Chapter 295

"Brady, today I give you the right to kill." At this time, Reinhardt looked at the boy next to him and said, "these nobles, you can choose to kill one person, or you can choose to kill ten people. If you kill all of them, there is no problem."

The cold voice spread all over the king's hall. The nobles kneeling on the ground were shocked. They could feel the thick smell of blood coming from Reinhardt's mouth.

"Duke Reinhardt, spare your life. We are willing to be a member of the kingdom of polkalia." Of course, these nobles could recognize Reinhardt, so they immediately cried for mercy.

"Yes, your highness." Young Brady nodded calmly, his eyes have a special light, but there is that kind of youth rarely have empty, and his eyebrows, very light, but there is a special sharp sense.

Reinhardt looked at Brady's performance and nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't disappoint him. In the past three years, he has spent a lot of time to cultivate Brady. Although his strength is not strong enough, he is already a rare good embryo, which will be of great use in the future development.

Deng Deng Deng... At this time, a team of bodyguards came out of the hall. The bodyguards were escorting the king in his fifties into the hall.

"Your Highness, the king of maple leaf has brought it." The head of the bodyguard went to the main hall and bowed to Reinhardt. Reinhardt saw this behind the scenes and nodded with a smile. The bodyguard retreated to Blatter and said hello to Blatter in a low voice.

"King of maple leaf, how are you?" Reinhardt said with a smile. The king saw a group of nobles kneeling on the ground, so he knelt on the ground in horror.

"Can I kill this king myself?" Blatter suddenly pointed to the king kneeling below and said that all the people kneeling below were surprised, especially the king, looking at the long haired boy on the stage in horror.

"You... You... You are..." the king saw it, but he didn't dare to say his name. This young man was the one who missed the net.

"Ready for revenge?" Reinhardt ignored the king's panic and asked. Brady whispered back, "I want to kill the king myself."

Reinhardt didn't answer in a hurry, but turned to look at the nobles kneeling on the ground. The nobles were terrified. They knew that if Reinhardt even dared to kill the king, they would kill none of them. Who didn't know that Reinhardt, the regicide, was a synonym for killing the king and the nobles in Beihai.

"Do you... Want to live?" At this time, the nobles were very happy to hear this sentence.

"Think, think, your highness, spare your life."

Now it seems that there may still be a chance for the nobles to beg for mercy.

"Good." Reinhardt's eyes turned a little. "If you live, then your king will die. How do you choose?"

"We choose to live."

Without any hesitation, the nobles answered this question uniformly. They were not so kind as to sacrifice themselves for the king's life.

"You are a group of disorderly officials and thieves... You have to die." The king yelled in horror, but it didn't work, so he turned to ask Reinhardt for mercy.

"You are the head of a country, but no one is willing to die for you." Reinhardt shook his head and said in a low voice, "you are not qualified as a king. You can't even do such a simple thing as a king. It's a waste of resources to keep you."

Reinhardt's words, for the sake of the king made the final ruling.

Dada dada

Brady stepped gently down the steps and came down from the high platform. He went to Blatter, drew a sharp sword from the guard beside him and turned to the king.

"Your Majesty, have you ever thought that one day I would kill you again?" Brady lowered his head, clenched his sword and stared at the king. "The king of maple leaf died in the hands of the son of the maple maker of maple leaf. Will it be written into a story ten or twenty years later?"

Looking at the performance of the king in cold sweat, Brady laughed, but he thought of all the tragedies he had experienced. All these tragedies originated from the guy in front of him, so he looked a little ferocious and yelled at the king: "you are the king. You have the power of life and death. Even if you are just a little disrespectful, you can kill the person who is disrespectful to you. It is not enough to kill the person who is disrespectful to you, And kill all the people involved, right

"Yes, yes, no, no!"

Brady roared like a vent. The king was stunned by the ferocity and killing momentum in Brady's eyes. He just wanted to open his mouth to answer or beg for mercy, but suddenly he heard a loud sound. Then his throat seemed to be stuck and his body didn't move.

The sharp sword penetrates through the body. When the chest passes through, the blood on the blade and handle of the sword is dripping, like red rain. It can't stop.

"You..." the king looked at Brady in front of him. The boy's face was scarlet, like a devil. He could see red blood in his dark eyes.

Hiss... Brady took two fierce breaths, then pulled out the sword, and the blood sprayed in the hall again. The king died completely.

Looking at Brady, he seemed to be shorting of breath. Reinhardt didn't speak. At this time, the hall was very quiet, and there was no other voice except the young man's breath.

"Your Highness, I'm asking to kill a man." Brady said with his right hand holding the sword dyed red by blood. When he finished, there was a panic among the aristocrats, because they didn't know which one of them the boy was going to kill.

"Let's call it a day." Reinhardt said softly. After listening to these words, the nobles were finally relieved. They all knelt down on the ground and shed tears of gratitude. Did they finally save their lives? It was like relieving all the pressure.

"Don't fall into the hatred of killing." Reinhardt continued, "you have bigger things to do in the future. I don't want my men to be so bloodthirsty."

"It's the Duke. Brady knows." After listening to Reinhardt's words, Brady was shocked. At this time, he regained his mind, looked at the blood in his hand, and directly threw away the sword in his hand. It seemed that he had just entered an extreme state of killing.

The power of anger caused by hatred is really strong enough. At that moment, young people like Brady exude the idea of killing people from the bottom of their heart. Especially, the hatred of revenge reaches the extreme, and the indifference is full of the idea of killing people.