Volume 3: The Secret of the Door Chapter 95: The Wrath of the Dragon!

Hudir, riding in the carriage, had a gloomy look on his face.

Faport's new court official could sense the King's anger.

After all, a brand new fleet was destroyed by a sudden storm before it could actually "leave the Port of Marne". No one could bear it.

If it were under normal circumstances, Hudir would have comforted her carefully.

Then?

Naturally, it was just a few quiet gossips.

Make some political enemy unlucky.

But this time it's different.

His nephew Shaggy was on board.

As a group of people fell into the sea and disappeared, Xia Qi, who was able to come back alive, became a little conspicuous. Even though Xia Qi brought back the flagship - this was an achievement to some extent. After all, Xia Qi and the other sixty-six people could really make up for their mistake by bringing back the flagship in such a big storm.

But, Mond Dortmund is dead.

The confidant secretly cultivated by Fapol VII died.

This turns merit into sin.

Hu Dier rubbed his temple, thinking about how to save his nephew's life.

After much thought, there is no good solution.

Finally, Hudir gritted his teeth.

He decided to take a chance.

He wanted to find a scapegoat for his nephew.

The candidate is not known yet.

That came later.

Now?

The natural thing is to enter the Dan Palace and endure the wrath of His .

Just as Hudir expected.

Fabol VII was furious.

Several vases were smashed in front of him, and one of them even hit him on the head.

Blood suddenly gushed out from Hudir's forehead.

However, this new court official not only did not dare to activate his magical powers, he even did not dare to wipe it off at this time.

After a full ten minutes, Fapol VII stopped.

It's not that the anger has subsided.

Instead, the whole house was smashed.

Only bare walls remained.

Even the tapestries were torn to shreds.

"Waste! All of you waste!"

Fabol VII roared.

The young king naturally had reasons to be angry. He had endured so much pain and humiliation and had finally turned things around. However, he had not been happy for a few days before half of the fortune he had quietly accumulated over the years was gone. In particular, several generals he valued were eaten by fish. How could he not be angry?

Mond Dortmund?

No!

Although the other party is from the Rose Family.

Although the other party was someone he had carefully cultivated.

But the other party is just a covert existence.

The real meaning of the other party's existence is to be a 'stepping stone' for those generals he values!

In the "script" of this young king, the arrogant and ignorant Mond Dortmund will surely anger those excellent generals, and these generals will surely choose to resist and cause great disasters when they can no longer tolerate it. At that time, it will be the time for the wise and brave king to choose to appear on the scene - to kill Mond Dortmund, and not only to gain the loyalty of those young generals, but also to accept Mond Dortmund's property and enrich his own private treasury.

It’s a total win-win!

Otherwise, how could he choose someone as arrogant and ignorant as Mond Dortmund?

Do you really think you are a blood relative of the Rose family?

joke.

Aren't there enough traitors in the Rose family?

I didn’t say that before.

Hotemasi alone is enough.

Even if the 'other party was not willing', it was not so important in the face of facts - at least, this reminded Fabol VII that the 'Rose Family' was too conspicuous at times.

So, he made another choice.

only……

Finished!

It's all over!

A storm destroyed everything!

Boom!

Fapol VII's breathing was as loud as thunder due to his anger, and a pair of golden and red upright boys were faintly visible behind the young king.

Hudir was trembling all over.

It was a tremor from the soul.

That is the pressure from a superior being.

thump!

The new court official did not try to hold on, but simply fell to his knees.

This time, it's not a disguise.

But he was really suppressed by Long Wei.

Under the dragon's might that seemed to be real, Hudir's body, which had just knelt down, was like a toad, sticking tightly to the ground, as if it was about to be crushed.

"Your Majesty!"

A trembling voice came from outside the palace.

A palace guard knelt on his knees, lowered his head, and dared not look directly at anything in the palace.

"explain!"

Fabol VII said in a deep voice.

"Major Shakey wants to see you."

The palace guard replied immediately.

Although Xia Qi did not have a specific position in the Fapore fleet, he did have a military rank.

Of course, Faber VII remembered Shaqi.

