He's in Love with the Devil.

Chapter 4: The Eyebrows of Assassination

While the Chief of the Inner Court was having an audience, Zhu Chi flipped through the collection of books that recorded the history of the Rogaland Empire.

In fact, the Castle of Mourne where he was now located was, to a certain extent, also his "burial place".

The devil's gift to him was a copy of Pourland I's fate line. If we follow the original path, on the seventh day after the execution of the Duke of Platinum, the king will be assassinated. In this assassination, the king will lose his eyes.

A blind man is not qualified to rule a kingdom.

Three months later, a coup d'état took place in the royal city, which was used as a reason for the citizens, who were disgruntled with the tyrant's rule, to oust the king from his throne. Four months later, by the will of the Papacy, the great nobles tried Pourland, and he was hanged in front of the Tower of Mern - in the same place where he had been killed by his uncle.

This fate line looks very useful.

In the normal way of thinking, it is natural to learn what happens in the future and avoid it.

But Zhu Chi did not forget that this was a gift from the devil.

Just as it was not stated in the fate line that the summons to Pourland to cancel the death penalty was intercepted, there were many things it deliberately blurred the real reason: what were the identities of the assassins? Who assigned them? ...... All the crucial information is hidden or even deliberately misrepresented.

--This is a classic "gift from the devil".

If Zhu Chi really relies on this line of fate, then he is the number one fool.

The crisis is not over yet. After saving the Duke of Buckingham, he must immediately find out who his enemies are and where the assassination a few days later came from.

"Your Majesty, the Duke ......"

The chief steward of the inner court wanted to speak.

Rushing from the palace to Mourne, the Inner Courtier thought it was just another arbitrary act by the King. Upon arriving at the castle and seeing the high guillotine, the Inner Courtier's soul was scared out of his mind. If the king hadn't come all the way here in such a hurry, the Duke of Buckingham's funeral would have been held by now.

--His Majesty had anticipated that someone would dare to intercept the summons.

The Chief Steward of the Inner Court could not help but feel a little hopeful that His Majesty was not completely foolhardy. But now, the king's simple "no see" instantly made him realize that the king, as usual, was not reasonable at all.

Zhu Chi indeed did not want to see the Duke of Buckingham.

For one thing, it is not true that he terminated the death penalty, but it is also true that Pulan ordered the execution of his uncle. The relationship between uncle and nephew was actually still very awkward. Secondly, Zhu Chi has not thought about what attitude to face his nominally closest uncle, especially the other party is indeed loyal to "him".

Zhu Chi did not have no relatives, but most of them hoped that he would die earlier.

He had made a deal with the devil, and they were partly to blame - the more they wanted him dead, the more he wanted to live.

The inner court chief stood with a bitter face, not moving.

"Mr. Chief Steward, are you deaf?"

Zhu Chi raised his head, his icy blue eyes looking at Mr. Chief Steward standing in the doorway without a smile.

"Do you need me to say it again?"

"No ...... don't need to ......" The inner court chief steward's face became even more bitter, a look of dilemma.

"Do not embarrass your poor Mr. Chief Steward any further."

A low voice rang out with a bit of time-honored toughness. Behind the Chief Steward of the Inner Court appeared the figure of the Duke of Buckingham, still wearing the pitch-black robes from the morning's execution, his snow-white hair hanging over his shoulders. For an old man, his pale blue eyes were excessively shrewd and sharp.

It wasn't hard to understand why Pullan was so repulsed by his only uncle, who seemed extraordinarily stern.

Wish Chi closed the book and locked eyes with the old man standing in the doorway.

Sandwiched between the two men, the Chief of the Inner Court's face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Your Majesty."

The Duke of Buckingham did not avert his eyes.

Zhu Chi waved his hand for the inner court governor to retreat, which was a tacit approval of the Duke of Buckingham's audience.

The Duke walked into the room with the warmth of the fireplace, and he sat down a little farther away from the King to avoid bringing the cold air that had not dissipated from his body to the King.

Zhu Chi noticed that the Duke of Buckingham did not look very good.

He was, after all, an old man, and had been imprisoned in the infamous Tower of Mourne for a month, of which Poulain had not visited him once. Whether as king or nephew, this was too heartless.

"Walter rolled out of Mern?"

Blessed Chi lowered his head and opened the book without looking at the old Duke.

"Earl Walter is the nephew of Cardinal Chesmin, who has been trying to convince the Pope to excommunicate you from Holy Orders for the last month." The Duke of Buckingham replied, "It is not a wise thing to anger the Pope."

"Excellent." Blessed Late said, "Just in time to confiscate the clergy's property land to come up with the 20,000 pounds ransom."

The Duke was silent.

Blessed Chi finally looked up to gaze at him. The fire in the fireplace shone in his face, and the old man seemed to look even older at the mention of his captive son.

"Your Majesty, I can vouch for John, he is absolutely loyal to you."

The old Duke replied.

Zhu Chi closed the heavy book with a snap.

The old Duke watched him silently, not just as a courtier watching a king, but as an old man watching his juniors.

He was suddenly irritable.

"And you?"

Ice cold, he asked the question in a sharp tone.

"Are you loyal to me?"

"Yes."

The aging old Duke stood up, dropped to one knee in front of the teenage king, and performed a knight's salute in which he swore his allegiance.

"I am forever loyal to you."

The fire in the fireplace crackled, the chill of midwinter mixing with the warmth of the fire in the air. Blessed Chi pressed his hand a little harder on the page.

The old duke stood up and leaned over to embrace his nephew, who sat stiffly in his chair. He gave the boy king the blessed kiss that should have been given by his father.

"Sorry."

Blessed Chi said softly, for the Pulran who had all the care he didn't have but didn't know how to cherish it.

"The king will bless you."

The old Duke whispered, the late King he spoke of was Pulran's father, William III, who had died young.

Blessed Chi opened his hand rustily and embraced the old man.

..................

Neither Zhu Chi nor the Duke of Buckingham were people who were used to expressing their feelings. The embrace that symbolized reconciliation was soon over, and the two deliberately refrained from recalling the scene that they had just called warm.

The old duke did not forget the purpose for which he had come to have an audience with the king.

"I have come to ask for your pardon."

"For John?"

"No, for my presumptuous subordinates." The old Duke sighed, "They have plotted a treacherous assassination that was to be executed in a few days. I beg you to punish them severely."

Zhu Chi looked at the Duke of Buckingham.

"Would you be willing to meet them?"

Blessed Chi rubbed the back of his book; he seemed to have found the brow of the assassination that had caused Pourland to lose his eyes. He nodded slightly.

The old duke clapped his hands together and ordered sternly, "Get your ass in here."