Chapter 942 Funeral and Enthronement II

"What did you say?"

Fink Lie Yan clenched the scepter in his hand tightly, and shouted at the guards who rushed in.

This low shout was like a shock from the earth, causing the ministers and nobles in the hall to react one after another, staring straight at the guard.

Immediately, the guard's face was pale and sweat was pouring down like rain.

Obviously, this guard didn't have the tough nerves of Fink Lie Yan, and he could face many important figures calmly, so when he answered, he stuttered: "Di, Dean Kenzelgang incited the slaves to riot!"

"How dare he!"

"Who gave him the guts!"

"This is a challenge to us!"

...

The nobles shouted first, while the ministers frowned one by one. Compared with these nobles, they knew more.

And this also means that they understand what will happen if this news is confirmed.

Monk Lieyan's face changed, and he subconsciously thought of Dean standing on top of the Frostwolf looking down at the audience in the camp of the Frost City State.

Could it be that Raging Flame City has to suffer the same treatment?

Monk Lieyan thought bitterly, and then stared at the yelling nobles with extremely angry eyes.

"Bastard, if it wasn't for you guys to jointly protest against not allowing the other party to attend the ceremony, how could the other party retaliate? Damn it, you should all be hanged!"

Monk Lie Yan felt that his heart was burning.

And also burning, there is the Funk Flame.

Moreover, compared with his elder brother, the new king's anger was more intense, and even turned into a strong murderous intent.

But those nobles didn't realize that they were still shouting and arguing.

After that, it will inevitably evolve into a joint 'appeal' to him.

In this regard, Fink Lie Yan has already guessed.

As for the so-called 'appeal'?

To be more precise, it is better to exert pressure,

It's as if they didn't want Dean to appear at the ceremony.

Taking a deep breath, Fink Lie Yan, holding the scepter, temporarily suppressed the anger and killing intent in his heart. Just as he can guess what will happen next, he also understands that he is the king of the Flame City, and he must think about how to solve the problems in front of him, not just kill.

but. The current situation is not so easy to solve.

When he looked at his elder brother, who he could trust, Monk Lieyan shook his head slightly, and pointed to Dero Thunder.

That meaning couldn't be more clear.

Immediately, Fink Lie Yan's eyes lit up.

As the king of the Flame City, his words and deeds represent the Flame City. Facing an existence like Dean, he had to be cautious.

However, Dro Thunder is different.

Dro Thunder was born in the city-state of Thunder, and he has a very good relationship with Dean.

Especially the latter is extremely important.

Subconsciously, Fink Lie Yan looked at Dro Thunder.

And Dro Thunder did not disappoint Fink Lieyan, almost as soon as he met Fink Lieyan's eyes, this upright young man walked out.

"Your Majesty, I think there may be a misunderstanding!"

After giving a gift. Dro Thunder said loudly.

The voice was so loud that everyone present could hear it clearly.

"What a misunderstanding! You are with him!"

"That is, how can we listen to your words!"

"Your Majesty, you should take him down and punish him!"

...

Buzzing, like a fly-like cry, sounded from the mouths of many nobles, which caused the anger that Fink had just suppressed to rise again, and went straight to the forehead.

"enough!"

Fink Lie Yan shouted loudly.

Facing such loud shouts, the nobles were taken aback for a moment.

"Are you the king. Or am I the king?"

Fink Lie Yan questioned the nobles in front of him, but the nobles seemed a little caught off guard in the face of such questioning.

They looked at each other, looking around in a daze.

This is different from what they imagined!

According to previous experience. The old king will have a headache and be angry, but he will also be on their side.

And in their view, the new king should be the same.

The previous attempts were also successful.

But now...why is it any different?

The nobles asked themselves from the bottom of their hearts, and at the same time, became careful.

Although he didn't serve in the flame city. But for those who can become nobles, in addition to the honor and protection of their ancestors, their own efforts are also a major focus.

Therefore, none of the nobles present was a fool or an idiot.

When things were unexpected, they immediately became wait-and-see.

And this made Finke Lieyan narrow his eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense.

The wait-and-see attitude of the nobles in front of them reminded him of how miserable these guys were yesterday: During the war, they disappeared! After the war, they appeared one after another, showing themselves arrogantly, as if they were the biggest contributors to defeating the Frost City-State.

It's nothing but folly!

The conduct is even worse!

Not the slightest bit of true aristocratic grace!

After several evaluations in a row, Funk Lieyan finally decided on some things.

However, right now is not the time to do these things, he turned his eyes to his friend: "His Royal Highness Dro, I want to know the ins and outs of the matter! Brother, please go to find out the truth with His Highness Dro, I am here Waiting for your return!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Dro Thunder and Monk Lie Yan bowed at the same time, and walked quickly towards the outside of the conference hall.

