Goodbye Margaret
Warning! Warning!
You have been blacklisted by the "Hungry Hungry" territory. From now on, you are not allowed to enter the territory without permission. Once you enter the territory, you will be automatically attacked by the security team.
Charles' face turned pale instantly.
Two security guards came forward to search him. How could Prince Philip have ever been subjected to such treatment? As he was pinned to the edge of a table, he cried out, "Friends are friends, enemies are enemies. To wrongly accuse the innocent is foolish! We have no connection to Nasus, Lord, please understand!"
Ye Miaomiao said coldly: "Do you think I'm a fool? Charles has been following me for three or four days, and I didn't feel anything at all? As a father, don't you know? Not only did you attack me, but you even injured my teammates. This is unforgivable!"
You can beat her, because she loses health every time she completes a mission, and the accumulated health has reached nearly 300 points. Her skin is as thick as a first-level wall, which is why Ye Miaomiao allowed Charles to follow her.
She originally wanted to see what this group of people were trying to do, but she didn't expect Nasus to suddenly go crazy and attack Fang Yan.
Fortunately, he failed, otherwise... When Ye Miaomiao thought of this, her face darkened even more.
Fang Yan was a special class, not only bringing Ironware side quests to the territory, but also helping train the team members and becoming the first resident of the Hungry Hungry Territory. If her willful neglect had led to Fang Yan's death, Ye Miaomiao would never forgive herself.
Philip was shocked by Ye Miaomiao's determination. He turned to look at Charles. No one knows a son better than his father. He saw at a glance that Charles was guilty.
This idiot, is he really connected to Nasus?
With his son by his side, no matter how much Philip said, it would sound like excuses and he had nothing to say.
The disaster was not over yet. The two of them, along with Charles' servants, were packed up and expelled from the village.
Ye Miaomiao asked Philip to deliver a letter detailing the entire situation, including Fang Yan's injuries, and adding, "Margaret, please actively handle this matter. Otherwise, the people will become extremely agitated and difficult to contain. The army will be dispatched soon."
Philip was terrified. This statement was not roundabout, but directly informed Hungry Hungry of his ambition to tear his face off. What would Margaret do after seeing this message?
Philip set out on the road filled with worry, but what made him even more desperate was that it was foggy and he had not reached Margaret even after walking for nearly three hours.
They are lost.
"I have a bad feeling." Philip looked at his anxious son and did not tell him that he had just received a notice of "poor health".
He is already 58 years old and has passed his prime. His health is not as good as before. Even though Ye Miaomiao left him thick clothes, it is expected that he will suffer from negative effects.
Unfortunately, I was unlucky and got lost at this very moment.
"Hold me here and block the wind for me," Philip instructed his son's servant. "Keep going. With the map, we can get there."
But the map only gave a rough direction. With strong winds that could change people's directions unnoticed and thick fog that made it impossible to see people even when they were very close, how could two nobles with no hiking experience correct their lost direction and find Margaret immediately?
About an hour later, Philip received another notification on the light screen, this time it was "dying".
His face turned pale and he stopped.
"Are you an idiot?" Charles, who was beside him, was completely unaware and cursed the servant loudly. "I told you to keep your eyes on the screen, but why did you do that? Are you using your eyes to see? If it's useless, get out of here and see where you can go!"
"Charles." Philip stopped him, his face showing undisguised disappointment.
He knew his son, a pampered greenhouse flower, but he never imagined that the descendant of his noble prince would be so stupid.
He has been unable to complete the task of taking over the queen. If he had achieved something, Margaret would not have fallen into the situation of lack of resources; it is good that he is loyal to Margaret, but he does not know how to adapt to make profits for the family, which has caused the father and son to end up in their current situation; he got lost in the ice field and completely forgot about his father's physical condition, like a child who couldn't get candy blaming the servants.
Philip sighed deeply. He had been struggling for a long time before the end of the world came, and he missed the opportunity to be hungry again. He seemed to have gone from heaven to hell. Where would his family go?
Perhaps it was the effect of being on his deathbed, Philip looked ten years older in an instant, and his rare white hair was all blown out by the strong wind, showing the old age of a dying man.
"Father, you..." Charles looked over helplessly.
Philip sighed and ordered, "Shut up and keep going!"
In the merciless storm, the group of four was like a frail boat, swaying in the thick fog, and no one knew what would happen next.
Two hours later, the three men, looking haggard, finally arrived at Margaret.
Charles fell to his knees with a thud, unable to stop the tears in his eyes. It was almost, just a little bit, and his father Philip would not have died.
