Chapter 633
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Dean left the castle with Aisha after dinner. They went straight along the suburbs. Half an hour later, they came to the golden wall that had been built. He looked for a place with weak guards and jumped over the wall. He ran in a certain direction.
Ivette was sitting alone in front of the white waterfall. The torrent of water splashed on the bluestone in front of her. Her eyes were blurred as she looked at the countless splashes of water. She was at a loss but couldn't find the answer.
After a long time she heard footsteps behind her.
She woke up with a start and looked back, only to see her personal maid walking out of the forest.
"Your Highness." The maid was wearing a tiger-skin coat. She respectfully said: "It's so late. Don't you want to go back and rest?"
Ivette's tense nerves slowly relaxed. She looked at the broken water: "You go back first. I'll sit for a while."
The maid looked at her. She wanted to say something but stopped. She silently retreated into the forest. She didn't leave but quietly waited for Ivette.
The silver moon shined on the waterfall. There was a trace of chill in the air.
Ivette was in a daze as she looked at the surging water. Suddenly a light sound came from the jungle behind her. It seemed that a stone had fallen from the tree. She was shocked and immediately turned her head to look. Immediately, she saw two slender figures slowly walking out from the dense forest.
The shadows of the treetops faded away and revealed their faces.
Ivette was stunned as she quietly touched the dagger on her waist. It was a nightmare that she hadn't seen for a long time. She felt suffocated and even forgot to breathe.
"It's you?" Ivette looked at the boy.
Dean quietly looked at her: "How are you?"
"How did you get in? This is our forbidden area!" Yvette's face slightly changed as she whispered, "How did you get in?
"I walked in." Dean answered her and then said: "It seems that you don't have a good time."
Yvette immediately realized the purpose of his visit. There was a trace of alertness in her heart. She whispered: "I'm doing very well."
Dean's eyes were indifferent as he said: "So, how is the matter that I gave you?"
"It's still in progress." Yvette whispered, "Give me a little more time, I'm sure I'll be able to complete it."
"Time is very precious. It's not something you can have." Dean said: "What stage have you completed? Have you become the king?"
Yvette's expression changed slightly. "Not yet. We have to take it slow. We can't rush it …"
"In other words, your father is still here?"
"I …"
"You still can't bear to kill him, right?" Dean's eyes were deep: "In fact, you don't need to kill him. You can force him to abdicate. As long as the goal is achieved, it's secondary to kill him."
How could Yvette not know this? But she also knew that with her father's character, it was absolutely impossible to force him to abdicate the throne, and she could not do it. "Give me a little more time. I have already gotten my father's attention. According to what you said, I have performed very well. After a while, my father will pass the throne to me!"
"I can't wait." Dean indifferently said: "Now you have two choices. First, become the king. I'll help you kill him and settle everything. You just need to listen to my instructions. Second, you and your father will die together!"
Ivette's eyes were moist: "Why? Why are you forcing me like this?"
"You are forcing me."
"I can help you persuade my father. Besides, you are so powerful. You can kidnap my father and make him listen to you. Why do you have to kill him?" Yvette growled with a face full of grief and indignation.
Dean indifferently said: "I'm old and not afraid of death. It's not easy to kidnap someone. I need a person with ambition and desire who is easy to manage."
Yvette looked at him in a daze. She suddenly understood that the boy in front of her was a devil, a cold-blooded and ruthless monster. Instead of begging for his forgiveness, it was better to think of other ways to fight for a glimmer of hope. She took a deep breath and said: "I can help you persuade my father. He will definitely listen to you. If you still don't want to, give me some time. Just one day. I want to try my method."
"There's no point in delaying." Dean coldly looked at her: "I'm very disappointed in you."
"You!" Ivette's eyes were red from anger.
"How many of your brothers and sisters dream of getting such an opportunity? But you don't know how to cherish it." Dean said in a cold voice: "There are many people who are willing to do what you don't want to do."
Yvette's face turned pale, and her voice trembled: "No, I beg you, don't do this, I really can't do it, I can listen to everything you say, but, but … You want me to kill my father, I really can't do it!
"Then you will accompany your father." Dean slowly walked towards her.
Ivette looked at him in horror. Her eyes were full of despair. She knew how powerful this youth was. She couldn't resist him with her own strength.
"You, you are so cruel and insane! Sooner or later you will get retribution!" Ivette cursed in grief and indignation.
"I have gotten all the retribution." Dean looked at her indifferently, "It turns out that cruelty and retribution have nothing to do with each other. It's like you refused me, so you died. If you were cruel and agreed with me, you would live a better life. Can this be considered retribution?" While talking, his big hand slowly stretched out.
Ivette roared in grief and indignation as she waved the dagger towards Dean.
Dean quickly turned his wrist and instantly knocked the dagger out of her hand. Then he lifted her body and pulled her in front of him. He grabbed her neck and twisted it. With a snap, her head was broken and she was silent.
Dean slowly put down her body and threw her into the huge waterfall in front of him.
"Faith has harmed you …" Dean muttered to himself. He slowly turned around and took Aisha's hand. They left the place.
In a luxurious tent on the hill, Ionlar was sitting on a table, burping and wiping his sword. This sword was obtained from a general he killed in the last wall battle. It was of first-class quality, much better than the weapons of the barbarians. The only drawback was that it looked good, but it wasn't durable.
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