203 203 Ch. 61. It means blood (3) (1/2)

In fact, it was close to natural that the descendants of the pre-eminent did not forget Muhammad.

No matter how much time they believed in the rings and not the heart, the karma and salt that their forefathers had accomplished was great, and they could not easily abandon the power of the rings.

In fact, the descendants of the Dothrmund family and the knights of the spear have preserved the [poem of the opening wall] as it is circular.

Though the inheritance and salt contained in it may not have reached it in the past.

It was not unusual for the blood of Sassam Burgundy to remember the karma and salt of my ancestor, [Foresight].

The problem was the qualities of a moron who roars like a madman before his eyes.

Transcription is a non-journalist failure, and it is a law that is not preached from the beginning to those who do not have a vessel to handle.

That was the case with the Three Princes.

He didn't have a vessel to handle the transfer. It was only disastrous.

However, I took out a part of the message, just like the fool I wanted to see in front of me.

The battle that he fought for must have been the battle of [myth].

I had to struggle with the terrible pain of my spirit scattering just by pulling out some of the messages that I couldn't handle. He was so fine.

It meant that someone from Burgundy's bloodline excerpted some of the [myths] from the line that he could handle.

And that someone was from Emperor Philly.

I have focused my entire spirit on identifying the Emperor's intentions.

Whenever I thought about the Emperor, I stumbled into the darkness and found my way, but fortunately not this time.

The energy of the poem that the Three Princes howled around without knowing anything.

I turned the Mana and drew its energy around me.

In my head, I can't help but chew on Burgundy's fuzziness.

”There are many kings in the world, but there is only one real king in Burgundy.

The verses of poetry sing the only king in the world, but I didn't really feel the great aspiration and ambition in them.

It was only praise and worship that was blind to Burgundy.

I felt like I had one back.

The essence of poetry was so incompatible with the prince of a country.

It would have been better if it had been a hymn offered by slaves to their masters.

Let's find something similar.

Yes. This is exactly the poem Adelia Bavaria gave me.

[Poetry of Example]

The verses were different, but the essence seemed to be stuck in the plate.

Praise be to the master of slavery.

A song that is more like a vow than a mouthful.

Oath of Sinus.

I looked at him again.

The prince of an arrogant and self-respecting empire.

A humble slave who praises his master's greatness.

From time to time, two completely different identities that could never have been one crossed.

I was staring at him with a blunt vision, and I thought about going through my head.

If I had been a normal human being, I wouldn't have dared to imagine.

But I don't think I was a normal human being either.

One hypothesis that is so terrible just to think about.

Maybe the emperor has it. The successors are just vessels of power.

As if I were taking over this body and behaving like a human being.

My whole body is creepy.

I spoke ill of it myself.

Guess what. It's a ridiculous elixir. Countless times.

But my insight and my senses as a ruler have been constantly whispering to me for many years.

It's an age where you can't carry carpets, so think of the person who climbed up high and looked down at the world.

Isn't it strange to have a temper that resembles the ancestors of the Burgundians?

The image of the Emperor that I saw myself kept provoking my imagination.

The proclamation of the Five Princes, which I heard recently, was added.

Non-human, reverse cloth.

Everything was pointing to one common truth.

“That would have been the answer by now. ”

So I became convinced when the Three Princes finally saw me and urged the conclusion of the previous negotiations.

I did not know if the Emperor really regarded my blood as a mere vessel, but it was at least as clear as having the means to hand over the family's inheritance and power, regardless of who took over the throne.

Therefore, the stupidest and greediest prince has shown an attitude that it does not matter if he ascends to the throne.

No matter who ascended the throne, nothing would have changed.

“When the Gear sees the end of my patience, will my intuition be released! How long are you going to hold this position? ”

The Three Princes once again urged me to conclude the previous negotiations.

I looked at him quietly instead of answering.

Knock, knock.

He knocked on the table with his finger and pondered over the treatment of the three princes.

Whether to empower the Three Princes as planned.

Or we'll have to cut off his life here to stop the Emperor.

It seems that the murders have flowed unnoticed while I was pondering.

Quajic.

The flags of both sides, which were stretched out in the windless terrain, swelled up as if they were bursting.

“Take your chances! We're talking about peace! ”

The Knights of Burgundy, who were in an unusual mood, raised their hands to the sword and cried out to me.

“How dare you put your hand on the sword in front of anyone! ”

The lone cavalry commanders and spearheaders growl at the knights of the Empire.

“Didn't your prince spill his life first! ”

“You just looked back! Don't force it! ”

The tall one came and went.

Grab it!

Knights of both sides simultaneously pulled out swords and spears and pointed at each other.

The peace talks no longer existed.

The conference hall is now a place where the bloody wind is not strange at any time.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

The Paladins of the Empire pulled out the Yoransre Sword.

The nobles of the kingdom energized the sword without supporting it.

Murder and hostility have fluctuated everywhere.