Mage Veigar

Chapter 375 The Way of the King
A qualified king.

He needs to hold great power, make the best use of resources, make the best use of people's talents, clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments, accommodate everything with an open-minded attitude, be loved by the common people and loyal to his subjects. This is what people generally call a wise ruler.

It can gain the respect of most people.

When a crisis comes, your subjects will not only not blame you, but will also voluntarily fight for you.

If you can't be a wise ruler, then at least be a tyrant!
That’s right, it’s the tyrant!
They were in power and acted on their own. They would reward those who they approved without merit and would not punish those who made mistakes. But even so, no one dared to disobey their opinions, because those who disobeyed would be dead. Whether they were civilians or officials, they had to either submit or die.

They are militaristic and violent.

In their land, no discordant voices are allowed, and all rebels must be conquered. They are gods, their words must be enforced, and their will must be obeyed absolutely.

Those who hate them wish they could chew their flesh alive, but there is nothing they can do.

Those who love them are willing to die for them.

If a tyrant is defeated in a war, he will be despised by all the people. However, as long as he has not failed, even at the last moment before his death, no one would dare to say no to such a king.

Humans are naturally bullies.

Even if a tiger leaves the mountains and lands on the plains, it is definitely not something a little cat dares to challenge.

But unfortunately, Shia has neither.

She had just become a king and had not yet adapted to this identity. No one regarded her as a wise ruler, and no one regarded her as a tyrant. Most people just regarded her as a little girl.

So when the crisis hit, the whole city panicked.

King Xia has become the target of his subjects' venting. Everyone imposes their own fears on Xia. They shift the blame to others through accusations, questions, vetoes, opinions... in order to seek pitiful comfort in their hearts.

What can Xia do?
If she is a wise ruler, her subjects will not feel comfortable criticizing her; if she is a tyrant, she can act recklessly and willfully. However, she is neither of the two, but she is not completely without a solution, and that solution is Veigar.

The violence is horrifying.

A strong man is awe-inspiring without being angry.

When a devil covered in blood walked out of hell, the living people consciously made way for him.

Although this devil looked about 13 years old, still a child, the cold sword in his hand, the red blood stains on his face, and the fishy smell on his body all indicated that this "dwarf" had just fought a great battle.

It is unknown how many people were massacred.

But the murderous aura around him made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.

Meet his eyes for a moment.

It makes people feel like they are in a hell of corpses and blood. Those are a pair of eyes of the god of death that are indifferent to everything. It seems that in these eyes, life... is not worth mentioning.

Da da da--

As this bloody 'devil' walked closer step by step, the crowd gradually quieted down at some point, and the only sound left at the scene was the echo of these terrifying military boots.

Da da da--

It seemed as if the military boots were not knocking on the ground, but trampling on their hearts, causing everyone present to feel a strong sense of fear. If he took a step forward, they would have to give way.

Hey!
The sound finally stopped, but the place where it stopped was the woman carrying the basket of eggs.

"You, you...what do you want to do."

The woman became nervous. She didn't dare to look the child in the eye. She even stuttered when she spoke. Although she pretended to be aggressive, her trembling legs betrayed her fear. She couldn't move away.

No words were spoken.

Still no words.

But even though he said nothing, the hearts of everyone present were tense and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Although no one would admit it, they were indeed afraid. Afraid of this child.

Fear of the violent power of this child.

Tick ​​tick tick——

As time passed, the child slowly raised the sword.

He raised it slowly. This movement was several times slower than the slow motion in the movies. An ordinary person, no, even a dying old man, could easily dodge this sword.

But the woman did not move.

Fear made her unable to move even a step, and a warm feeling even flowed down her thighs to the ground.

She looked pitiful and terrified, and helplessly asked for help from the people around her, but no one dared to step forward, and no one dared to speak a word on the woman's behalf.

Although it's just speculation.

But their intuition told them that anyone who dared to say another word would go to hell before this woman.

flutter!
Even if it was slower, the sword still landed on the woman's neck. A head with fear in its eyes rolled to the ground, and the blood-red arterial fluid added another layer of blood red to the child's face.

Protest? Blame? Curse? Riot?
No, not one!

No one dared to say a word or question him in front of him, and they didn't even dare to move their bodies without permission, for fear that any tiny movement would upset the child and cost them their lives.

Glancing at the stone tablet.

A hint of sneer appeared on the face of this 'devil'.

If she had removed the blood stains and dressed up nicely, this smile would have been as bright as spring. But unfortunately, in everyone's eyes, this smile was the devil's mockery and the devil's grim smile.

He came to the tombstone.

He turned around and glanced at everyone with a look that was more of a contempt than a mockery, then raised the cross sword in his hand again, and this sword undoubtedly struck the tombstone.

boom!
Although this tombstone was made of hard granite, it was as fragile as tofu under the blade. It shattered into pieces and the words on the tombstone were no longer in shape.

After destroying the monument.

Vega took out a clean handkerchief from his body, which was in stark contrast to his dirty appearance. He gently wiped the tears from Xia's cheeks, and then spoke to Xia for the first time so far: "There is no grave for you here."

An arrogant and unruly expression.

Undoubted words.

It's like a supreme tyrant trampling on the truth.

"I know you're still here."

A contemptuous yet arrogant voice came out of Vega's mouth: "Go back and tell your master that I am Vega! Vega Kareni is back! I allow him to make one last useless struggle with his humble courage, pitiful self-confidence, and foolish expectations."

silence.

The scene was silent, and Wang Guojun seemed to be hoping for a lucky break and did not move a step.

He raised his right hand slightly, threw out the long sword, and a strong man fell to the ground on the spot.

"Don't test my patience!"

"Otherwise, I will let you know what cruelty is."

As Vega finished his last words, four or five people in the crowd fled in panic, as if there was some ferocious beast behind them.

(End of this chapter)