Chapter 293

"Your Majesty!"

The servant outside the door reported, "Captain Olga is back!"

"Oh?" Louis XIX was shocked. "Invite him in!"

As a witness, Olga must know more about the inside story than the spies outside.

Maybe the original Black Feather was not so terrible?

Maybe the Glorious Sun Knights couldn't control the power of God?

Louis XIX was looking forward to it.

When Olga staggered in, Louis XIX hurriedly said, "My Lord Olga! Sit down! "

He wanted to support him to show his magnanimity.

But when he saw the mud and blood stains on him, Louis XIX frowned slightly and pretended to help him up. He did not go over to help him.

Olga did not care. He was really scared out of his wits.

"Not human!"

He trembled and tried to pick up the glass to drink.

But his trembling hands could not hold the glass steadily.

He even held the glass with his right hand and then grabbed his right wrist with his left hand to raise the glass.

But he really could not lift it. As he trembled, the glass fell to the ground and the wine inside spilled all over him.

But he did not care anymore.

"Your Majesty! He is not human! "

Olga shook his head and murmured.

But this was the only sentence he said.

"He is not human …"

Louis XIX frowned.

He wanted to get angry, but it was inconvenient with so many people watching.

After all, Olga was a hero. He could not treat him like this.

But his appearance …

Forget it, I'll just comfort him with some kind words and then marginalize him.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to be changed by Olga, Louis XIX decided to make a joke.

He raised his glass and chuckled. "My Lord Olga, you are not going to say that Black Feather is a monster, are you? But monsters live in the abyss, they have no consciousness. "

Olga, on the other hand, suddenly burst into laughter.

Although he laughed, Louis XIX and the other rising nobles and factory owners felt more and more uneasy.

He laughed out loud at a time when he shouldn't be laughing like this.

Especially when Olga seemed to be scared out of his wits a moment ago, but in the next moment, he was laughing so loudly …

It was too abnormal.

And abnormal would seem strange.

Olga was still laughing.

But the expression on his face was very painful.

He clutched his neck with both hands, and even his nails had scratched his neck until it was bleeding.

But his face was getting redder and redder.

His eyes began to fill with blood.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

His head suddenly began to expand, and two bloodshot eyes protruded out of his eye sockets, just like the eyes of a goldfish.

But he was still laughing.

"Olga?"

Louis XIX asked carefully.

Olga did not respond, still laughing painfully.

Many people around him wanted to help him up, but none of them dared to get close.

Olga laughed for ten minutes..

Olga laughed for ten minutes as if there was no one else around.

Strangely, everyone else was silent. They just looked at him and laughed for ten minutes.

The next second, Olga, Stopped.

Olga's entire body swelled up into a meatball. Blood was still spurting out of the meatball's huge head.

"God."

"Not monster," God.

As soon as he finished speaking, he exploded, just like Cell in Dragon Ball who self-destructed!

More blood than a normal person should have, mixed with fragments of internal organs and broken bones, splattered everywhere!

Blood!

More than ten people who were nearby were shot into sieves on the spot.

Thirty or forty people farther away were also injured. Many of them fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.

Louis XIX, who had escaped with his attendants in front of him, was pale.

Despite the lingering fear in his heart, Louis XIX reacted instinctively.

He ordered the wounded to be treated and said, "Spread the word that Louis XIX was injured by an assassin and will not see any guests for the time being."

He had been acting with great fanfare, and many of the old nobles were secretly on guard.

He could take advantage of this opportunity to lower their vigilance.

Louis XIX planned to not go anywhere for the next three days. He would just watch the bustle outside.

Fight, the harder the better.

It would be easier for him to clean up.

Thinking about it, Louis XIX was lost in thought.

He didn't know what Ms. Nora was doing.

After he cleaned up everything in three days, he could marry Ms. Nora openly, and she would no longer be unable to show her face in public!

At that time, she would rule France with him!

And he would make France great again!

At that time, Madam Nora would definitely worship him.

…

"Ksira, are you leaving?"

In the queen's bedroom, Nora was like a child on Ksira's lap, looking up at her.

"No, I won't leave until three or four days later."

Ksira gently stroked Nora's light blonde hair, as if she was coaxing a child. "Don't worry, little Nora. I will wait for you to leave."

She wouldn't stop Nora if she wanted to die.

She was just a witness.

She witnessed the blooming and then withering of every witch.

Witches were all like this, like flowers.

Gorgeous, but short-lived.

"Well …"

Nora hummed softly and asked, "Ksira, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead. I'll listen first." Ksira didn't say whether she would agree or not.

"Can you introduce your disciple to me?" Nora asked carefully.

Ksira raised an eyebrow. "You used your ability?"

"Well …"

Nora was a "Charm Witch."

She could dominate others to a certain extent.

Others didn't know the specific extent.

But she must have used her ability to know the fact that the "Primeval Black Feather" was Ksira's disciple.

Ksira didn't think of hiding it.

Although she didn't say anything.

"You want to use him? That won't do. "Ksira whispered, her fingers gently brushing Nora's throat.

Although her voice was gentle, Nora still shivered subconsciously, and goosebumps appeared on her neck where Ke Xiela's fingers had brushed past it.

"No, I'm not using him." Biting her lower lip, Nora said boldly, "Or should I say, helping each other. I want him to do me a favor, and I will return the favor."

"How do you want to return the favor?"

Ksira didn't say anything. Her fingers continued to gently brush Nora's perfect face, her lips, the bridge of her nose, and her delicate golden eyebrows.

"I just … I just hope that he can destroy everything of the French nobles after the matter gets out of hand, and protect the civilians."

Nora bit her lower lip. "My revenge shouldn't involve more innocent people."

"Oh … Little Nora is really cute ~" Ksira couldn't help but chuckle.

This queen was too self-righteous.

Perhaps she had played a role in fanning the flames in the dark, but many innocent people had died.

More people would die later.

And the conflict between civilians and nobles, as well as capital, had reached an irreconcilable state.

This had nothing to do with her anymore.

"I can help your disciple improve his strength." Nora laid out her conditions. "If the cursed child and the witch devour each other … they can become stronger.

"I just want him to kill me after the nobles and factory owners die, and finally after Louis XIX is sent to the guillotine.

"I don't want to be humiliated before I die, so it's better for him to do it. He's' Black Feather, 'a symbol. The extravagant and lascivious French queen should also die in his hands.

"And if he kills me, he can also devour my witch's power."

Ksira was silent for a while, and said faintly, "I will contact him to come and meet you. After that, it's up to him to decide. I'm just a witness, that's all. "

"Of course." Nora smiled, and then buried her devastatingly beautiful face into Ksira's arms, and murmured, "Ksira, you're so gentle …"

Ksira patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

She was even humming an inexplicable lullaby.

Everything was very warm.