A Glass Of Hard Liquor

Chapter 3

The world would not be surprised if the enemy marshal would call him so only by seeing his look or manner, but it did not matter. The world knew only that he had been brought back to the temple, a place he had never stepped on or thought about since he was born.

It was a long journey, and it took two weeks to reach the destination. On the way back, the kingship peeked at the faces of princes in different regions.

No matter how you look at it, the prince has a beautiful appearance.

It was remarkable from the beginning, and a few days later, he was fascinated by the beauty. If this happens in normal happiness, the feeling will be called euthanasia. But because it happened at the time of kingship, this emotion must be restrained and considered inappropriate.

As a giant, both men are ashamed and will become enemies. What kind of euthanasia, what kind of delusion, more puzzling. . .

The kingship no longer cares, and does not even talk about a word. Not only the kingship, but also the world itself wants to talk to him.

No matter who he is, he doesn't want to talk to him!

So neither side knew the other's name, and Villara himself did not tell anyone, and even when asked, he remained silent, maintained an arrogant expression, and did not waver even when he was locked up in prison. Seems to be ready.

So, yes. . . Without victory, there will be such an ending.

But he was executed for nothing but being kept in prison. The king of Prima heard that the young giant brought by the kingship was the son of King Verula. He wants to use it against the enemy.

[Saints are like mole or spy now.]If seven days and seven nights have passed, no one from Verrura wants to recapture this prince. Even the saints lurking in Verulla did not report that King Verulla would have any orders to bring his son back.

Now it is obvious what good it is to treat it as insurance. . .

Without benefits, life does not need treatment.

After seven full days in captivity, on the eighth day, the state of the world became a prisoner of war to be put to death. He was chained and taken out of the dirty prison. Two soldiers who executed the executioner took him to the execution ground at the end of a huge royal base.

The sound of metal wiping kept ringing on the floor, breaking the silence around. Although I never thought it would end like this, I can't blame or blame anyone. All these fruits are due to their arrogance

Arriving at the execution post in the courtyard, the world was forced to kneel before the King, who was sitting on the tabernacle, and wait for the executioner to kill the giant before him.

For they were the seeds of the king, and even if they were enemies of the royal family, they could not be cut off their necks with a sword. They were summoned to the front of the world, they were unchained, their hands tied behind them. Bright red velvet bags were covered over his head and body, and royal blood would not fall to the ground, but what did it matter? When his end is death. He lay on his circumcision mat before the executioner pulled him down.

His sharp eyes gazed at everything in front of him, without any prayer for life, and he knew that it was the king's highest honor to be put to death by sandalwood. And to beg for one's own life is to be extremely humiliated. Although he died, he didn't say a word, so that he could breathe

The world took a breath of air, as if it were going to live for the last time, and suddenly closed its eyelids, and bowed to death, to death, to death, to death, to death, to death, to death, to death.

Anyway, I am a king that no one wants. . .

He mused in his heart, let go of everything, let everything go with the flow, let it go with the flow.

But before the executioner could throw the sandalwood on his head, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice suddenly enter his ears.

"Your Highness... I have something to say."

The voice stopped all action, and the king looked at the man in front of him--the kingship--who was waiting for this punishment, and then he nodded, and let the other go on.

With the king's permission, the opponents spoke in a firm tone.

"I would like to ask for the forgiveness of His Highness Verurra."

"What are you talking about?"

"I... ask the king to pardon him."

The kingship repeated it again, which stunned bystanders.

A great marshal, who had never given up the life of any enemy, now begged the enemy's territory for the life of the king?

It's so strange that the king had to ask.

"Why do you beg for his life?"

"I think it may help me in my future life, at least I can ask something we don't know."

The kingship made his interlocutors think, but his heart never thought of using the world to seize Verulla. He just wants to save the lives of the world. First of all, he has given up the world. I thought my affection for this handsome boy was a temporary affection, but when I saw that the world was about to be punished, my heart was like being squeezed to pieces, and finally I couldn't help it. I have to polish it.

"Do you really think this will work?"

King Prama asked again, and the king nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness, I see it."

King Prama was once skeptical of any of his decisions or suggestions. The kingship brought numerous victories to Prama. He was unambitious, modest and never claimed his royal status. I only like being a marshal in the army of a region.

When the kingship said so, the punishment was stopped. King Proma ordered the executioner to sit the mortal up.

Those who have passed by death are not afraid of death, even if they do not pray for life. Before hearing the king's voice, all feelings disappeared.

"Thank you, King. He is your benefactor."

The world only set its sights on a young giant, who smiled without saying a word.

His eyes were cold and hard, which made the kingship realize that Vanral would not give in to him easily, but it didn't matter. When he finished drinking, some ideas suddenly occurred to him.

"In addition to asking for the king's pardon, I have one more thing to ask for the king's pardon."

"What can I do for you, my grandson?"

"I..." He paused for a moment and looked at the world, which was still staring at him. When he had those charming eyes, the kingship could not help it, and hurriedly expressed his wish. "I would like to invite Prince Verulla as a prize for my victory in this war."