...

The moonlight flickered in front of him, and another dying slave was healed.

Looking at Dean with a smile on his face, soft eyes, and moonlight in his hands, the cured slave prostrated himself on the ground, kneeling down to Dean continuously.

However, Dean walked aside quickly.

There, there are more slaves.

In fact, there are far more wounded and dying slaves in this randomly raised shed than imagined.

After treating a slave on the stake, Dean was pulled here by a little boy who was also a slave, to be precise, the child of a slave.

And the children of slaves are also slaves.

The little boy wanted Dean to heal his parents, the slaves who had been injured yesterday when the spies from the Frost City caused the explosion and chaos.

If you want to create chaos in a city, the best places to choose are noble mansions, city gates, military camps, and slave camps.

Especially the latter. Once there is chaos, there will always be some unexpected effects.

Therefore, for the attack last night, the slave camp was also the focus of the Frost City State's care.

therefore. In the slave camps in satellite cities, there were heavy casualties.

Those who had died were dragged out of the city to be buried this morning.

The ones that were not lost appeared in this greenhouse and received the so-called treatment - washing the wound with water. Find something similar to plant ash and apply it to the wound.

Don't think this is the kindness of the slave master.

It's just that they don't want to lose more property.

And the low or even counterproductive treatment method, the final result can be imagined.

When the little boy brought Dean here, his mother had died, and his father had only one breath left.

Fortunately, under the 'moonlight', the father survived.

Dean's treatment began while the little boy was crying with his father.

One slave after another, after being rescued.

One after another, the slaves knelt down to Dean, thanking him for saving his life.

Then. Dean moved on to the next slave.

This cycle was repeated, and hundreds of dying slaves stood up again.

"Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"

Aiji frowned and looked at the busy Dean in puzzlement. As a native of Defendilan, Aiji couldn't understand the meaning of what Dean did.

For, in his view, a slave is a thing.

The honest Puli scratched his head, and said as a matter of course: "Your Majesty's doing this naturally has a meaning that we don't know about. We are His Majesty's followers. Just follow His Majesty's orders!"

Honest people are generally simple people and don't think so much at all.

So, next moment. Just ran towards Dean and started to help.

Edge followed closely behind.

Just like Puli said, they are Dean's followers, and they can do whatever Dean asks them to do, and they don't need to think about it at all.

not to mention. Inexplicably, Aiji didn't feel disgusted while doing the thing in front of him. When he saw the gratitude of those slaves, Aiji's mood also improved.

Aiji didn't know why, but he worked harder to maintain the order on the scene, allowing the slaves to receive treatment one by one.

Euron was the last to pass.

The silent Oren looked at the scene in front of him, with a different look in his eyes, and the thoughts in his heart that he had long forgotten suddenly fluctuated.

Slightly, slowly.

Heal, be healed.

Under the sun, everything looks so soft and beautiful.

However, just as the light of darkness is the purest, there are always shadows under the sun——

"What? What are you doing?"

"Why move my property?"

"You lazy guys, why don't you go to work now that you're done!"

"They're all a bunch of cheating, cheating guys. Let me tell you, you're out of food today and tomorrow!"

"Come on, give me a hard beat on that guy who touched other people's property at will!"

...

A sharp and disgusting sound sounded.

Then, a chunky guy who looked like a top that had been cut in half appeared.

Dressed in bright clothes, followed by a group of servants holding long swords and whips.

While this guy was yelling, those servants rushed forward one after another, and began to drive and whip the slaves.

The body that had just been healed by Dean showed bruises and welts again.

"Tell you, I... ahhh!"

Seeing this scene, the guy was very proud, raised his finger and pointed at Dean, wanting to say something.

Then, Gray snapped off his fingers.

Then, his entire palm and the bones of his arm were crushed by Gray.

"Raise your paw casually and point at the crown, how many times do you think you can die before you can atone for your sins? And you fellows!"

Gray looked at the other party's wailing with a smile, and asked coldly.

Then, Gray looked at the servants and waved his hand.

Immediately, these servants fell to the ground one after another.

"Killed! Killed!"

"Someone is inciting a slave riot!"

"Riot! Riot!"

A series of shouts appeared, first from the leader, and then from the servants.

"You will definitely pay the price!"

The leader clutched his severed arm, took a breath, and looked at Gray viciously.

Then, his other arm was also broken.

"The price? I'll wait!"

Grey looked at each other gently, walked slowly to Dean's side, and said this.

Second update~

All kinds of unsatisfactory things come one after another!

Decadence means that one is so powerless! ! !

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