If it weren't for his father, he wouldn't have been able to get out of the ice field... Thinking of that broad shoulder, Charles couldn't help crying.
"Guards! Where are the guards? Why are you opening the door so late? Do you know who my father is? Do you know who I am? I want you dead!"
The man in guard uniform glanced at him from afar, wrapped himself tightly in his clothes, and quickly retreated back into his hut, cursing inwardly: "What a sick man! He still thinks he's my master! He was already doing his duty by going out to help on a disaster day. If he had known earlier, he should have ignored it. He deserved to be frozen to death outside!"
"Your Highness, let's... let's go back first." The servants were trembling all over, feeling sad for the loss of the rabbit, but they were more worried that the house would not be as warm as the Golden Light Hotel.
The two of them forced Charles to agree to go back to the house before meeting the Queen.
On the way home, all I saw was desolate scenery.
The buildings were pitted by hail, looking like a decade-old house that no one had repaired; thick snow piled up in front of the entrance of the banquet hall that was brightly lit in the past, making it look like it had been abandoned for a long time; the factory that was bustling at lunchtime was now silent.
I don’t know where everyone has gone.
Charles had a growing sense of foreboding. The Margaret in his memory was far better than this. Could something have happened?
It is impossible that Hungry Hungry is better than Margaret? Thinking of Hungry Hungry, Charles suddenly felt a little panic.
He wanted to prove something, so he rushed back home. The cold air made him shiver all over. After being away for so long, Charles almost forgot that it could be so cold indoors.
His younger brother, sister and mother were lying on the bed together, with only a small fire in the corner of the room.
"how so?"
The two servants behind him murmured.
"No electricity yet? Madam and the little prince are freezing? How could this be?"
Charles was so stiff that he didn't even know how to blame the servant.
He tried not to think about anything, shook off his fatigue from the journey, and asked to see Margaret as soon as possible.
There was still plenty of wood burning in the Queen's fireplace, and she lay reclining on the bed, the air slightly warm.
Charles was about to complain about the city gate guards opening the gate late, which led to his father's tragic death at the last moment, but was interrupted impatiently by Margaret.
“Where’s Nasus?” she asked, eager and capricious. “Did he succeed? We’re desperately short of supplies! The next disaster is imminent, it’s too late, the deadline is approaching! I need resources, time, and men to prepare for the Steam Age mission.”
"I've thought about it. What's the use of civilians? With steam, yes, and machines running everything, everything can be replaced. Those civilians are just termites and vampires. How dare they go against me? They don't dare!"
"And Hungry Hungry, how dare she? How could she take my resources and not give them back to me! She will regret it. Only I, only I can move forward smoothly!"
"It's going to be okay. I'm the queen. It's going to be okay."
Charles stared blankly at the pair of bloodshot eyes.
Margaret, who was full of resentment and madness, did not care about this loyal subordinate at all, and did not ask about his tragic death of his father. Her mind was full of ridiculous and incompetent resentment.
For her giving up the chance to stay in Hungry Hungry, for her father who died in the ice, for her trembling family. At this moment... Charles clenched his hands tightly, and suddenly felt that everything was so ridiculous.
"Electricity has returned to Hungry Hungry's territory, and Nasus' abilities can't be fully utilized under such bright lights." He tried his best to maintain his proper persona. "He felt that his mission was incomplete, so he stabbed Hungry Hungry's men and left Hungry Hungry on his own."
As he spoke, he displayed Ye Miaomiao's information on the light screen in front of Margaret.
Charles, filled with the last glimmer of hope, looked at Margaret's expression.
Those sky-blue eyes, unique to the most distinguished of surnames, instantly shrank to the size of a green bean. The once majestic lion was instantly seized by fear and fell from its pedestal. The majestic lion king became a trembling kitten, the slightest fright enough to send her crown plummeting and fleeing in panic.
"Electricity, impossible, she has electricity, impossible, impossible! It should have been me... Could it be that I was wrong? She knows, she must know! She is a devil, she is a monster, she wants revenge on me!"
Charles laughed bitterly. He was wrong, very wrong.
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"He doesn't really want to kill our lord, does he?" The new residents from Margaret created a new group, but at the moment, few people were talking in the group.
The reason is simple, they all regard E E E as their new home.
The old boss wanted to destroy his new home. Besides being angry, he was also a little worried - they were also from Margaret, what if they were implicated by these idiots...
The group of fellow villagers fell silent as well. It’s really nice here and no one wants to leave.
"We should do something." Someone suggested, and everyone agreed.
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