MTL - The Devil’s Cage-Chapter 1802 After sunset

Chapter 1802, Sunset. After

Fort Aden, the Palace of the Royal Palace.

Not the big one, but the one near the edge, the very small one.

However, everyone knows that this small chamber is the place that really determines Aitantin, and even the entire Northland.

Any order issued from here is enough to relate to the lives of millions of people.

Therefore, no attendants are allowed to be near here.

Except for those who were summoned by the king, only the royal guards and the only close minister of Aitand VI were able to get close.

Of course, even if the near minister enters here, it needs to be passed on.

Outside the porch, Monte shook the red dress with Phnom Penh and confirmed that his dress and face were not wrong. The captain who had just completed the king's order smiled at a captain of the royal guard.

It is no longer a flattering smile, but a normal smile.

This kind of smile does not appear to be non-negligible under the thick powder. Instead, it has a different sense of stability, which will make people feel good.

Everyone has a mask.

As a Monte, there are several masks.

When faced with different people, he will choose different masks.

In the face of Qin Ran is charming and flattering.

Facing the guards is respect and equality.

Facing Aitandin VI?

"Monte, please come in."

The guard said this.

"Thank you."

After a very polite thank you, Monte walked into the door opened by the guardian.

The small council is doomed to be too big.

It's about 50 inches less.

The burning flame in the fireplace provides warmth in the room. A large desk is placed on the right side, with a quill, ink and many files in order. On the left side is a wall. The wine cabinets attached to the bookshelves, the wine cabinets occupy two-thirds of the position, filled with all kinds of wines that can be found in the Northland, and there are many wines in the south.

There are not a few books on the shelf.

Especially after the middle layer is occupied by a sailboat model.

Aitante VI sits in the only high-back chair in front of the fireplace, and there are no people on the few low stools around. The young man who has just entered the middle age has two white spots, his cheeks are slack, his eyes are large, and he is full. It’s a red-blooded eye that makes people feel like a bad dog, especially when he looks at you, it’s more stressful.

"His Majesty."

The Monte Station was straight, like a knight, and then, kneeling on one knee, his head hanging down.

The action is meticulous, but there is no flattering appearance, as if it is a real minister.

This is how Monte looks to Aitante VI: integrity and loyalty.

Not that he wants to be like this.

Instead, Aitante VI likes people like this.

For an ambitious king, any traitor or jester is not allowed to exist in the true sense, and at most a target is set to attract the attention of others.

For example: Monte.

He knows that he is such a target.

But what is more clear to him is that it was Aitantine VI who wanted others to see him, not what Aitantine VI wanted to see.

As a close minister, he needs to do his duty.

Attracting those who are sympathetic and honest.

And identify the real ability.

then?

Nature is the work of Aitante VI.

As a king, Aitante VI is the best in Monte.

Whether it is ability or means, he is extremely admired.

This time is no exception.

A dinner party between the new lords of Sika and the snake-hunter!

Of course it won't be a simple dinner.

The purpose of the mixed Monte can be deduced one or two, but he dare not go to the real guess, nor can he guess. After all, he is only a close minister.

"how about it?"

Asked Aitandin VI.

The king's voice was hoarse and low, as if the sandpaper was polished on the metal, and people listened to the back and chilled.

"Guests have already arrived."

Monte's honest answer.

"Do you see Sfinson?"

Aitantin VI asked abruptly.

Sfinson, whose full name is Sfinson Aitantin, is simply the only son and the only heir of Aitante VI.

In the face of such an awkward question, Monte did not have any hurriedness, and his face did not change.

"See your Highness."

"He is in the hall."

Retelling everything you see, not saying anything that is irrelevant, and not even guessing.

Monte is remembering his identity and there will be no overstepping.

"He is a young man."

"The impulse to have young people."

"There is also a special rebellion of young people. Even if I am a king, I can't stop my child's rebellious period. Therefore, I need someone to help."

"A person who can't let go of his hands because of Sfinson's identity."

Aitantin VI seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be a confession.

"The snake-hunter is a good candidate."

At the moment when His Majesty’s words stopped, Montecha said it was good.

"of course."

"Whether it is a snake or a wolf."

"They are all very good candidates."

Aitantin VI smiled, and the loose flesh on his face shook.

Knowing some hidden Montes is to lower the head.

Knowing more is not necessarily a good thing.

This is true at least in Aitante VI.

The ‘black disaster’ is a major reshuffle in the North and South.

The forces that have been destroyed are not known.

The most famous is the ‘Wolf’ hunter, and even everyone thinks that the hunter has become a past tense, if not the ‘snake’ reappears.

Everything will be conclusive!

Can appear...

Then you need to re-estimate.

Unlike those who can use the interests to drive, the forces, the demon hunters, who only act on the inner standard, the stubborn stone-like guys will find out the circumstance of the 'black disaster', I am afraid... will not die?

At the bottom of Monte, with such speculation, there was a lament in the face of his head.

He does not want to be the opponent of the demon hunter.

Because, he knows the horror of those guys.

They are the best fighters when facing monsters.

When they face the enemy, they are the best assassins.

Without the sense of honor of the knight, these people did everything to kill the enemy. When they thought that they might be in their sleep, they would lose their heads, and Monte’s neck could not help but tighten.

As for persuading the king in front of you?

forget it.

Killed by the demon hunter, or died later.

Persuading Aitante VI, I am afraid I will die now.

not to mention……

It’s too late.

Sfinson Aitentin must have shot the snake-hunter.

This is the arrangement of His Majesty the King.

after that?

