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When Amandina heard the sound, she only felt blood flowing into her brain. Although she had expected it, she couldn’t help but tremble. Warlock Sadr knocked on the table, and the door opened itself. Amandina looked up and looked out at the door. The anger looked like two sharp long swords and stabbed the man.

The people outside the door apparently did not expect that they would meet such two terrifying eyes, and could not help subconsciously take a step back.

But when he sees who the owner of this gaze is, his face can’t help but change: “How is it?”

“Who is she?” Amandina hadn’t had time to open her mouth. Warlock Sadr, who had a bad premonition, had already asked for it. He sat motionless in one’s own position, his face was clouded and terrifying.

The one who came is Makarov.

The belly of this royalist, the crafty fox of Lantolian, the confidant of Cannnon Archduke –

The traitor was wearing a gray fur coat at the moment, and the cashmere cap on his head was covered with dew, rain and snow. The riding boots were covered with semi-dry soil, which seemed to arrive at the light castle soon. A short road has not yet had time to rest.

Amandina looked at his sad look, and couldn’t help but sneer, dignified Aouine’s courtier, who was showing such a cautious, swaying look, where is there a little royalist leader?

This is the lifelong pursuit of this person?

If you really want to be benevolent.

“Adult, something went wrong,” Makarov certainly understood what the other person’s eyes meant, but deliberately turned a blind eye and replied with a respectful remark: “This is not Her Highness the Eldest Princess, she is the mistress of Count of Tonigel, and it is also a very A powerful woman.”

“I didn’t expect you to be such a villain, Makarov,” Amandina looked at the traitor, coldly started talking: “You betray Her Highness the Princess, and also tarnish my relationship with Lord Thane, you think everyone is like Are you as dirty as you are, and you still have her face called Her Highness the Princess.”

Makarov was just about to talk about irony, but he heard Warlock Sadr screaming in a sigh of relief: “Give me shut up!”

He suddenly extended the hand, a lightning bolt coming out of his fingertips and hitting Amandina’s chest. Amandina screamed, only feeling that she had collided with a bookcase, and the pain in the vest came, and the bookshelf had been overturned on her. The book fellily and buried her underneath.

The blood immediately came out from all over, and there was a salty taste in her mouth. She coughed weakly twice and felt that she almost passed out. But then she heard Warlock Sadr’s voice say: “You better give me an explanation, Makarov.”

“Big, adults…” Makarov resisted the uneasiness and argued: “…I don’t quite understand.”

“People are grabbing my hands, but things are for you, do you think that my men dare to deceive me?” Warlock Sadr sits in one’s own position, the gloomy face is like a cloud of storms “Now we caught the person, you told me that she is not the Her Highness the Princess?”

“Adult…I understand…” Makarov swallowed and tried his best to understand the problem: “Can you show me?”

Warlock Sadr coldly snorted, throwing a jewel in the hand, that is the Goering gem used by the Bansiya to verify her bloodline when she captured Amandina.

Makarov took the jewel silently and observed it carefully – this jewel was originally part of the Lion Heart Holy Sword, which was inlaid on the weight hammer of the Holy Sword by the first generation of the foundry sword as a symbol of Aouine’s kingship.

Later in the Battle of Balta, the gems were lost from the sword, and Knights regained it after a year; after that, First King Eicht used it to create a crown that has always been the treasure of the Sifah family.

After the demise of the Sifah dynasty, the crown symbolizing the kingship naturally came to the Corcova family. Its last owner was Oberg VII. Before the faint old king died, he entrusted the crown to royals. ―In fact, this crown has always been kept in the hands of Makarov and Oberbeck.

Makarov looked at the jewel that exuded the rays of light, and looked over and over for a long time but couldn’t see it. He vowed that this jewel must be a true Goering gem. How could this be a problem?

For a while, this traitor took the jewel and doubts head. Looking at his expression, Warlock Sadr understands that this is in vain. Time: “Do you want to say that I made a mistake?”

“Adult, I…” Makarov’s cold sweat is really down. He may still be a personal thing in Aouine, but in front of the Sasaarland people, this identity is not worth mentioning.

He was preparing to find a statement to explain, but it was at this time that a hoarse sneer came from under the overturned bookshelf: “…Mr. Warlock, why should you let him continue to deceive you?”

Makarov subconsciously turned back.

He saw ‘hua’ and the bookshelf was pushed away by a pair of weak arms.