Chapter 433 What Is the Value of a King's Life?

Of course, no matter how high their status was or how deep their friendship was.

After the princess Mengquan, who was born extraordinary, chose to sacrifice herself, this relationship that lost the last bond was dead in name only.

Mrs. Meryl, who was disheartened, chose to live in seclusion here and rejected all subsequent requests for visits from Anton VI.

It may be because the king's face cannot be hit by the wall many times, or it may be that the increasingly serious curse of the Dragon King made him more and more indifferent, or it may be that he simply didn't have the face to see her.

In short, in the following twenty years, they met no more than one hand, and the last time they met was even twelve years ago.

Of course, this is from the "perspective" of Anton VI, but what if he, the wife who was born to be a spellcaster, is best at sneaking in the dark?

You have to understand that even if we only talk about these three years, with monthly contacts, in fact, with his suspicion and promiscuity, there is no such person around him.

Because even his most beloved mistress, after sticking to her for as short as three months or as long as half a year, he will force her to stay away for a period of time.

So including enough hatred, enough understanding, skilled in using spells, and wizards with superb skills...

The only one who can meet the above series of labels is probably the person in front of him at the moment.

Anton VI drank the medicine before coming this time, so although his aging face was a little dark, his eyes were still sharp.

"Enough, I'm not here to argue with you!"

With a shout, he approached Meryl a few steps, looking down at her.

"Abuse of witchcraft, murder of the king, Meryl, do you know how many crimes this is?"

However, Mrs. Meryl remained unmoved, just narrowed her eyes slightly, and sneered for a long time.

"You, and the king? What kind of king are you? Is there a useless king like you? What did you promise? What did you protect? What did you do?"

"I..."

Anton VI was speechless again, and could only watch Meryl pace with her hands behind her back, and slowly sat on the rattan chair under the big tree in the yard.

Using magic to boil a pot of hot water, she threw in a handful of flowers and leaves, and then poured it into the cup.

She took a sip, as if to suppress her poisonous tongue with tea, and then spoke again.

"How much is your life worth? Is it enough to exchange it for the lives of your daughter and son-in-law?"

Anton sat opposite her in silence, reaching out to get himself a cup, but she hit his hand hard.

He could only answer while covering his red hand.

"This... I am the king!"

"Yes."

Meryl nodded.

"Then what about the 35,632 warriors who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country, and more than 84,000 kind people who do their best to provide them with logistics and treatment?"

How can you even...

Anton's face changed three times in eight seconds, but in the end he chose like a pleading.

"No, I am... I am the king."

"..."

Meryl did not continue to ask questions this time, but leaned forward and took the initiative to pour him a cup.

"Hehe."

Anton was so happy that he smiled foolishly for a long time before picking up the teacup.

But before he could take a sip, he was almost scared by Meryl's next words and almost threw the cup.

"What about me?"

Well, not almost. After the wrist trembled several times, the innocent cup still fell cruelly to the ground.

With a click, that was the last words of the teacup.

Anton jumped three feet high and jumped back three times.

He pointed at Meryl, his pupils bursting, and squeezed out four words from his teeth.

"You are so cruel!"

Then he trotted back, grabbed her hand without saying anything, and used magic to feel it.

Three seconds, raised his tone again.

"You really cursed yourself!?"

But no matter how loud the voice was, since the two were having a private conversation, Ji Ming could not know the truth behind the three-year curse of the Sun King.

Moreover, he, who had finally sold out the southern coalition, was now riding on his Pegasus in a hurry.

Because it was already the end of April, the date of this year's royal assessment was finally set.

He originally thought that it would be in the middle of the month or even the end of the month as usual, but who knew that this year it would be May 1st, which was very shocking.

"Damn it!"

He had originally wanted to go to the dungeon to take a look, so he had to cancel all his plans and return at the speed of light.

Along the way, he borrowed the teleportation arrays of several great nobles and the cathedral, and it only took three days to return to the capital of the Radiant King.

