Ark, they don't revolve around you

Could this be...

The guard opened the gift box very considerately and carefully, fearing that the contents would be damaged.

Vina just felt a pain in her chest.

Inside the box, there was a human head, and the wound on its face was hideous and terrifying!

"you……"

"The devil asked me to speak to you," the guard whispered in a dreamy voice, "Indra died because of you."

"This is your fault, my dear lord."

Chapter 3: The Race

"It's all your fault, my dear lord."

Vina's eyes seemed frozen, completely dazed.

After seeing the death of Horn, she only cried because of Zhuang Ning's change, but she was never afraid.

After all, it was a battlefield.

But what did this mean? This was a tragedy she had never encountered.

That man actually killed Indra? !

Vina bit her lip and looked at the guard who was controlled by the spell. The guard in red still had a peaceful smile on his face. In the eyes of the queen, he seemed to be looking down on her.

"Doctor... Master!" She suppressed her trembling. "What does this mean?"

The guard didn't speak. He was just a mouthpiece, a puppet, a fool whose mind was temporarily bewitched.

But Vina couldn't suppress her violence and drew her sword. The gem on the sword was shining. It was not the national sword of the kings' breath, but an item used in rituals, but it was just as sharp.

The guard's eyes suddenly became clear, without the turbidity of being possessed.

The spell on him collapsed in an instant. Seeing that his king was about to kill him, his face turned pale and he knelt down, unaware of what was happening.

Vina's reason had been worn away, her eyes were red, she was burning with rage, the tip of her sword dragged on the ground, sparking sparks, just like when she was holding the war hammer in Rhodes Island.

"Calm down, Vina!" Morgan shouted angrily, and hurried forward to hold Vina's hand. "Your Majesty, calm down!"

"Indra is dead." Veena turned her head and said coldly.

"I know, but you can't do it, Your Majesty!" Morgan begged, "He knows nothing."

He doesn't know anything...

Vina woke up as if from a dream, the strength in her hands weakened, the hilt of the sword slipped from her fingertips and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

She looked at the guard's face, which was not tearful or dull, like a Minoan statue. After a few seconds, she waved her hand weakly: "Yes, it has nothing to do with you."

"Go to the Academy of Sciences to get a test to eliminate the contamination of the curse."

The guard who delivered the message bowed his head in thanks, but not daring to lose his composure, he stood up, shuddered, and left the hall without looking back.

Vina was left lying on the marble floor, looking up to see the magnificent dome.

"Morgan, why did Indra die?"

"Because she's stupid, right? Idiots don't think about anything and will just run around when they see the doctor." Morgan's tone was gentle, like a teacher comforting a child.

Even though her eyelids were warm, she still spoke ill of Indra as before: "She never used her brain, so you let her be your knight."

"Doctor, do you know her character?"

"Yes."

"The Doctor...doesn't like fools."

"……yes."

"He is really our enemy and is determined to kill us." Vina bit her lip, lowered her head, and felt lost and empty.

"Morgan, he said I still look like an emperor, but...but, but maybe I'm not suitable?"

He held Vina's shoulders with both hands, and his deep roar hit Vina's ears like a bell: "No!"

"You are right, Your Majesty. You will always be the natural king and our leader!"

"You won't be lost, Vina. Leave everything to us, to... Glasgow." Morgan lowered his head. "Soon, the nightmare will be over."

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It was a dense forest, so thick that it reached up to the sky.

The sign of whether a place is often visited by natural disasters is whether the trees are tall and strong. The dense forests in this place show that they are lush and fertile.

The stream flows gently, and there is an opened route in the forest. From afar, you can vaguely see a luxurious manor on a small mobile vehicle.

That was the home of the nobles, and the forest was also within the territory of the manor. Victorian nobles especially liked to build manors in the countryside, and they often invited their guests to hunt together.

The forest was dense and thick. Zhuang Ning was quiet for a while, then raised his crossbow and aimed at a reindeer licking water by the stream.

It was a half-grown fawn with beautifully forked antlers.

It is unaware of danger, is at ease and lives in harmony with nature.

It's just like the kingdoms of Terra... Zhuang Ning thought, his fingertips slightly bent, ready to pull the trigger of the crossbow -

In one day, he killed two of his own operators, but his heart was still as calm as water, and he even had a leisurely mood to hunt.

"Wait, that man over there, you can't hunt here!"

The slightly unfamiliar Victorian language suddenly came, breaking Zhuang Ning's thoughts.

He was slightly surprised and moved closer to the source of the sound. The one who made the sound was actually a Yan Country Film Girl, about 20 years old. She blew a whistle and warned sternly: "This is private territory!"

Zhuang Ning did not put down the crossbow and stared at her.

The girl pulled her black hat and black scarf, looking at Zhuang Ning face to face without fear.

"Are you the ranger here?"

Most of the nobles' territories have forest rangers. The forests are their assets, and the untouchables have no right to trample on any grass or tree in them.

"I'm just a temporary forest ranger!" The girl coughed, and Zhuang Ning saw a hint of embarrassment on her face. "My name is Ling Lingliu, and I can't allow you to hunt privately. Poachers can be sentenced to death. I'm doing this for your sake!"

