The queen and princess died. After eating a sumptuous dinner, they were poisoned by the juice of a kind of bitter grass in the Kane continent.

Although it is called bitter grass, its juice is sweet.

Maybe the person who named the bittersweet had an ulterior motive.

Xiwei left the kingdom's treasure house, and the property here will be packed and transported back to Winter City.

As for staying in Dragon Fire City?

Xiwei had never thought about it this way. Not to mention that Dragon Fire City had become ruins, and his base camp itself was in the Eagle Territory.

And the Eagle Territory is at the center of the entire northern continent, so compared to Dragon Fire City.

Winter City is more suitable as a royal city.

As for the shortcoming of being close to the orc empire, it was nothing. Sooner or later, he would have to settle accounts with the orcs.

"Do you think you'll win like this?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the main hall of the palace, a young man burst into hysterical laughter.

Xiwei walked around a palace wall and walked into the hall, where he saw two crusaders escorting a young man in gorgeous clothes.

This young man looks quite noble and looks somewhat like the eldest prince.

Who else is the second prince Bainigren?

At this time, the second prince was shouting with red eyes and a ferocious look on his face, like a wild beast caught in a trap struggling to its death.

"I'm telling you Xiwei Golden Lion! Don't think you can just sit back and enjoy this country like this!"

"Your brother Hitler is already on his way here. Maybe he has arrived at Dragon Fire now..."

"Lord!" As if to confirm the second prince's words, a messenger rushed into the palace and reported solemnly:

"Lord! A large number of troops were found one mile outside the city. They came with bad intentions. There are about more than 20,000 troops!"

"Hahahaha, Xiwei Golden Lion, are you dumbfounded?"

The second prince laughed wildly, his eyes full of luck and resentment, and he said seductively:

"Hitler is my man. If you don't kill me, you still have a chance to survive. How many troops do you still have after the war? Can you stop the elite of the Golden Lion Territory?"

Xiwei smiled slightly when he heard this, looked at the second prince as if he were looking at a bed bug, waved his hand and said to the two crusaders:

"Take him out and kill him, that's disgusting."

"What?! Don't you understand me? Don't you want to live?"

The second prince, Bainigren, struggled hard, his bloodshot eyes full of disbelief.

"Don't kill me, please, I am the second prince, you can't kill me, you can't..."

The second prince was afraid. He knelt on the ground and begged, trying to crawl to Xiwei's feet, but the two Crusaders had already dragged him out of the palace like a dead dog.

"Xiwei Golden Lion, you have to die...just wait, wait, I will wait for you in hell, hehehe...hahahaha..."

The second prince's voice gradually faded away, and Xiwei turned around and sat on the high throne with no expression.

What he likes most is this kind of 250 for selling teammates.

After a while, there was a "click" outside the palace, followed by the sound of footsteps, and a crusader returned to the palace carrying the second prince's head.

"The mage comes out."

The indifferent voice sounded in the palace, causing the surrounding subjects to tremble like quails.

The atmosphere gradually became stagnant, and just when Xiwei was getting impatient, a middle-aged man wearing a mage's robe walked out uneasily.

Antonio knelt on the ground with his head buried deeply, looking submissive.

He is already the last magician in Dragon Fire City. If he hadn't had a stomachache during the battle, he would probably have no ashes by now.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"Ice the great prince's head, follow my knights, and spread the word throughout the kingdom."

"Don't think about running away. You can't escape. Just cooperate with me and I'll give you a chance to work for me."

Antonio was so impressed when he heard this, his lips trembled and he said:

"Praise to your kind leader... Your Majesty the King, your subordinates will not run away and will definitely do their best to complete the task."

"Yeah." Xiwei snorted lukewarmly, indicating that Antonio could leave.

One thing he said was that His Majesty the King really enjoyed listening to it.

There are also some people gathered under the palace. Their identities are very complex, including knights, nobles, and alchemists, and among them are many close associates of the King of Cologne.

But now is not the time to deal with these cronies. He still has some things to ask his cheap father, the Duke of Manhattan.

As early as when Xiwei entered the palace, Manhattan had been waiting next to the throne for a long time.

At this moment, this old gentleman with a gray beard and a Sky Knight rank was standing behind Xi Wei with a smile and stroking his beard.

He looked at his second son, his eyes not only showed the love of a father for his son, but also a kind of proud pride.

I think back then I just wanted to join the team and become a noble, but I didn't expect that the Pope would pick me up.

What I didn't expect was that my second son was even more violent. He actually overturned the table and set up a new table.

"Father, I should now..."

Xiwei originally wanted to ask how to deal with Hitler. After all, Hitler was his own brother and the eldest son of Manhattan. Whether he killed him or imprisoned him, he had to take into account his cheap father's ideas.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Manhattan.

He looked at Xiwei with a smile, a faint cold light flashed in his eyes, and said nonchalantly:

"Xiwei, I know what you want to ask, just let this bitch come."
Chapter completed!