flstandardbreds Chapter 175: Knight of Dark Disaster 04
Chapter 175: Knight of Dark Disaster 04
"Your Highness Seviara." An old middle-aged man in a neat blue and white butler's uniform ran over hurriedly.
He stopped the little princess who still wanted to continue following Xu Yan, frowned tightly, and looked at her with disapproval.
Xu Yan paused for a moment, then waved to Sevilla and continued walking towards the royal court.
He seemed not to care at all about the gazes of passers-by along the way, and walked slowly and leisurely.
Sevilla clung to the butler's arm and shouted to Xu Yan, "Third Brother Prince! See you next time!"
Xu Yan did not respond, but the butler covered Sevilla's mouth as if he was furious.
No one was willing and no one dared to approach him, not only because of his ominous hair and eye color, but also because anyone who tried to make friends with this prince died inexplicably.
Including royal family members.
And the only one who can do this is His Majesty on the throne.
Only this king who cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes could have such a terrible desire for control.
The housekeeper looked at Xu Yan's back with some pity, and then coaxed his little ancestor back to his residence in a gentle voice.
All princes and princesses are not allowed to live in the royal court after they turn ten. They will be given a magnificent mansion to live outside the royal court.
Except for His Highness Second Prince Beno who was appointed as the crown prince.
Now there is also the returning Third Prince.
Their Majesty has not yet granted these two princes a mansion, but has allowed them to live in the royal court.
All the old ministers who have served Your Majesty for many years know this.
Although His Majesty seems to dislike the Third Prince very much, and turns a blind eye to his situation and even adds fuel to the fire, he does care about this prince.
To some extent, there is even some fear.
This feeling was very strange, but these experienced guys did not think that their feeling was wrong. Instead, they became more and more convinced of this as the Third Prince grew up.
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"You don't allow me to provoke the Third Prince? Why!?"
"No means no!"
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"Quit the knight selection? That's impossible!"
"Then I'll lock you up!"
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"Chelno is just a 'forsaken man'. Why should I give up the position of contracted knight to His Highness Beno?!"
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"I promised His Highness Beno that I would help him win! Quit? Impossible!"
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Similar conversations took place in various noble mansions on the night before the knight selection. If the nobles' mansions were not large estates, the angry and unwilling roars would have been heard by others.
Xu Yan didn't know all this, and didn't want to know.
He knew what his delusional cheap father wanted to do, and as long as it did not affect his mission plan, he would let him do it.
There will always be a righteous protagonist who will jump out and kill the villain in the small world.
At this moment, he was lying flat on the bed in his residence in the royal court in an elegant and peaceful sleeping posture. The three-meter-long and three-meter-wide bed was soft and comfortable, and he really wanted to roll around on it without any image.
But this won't work, because there are several guests coming tonight, and he can't be OOC, otherwise his mission completion will be deducted.
Xu Yan's pointed ears twitched, and his blood-red eyes, no longer covered by black satin, opened in the darkness, emitting a bloodthirsty red light. He just sat up and was about to pick up the knife beside the pillow, but he felt his brain buzzing and his consciousness became scattered.
The black-haired young man on the bed was wearing comfortable pajamas, with an open collar revealing a blood-red magic stone in the center of his collarbone.
He lowered his head slightly, and his soft black hair fell in front of his eyes. His eyes, which were murderous a moment ago, now became empty and distracted. His white neck emitted a faint glow under the weak moonlight, as if it would break if he gently grasped it.
A slender hand like a white jade sculpture covered his collarbone, and the fingertips gently pressed on the 'magic stone', the real heart of Mrs. Sta. The fingertips gently traced, causing the body under the palm to tremble.
Ze Beno Berg narrowed his eyes slightly, his light golden pupils were extremely deep.
He knew how powerful Cherno was since he was a child, and no matter how hard he tried, he was no match for this man.
He never won once. From childhood to adulthood, he had lost to this man a total of 754 times.
Who could have thought that such a powerful and outstanding person could be controlled so easily.
He simply glanced at him with his pale golden eyes, which were exactly the same as his father's.
"Look at me," he commanded.
The somewhat dim blood-red eyes immediately looked up and looked at him, with a blank look in them. The decisive and murderous black knight was like a puppet being played with by others.
Ze's originally light golden eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a brilliant golden color like the scorching sun, piercing straight into the mind of the dark knight, gradually covering the pair of light golden eyes that were imprinted in his mind.
This ability is the reason why the Slavic royal family has been able to rule this country for thousands of years.
If he had not realized by chance that his will was distorted, he would probably have become a puppet like Chernow, obeying the orders of his "good father".
Even if his will is twisted and changed, he is unaware of it.
As for this ability, of course he learned it secretly.
Although his father was as wise as a demon and had been planning for decades, in terms of talent, ten of him could not compare to Ze in the slightest.
Ze had only learned and mastered this ability for three years, but he had already far surpassed him, and now he could even gradually cover his "brand of loyalty".
"Heh." Ze chuckled, and gently stroked his brother's soft hair with his fingertips. His smile was gentle, but his eyes were so cold that it made people feel cold. "Little black cat, you are mine."
"Father, I wonder what your expression would be when you found out that the 'knife' you carefully crafted has become someone else's?"
Ze looked up to the top of the castle where the Slavic King lived, and his smile became increasingly crazy.