Naturally, the secret agents who have been prepared for a long time are swarming up, there will be no fighting, just questioning - in the face of another hunter who shows great strength, the use of force is the most unwise.

This is the victory of Aitandin VI, which can be used by the demon hunter without prejudice to the characteristics of ordinary people.

The snake-hunter who was ‘controlled’.

It will inevitably lead to more hunters.

There are snakes and wolves.

These people will definitely say "apology" after they understand the ‘things of things,’ especially after Aitantine VI showed ‘modesty’ ‘great’.

This is what his king wants.

A small ‘conflict’, it’s too worthwhile for his son to be beaten and to be able to tie the demon hunter to his chariot.

What's more, it's not just a snake-hunter.

There is also a 'fog' church!

This church, which shows its own strength, is also the one of his majesty who wants to win.

Of course, it also includes the new Sika City lord.

Even Monte is certain that his Majesty must throw the murder of the 'black disaster' at the most appropriate time!

By the time……

Monte, who thought of something, began to produce fine sweat on his forehead.

Sweat flows into the eyes, burning tingling.

But Monte is not afraid to wipe at all.

He just looked down and waited for Aitante VI to speak.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not long, and the king said again.

“Is the ‘quiet night retreat’ entered the city?”

"The representatives of the fourteen members have already entered the city after noon!"

"They have now entered the 'quiet night town'"

Monte reported again.

"Quiet night town!"

The unspeakable cold snoring sounded from the nose of Aitante VI.

For a king, what else is on his own territory, was he built out of the city, but he can't intervene even worse?

Naturally there are two such cities in the city.

Aitantin VI leaned back in the high-back chair, and the crown on his head did not shake anything. The bloodshot eyes were already staring in a certain direction.

Monte did not look up, but he knew what his majesty was watching at this time.

In fact, many people know what the king is really angry and jealous.

‘God of War’!

An inseparable existence with Aitantin.

At some point, even the whole kingdom.

Although he was not as good as before the "black disaster", he still made his king kneel down.

"What about the South?"

Aitantin VI convinced the emotions and asked calmly.

“Our shipyards have been fully opened, and when the summer is coming, our ships will be able to fill the entire Cheka Bay!”

Monte's voice involuntarily pulled up a point.

He is very excited, even if it is how to cover up, it is difficult to cover such excitement.

As the courtier of Aitandin VI, he has been very afraid of the king, but he also admires the king. He knows that if the plan of his majesty succeeds, the whole situation of Aitantin will be thoroughly Change.

The indulgent kingdom is bound to renew its vitality.

The merits of Aitantin VI will also be traced to the one who has fallen.

"Summer, summer."

Aitantin VI whispered softly.

Then the king stood down and stood up.

The old-fashioned Aitandin VI has a tall, strong figure in the Hokuriku. Time has left many traces on the king's face, but not in the body.

If you don't look at your face, no one will regard this body as an old man.

I only think that this is a strong man.

Still very strong.

He walked to the front of the bookshelf and raised his hand to pick up the model of the sailboat.

This is made by the craftsman in the palace.

Not only the size ratio is accurate, the sails, cables, hatches, and artillery are the same as those on the real ship, just like the perfect reduction, put it on top.

The fingertips of Aitandin VI touched the artillery. He was full of bloodshot eyes with a look of hope.

That is the gaze of the conqueror.

It is the gaze of the winner.

"What reaction did those guys have?"

Itandine VI, who was immersed in the thoughts of his mind, seemed to ask casually.

“They tried to draw the ‘fog’ church.”

"But the people who sent out failed."

"Before they also tried to contact the demon hunter, and they were removed by our darks when they were not close."

Monte was kneeling on one knee, slightly raised his head, watching the back of his knees in detail, with a scornful tone in his tone.

For those old school, he knows what kind of attitude to use.

He also believes that the old school is worthy of his attitude.

A group of straw bags!

Perhaps there are some people who are wary and admirable.

However, most of them are straw bags that are not enough to make a mistake!

Think about the people who are wooing the 'fog' church today.

Do you really think of yourself as a big man to give alms?

Even if I don’t know what my position is, I want to talk about cooperation. Do you really regard yourself as the protagonist in biographical novels?

If I have such resources, I have long been...

Thinking of this, Monte quickly stopped his own divergent thinking.

He quietly waited for the next step of Aitante VI.

He is very clear that the old school must be resolved before the summer.

Otherwise, this Majesty is not at ease!

And just then -

Jingle Bell!

A bell in the small meeting room suddenly rang from the back of the desk.

Monte looked at it there.

He never knew there was a bell there.

However, after seeing the slightly changed face of Aitante VI, he understood the importance of the bell.

Or, the existence of such a bell is normal.

This majesty in front of you always likes to be prepared and alert to any danger.

Aitantine VI hurried back to the desk, and he pulled the dark handle, and the bell stopped immediately.

"What happened?"

Aitandin VI asked quietly.

Compared to ordinary times, such a sound is more powerful and oppressive.

At least, the voice in the dark trembled.

"S, S..."

The stuttering words, coupled with the trembling voice, the statement became extremely incomplete.

Aitandin VI frowned.

Rarely, the king’s heart raised a feeling of shame.

"What happened?"

Depressed the bad feelings in my heart, Aitante VI asked.

"It is His Royal Highness Sphinson!"

"His Royal Highness Sfenson was kicked to death by the "Snake" hunter!"

The sound came clear.

thump!

In the Montenegro, it is soft and soft.

At the moment, in the mind of the near minister, there is only one sentence left -

Ruined!

(End of this chapter)