"Ling Ling Mio... nice name, nice hat too."

"Thank you, but I won't accept bribes."

"I didn't mean to bribe you." Zhuang Ning put down his crossbow and shrugged. "Have you ever thought of the possibility that I have a relationship with the owner of the manor and that I came here at his invitation?"

"That's impossible." Ling Lingliu's eyes were sharp. "The owner of this manor is not here, and I haven't heard of inviting guests. Besides, the nobles of Victoria are just as particular about pomp and circumstance as the officials of Yan Country. Your clothes are a little... dirty."

"You might as well be more clear. I haven't changed it in a few days."

Zhuang Ning smiled, "So, how do you know the owner of this manor?"

"I'm a traveler. I passed by this manor before and was invited by the butler. The butler told me that the owner had never returned to the manor." Ling Lingliu raised her eyes and observed Zhuang Ning carefully. She was indeed a perceptive girl, and she was a traveler as she said: "This manor is very strange. They are very kind to outsiders like me, but I'm not sure how they will treat poachers."

"So, you want me to go with you?"

Ling Lingmiao nodded: "It's just a small favor. I can help you once. No need to thank me."

Zhuang Ning still nodded: "Thank you."

But he didn't move, his eyes still fixed on the deer.

"Don't you listen to me?" Ling Lingliu was not happy.

"But classmate Xiao Ling, I'm not afraid. I have the confidence to hunt here."

Zhuang Ning pointed at the deer. The deer had almost drunk enough water and was about to leave.

Ling Lingliu didn't say much, just stood there with a helpless look on her face.

"Xiao Ling, your family is well-off. Why don't you stay in Yan and come to Victoria instead?"

"I like it, don't you?"

"You have courage." Zhuang Ning applauded.

Ling Lingmiao kept smiling, but she was complaining madly in her heart.

But Zhuang Ning sighed: "I suggest you go back to Yan first. You also know that the situation in Victoria is not right."

"The situation is not right, because of the trial?" Ling Lingliu smiled, "I'm not afraid."

"Are you not afraid of the trial?"

"Why should I be afraid? I can't hide." Ling Lingliu pouted, "I promised my family that I would go around Terra. If I go back first, I will lose face."

“Is face important?”

"Very important." Ling Lingliu had switched back to Yan Guoyu at some point.

Zhuang Ning smiled, neither refuted nor pulled the trigger.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Ling Lingliu hesitated whether she should provide cover for this person.

She had a bit of a vicious personality, but she was well aware of the character of Victorian aristocrats and could not bear to see the tragedy.

But before she could hesitate any longer, several servants armed with weapons appeared from the shadows with alert expressions.

Too fast? Ling Ling Mio was startled.

Two cats rushed out of the crowd, came to her feet, and rubbed against their owner.

She realized the reason and it was her own cat that brought the people from the manor.

"Best, Rosa...you really are..." She called the cat's name, feeling a little angry, but also thinking that the cat was right. In the end, she could only stand up and try to use her excellent eloquence to exchange for the manor owner's tolerance towards the poachers.

"No need, Miss Ling, we all understand." The butler, who was dressed in formal attire, sighed and walked straight towards Zhuang Ning.

With everyone witnessing, he skillfully placed his hand on his chest and bowed: "Welcome, sir."

"Sir... this is new. It's the first time someone calls me that."

Zhuang Ning, who was treated politely by the housekeeper, smiled and said, "It's been two years, and you still remember me."

"It is natural for a butler to remember the master's face, let alone you, my master."

Ling Lingliu opened her mouth slightly, and it took her a few seconds to react, and she was horrified: "So, you are the owner of this manor?!"

"Two years ago, I personally executed the previous owner of this manor, and then the Queen gave this manor to me." Zhuang Ning took off his non-existent hat and bowed. "Nice to meet you, Miss Ling. I am the owner of this manor."

"Are you pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?!"

"Didn't I say it at the beginning? I know the owner of this manor." Zhuang Ning shrugged.

Their noisy behavior finally scared the deer below, which ran away.

"Sir, you are not going hunting now?" Ling Lingliu said cautiously.

"You're not going to stop me?" Zhuang Ning had a bad intention.

I can’t stop it either… Ling Lingliu complained in her heart.

Zhuang Ning did not move, but looked at the back of the running deer, watching it run with a nimble posture.

"Please keep this crossbow for me." He threw the crossbow to the butler and instructed, "Prepare a gentleman's suit for me. I will be meeting the Queen later, so please don't be disrespectful."

"As for this lady, please treat her well." Zhuang Ning turned his head and said, "Miss Ling, have a good rest."

After he said that, he walked towards the manor in a dashing manner. This was his first visit in two years.

Behind him, Ling Lingliu shouted, "Sir!"

"You can call me Doctor." Zhuang Ning turned his head. "Any questions, ma'am?"

"You just let the deer go?"

Zhuang Ning smiled slightly: "The deer can't escape. It's in my forest. I can hunt it anytime."

"This is the true meaning of chasing a deer." His eyes were full of kindness as he whispered softly, "So, let the deer run."

“If the prey doesn’t struggle, the hunter won’t feel a sense of accomplishment.”

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