Chapter 1863 Strangulation

It is unethical to scold grandpa in front of his grandson.

But we are not chatting now. We can speak freely, so I will not hide it and express the truest feelings in my heart.

After hearing this, Fred Alexander looked slightly embarrassed, but not angry.

We looked at each other for half a minute before he smiled bitterly and said, "Grandpa did have a period of his life where he was quite an asshole."

I was quite surprised that he did not refute, but accepted my words calmly and affirmed them, although this affirmation was mixed with a lot of bitterness.

While I was surprised, I also heard something in his words. It seemed that Fred Rupert was not an inherently despicable bastard.

After a moment of silence, I asked tentatively: "Can you tell me about Fred Rupert?"

Alexander looked at me with some surprise. He didn't understand why this little guy looked contemptuous when he mentioned his grandfather one moment, but asked him about his grandfather's deeds with curiosity the next second?

Is it to be able to despise my grandfather's life more deeply?

Feeling the confusion in his eyes, I explained: "I hope you don't misunderstand. The reason why I want to know more about your grandfather's deeds is not out of negative emotions, but because I am really curious. Frankly speaking, I am digging." Before your mausoleum, I robbed your grandfather's mausoleum first. His mausoleum is about three kilometers away from here. It is also a deserted mausoleum. It is full of poisonous insects and traps, and there are piles of corpses in the compartments. They all seemed to be slaves of various races killed by your grandfather. After breaking into the main tomb, I had a fierce quarrel with your grandfather. He also wanted to use the power of the crown on his head to resurrect the dead and bring them back to life. I beat him to death. Fortunately, I grabbed the crown before him and put it on my head. Even more fortunately, I was able to activate the crown. Then he was swamped by the army of mummies. I didn’t see the final outcome. Yeah, but I guess he was probably broken into hundreds of unrelated pieces of bone."

When I mentioned the likely fate of Philed Rupert, Alexander's eyes were unmoved, but before that, when I mentioned that I could also activate the crown, he was moved, with a look in his eyes. With doubt and surprise.

He stared at me for a long time, until I was blushing and my heart was beating, and then he said: "Can you activate the King's Crown?"

"Is there a problem with this?"

"The Crown of the King is one of the ten artifacts created by our ancestors with divine blood and divine power. Only people of our royal bloodline can activate it."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted him: "You said 'maybe'?"

Seeing him looking at me in confusion, I explained: "You just said, 'Only people with the blood of the fairy royal family have the possibility of activation.' Can I also understand that even if you have the blood of the fairy royal family, you may not necessarily be able to activate it?" Can you activate the artifact?"

"Yeah" Alexander responded and said: "Your analysis is absolutely correct. Not all fairies with royal blood can activate the artifact. Only descendants with the blood of the first generation fairy emperor can activate the power of the artifact."

He pointed his slender index finger at himself and said slowly: "In other words, only descendants of my lineage have the bloodline to activate the artifact."

I said "Oh" and murmured: "It turns out that the Fairy Queen is a direct descendant of Fred Rupert. No wonder she is so obsessed with power."

Alexander interrupted my thoughts: "I just said that in my grandfather's long life, there was only one period like what you said."

"Which period?"

"In the last period of his life," Alexander said solemnly, "Before this, my grandfather had always been praised as the most benevolent and philanthropic saint among the goblin emperors."

Holy King? !

tyrant? !

How could these two completely different titles appear on the same person?

"Excuse me for being rude, may I ask if your grandfather experienced great changes in his last stage of life? Otherwise, how could there be such a sharp contrast between the two lives before and after?"

Alexander sighed and said melancholy: "That's because of a woman."

"Woman?" The first thing I thought of was Daji.

On the blue planet, in and out of books, and in neighborhood markets, many places regard Daji as a beauty who brings disaster to the country and the people, but in fact, she is just a poor woman, a trophy captured by the Shang King to fill the harem.

It was the King of Shang who indulged in beauty, indulged in extravagance, and wasted the country. In the end, he wanted to throw the responsibility for the country's subjugation on a woman. To be honest, I despise this kind of behavior!

If the woman Alexander mentioned was an innocent scapegoat like Daji, I would have doubts about the character of the goblin clan.

I sneered: "I really want to know, what kind of woman did Fred Rupert turn from a saint to a tyrant?"

Alexander didn't notice the change in my tone, or he might have noticed it, but he didn't care. After recalling it for a moment, he said slowly: "It's a fortune teller."

"Soothsayer?" His answer was completely different from my guess.

I always thought that he would say that the woman who influenced Fred Rupert's thoughts was one of his wives. However, he told me that this woman was a fortune teller?

"Besides her identity as a fortune teller, does she have any other identity?" I asked tentatively.

"No more," Alexander affirmed: "She was just my grandfather's fortune teller. Apart from performing some divination to solve mysteries, my grandfather had never had any contact with this woman."

Hearing this, I lowered my head in shame.

Damn it, my thoughts are so dirty. It's just an ordinary work relationship, but I can't help but think of a sex relationship.

Covering up my embarrassment with a light cough, I quickly regained my composure and asked, "Which fortune teller's predictions are accurate?"

"It's pretty accurate."

"Well, what does your last modal word mean? Does it mean that you actually don't know whether her divination is accurate?"

Faced with my preparation, Alexander smiled bitterly: "Yes, I really don't know how good this woman's divination is, because in the turmoil after my grandfather's death, that woman was also killed by the angry people."

"I'm curious, what did that woman advise your grandfather?"

"I was still young at the time," Alexander said, "but I also understood part of it. It was related to ethnic cleansing. The specific races to be cleansed were unknown."

"Ethnic cleansing?!" My face gradually became serious: "Could it be concentrated strangulation?"

Alexander nodded: "Yes, it is concentrated strangulation."