That night, after dinner, dudean took herisa out of the castle and went straight along the suburbs. Half an hour later, he came to the wall of gold that had been built. He found a place where the guard was weak, climbed over the wall and ran away in a direction.
In front of the snow-white waterfall, Yvette sat alone by the edge of the stone, and the rushing water splashed on the bluestone in front of her. Looking at the countless splashes of water, her eyes are a little confused, many recent things, let her heart at a loss, but can not find the answer.
After a long time, her feet behind the sound of a sudden sound.
She woke up with a start, and suddenly looked back, only to see that her maid came from the woods.
"Your Highness." The maid dressed in a tiger skin animal clothes, respectfully said: "the night is so deep, don't you go back to rest?"
Yvette's nervous tension slowly relaxed, took back his eyes, looked at the broken water in front of him, and said in a low voice, "you go back first, I'll sit for a while."
The maid took a look at her and stopped talking. At last, she resisted and retreated to the forest in silence. Instead of leaving, she waited quietly.
Silver moon in the sky, cold light on the waterfall, a trace of cold spread.
Yvette looked at the surging water. Suddenly, a faint hum came from the forest behind him, as if a stone had fallen from a tree. She was startled in her heart and immediately turned her head to look. Suddenly, she saw two slender figures and came out slowly from the dense forest.
The shadow of the treetop faded from the two and revealed their faces.
Everton, who had just quietly touched the dagger in her waist, was stunned. The nightmare in her heart, which had been lost for a long time, seemed to suddenly come to her face and made her feel out of breath and even forgot to breathe.
"Yes, you?" Yvette was staring at the young man.
Duddy looked at her quietly. "How are you?"
Yvette woke up, his face changed a little, and said in a low voice, "how did you come in? This is our forbidden area!"
"Coming in." Dudean said a nonsense, as if to answer her, and then said: "look at you, it seems that you have not been happy."
Yvette immediately realized the purpose of his coming, and with a trace of caution in his heart, whispered, "I've been very well."
Du Di'an's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't study deeply. He said, "well, what's the matter for you?"
"In progress." Yvette whispered, "give me a little more time, and I'm sure it will be done."
"Time is precious. You can't have it if you want it." Duidian said, "what stage is it now? Have you become your king?"
Yvette's face changed slightly. "Not yet. Take your time. Don't be too anxious..."
"So your father is still there?"
"I..."
"You still don't have the heart to kill him, do you?" "In fact, you don't have to kill him. You can force him to abdicate. As long as the goal is achieved, it's secondary to kill him or not."
Yvette did not know this, but she also knew that, with her father's character, it was impossible to force him to abdicate under house arrest, and she couldn't do it. "Give me some more time, I've got my father's attention. According to what you said, I have performed very well. In a period of time, my father will be transferred to me!"
"I can't wait." Dudean said indifferently: "now you have two choices. First, when the king, I will help you kill him, and help you to settle everything. You just need to do your throne well and obey my orders. Second, you and your father will die together."
Yvette was stunned. Her eyes were moist. She said, "why, why do you want to force me like this?"
"You're pushing me."
"I can help you to persuade my father, and you have such a strong power that you can take my father personally and let him listen to you. Why do you have to kill him?" Yvette growled with grief and indignation.
"When you are old, you are not afraid of death. You are not easy to be seized. I need a man with ambition and desire, easy to manage."
Yvette looked at him blankly, and suddenly understood that the young man in front of him was a devil, a cold-blooded and merciless monster. Instead of praying for his understanding, she took a deep breath and said, "I can help you persuade my father. He will certainly listen to you. If you still don't want to, give me some time, just one day, I want to try Try my way. "
"There is no point in delaying." Duran looked at her coldly. "I'm disappointed with you."
"You Yvette's eyes were red with anger.
"How many of your brothers and sisters dream of such an opportunity, but you don't know how to cherish it." "There are plenty of things that you don't want to do," he said coldly
Yvette's face turned white and trembled: "no, please, don't do this. I can't do anything. I can listen to you, but Let me kill my father, I really can't do it! "
"Then go with your father." Dudean walked slowly towards her.Yvette looked at him in horror. Her eyes were full of despair. She already knew how powerful the young man was. With her own strength, she could not resist.
"You, you are so cruel and crazy, you will get retribution sooner or later!" Yvette cried bitterly and cursed.
"I've got all the retribution." Dudean looked at her indifferently. "It turns out that cruelty has nothing to do with retribution. It's like you refused me, so you died. If you were cruel and agreed with me, you would live well. Can this be regarded as retribution?" While speaking, the big hand slowly extended.
Yvette bellowed with grief and anger, and slashed with a dagger.
With a quick twist of her wrist, she immediately dropped the dagger in her hand, then lifted her body, pulled her in front of him, grabbed her neck, twisted it, and snapped her head. Her head was suddenly broken and silent.
Dudean slowly lowered her body into the huge waterfall in front of her and sank.
"Faith hurts you..." Dudean said to himself, slowly turned around, took herisa by the forest, and left here.
In a luxury tent on the hill, Ian Lars sat on the wine table, burping wine while wiping his sword. This sword was captured by him in the last battle of crossing the wall. It was of first-class quality and much better than their savage weapons. The only drawback was that it was good-looking and not durable.
After wiping the sword, he waved it twice. The brush sound was extremely sharp, which made him laugh.
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