Chen Huijie, I am not a good person anymore!

"Tsk tsk, I'm notorious in Longmen, I have a bounty on my head in Casimir, and I'm wanted in Columbia. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive in Victoria anymore."

There was a lot of time left, and Roya was not in a hurry to head towards the Faustin. He had extra time to think about himself.

I came to this world inexplicably. Although I know that I have lived in Longmen for a period of time before and even died once, it still feels incredible.

"In a way, I am immortal. I can be resurrected after I die... but the location seems to be irregular, and I'm not sure if there is a limit on the number of times I can be resurrected. It's really a headache."

Death is not worth fearing, this has always been Luo Ya's thought, especially now that the countdown in his mind has been reminding him that this short life is coming to an end. After hearing it so many times, he really doesn't think there is anything to be afraid of.

After all, from another perspective, since you know when you will die, you know that you will never die before that time. Thinking this way, you will feel much better.

"There's less than half a year left. Why don't you ask Abrana for three months of leave and let Kal'tsit take Rosemary and Ravshine back to Babel first? I'll take Xiao Ke away."

Reaching out and touching the gun at his waist that had never been used, Luo Ya recalled the things that happened when he first met Xiao Ke. It was hard for him to let Xiao Ke live alone.

But there was no way Luo Ya would hand Xiao Ke over to Abrana. That guy couldn't even take care of herself and her own sister Lavishini, let alone Xiao Ke.

"If it doesn't work, let's ask Kelsey for help."

The appearance of Kal'tsit made Roya realize that he might have more secrets than he thought, but Kal'tsit couldn't tell him too many things, not even a euphemism, and said it was his power... Could he have such strong power?

Or is it that his power has yet to be developed?

Gently biting the instant noodle fork, Luo Ya had a new idea in his mind.

Chapter 61 The Bloody Beginning

Just as Roya had said in the code before, when the three hands of the clock overlapped at twelve o'clock, he also appeared in the field of vision of the Stanford. At this time, the Stanford had entered

"Report, we can see the enemy. There is only one off-road vehicle. We estimate that it will take five minutes to make contact. The Warlock Team has confirmed that there is only one person."

Roya's actions could be clearly seen from the Stanford's lookout. When they heard that only one person was reporting, everyone except the Duke of Stafford and Richard showed a hint of obvious surprise.

Before this, everyone thought that when Roya said he would attend the meeting alone, he meant that he would meet the Duke of Stafford alone, and he should at least bring a small team with him as a guard.

"You actually dare to come here alone."

"What on earth is he doing here?"

Listening to the whispers of the candidates for succession around him, the Duke of Stafford glanced at the box placed beside him.

"Now, put your previous answer to that question in here, and wait for the messenger to arrive and then the answer will be made public."

Perhaps with a bit of luck, or expectation and confidence, but everyone who put the note in the box was mostly timid. If the succession to the Grand Duke fell into the hands of their enemies, they might not even know how they died the next day.

Edward did not put in any answer. Everyone knew that he was not interested in fighting for power, and even if he guessed the answer, it would only throw out a wrong result.

There were a total of fifty guards belonging to the Duke of Stafford, thirty of whom were here. The aura of these battle-hardened soldiers made the atmosphere in the whole room particularly depressing, as if they were just about to put swords on the necks of these earls to stop them from moving.

"In fact, I have always known that some of you wish me dead, and some of you even contacted Duke Godottin behind my back. Don't you think so, Feiyas?"

"My Lord Duke, please listen to my explanation. I... uh..."

Without giving Feas any chance to explain, Richard drew his sword without hesitation and cut off his neck before he could react. This was the simplest and painless way to die, and it was his mercy to his third brother.

Not feeling the slightest bit ashamed for killing Edward's biological father, Richard tried not to look at Edward's shocked yet not surprised look.

Edward had known that this kind of thing would happen, but when that day really came, seeing his father lying on the ground bleeding, how could he not react?

"And you, my dear son Charles, have you seen off the Duke of Normandy's visitors?"

This time Charles didn't even have the chance to open his mouth before another guard's sword pierced his throat and killed him on the spot.

"Endel, Solia, have you sent away the gray hat in your mansion?"

Still without any chance to react, Stafford sent his second son and granddaughter away.

A strong smell of blood spread in the room, along with the spread of fear, but no one dared to resist or beg for mercy. They could only pray silently in their hearts that everything they did in secret would not be discovered, because resistance and begging for mercy were useless in front of the Duke of Stafford. Their weapons and spellcasting units had been confiscated before they came in. There was no room for resistance, let alone the idea of ​​resistance. The Duke of Stafford had a deep control over their hearts.

Even Richard, the captain of the Royal Guard, felt somewhat uncomfortable, because in terms of blood relationship, those who died could be said to be his brothers and nephews.

"That's about it. After all, we still have guests, four of us... Sigh, I hope you'll learn from this."

No one dared to be angry or speak. Everyone, including Edward, lowered their heads and remained silent until the guards outside pushed open the door.