Not only because he was born in the Holy Grail Family, but also because he was one of the sixty-six lucky ones.

The other party wants to see you?

Fapol VII was stunned.

Seems very surprised.

However, I didn't think too much about it.

"Let him in."

Fapol VII said this, while restraining his dragon power.

Ten seconds later, Xia Qi walked in quickly. After seeing his uncle with a bleeding head, he immediately showed his concern and even bent down to support Hu Dier.

Hudir grabbed his nephew, his eyes full of questions.

He wondered why his nephew showed up.

Just leave this to him.

If something unexpected happens, it will be really unimaginable.

You know, Fapol VII was not a kind king.

Gently patting the back of his uncle's hand, Shaqi bowed and saluted Fabol VII.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As he spoke, Xia Qi, who had originally bowed to salute, suddenly knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my sins!"

Ever since Shaqi appeared, Faber VII had been watching the young man.

Every word and every action was under the watchful eyes of Fapol VII.

He is a person who cares about his family.

Fapol VII was certain of this.

He thought he wasn't wrong.

Then the other party's appearance...

Is it because of Hudir?

Are you worried that I will punish Hudir?

Fapol VII thought in his heart and asked.

"What is your crime?"

"I concealed the truth about the destruction of the fleet!"

As soon as Xia Qi finished speaking, Hu Dier panicked and wanted to defend his nephew, but the dragon's might descended again.

Like the power of heaven.

Like hell.

Shaqi and Hudir were both overwhelmed in front of Fapol VII.

Hudir tried to force himself to speak, but failed after several attempts.

Xia Qi just stayed there obediently, allowing Long Wei to wreak havoc.

"What truth?"

Fabol VII's tone became increasingly gloomy.

The golden-red shadow of the boy behind him became so real that Fapol VII's words sounded like a dragon's roar, which was frightening and chilling.

"The fleet was destroyed not because of the storm, but because of the 'God of the Inland Bay'."

Xia Qi said the words that Goethe had told him before.

"'God of the Inner Bay'?"

"'them'!"

Fapol VII was stunned for a moment, then he gritted his teeth.

Fapol VII knew that the 'God of the Inner Bay' was one of 'them'. The young king even knew that the other party had a lair near the port of Marne.

Faber VII, who had some dealings with George VI, was not completely ignorant of 'them'.

On the contrary, after learning something, the young king would always try to find out more.

Therefore, at this moment, Fapol VII understood the "truth about the sinking of his fleet" - before that, the meeting between him and the "God of the Inner Bay" was not pleasant.

It can even be said that they parted on bad terms.

This made the other party jealous of him.

Hence the storm.

The enemy overwhelmed his fleet.

It is both revenge and a warning.

Everything makes sense.

It's not surprising that they do this with such recklessness.

Fapol VII knew exactly what the 'God of the Inner Bay' had done.

Just because the 'sacrifice' was not good, it rained heavily.

Or just because you are in a bad mood, you can create a storm.

The other party is moody.

Not to mention, I got bullied by him.

"good!"

"very good!"

"'They!' They!"

Fapol VII laughed in anger.

The young king stood up from his throne. He was ready to investigate them. He was ready to go to war with them. He was going to tell them.

, what is the dragon's wrath!

At this time——

boom!

The faint sound of explosion reached the ears of Fapol VII.

"What's going on?"

Fapol VII asked.

Two minutes later, the guard reported back.

"Your Majesty, an explosion occurred in the central square. An unknown person attacked a wealthy businessman there, but was repelled by the businessman. The businessman showed extraordinary strength. Your guards have gone to capture him."

The guard reported truthfully, but before he could finish speaking, Fapol VII disappeared.

The young king was furious.

He needed to vent his anger.

And at the moment the young king disappeared, Xia Qi, who was still kneeling there, raised the corner of his mouth.

Flash by.

But Hudir, who had been keeping an eye on his nephew, saw it.

The new courtier once again grasped his nephew's hand.

Hudir's eyes were full of questions.

Xia Qi nodded slightly.

Hu Dier collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

Finished!

