A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Long Aotian wouldn't give this guy any more time to whine. He immediately conjured a blood sword in his hand, lunged forward, and took advantage of the fact that the guy's sword was pinned to the ground and he couldn't defend himself. He then thrust the sword into the guy's vital point.

"Clang!"

However, a black mist suddenly emerged from Duke Timius's body, and then condensed into what looked like an arm wielding a sharp blade, wielding a blade made of black mist that directly blocked Long Aotian's attack.

Damn it...

Long Aotian's eyes narrowed slightly. There had already been a king who was this kind of monster, and now Duke Timius was the same. He wasn't thinking about how to solve the current situation, but rather... just how many of the high-ranking officials and ministers in this country were this kind of monster?

"However, it seems this body is already too old. I originally planned to wait a few more years until the title was passed to you and you left behind an heir, my son. But since you already know this in advance, there's nothing I can do about it."

Duke Timius completely ignored Long Aotian's attack, instead shaking his head indifferently at Isaac, as if lamenting that things hadn't gone according to plan.

Immediately, another arm made of black mist extended from his body, grabbing Isaac without any hindrance, lifting him into the air, and moving him in front of him.

Isaac appeared slightly flustered, but forced himself to calm down. He immediately stopped the Lannisters who wanted to charge forward regardless of the disparity in strength, and then turned his gaze to Duke Timius, "What...do you mean by that?"

Although Isaac asked this question, combined with the information subtly revealed in Duke Timius's words and his long-standing doubts, a very bizarre conjecture emerged in his mind.

"No, no, no, Isaac, you know you've been investigating in secret all along, haven't you? I was actually waiting for the day you discovered the truth and confronted me in person."

Duke Timius spoke to Isaac as if no one else was around. It was clear that this was his most favored offspring, and he was even willing to talk so much nonsense to him before taking over his body, wanting him to die knowing why.

"you?!"

Isaac's pupils constricted sharply as he stared in disbelief at his father. His appearance seemed to instantly overlap with that of his grandfather from his childhood memories. Could it be...?

But what Duke Timius said next was even more bizarre than he had guessed. He said, "In that case, I will tell you frankly that I am the first head of the Timius family, that is, your ancestor, and that buying this will make me yours."

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared behind Duke Timius. "Hey, you can't focus on other things while you're fighting."

Duke Timius's eyes widened—impossible! Who was it? He hadn't sensed anyone approaching from behind him at all! His sinister presence couldn't have come without warning!

Countless evil spirits suddenly surged out, seemingly trying to protect his body, but it was too late; a cold glint flashed by.

"So you really enjoy chopping people's heads, huh? Come on, translate for me, what the hell is a surprise?!"

As Zhou Ke'er spoke, Duke Timius's fine head flew into the air and slammed heavily against the wall. Blood gushed out several meters high from his neck, splattering all over the ceiling.

"Miss Memoride?!"

Elon's eyes widened suddenly when he saw Zhou Ke'er, whom he thought was dead, suddenly appear in front of him. It was as if he was hallucinating and dreaming, and he couldn't help but shout out.

"It's just a little smokescreen, everyone don't need to worry."

Zhou Ke'er winked playfully at the group, then snapped her fingers. Zhou Ke'er's headless corpse and her perfectly healthy head, which were lying on the ground, turned into a cloud of black mist and shrank back into her body.

"call out!"

A gust of wind came, and Zhou Ke'er lightly touched the ground with her toes, taking a step back to dodge the attack from Duke Timius's headless corpse.

Duke Timius's head floated in mid-air, eyes wide, face contorted in a grotesque grimace: "Damn it, you managed to fool me from the very beginning!... But even so, it's useless! I'm not like that fool you just killed; I can..."

Before the other party could react, fearing an immediate attack, Long Aotian used his own blood to create a blood shield that enveloped everyone, capable of negating a very powerful attack.

However, Duke Timius's voice then faded into the distance: "I can run away! Hahahaha!"

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580. You dare call yourself an evil spirit?

"?!"

Duke Timius's words were so impactful that everyone was stunned for a moment. By the time Long Aotian reacted and quickly removed the blood barrier, all they could see was a fine head flying rapidly away in the sky outside the window, soon disappearing from their sight.

Even Zhou Ke'er was speechless with astonishment—there are such shameless evil spirits? Is it because it has been pretending to be human and imitating humans for too long that it has developed human-like emotions and behavioral patterns? It is truly beyond Zhou Ke'er's expectations that there would be such a despicable evil spirit that runs away.

However, this might simply be because it wasn't as strong as the octopus monster disguised as a king. Having been human for so long, our behavior patterns have shifted from following instincts to being influenced by some rational considerations—can that still be considered supernatural?

Even so, Long Aotian breathed a sigh of relief—don't be fooled by how that guy seemed to be fleeing in panic just now. If they really fought, who knows what the outcome would be? At the very least, it would be virtually impossible to protect the Lannisters and Isaac, who have little fighting ability.

Now that this guy has escaped, although it has indeed left behind a rather serious future problem, at least we are safe for a period of time now.

Just then, Zhou Ke'er suddenly asked, "Does His Majesty the King have any children? I mean... a crown prince who can inherit the throne."

Isaac slowly stood up from the ground, took a slight breath, and then replied, "Indeed, there is..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure flashed past him. Elon, disregarding whether anyone was speaking, rushed forward and hugged Zhou Ke'er tightly. "I almost thought... I almost thought you were going to leave me!"

Zhou Ke'er was taken aback, then helplessly curled the corners of her mouth and gently patted Elon's head: "Okay, okay, I'm fine, sweetie."

I have a feeling that Zhou Ke'er has twisted this guy's character in a strange way.

Long Aotian immediately stepped forward, curled his lip, and with a slightly displeased expression, pushed Elon aside. "Stop! Have some dignity as a grown man, you bastard! Are you a little baby seeking comfort from your mother?!"

Zhou Ke'er shrugged. It seems that being too charming can also be a problem.

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As dusk fell, the palace's meeting hall remained brightly lit.

Thanks to the decent defensive line built around the palace, this area is now considered safe.

As for the magic array that continuously releases malevolent energy, Zhou Ke'er hasn't yet figured out a way to dispel it. However, it took him about half an afternoon to barely manage to extract and absorb the malevolent energy mixed in with the air. Although it didn't solve the root cause, it at least ensured that there wouldn't be any major problems caused by the magic array for the next ten days to two weeks.

Meanwhile, the surviving ministers and the crown prince, who had been carried up by Zhou Ke'er and others, gathered here to discuss how to overcome their current predicament.

Hmm... it's less of a "discussion" and more of a "coup" or "power grab."

Look at the current situation: the king is dead; Grand Master Edwards of the Knights is seriously injured and still receiving treatment; the royal guards are under Long Aotian's control; the current hero is still on the front lines, probably unaware of what's happening in the capital; and the church, which was originally the most likely candidate for a coup, is now preoccupied with its own problems due to the bishop's madness, while Elon, one of the most likely candidates to succeed him, is now on Zhou Ke'er's side...

Good heavens, with such an advantageous situation, if they still want to hand over power to these guys who don't understand the situation at all, they might as well just be kept by Mo Bugui.

Under normal circumstances, seizing power would not be so easy, but now is a golden opportunity. As for the crown prince?

Zhou Ke'er stood behind the Crown Prince, patted his shoulder, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "You'll listen to us, right?"