As a result, before entering Qixia City, he got a big news from the guards chatting at the door.

Just this morning, the Sun King Anton VI used the king's power at the monthly meeting and temporarily added a new motion.

That's right, he wanted to materialize his verbal promise that year and asked for Eleanor to be given a reward quota alone.

This matter is of great importance. As soon as this was said, all the officials changed their expressions, whether they were present or using remote magic.

However, it might be the right time to bring this up now, because if it was more than ten years ago, it would definitely be a one-sided rejection.

At that time, the situation in the capital was treacherous and difficult to determine, and the external environment was difficult to assess. The largest-scale full-scale war on the Yangyue Main Continent since the destruction of the Holy Tree could start at any time.

If the Changge couple, who are at the center of the vortex, are really given a bright future, their only offspring, it would be like adding water to this boiling oil pan, which is simply not going to make it explode.

But now it is more than ten years later, and the interests of everyone present have changed drastically, and naturally they no longer have the same positions as before.

Milin's relationship with the kingdom has eased a lot now, and it has been a long time since he asked about Princess Eleanor.

And the new royal assessment is coming soon, and everyone has their own investment. Even if the hope is slim, they are definitely unwilling to let go.

At least the family behind the Fei brothers and sisters, the Minister of Finance Duke Huguang, who is responsible for the kingdom's purse, will definitely support this motion.

So after the king finished speaking, he immediately expressed his opinion.

"I heard that Princess Eleanor has been giving good lectures on the Holy Mountain recently. She is obviously a talent, and talents should be treated preferentially!"

Although Duke Xiguang, the Minister of Defense, has always been at odds with Huguang, he raised his hand this time.

"Yes, the Duke of Arclight has improved his cultural literacy recently. I support his statement. Princess Eleanor is indeed qualified to obtain further rewards."

There is no way. Although the Xiguang family has nothing to do with the interests of the royal family assessment this year, they were almost kicked out of the power circle of the royal capital because of a far-reaching decision-making error.

It was the Archbishop of the Central Diocese at that time, Teni, who missed the old friendship, took the initiative to help them, so that Xiguang did not fall completely and never recover.

Now that the Archbishop is old, he can breathe less and less. For the sake of Xiguang's face and the reputation of repaying kindness, he must seize the opportunity to repay the great favor this time, otherwise...

Well, if the old lady suddenly dies one day, things will be difficult.

And with the exciting combination of this pair of old enemies, plus the king himself does not seem to be just going through the process, it is obvious that he is determined to push it seriously.

"Ah, right, right!"

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people on the field could only express obedience.

On second thought, I realized that it didn't matter. No matter how big the Changge incident was, it was more than ten years ago. Time was enough to smooth out many things.

And what could a girl who was alone in the realm of royal power and whose foundation was in the church do?

Just give her an ordinary fiefdom far away from the west. It would be convenient for everyone.

In short, due to various reasons, this proposal was passed with a high vote, and the efficiency was even better than those proposals that increased... rights for everyone.

Although such a big thing could not be officially passed with only one vote, after all, good things take time, and there would definitely be two more discussions in the future.

But the first vote was so smooth, and this bottle of champagne was already a toast from the king that had to be drunk.

...So before the college entrance examination started, Student Ai was directly admitted?

When this news came out, the nobles who had no interest in it were very happy. Anyway, no matter which prince succeeded in the tribulation, as ministers, they would go and lick him.

The nobles with relevant interests were also happy because the players they supported still had a chance to succeed in the tribulation, instead of the inexplicable failure of the promise made by King Sanlubi N years ago.

The church was also happy because it had won over another royal noble who was willing to lean towards the church, which was a slight compensation for the series of disasters that had occurred in the southern part of the kingdom before.

The people were even happier because the tragic story of the hero that had been circulating for more than ten years finally had an expansion pack with a relatively good ending today, instead of being single-mindedly attacked by the damn fate.

