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When Hill Fawkes walked into the palace basement, he felt his heart tremble, not out of fear, but out of excitement. Irrepressible excitement.
The flickering light of the torch danced for him, and the echo of his footsteps on the stone floor praised him.
He had never felt that the dark and quiet basement could be so wonderful.
After reaching the bottom floor, Theo searched him again, then patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Go, don't stay too long."
Hill nodded and eagerly walked into the darkness … He passed through a pitch-black walkway, and when he was about to reach the side of the cage, he slowed down. This was a memorable moment, and he wanted to savor it.
Then he saw the murderer of his wife.
False King Timothy Wimbledon.
In an instant, Hill covered his mouth and his eyes were filled with tears... Everything he had done had not been in vain, and the result had come sooner than he had expected.
If his wife could see this scene, she would probably smile too, right?
"Who... is it?" Timothy turned around and eagerly leaned against the railing. "Is it you, devil... Have you changed your mind?"
Hill walked out of the shadows and walked step by step to the cage.
Timothy was slightly startled, and then with a vigilant look, he took two steps back and said, "Who are you? Who let you in! Where is Roland Wimbledon? I want to see him! "
This was the usual high and mighty king.
Hill had only seen Timothy's appearance from a distance at the coronation ceremony. At that time, he was wearing a crimson robe, holding a golden scepter and wearing a bright and luxurious crown. Surrounded by the King's City Knight Troupe, he climbed the platform step by step to accept the coronation. Hill had once hoped that he would be a good king who would let everyone live a peaceful life. However, the ensuing full-scale manhunt had torn the acrobatic troupe and her family apart. All her hopes for the future had turned into bubbles.
But now, he finally tasted the taste of revenge, which was different from the bitterness described in stories. There was neither pity for the enemy nor the emptiness after success. All he felt was sweetness and joy. His heart, which had been dry for a long time, was once again moistened … Unexpectedly, he found that he actually quite liked this feeling.
"I'm Hill Fawkes, Your Majesty." Hill bowed. "A member of the Pigeon and Top Hat Acrobatic Troupe. You can't know me, but I know you."
"…" Timothy's face was cold and he didn't say a word.
He didn't care at all and continued, "The acrobatic troupe originally had seven members, but we lost one because of you. From then on, the remaining six people no longer focused on performing. Instead, they mingled with the rats and taverns to inquire about your movements. After that, they would organize and analyze the information before sending it to Lord Roland. " He paused for a moment. "By the way, we were the ones who sent you the information about your plan to develop snow powder and the forced recruitment of militia to invade the Western Region. I was also behind the sudden closure and relocation of the two saltpeter mines in the suburbs. "
"What are you trying to say?" Timothy narrowed his eyes. "A traitor who is complacent about what he has done? A traitor who betrayed his king and sold his honor in exchange for benefits? I don't know anything about the Pigeon and Top Hat Acrobatic Troupe. Put away your tricks, you untouchable! "
"Benefits? Traitor? No … Your Majesty, I just followed my heart, "Hill said calmly." That companion was my wife. She died in your witch-hunting operation. She was tortured and humiliated in prison, and the murderer's final punishment was only 25 silver royals. "
Timothy's eyes flashed.
"You remember now?" He spread out his hands. "Although the City hall issued three Golden Dragon coins as compensation, what was the use? My wife will never come back. She wasn't a witch, but she died because of you. "
After a while, Hill said, "I didn't do it."
This weak answer was as sweet as honey. If it had been any other time, he would have only received a disdainful sneer.
"At that time, the arrest order was executed by Lanry, your trusted subordinate. Even Steelheart Knight couldn't do anything to him. I just wanted a fair judgment, but the court and the City hall rejected my appeal. This is undoubtedly because you led the operation behind the scenes. "
"No, enough, untouchable!" Timothy couldn't help but growl. "Do you know what you're doing? If the witch-hunting operation only killed your wife by mistake, what you've done is the death of the whole Graycastle! Lord Roland? Idiot, Roland Wimbledon has long been dead! Your master is the real devil, and you decided to serve the devil for a woman? "
"… Really?" Hill raised the corner of his mouth. "When I begged God but got no response, I had already made a vow. As long as I can achieve my revenge, even if I'm the devil, I'm willing to follow him to hell." He put his hand on his chest and saluted. "Goodbye, Your Majesty. It's my honor to be able to add fuel to your destruction. "
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When they reached the entrance of the basement, Theo pointed his chin at him. "Satisfied?"
Hill took a deep breath. "Yes, my Lord. Please take me to see His Majesty."
Climbing to the third floor of the palace, he finally saw the man he had been serving for the past six months. Compared to Timothy, Roland Wimbledon looked much more approachable. Although he had the same gray hair and gray eyes, he didn't have an arrogant temperament that kept people a thousand miles away. He didn't even... look like a royal noble.
"You've been hiding in King's City these days. It's been hard on you." The other party's first words also greatly surprised Hill. "Thanks to your intelligence, I was able to make thorough preparations and take down King's City at the lowest cost."
"No, it's just what I should do."
"Of course, I know you're doing this for revenge. Timothy will soon receive the sentence he deserves. Your goal has been achieved, and you can start a new life from now on. But I hope that after this, you can continue to work for me." Roland stood up and walked in front of him, looking him in the eyes. "There are still many things to do to restore the city to its former prosperity. The rats need to be controlled, and the restless nobles also need to be watched. Theo alone can't handle all of these things. What do you think? You and your acrobatic troupe can get a secret and formal job to protect the people of this city and prevent similar tragedies from happening again. "
"I'm willing, Your Majesty." Hill knelt down solemnly. "Even if you didn't say so, I'd still follow you to the ends of the earth. You've fulfilled your promise, and now it's my turn. "He said word by word," The rest of Hill Fawkes's life belongs to you. "
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