King Roy, who has always been in good health, fell ill without any warning. This caught many people off guard, and both the royal family members and ministers fell into anxiety.
"Your Highness, you are a little absent-minded today!" Although the king was seriously ill, he still insisted that Joshua not delay his studies. But Geraint saw that Joshua now had no intention of continuing to practice swordsmanship.
"Is your father's illness serious, Geraint?" Joshua was very worried about his father.
"His Royal Highness, His Majesty the King has always been in good health. We believe he will not fall down like this." Geraint looked at Joshua.
"You lied, Geraint!" Joshua suddenly said excitedly, "I heard the priests say yesterday that my father's condition is very bad now."
"Your Highness, our King asked you not to neglect the study of swordsmanship even when he was seriously ill. Do you want to disappoint him?" Geraint asked in return.
"I...I..." Joshua was speechless for a moment.
"Quick, pick up the wooden sword in your hand, be fearless like a man and face all challenges." Geraint said to Joshua.
"I understand what you said, thank you, Geraint." Joshua gradually calmed down and raised the wooden sword in his hand again...
"Is there any progress in His Majesty's illness?" Byron looked worriedly at King Roy, whose breath was getting weaker day by day, and asked the priest.
"Lord Byron, we have tried every means in the past few days, but the king's illness has not improved at all. We have now posted notices throughout the city, paying a lot of money to hire people who can cure His Majesty the King's illness to enter the palace." The priest.
replied.
"I hope there will be good news soon. His Majesty the King will trouble you." With that, Byron left the palace.
Worried about the king's condition, and having to deal with a lot of government affairs in the Kingdom of Reims recently, Byron has been in a state of fatigue. As soon as he returned to his official residence, he had to review some official documents from all over the country, and unknowingly he was sitting on the chair
Fell asleep.
"Where is this?" When Byron woke up, he suddenly found himself in a dark and closed space. There were walls all around, and he didn't look alive at all. Only a series of strange sounds reached his ears.
"Where is this place and who is making that noise?" Byron drew his sword from his waist and shouted.
"Hahahaha..." Suddenly a burst of terrifying laughter came from the space, "The whole world is about to be shrouded in darkness. Descendants of Light, your end is coming."
"Who are you, where are you, come out quickly!" Byron shouted, waving the holy wall.
"Wall of the Kingdom, how long can you guard the Descendants of Light? Hahahaha!" Suddenly a puff of black smoke appeared in front of Byron accompanied by a sinister smile. This voice and the black smoke made Byron confused.
A feeling of familiarity.
"No matter who you are, I, Byron, will never let you succeed today." Byron raised the holy wall and shouted at the black smoke in front of him.
"Hahahaha! Do you still have to fight to the death?" The black smoke suddenly expanded and turned into a demon's head, opening its bloody mouth and rushing towards Byron.
"Ah!" Byron shouted and slashed at the bloody mouth with his sword.
Suddenly, Byron's whole body shook and he found himself sitting on a chair at home. It turned out that everything just now was just a dream.
"Is it a dream or a omen?" Byron thought thoughtfully.
Geraint and Joshua finished the day's practice and left the palace. When he was riding a horse and walking on the street, he found that many people were whispering and talking together.
"Hey, man! Did you see the notice that was posted today? His Majesty the King seems to be sick!"
"Yes, I heard that the priests are unable to do anything. Now they are looking for someone in the city who can cure the king's disease."
"The king's body has always been strong and strong. How can he be sick just because he is sick?"
Geraint began to pay attention to some people's conversations.
"I heard a big secret." Someone suddenly said.
"What secret?"
"You must not tell anyone. It's the secret about why the king got sick."
"Why are you sick?"
"I heard that His Majesty the King was poisoned. This poison is very rare and no one can cure it."
"Really! So has the murderer been found?"
"Many people suspect that Lord Byron, the leader of the Golden Dragon Knights, was responsible for the poison." The man said.
"Don't make such jokes. Lord Byron is the king's younger brother, and has always been loyal to His Majesty the King."
"Yes, Lord Byron is brave and kind. He said he would poison the king so that a sow could climb a tree."
"No, no, no, please listen to me. I heard that Lord Byron was bewitched by a book called "The Book of Holy Magic" and was controlled by evil power. In order to seize the throne, he poisoned the king, and the poison was
I learned it from that book."
"That makes sense. By the way, I heard some shocking news today. Some people say that Prince Joshua is actually the illegitimate son of Lord Byron and the Queen. You see, Lord Byron has taken control of the country while the king is seriously ill.
, it seems that once the king passes away, he will be the next king." Someone else whispered there.
"No wonder! Prince Joshua is only a few years old. The king is already old, but he has a son in his old age. This is a bit strange. If Prince Joshua is the illegitimate son born of the queen's affair with Byron,
, this makes sense.”
"What are you talking about?" When Geraint heard this, he suddenly became furious, grabbed the collar of the person closest to him and shouted loudly.
"It's Lord Geraint..." When everyone saw that it was Geraint who appeared, they all ran away, leaving only the man caught by Geraint.
"Tell me, why are you spreading rumors here to frame Lord Byron?" Geraint asked viciously at the rumor mill.
"Sir, this is none of my business. I heard what others said. Please let me go." The man begged Geraint.
"Then tell me, where did these rumors come from?" Geraint asked again.
"I don't know. Anyway, many people in the floating city say so. I heard that even other knights say so." The man explained hurriedly.
"Next time I hear you people spreading such rumors, I will definitely put you all in jail. Be careful." Geraint loosened his grip on the collar.
"Lord Geraint, I will definitely not follow them around and spread rumors again." The man ran away while talking in a panic, and turned his head from time to time to look at Geraint's position.
"In the past few days when the king has been ill, rumors have spread all over the city. I have to report it to Lord Byron quickly." Geraint thought to himself, "This must be some conspiracy of some people with ulterior motives."
"Black smoke? Sound? Why does it feel so familiar?" Byron thought about the dream just now.
"Lord Byron!" A rapid voice interrupted Byron's thoughts.
"It turns out to be Geraint, why are you so panicked today?" Byron asked.
"Sir, on my way home today, I heard a lot of rumors about you." Geraint was a little excited.
"Well, what rumor?"
"They said that His Majesty the King's illness was caused by your poisoning, and that you wanted to usurp the throne. And even more outrageous, they said that His Majesty the Prince is the illegitimate son of you and the Queen." Geraint described what he just heard on the street.
everything of.
"It's definitely not a simple matter for such rumors to spread at this time." Byron patted the table and stood up and said, "Could the dream just now be a warning to me?"
"What dream did you have, Lord Byron?" Geraint asked hurriedly.
"With this sound and this black smoke, I finally understood what was going on." Byron suddenly thought of something, "Let's go, Geraint. Let's go to the palace quickly to see what old Al's suit was.
Things are indeed not that simple. I have few remaining questions, but I don’t know if there is a chance to confirm them.”
Byron quickly headed towards the palace, with Geraint chasing after him: "Lord Byron, I didn't fully understand what you said!"
In a dark secret room in the royal city, a thick ancient book was unfolded on a stone table. This "Holy Magic Book" that should have been sealed actually appeared in a corner of the royal city.
"Byron, even if you know the truth, it's already too late." A mysterious man in black robes appeared in the secret room again.