"Your Excellency the Duke of Stafford, His Royal Highness Roya has arrived."

Luo Ya, who was standing next to the guards, looked very ordinary, a little dusty and didn't look like a noble at all. His youth was surprising, but the fierceness in his eyes made people feel unusual.

"Sir, please let us keep your weapons and spellcasting units for the time being."

"Ah."

Luo Ya's eyes swept over the bodies lying on the ground. He felt something was wrong but his expression remained unchanged. He did not reveal any thoughts in his eyes. He took off his gun and the Originium ring on his hand and handed them over.

"And this sword."

The guard looked at the sword on Luo Ya's waist, which looked extraordinary in appearance. His intuition honed over the years told him that this was not a simple item.

"This sword was given to the Duke of Stafford. Do you want it?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

He quickly lowered his head to show that he had no ulterior motives. The guard looked at the Duke of Stafford. The elderly man just waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then signaled Charles to bring a chair.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh. Please forgive me for my poor hospitality." Grand Duke Stafford summoned a few guards and said, "Deal with these bodies."

"It seems that I came at the wrong time and disturbed the Grand Duke from doing his household affairs."

Luo Ya did not hide anything. He just stepped over the corpses and bloodstains and sat on the expensive noble chair, becoming the focus of attention of dozens of people. This made him miss the time when he was first imprisoned, when hundreds of people were looking at him.

"No, no, I have always been looking forward to His Highness Roya's visit, but unfortunately I am old and seriously ill... Alas, I am sorry that I cannot get up to greet you."

"Putting aside my status in this matter, you are my elder. It is not reasonable for an elder to greet a younger person. Please lie down and rest."

The two men, who were showing enough politeness on the surface, cursed "old fox (little fox)" at the same time to show their respect. It was obvious that one of them wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkey and wanted to suppress the other one first, while the other calmly put himself in the position of the junior and made it seem as if Stafford was not hospitable enough and was disrespectful to the old man.

The smell of blood in the air lingered for a long time. The Duke of Stafford spoke first, and the guards moved closer to each other intentionally or unintentionally, vaguely surrounding Roya.

"I never thought that I could see the sword of the former King Gale here. It is truly an honor."

"It seems that Frans has done a very good job over the years. You have a deep understanding of the Deep Pool."

"Haha, but no one can compare to His Highness Roja. He has done so many things in less than a month since joining Deep Pool. First, he dug out our undercover agent, and then he tricked the Iron Duke, making him so angry that he drove a high-speed battleship towards us."

The Duke of Stafford couldn't help laughing, and then coughed a few times. His body had been in this state for some years, but he just couldn't die.

This was a threat. The Duke of Stafford knew that the Iron Duke Wellington would never allow anyone to betray him. Roya's behavior had angered the other party. What he meant by this was to imply that Roya now had only one choice with Shenchi.

"Alas, even at his age, he still can't change his hot temper. I heard that he was quite calm when he led his army to attack Gaul."

"After all, he is only a genius in war and a natural general. He is still a little lacking in politics. Does he need something to eat?"

The Duke of Stafford pointed to the exquisite cakes and snacks on the bedside table, and Roya waved gently.

"I ate half an hour ago. I usually don't like to eat while talking, and it's really uncomfortable to be stared at by so many people. I didn't expect you to only kill four."

"Oh, you are so impatient, can't you wait for such a short time?"

"You are the one. You haven't felt bored watching their performance for such a long time. I really admire your patience."

Roya and the Duke of Stanford smiled at each other. Edward looked at it all in confusion and bewilderment, not being able to figure out what was going on until he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and blood spurted out of his mouth. He looked at Richard standing behind him in disbelief.

"I told you, you'll never guess what he's here for."

At the same time as Richard took action, more than a dozen guards were pierced through the vitals. These injuries came from their compatriots who had once fought together. The rest of the Duke of Stafford's descendants were also killed in the room in less than a few seconds.

The blood stained the precious carpet red, stained the exquisitely decorated walls and valuable works of art, but it did not fall on the Duke of Stafford's white quilt or at Roya's feet.

For a moment, the whole room fell completely silent, and all the guards stood behind Roya, including Richard.

However, the Duke of Stafford still had a smile on his face, as if he was not the one who was betrayed, and as if those who died were only irrelevant strangers and not his descendants.

Chapter 62: Stafford's Heir

The warm blood gradually lost its temperature and original color. Roya glanced at Richard, and then continued to look at the Duke of Stafford.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Normally, when encountering such a thing, a normal person's first reaction would be surprise and fear, but Roya did not feel any related emotions from the Duke of Stafford. He could only say that he was worthy of being the Grand Duke, as he was so calm and composed.

"It's just another conspiracy though. How many times do you think I've been through this?"

Completely unconcerned about Richard's sinister expression, the Duke of Stafford leaned back on the bed with his eyes closed. The only thing that surprised him was Roya's decisiveness and ruthlessness. He was not even willing to delay for a moment, just like himself back then.

