The castle, the palace underground.

Tiffaco reclined on the throne, right hand with his cheeks, slightly impatiently watching the hall to perform his own assassination skills.

Are these the first idiots after winter?

Perhaps it was too tolerant of himself, so that these clowns came one by one.

He yawned and felt his eyes dry.

Ever since the castle was blown up by snow powder, he moved the courthouse to the basement of the palace.After some renovation, several storage rooms were connected into one, and the space was not too small to accommodate the ministers and nobles attending the meeting.The most important thing is that this place is absolutely safe, there is only one entrance, and above it is a magnificent palace, and no amount of snow powder will affect here.The disadvantage is that there is no light underground, and the light source is all provided by the pine torch.The fire around the wall makes the indoor air extremely dry and dull, and the sweet smell of loose fat makes him sleepy.

The thought of the fourth brother, Tiffico hated the itch, and if no witness noticed that the other party's attack came from the sky, he was afraid that he was still building a sentry tower.Knowing that this means could not be defended at all, he could only hold a meeting here for the time being.

Roland Wimbledon will pay for it!

"Honorsmen," the caller's voice pulled his thoughts back into the hall, "see, as long as the traitor Roland dares to appear before my eyes, I will be able to complete the mission entrusted to you!"

Tifeco glanced at each other and saw four flying knives accurately inserted into the barrel twenty paces away from him.

“Is that what you call a skill?”

"That is it, your majesty," said he confidently, "that I have done this once, and there are no less than ten rats that die in your hands."If you shoot in a crowd, most of the targets do not know where the knife is shot from.”

“What about the reward?”Tifekovna moved a little stiff body.

"Twenty-five golden dragons," said the recruiter, "five for the cost of the road, and the cost of dressing - it is easier to approach the traitorous king in a shape that is unnoticed."

"Sir Weimaa."The king pointed.

"Yes, your majesty."The Knight of Steel Heart drew his sword, took off his shield from behind, and went to the hall.

“You, what do you mean?”He snorted.

"Defeat my knight, and I will give you your reward."The Tifeko made an eye for Sir.

The latter nodded, pulled down the ado, and walked toward each other.

"Wait, wait... no, sire, this can't be done," cried the recruiter, turning over, avoiding the knight's chopping, and stammering, "I can't be positive--ah!"

The knight then followed a hard kick in his abdomen, so that the second half of his words swallowed all the words.

After rolling on the ground for two laps, the recruiter threw a flying knife softly, but was easily blocked by the shield.Then the Sir stepped on his hand, and the sword fell, and half his arm suddenly left his body, and the blood spilled out of it reflected an arc on the ground.

“My hands—” The other side uttered a scream, holding their arms and curling them into a clump.

"First, the royal family is no better than a mouse, even my stupid brother, will not easily approach the crowd."Second, you can't even do a knight, and what do you take to assassinate a lord who has many knights around you?I'm afraid that as soon as you get twenty-five golden dragons, you'll never come back here again."Tifeco waved his hand and said, "Leave him out."

If he had been a month or two ago, he would not have treated these foolish and greedy people in this way, but at most he would have driven the other party out of the royal capital and ordered him not to return without taking Roland's head.Those who are slightly more likely to succeed, he has given some financial support - but so far, Roland is still alive and well.

Presumably it is precisely because of this benevolent attitude that more and more people come to the door to claim that they can solve the rebellion of the traitorous king, and the methods are becoming more and more absurd.There was even a guy who pulled the maid out of the tavern as an assassin, saying that the maid was technically outstanding and that no man could refuse her service.I don't know what it's called!Do they not know the difference between an ordinary woman and a witch?They all repeatedly advertised the depravity of the four brothers in the notice, and how could they look at such a poor thing as a witch lord.

The chief of the withdrawal section grew out of breath, giving a little lesson to these unknown and thick recruiters, and should also let others converge a little.

Perhaps recruiting people to the people is a mistake in itself.

The only thing that could beat Roland was pills and snow powder.

He glanced under the hall, saw no outsiders, the former prime minister asked, "How is the progress of the development of snow powder weapons now?"

According to the information gathered from the long song fortress, the miners in the border town were able to defeat the Duke Knights and the fanatical militia because of the use of a strange snow powder weapon.It should be a semi-closed iron pipe, using the impact generated by the explosion of snow powder to push the lead pellets to attack the target, similar to the crossbow.Tiffaco was very interested in this, and immediately summoned the king's experienced blacksmiths to start copying this new weapon.

"Not ideal, sire," said the Marquis Wick, shaking his head, "and the blacksmiths have made ten such weapons according to intelligence, but far less powerful than the rumors.Only a small number of people can penetrate the knight's breastplate in ten steps, and more than 50 steps is difficult to hit the target."

“Ten steps?”Tiffaco frowned, “Does that not mean affixing to the knight’s face?”Can you stop the Knights from going?”

“Indeed, there may be some tricks that we have not yet grasped... Moreover, even if the blacksmiths and apprentices who assemble the whole city will produce up to twenty iron pipes a month, which may not necessarily guarantee that each one will be available.”The Marquis sighed, “To date, four iron pipes have exploded during training, and the guards have resisted in practicing this snow powder weapon.”

Damned, the border town was much poorer than the king, but in a winter's time, Roland put together hundreds of iron pipes, he must have been helped by the devil.

Tifeko irritatedly changed the subject, “Where’s the pill?”Has the church not yet responded yet?”

“Yes, your majesty,” answered the marquis, “the high priest said that the Holy City was fighting against the invasion of the evil beast, and that he had no energy to provide more frenetic drugs for the time being, and he hoped that we would have the patience to wait until after the end of the evil month.”

“I don’t want to see the traitor stay safe in the West End castle, not for a day!”

It seemed that he had to write a personal letter to the holy city of Helmes, and Tifeko thought with hatred that if he wanted to recruit believers in the castle in the future, he would have to take a pill in exchange.

As he was about to announce the end of today's meeting, Foreign Secretary Sir Brett suddenly said, "Your Majesty, the messenger from the morning kingdom has arrived in the royal capital today, hoping to receive your meeting."

(Unfinished.)