Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

With the strong physique of the Terrans, if he could get timely treatment, he might still be saved.

But the threat of death came not from the injuries, but from the former leader before them, a powerful leader who was cold-blooded and ruthless, a leader who had been betrayed by them.

Those who dare to betray their leader often end up in a miserable situation.

As soon as the orange flame of the lighter appeared, it was immediately replaced by a purple flame.

The luxury of having one last bite was also taken away.

The thief did not give up and tried to use the lighter again.

This time, even the metal lighter emitted purple flames. The thief was burned and the lighter in his hand fell out, hitting the ground with purple flames slowly rising from it.

"why?"

Abrana withdrew her gaze from a distance and asked casually.

The Battle of Londinium is over, and the Duke of Cavendish's soldiers have laid down their weapons...or rather, they have given up resistance, as they no longer have any weapons in their hands.

Any weapon that dares to be raised in front of Her Majesty the Queen will be transformed into high-temperature fuel under the sun-like flames and high temperatures.

As powerful as the Draco ancestor recorded in ancient texts.

Ancestor Drake?

No, it even far surpassed that. The power and control of that kind of fire could no longer be described by Originium skills or spells.

It was as if as long as her despicable sister didn't want to, nothing in this world could appear under her blazing flames, and anything that dared to disobey her would be burned to ashes.

"why?"

The thief repeated Abbrana's words.

He knew that His Highness Drake was asking them why they betrayed him.

How should he, a guy who had never been to school and couldn't even write, answer such a profound question?

When he was very young, his mother took him to live near the Hill County by stealing wallets. Sometimes his mother would compete with wild dogs for the rotten fruits thrown away by Victorians.

His mother is so powerful. She can always grab the fruit. Not only can she beat the group of wild dogs, but she can also beat other people who come to grab the rotten fruit.

Why do you want to do this or that? What big things do you want to do in the future?

How the hell does he know such a stupid question?

Because you want to betray, so you betray? Just like the countless times you betrayed your fellow Tara people just to survive?

No, no…it’s not like that.

At least, not this time.

The thief raised his hand in the air and gestured. He was extremely short of words and his brain was actually empty, so he didn't know what to say.

Finally, he seemed to have caught something, and a light seemed to flash in his brain.

“Because it feels right!”

The thief's tone sounded a little excited.

"It's that feeling, you know that feeling?"

He seemed to describe that feeling to Abrana, and said with some gesticulation: "It's probably that very powerful feeling."

His tone was full of smugness, "Just like when my mom took me to the Norbert District to rob the rotten fruits thrown away by the vendors, and when she took me to the steam train to steal wallets! As soon as my mom walked up to me, I saw her aura, and I knew I wouldn't go hungry tonight, and I might even make a fortune!"

Abrana looked at him in silence.

"Yeah, damn, that's the feeling! He looks really awesome and special at first glance!"

The thief sighed and said:

"That's how I felt in that crappy court in Little Hill County. Whenever Her Majesty the Queen spoke, I felt that she was a very powerful person, more powerful than my damn mother who died too early and forced me to find a way to make a living!"

“Does my sister give more speeches than I do?”

"Uh~ Your Highness, to be honest, I don't know what you are trying to say to us. Every time you stand up and talk to us, I feel very uncomfortable down there.

Just like the students in Victoria College, the school leaders were giving speeches while the students were sitting down there in agony, and when the speech was over, the cheers and applause were the most enthusiastic.

Abrana looked at the thief coldly in silence.

The thief who was the leader of the Deep Pool seemed to be in a state of excitement, and he was still gesticulating and talking:

"Her Majesty the Queen shouldn't be the same! Even if she doesn't speak, but just stands there in silence, she gives people a very powerful feeling. At first glance, she is going to do something earth-shattering, and she is someone who can accomplish it! There is a future to follow her, and you can live a life like the Victorians! Even better than those Victorians!"

The thief met Abrana's gaze and nodded firmly at her with certainty.

115 Ablana, 'Abandoned by Friends'

There was a brief silence in the attic.

The thief spoke too excitedly and pulled his wound, causing his face and muscles to become distorted and distorted in pain.

He coughed violently and gasped for air.

“Ahem… Ha-ah!”

All sounds suddenly stopped.

The pain was so severe that he couldn't even speak, and could only open his mouth silently.

The arrow that had pierced his left shoulder was jerked out.

Purple flames emerged at the wound, and they burned even earlier than the arrowhead was melted by the flames and pulled out, so the blood had no chance to gush out of the wound.

It's like using a red-hot iron to stop bleeding.

But it is more refined, so refined that the flame only irons the blood vessels and prevents heavy bleeding.

A craftsmanship of the utmost sophistication.

A truly powerful warlock is often also a powerful healer, right?

The medical department is not only good at fighting, but also can cure diseases and save lives.

