Illimitable Until Death

Above the extremely sacred corridor, the sound of the high heels landing on the ground sounded clear, adding a touch of elegance to the surrounding majesty.

Priscilla walked with her head up in front of her, dressed in a peculiar way, towards the terminal of the endless corridor.

Surrounded by a heavily armed guard.

Wearing armor, they held a long gun, like a statue of dignity stationed here, standing there, motionless, even for a moment, enough to show that they were well trained.

And these guards are all betting on Priscilla alone, like Priscilla alone in the whole field, ignoring Al by his side.

Naturally, it doesn't care to walk on the other side.

Compared to Priscilla walking with her head up her chest and a laid-back look to Al, the square is simply walking.

That is, there is no personality, no expectation, just some lack of interest.

After all, Fang Li had no intention of coming here.

“You didn't plan to come here, but you followed your concubine? ”

Priscilla didn't look back, she just covered her lower face with a fan and didn't know what the meaning was.

“Though concubines are so hopeful that the world will certainly satisfy their wishes, concubines thought you would struggle a little. ”

Rumor has it that Priscilla didn't even look at it, but just said it.

“Whatever your factors, even if I leave now, I guess I'll be back here for a variety of reasons in the future? ”

There is some implicit remark: “After all, there are those who hope that the signs of my coming here are so obvious that no one has the strength to guess. ”

For example, the one who gave Priscilla information that she was tracking down.

“So why don't you just abandon your senseless actions and try to break right through whatever trap lies ahead?” Priscilla sarcastically said, "I don't know if I should say you're very brave or very confident. ”

“No, no, no, no.” Al inserted a phrase at this time, in a relaxed tone, saying: “When it comes to boldness and confidence, no one can compare to you, princess, and from this point of view, this brother is indeed a good fit to be your husband. ”

“You're right to say that.” Priscilla concurred: "If it is only a common man who fears an unknown fate ahead, he becomes the husband of a concubine, and finally only the eighth unlucky man. ”

It's hard to imagine what the rumored "bloody bride" said.

“So I said, brother...” Al chucked to the side of the square, with his elbow over the top of the side belly, and said, "You didn't choose to refuse because you were afraid the princess would kill you, did you? ”

He glanced at Al and said, "If you really have the ability to make me feel the fear of death. ”

So without any emotional words, Al shut his mouth on the spot.

Even Priscilla seemed to have an amazing intuition of what she sensed, without turning back, just a smile that could not be seen through.

Soon after, the walkers finally saw the end of the corridor.

There's an incredibly magnificent double door.

In front of the door, a man is watching.

“Been a long time, Lord Priscilla. ”

Pay tribute to Priscilla in the direction.

It was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, equally heavily armed, with no helmet on his head, clearly different from the average guard.

Attitude, not inferiority.

Obviously, this man is not a guard, he is a knight.

Besides, he is a Kingsguard knight directly belonging to the royal family.

Priscilla was just arrogant in the face of this near-guard knight.

“Open the door. ”

When they heard it, they didn't do it, but they looked at each other separately from Al.

Spin, the convenience is to ask.

“Are these two knights of Lord Priscilla? ”

Priscilla answered this question.

“Only the clown over there is my knight, and the other is my future husband. ”

“Husband?” The other party was directly stunned.

“Exactly, husband.” Priscilla naturally said, "The future king's husband in this country is not allowed to say that he cannot enter. ”

The irrational and arbitrary attitude caused the other party to frown directly, and the eyes were obscured and measured in the square.

However, since Priscilla is lazy, she naturally ignores the near-guard knight.

So, convenience is the default sound.

“Please come in. ”

Then the door opened gradually.

What is in front of us is a hall that perfectly fits the word "palace".

There are red carpets on the ground.

The walls are gorgeous and brilliant.

Luxurious chandeliers hang from high ceilings.

At first glance, it's like a dance hall somewhere.

The difference is that the deepest part of the hall is a staircase.

On the high stage, there's a seat.

At the centre of these seats, in the deepest part of the hall, lies a distinctly different position.

That's the throne with the dragon wall behind it.

So, this is the Royal City Hall of Fame.

See the king's lobby.

Almost everyone looked at me as I walked into such a hall.

Only, there are already many people in the lobby.

These people, with the exception of a few individuals, are essentially divided into two factions.

One party wears a white uniform with a knight's sword at the waist.

These are the Knights of the Kingsguard.

There is also a party dressed in tuxedos, which appear to be noble figures.

Cavalier-dominated martial officers.

Civilians dominated by nobility.

The people who are here, the central institution of the pro-Dragon kingdom of Rugnica, make up the high ranking figures of the entire kingdom.

In other words, all the high-ranking dignitaries of the entire pro-Dragon kingdom of Rugnika were present at this moment.

To say what's natural, that's natural.

Because today is precisely the meeting at which the election of the king was announced.

As you can see, in front of the tallest platform in the deepest part of the hall, the people most at the centre of this meeting are fully present.

Inside, there are nobles in military uniforms.

There's a girl in plainclothes.

There's a girl in a dress.

There are also half elves in white robes.

“Fang Li? ”

Her eyes slowly walked in from the outside, and a half elf with silver hair had to cover her mouth with one hand, and a pair of purple pliers filled her eyes with consternation and shaking.

That's Amelia.