It really has something to do with his nephew!

this……

Hudiel's brain almost crashed, but he quickly came to his senses and grabbed his nephew and said in a very low voice: "I don't know what happened, and I don't know what you are doing, but you have pushed our family to the edge of the cliff - Your Majesty will definitely find something wrong after you calm down."

"Now!"

"Go home and take everyone away immediately!"

"To the North!"

"Don't stop for a moment!"

After saying that, Hu Dier pushed away Xia Qi who wanted to say something.

He pointed to his temple.

"Don't forget that our family's ability is 'premonition' - I am much stronger than you, and I have a premonition of destruction!"

"Now, go!"

Hudir urged his nephew.

Then he walked quickly out of the palace.

Since this has happened, he needs to fight for a glimmer of hope for his nephew and his family - he follows his 'premonition' and moves forward.

After a brief pause, Xia Qi immediately took action.

He believed in his uncle.

Just as he believed in Goethe.

George VI also believed in Goethe, especially after Goethe contacted the people who had ambushed in Sack in advance, George VI's trust in Goethe rose by more than one level.

This former king could see that those people were definitely not from the North.

But Goethe's own people.

The fact that Goethe was able to prepare undercover personnel in such a short period of time is enough to show that he had a big plan.

George VI did not dislike this.

Because, they are allies at this moment.

So, he changed his original plan of creating chaos and directly attacked the agents of the 'Pharmacist'.

Or to be more precise, he upgraded his plan.

Of course, this was agreed by Goethe and Steinbeck.

The agent of the 'pharmacist' was a wealthy businessman from Sark.

The main business is pharmaceuticals.

George VI was well aware of this information .

But what George VI didn't know was the opponent's strength.

powerful!

Very strong!

Even though his current body was an incomplete 'legend', he was unable to defeat the opponent in a short period of time, and was instead repelled by the opponent's 'potion'.

Damn it!

George VI ran while looking at his palm which was rotting again.

The other party's "potion" actually made the potion given to her by Skiffens Steinbeck ineffective.

The pain of backlash appeared again.

However, George VI did not dare to stay for even a moment.

run!

Run for your life!

He could already feel the breath getting closer.

When he jumped out of the central city of Sark, George VI subconsciously looked back.

A huge shadow loomed over the central square.

The golden-red body shines brightly in the sun.

The cold, same-colored child's hole was filled with brutality.

Fapol VII arrived faster than expected.

The 'pharmacist' agent who used 'potion' to force George VI to retreat was directly turned into charcoal by the other party's dragon breath.

Then!

Flying directly towards George VI!

George VI followed the plan and headed towards his set goal.

The golden-red dragon was chasing closely.

"Tsk tsk, although it's not the first time I've seen this, this kind of situation is really breathtaking."

Skiffins Steinbeck held a cup of milk tea and sighed.

Goethe, who was sitting under a parasol, eating a pancake with butter, glanced at Fapol VII and then looked away.

Divination can be discovered.

The same can be done for peek.

"Don't worry."

"His Majesty has a bad temper, so he always ignores a lot of things when he is angry - maybe it's because he chose to be mixed-blood?"

"Half-blood?"

Goethe became interested.

"Um."

"Your Majesty did not just choose one bloodline dragon, but chose the bloodline of a red dragon, a golden dragon, and an unknown dragon. The latter is especially hidden, and I have tried to find out several times but failed."

“But it should be in those categories.”

"Otherwise, you won't be worthy of His Majesty's approval."

Skiffins Steinbeck sighed, as if he was lamenting the boldness and talent of King Faber VII.

Everyone knows the horror of blood conflict.

The conflict of ordinary bloodlines is fatal.

Not to mention one that resembles a dragon.

"Then let us wish His Majesty success in calming down his anger."

Goethe picked up the tea, raised the cup towards the direction where Faber VII was flying away, and drank it all in one gulp.

At this time, Skiffins Steinbeck was already walking towards the tavern in the alley on the corner.

That's where the 'bartender' is.

The wooden sign reads 'Tears of Hex'.

The door seemed tightly shut.