Abrana did not kill Rogue, the traitor who betrayed her.

"I will show you that Ravshine is not as powerful as you believe. She is still the fool who doesn't know what to do."

She looked at the unconscious thief and said coldly.

She turned and left, planning to stay quiet for a while, then find a Victorian noble and make a comeback through those stupid nobles.

Victoria's power will fall into her hands.

Why do you want it so much?

No reason.

Just think about it.

Perhaps, Drake is just so obsessed with power.

Just like the Drakes all like glittering gold and gems, especially the finest rubies.

When that time comes, she will show her sister and the people of Tara who is truly worthy of leading Victoria.

Abrana walked in the rain for a while, not knowing where she was going. Mandra took some of the people, the bandits took some, and Ahmoni took the rest.

Now no one supports her.

They are all damn traitors!

Damn it, damn it, damn it... The next time they meet, she will turn them all into ghosts.

Abrana continued to walk through the alley in the rain, planning to find a place to hide temporarily, and then find a way to leave Londinium, or even go to Victoria temporarily.

The aggressive and vicious Draco cannot tolerate threatening blood relatives.

Countless bloody facts are recorded in historical documents.

If Draco hadn't been a good fighter, Aslan's lions wouldn't have had a chance of settling in Victoria.

Abrana thought the reeds would grab her.

Even if Weicao didn't kill her, she would lock her up and keep her under strict watch.

Abrana guessed correctly.

Wei Cao does feel that her sister is very dangerous now, but not in the sense that she threatens her position. Instead, she feels that her sister's way of doing things will only bring endless trouble to Victoria.

Just now, after Abbrana wanted to burn all the "troublemakers" on the street, Weicao was determined to capture her sister and keep her under guard.

I decided not to let my sister continue to act recklessly.

Reed wants to capture Abrana and bring her to the palace, where she can watch over her personally to prevent Abrana from continuing to cause chaos in Victoria.

She also needs to ask her sister for advice on how to deal with the dukes and nobles of Victoria, as her sister is an expert in this area.

Weicao thought that Abrana would tell her, especially if she could catch her sister, her sister would definitely tell her.

At that time they would be a group, temporarily a group, and their enemies would be the Duke, the nobles, and the members of Parliament of Victoria.

If her sister was allowed to run away, she would keep trying to unite those dukes, nobles, and congressmen, and continue to cause trouble for her and Victoria until she seized the highest power.

The books I read at home before all recorded the Drake family history in that way.

"Hmm~ Lavshini Yatrias Gale Victoria?"

Abrana snorted softly in anger.

Their family isn't called that!

Even the relationship with Atrias and King Gale is the most distant of the distant relatives. If it weren't for that, not only them, but even their parents would not have been alive when they gave birth to them.

The fool who even remembered her own family tree wrong became Queen Victoria.

It's really infuriating.

Abrana began to feel that her sister had taken away everything that belonged to her.

Mandela, Ahmoni and the Deep Pool she founded who supported her, the Duke of Wellington and the nobles who supported her... those people should have supported her!

That despicable and shameless guy, Ravshini, had been pretending to be harmless, quietly plotting and robbing her of everything that should have belonged to her.

The response to Abrana's anger was rain all over the sky.

The heavy rain soaked her.

She was holding a spear but had no umbrella, so the rain poured down heavily on her.

Her beautiful long, silky hair was soaked, sticky into wisps, hanging heavily behind her.

He looked extremely embarrassed.

It's like being deserted by everyone.

Even her sister wanted to arrest her and keep her under guard.

To make matters worse, there are people who continue to make things difficult for her.

Countless people.

The fighting at the north gate of Londinium was over.

Under the leadership of Her Majesty the Queen, who was extremely powerful, there was no need to even dispatch the Steam Knights. The moment Her Majesty the Queen arrived at the center of the battlefield, a war that would have caused countless losses ended ahead of schedule.

The Duke of Cavendish was captured alive by his subordinates who had "reawakened", and the other soldiers also laid down their weapons. The Duke of Cavendish and his confidants were taken to the prison for custody, and later sent to the court for trial. The "deceived" soldiers were pardoned by Her Majesty the Queen.

The city defense troops and the Duke of Wellington's private soldiers, who had been fighting to the death the moment before, now brought out their drinks and drank with the Duke of Cavendish's soldiers outside the city.

There were even some daring businessmen who thought there was business to be done and they could make a small fortune tonight, so they drove a small truck loaded with food and drinks out of the city.

The bold and prepared merchants did make money. Her Majesty the Queen bought all the goods shipped out of the city and planned to hold a simple dinner after the coronation ceremony in the wilderness.

We also celebrate that Victoria has finally regained her composure and emerged from the haze.

Everyone has something to do and something to earn tonight.

Everything is moving in the direction of beauty.

As a result, the city erupted in shouts:

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen!!"