"I still remember when I was eight years old, my uncle invited my father to be his guest in order to inherit the position of the Grand Duke. He poisoned my father's wine, and my father bribed his butler to poison his favorite snacks.

"When I was twelve years old, I had the right to inherit this position. My uncle wanted to kill me and disguise it as an accident, but he didn't expect that a twelve-year-old child's attainments in Originium skills were higher than his forty-year-old self.

"When I was seventeen I became Grand Duke, and I invited all my friends and family, and there was as much wine as blood spilled at the dinner.

"Power always comes with conspiracy. You'll get used to it if you stay in this position for a long time."

As a grand duke, his mentality and knowledge have already surpassed ordinary people. Luo Ya couldn't help but applaud him.

"There is an old saying in Da Yan that the most ruthless are the imperial families. Although it is not meant to describe this, the literal meaning is quite appropriate."

"I am only the Grand Duke, and I dare not call myself the King of Victoria."

This was not a humble attitude, but rather a disdain and contempt, which was not surprising to Roya, who knew Victorian history.

"King, Victoria hanged her own king, but her people still don't realize that the so-called aristocratic bloodline and royal bloodline are just an excuse for ruling. But... never mind. After all, this is an era where people can still starve to death."

Roya waved his hand casually. He and the Duke of Stafford seemed to be just chatting. Richard and others behind him didn't quite understand what he was saying. They just thought it seemed very impressive and were not dissatisfied with Roya's behavior of delaying time.

At this moment, the personnel they had deployed to various places during this period were taking command of the warships.

"But some people are just stupid and need to be taught what to do, right Richard?"

"Don't call me that name, you don't deserve it!"

Richard pointed his sword at the Duke of Stafford, and the blood on it splashed on his pillow and face, and Richard was furious.

"You deceived my mother and caused her to suffer from rumors and discrimination all her life. She died in bed just because of the flu, and you don't even remember her name. I wish I could kill you right now!"

Faced with Richard's anger, the Duke of Stafford didn't even wipe the blood off his face, but looked at Roya.

"This is the person you chose to replace me?"

"Alas." Luo Ya did not answer the question directly. "It's a headache, but it's your own fault after all."

He took the King Sword given to him by Abrana and drew it out. Looking at the almost transparent red blade that seemed to become even redder and hotter because of the blood in the air, Roya blew gently.

"You have used conspiracy and force to suppress your sons and grandsons for decades, planting the seeds of fear in their hearts, so that no matter how much they covet your power and status, they dare not resist you, and they dare not even have the slightest dissatisfaction. This is also a kind of skill.

“However, such blind suppression and conspiracy will eventually hit rock bottom. When the people around you are too afraid of you, they will not help you when you are in danger, and they will even want to get rid of you if they get the slightest chance.

"But you are a duke who grew up in the struggle of conspiracy and power. I need to be careful. So in the first telegram, I said that I would cooperate with you, but I didn't say that I would cooperate with the Grand Duke."

This was a big gamble, and it seemed that Roya had already won it. He played with the sword in his hand, not in a hurry to take back his gun and the ring for performing Originium skills from the guards.

"To be honest, I was really surprised after I learned your intelligence. Tsk tsk, you raised your sons and grandsons to be more obedient than dogs. This gave up my original idea of ​​cooperating with you. I planned to find a more reliable ally instead. Someone just happened to tell me that all your heirs are on this high-speed battleship."

A telegram from Tara's messenger. The Duke's heirs could not help but be curious about the content inside. Naturally, they would also get Roya's code. If someone really wanted to do something, they would definitely contact him.

"It's a pity that my brothers and nephews are all useless. No one has thought of this. Fox, who is responsible for sending the telegram, is also my man."

Richard hated the Duke of Stafford, of course, because his past misery was all caused by his biological father. His childhood was full of discrimination, and his mother died of illness in bed. These were all hatred. Moreover, his identity as an illegitimate child was not a secret in the eyes of many people, so people gossiped about him behind his back. What was Stafford's attitude towards this illegitimate child? Every time he heard him talk about his commoner blood, Richard could only grit his teeth and nod his head.

Now that he can finally settle accounts with this old man, how could he not be happy?

"I thought you wouldn't kill Edward. After all, he was so nice to you."

"If you are not ruthless, how can you keep your position?"

"He's not a smart successor."

The Duke of Stafford shook his head with a look of disappointment, but surprisingly, Roya nodded calmly.

"Not very smart indeed."

The bluntness from his partner made Richard's already irritable mood even more irritable, but Roya's next words made him stunned.

"How can a guy who chooses to bet on both sides be credible, don't you think so, Mr. Gray Hat?" Roya looked up at the gray hat hiding in the shadows with a slightly surprised expression, "It's you, Naris."

The man in the gray hat hiding here was Naris who had been captured by Roya before. He was not discovered by others because of Richard's acquiescence and help. The Duke of Caster was also another partner of Richard, at least he thought so.

"Mr. Roya, I come here with the sincerity of the Duke of Caister."

Without any hesitation, Naris knelt on one knee to show his respect to Roya, and Richard's face became a little tense.