Then there were the players. What was there to be unhappy about eating melons? Moreover, they could have a new reason to get together and scold these nobles who were really a bunch of living beasts. It was really refreshing.

As for the Deep Forest Kingdom, it did not express any opinion on the matter, but only expressed its eager expectation for the summer harvest in the western part of the Glowing Kingdom this year, which could probably be considered as being happy.

Then everyone was happy, who would be unhappy?

Ji Ming was unhappy.

"No, buddy, I've been running the map for three days, and finally I'm at my doorstep, and you tell me I don't need to come?"

This thing made Ji Ming's blood pressure rise. He didn't even enter the city gate on the spot, and turned around to go back to the Holy Mountain.

As a result, he finally flew to the location, and before he had time to sit down and drink some water to moisten his throat, someone came to knock on his door again.

"It's over, I have a bad premonition."

He hesitated for a while before standing up, and walked to the door quietly with the mentality of wanting to kill someone.

But he found that the person who refreshed outside the door was a strange paladin, and from the feather decoration on the helmet, he was the kind of person who was responsible for delivering letters in the church.

Thinking about it, it might just be a card game invitation from some noble lady or bad nun, just pretend to be dead...

Pretending nothing happened, he opened the door.

"Hello, fellow church member, what can I do for you?"

"Uh, ah! ah!!!"

After abruptly showing his potential as a tenor, the messenger quickly took out a letter from his bag.

"God's Chosen One, there is an urgent letter for you!"

Ji Ming didn't even need to look at the words carefully. He only needed to glance at the design and feel the texture to know that this was the so-called "Wang Ling".

——Damn it, why did this old Deng write me a letter when he had nothing better to do?

Is he thinking he's dying and wants me to inherit his harem in the great artillery tower? Don't disgust me.

But he is the king of a country after all, and Ji Ming can't openly scold him, so he expressed his gratitude to the messenger for his hard work and prepared to scold him behind closed doors.

Who knew that the messenger started singing again, and before he touched the door, he quickly took out a notebook from his bag.

"It's not hard, not hard! Lord God's Chosen, in fact, our whole family is your fan! Can you give me an autograph?"

Ji Ming: "..."

After giving more than 20 autographs to his aunts, uncles, cousins, and younger brothers, Ji Ming, who has become a celebrity in the church, finally had the opportunity to open the letter alone.

The content of the letter was very simple. It was basically that the king heard that Mr. God's Chosen had studied a new subject and was quite interested, so he wanted to invite him to come and give some advice in person, and thank him for curing the disease last time.

But as we all know, the simpler things are often complicated, especially when the real purpose is not written on the surface, it is obvious that it is a deep pit that wants to throw people to death.

Unfortunately, there is no way. Tiger has clearly sent a letter of request for battle. No matter whether Ji Ming is Wu Song or Li Kui's mother, he must go to Mingzhi Mountain.

So after resting on the mountain for a night, the next morning, Ji Ming rode Pegasus and flew to Qixia City.

However, before he arrived at the capital, he met several elite city defense soldiers who were also riding Pegasus, and their attitude was quite polite.

"Lord Chosen, you have obtained special permission to fly into the capital, please follow us."

And the Sun King gave a big show this time. The landing place was not the military "airport" last time.

They flew over the morning commuting crowd in envious eyes and came directly to the sky above the palace before they began to lower their altitude.

Even before landing, you can see a small garden full of people waiting, as if to welcome the leader to come for inspection.

But the smooth journey ended here, because the old butler served Ji Ming some tea and snacks.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Chosen God, His Majesty the King has a morning meeting to attend today, and it will take some time for him to come to see you."

Ji Ming said he understood, but he had already started to complain in his heart.

How could I not know this old guy, Ma Le Gobi, and... and morning meeting, maybe he fainted from overwork while he was still alive.

Who knew that after waiting for half an hour, he really saw the Sun King with a few secretaries, walking and chatting with another extraordinary old man with a big beard into the garden.