without restraint, paying very little or no price at all, but how could he let go of those with blood on their hands and treading on corpses?
Then, something unexpected happened: a black magic circle appeared beneath Ister's feet, and a dark mist began to emanate from it.
"Your Majesty, you are too complacent. This is not the behavior of a wise person." Edwan was pinned to the ground by several players, but more players rushed towards Ister immediately. However, it was to no avail. They were all blocked by the black mist and could not advance an inch. The closer they got, the faster their health bar dropped.
"Stop struggling. This directly affects the soul. It's enough to target even a mage." Edwan's voice was calm, but his eyes revealed madness.
"really."
Those two simple words made Edwin's eyes widen. "Impossible, how could this be?"
The black mist dissipated, and Easter remained seated upright in his chair, his posture unchanged. "What's impossible?" he asked. "Everyone knows there's a group of dark mages in the Kingdom of Ramon, do you think I wouldn't make any preparations?"
East wasn't crazy to bring them all here. He didn't have that kind of morbid desire to torture people. He just wanted to see what other tricks they had up their sleeves. What if they still had some trump cards up their sleeves and let them escape? If he was going to take action, he would wipe them all out without leaving any room for retreat. He understood the meaning of the poem, "Wildfire cannot burn them all, the spring breeze brings them back to life."
“Felix is a ‘forsaken one’ and will eventually perish.” Edwan was acting erratically, and the use of that dark magic had clearly affected him as well.
East shrugged indifferently. "So what?" He didn't care. "Anything else? Use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, or tell us who your backers are, or we're really going to die."
“Your Majesty, are you not afraid?” This was the Chief Justice, Wayne Bennett, a member of the church. “Our God is watching from heaven; are you truly not afraid of divine punishment?”
"No? Really no?" East didn't care about Wayne's words, as if God would let him off the hook if he did nothing. Anyway, he was already on God's blacklist, so doing more or less made no difference.
“It seems there really isn’t any left,” he said with regret. “Is it that none of you are afraid of death, or that you thought I wouldn’t do anything? It seems to be the latter. In your eyes, do you think I’m that merciful?”
East stood up from his chair. "There are quite a few, but you all deserve to die." He leaned slightly forward so the players wouldn't hear him, then straightened up. "My performance alone isn't very interesting, so let's take you all to jail first."
His indifferent expression towards life sent a chill down the spines of many who were certain that East would not kill him.
East was casually thinking about choosing an auspicious day to send them off. He had given them countless chances, but none of them had cherished them. Since his coronation, they had caused him trouble in everything they did. Did they really think he was a little lamb that could be easily manipulated?
"Your Majesty, what about the rest?" Meimei asked, explaining that over a thousand people had been captured, but less than a hundred were here. They couldn't all be locked up in jail; there was no room for them. Not to mention those who were under control—servants, slaves, soldiers, and so on—the total number must be several thousand.
East rubbed his temples. These people were the easiest to deal with; the rest were the troublesome. But thinking about the potential gains, he felt relieved. "Lock up those who need to be locked up first. As for the rest, you can take turns guarding them. Once we've verified their identities and made sure they're not a problem, we'll make other arrangements. Don't worry, it'll be at most a week."
"No problem, any reward is fine." The husky grinned. Although he died twice on this mission, the rewards were plentiful! Worth it, totally worth it.
"Your Majesty, you must remember to balance work and rest," said Suibianla with concern.
"Most of the unsettling factors have been resolved, so the busyness is only temporary," Easter said.
“Your Majesty, your actions cannot be resolved with just a short period of effort,” Matsushita Yuki stated matter-of-factly.
East, "..."
"Haha." The little fire people laughed irresponsibly. The decisive and ruthless king from before was too unfamiliar. This kind of king is much more reassuring.
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The author notes: ① This is an introduction to different positions in the Middle Ages. The information consulted may vary.
There's a reason why the protagonist isn't afraid of getting his hands stained with blood.
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