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Skirt-lifting maniac: This is a meme, a racist meme. It says that when American farmers bought slaves from Africa, their main task was to pick cotton.

Fairy Chi Lian: So that’s how it is. Maybe it’s like being a tenant farmer?

Lazy Kitten: You could say that.

In that era, the status of American farmers was almost equivalent to that of Chinese landlords. Farmers relied on the flesh and blood of black slaves to sustain themselves, while Chinese landlords absorbed nutrients from their tenants.

It can be said that they have the same purpose.

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Uncle, there's not a single black person on my farm, not a single black person! Damn it, I'm not a white supremacist racist!

Book Artist: But there is an evil god on your farm, and you make the evil god work as a slave.

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Damn it! Are you a member of some evil human rights council? This guy made a mistake, so of course he needs to be punished!

Book artist: But the value created by punishing him should belong to the entire public, right? How did it become yours alone?

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Because I'm also a member of the public! Um, representative?

Lazy little kitty: Bah, shameless!

Hatchet Girl: Deadpool is such a shameless person.

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Hahahaha, you little girls are too naive!

The illustrator of the book: Oh my god, this person is still so complacent, he is really hopeless.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Dear, what are you doing?

This is an actor: watching you guys chatting and going into the palace to have some fun.

After the message was sent, An Ran had already entered the restricted area of the upper city with Brad. As they passed the two gatekeepers beside them, their expressions did not change at all, as if they had not noticed An Ran and Brad.

"What, what is going on?" Brad was originally prepared to fight hard, but the facts turned out to be completely beyond his expectations.

The guards who were supposed to not let anyone in actually let him and his companions into the city without hesitation, as if they hadn't even noticed them.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a trick." An Ran answered softly and walked towards the palace on her own.

"what!"

Just as they entered the palace gate, the two guards suddenly let out a howl of agony. There was pain, regret, and even more fear in their voices.

"What happened?" Brad's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Everyone has to pay the price for their sins, and now they are in the process of paying the price." An Ran said lightly.

Boom.

Suddenly, a pillar of fire shot out from the left guard's body, burning him to ashes with lightning speed.

The guard on the right also wore a look of agony, but soon his eyes cleared. As if realizing something, he glanced in horror at his colleague, who had been reduced to ash, and scrambled away from his post.

This behavior may seem strange, but in reality it is just a simple trial method. It is a trial that An Ran personally prepared for them.

This kind of trial is not like the legendary hero who needs to defeat monsters or search for treasures, but simply faces his own heart.

Let them ask themselves whether they have done anything against humanity or committed heinous crimes. If so, they will naturally be burned to ashes like the guard on the left.

If he is not truly hopeless, he may be able to save his life like the guard on the right.

of course.

This large-scale trial of conscience will definitely not only affect the two guards in front of them. The entire palace has been surrounded at this time.

So when An Ran and Brad entered the palace, what caught their eyes were balls of flames shooting up into the sky. And when the flames died down, only piles of ashes remained.

What is strange is that although such strange and unusual things happened in the entire palace, no one felt surprised.

People's expressions were either dull or painful, but no one thought of digging deeper to find out what was going on.

Watching all this, Brad felt a chill run deep into his bones. He turned his gaze to the demon hunter beside him, took a deep breath, and asked, "Mr. An Ran, who are you?"

Even though he didn't have a thorough understanding of the demon hunter profession, Brad could understand that this was definitely not something a demon hunter could do. If demon hunters truly possessed such abilities and power, they would have already ruled the entire continent.

Not to mention the witcher, even the court wizard Brad had come into contact with would never have such ability.

"Instead of worrying about my identity, why not do what you want to do?" An Ran smiled and said, "Haven't you been waiting for this day for a long time?"

The Lord did not wish to answer.

Brad understood what the other party meant, and his expression was slightly complicated. Even if the other party didn't answer, he probably understood that this kind of existence was definitely not human.

So, there is no point for him to worry about these things.

Thinking this in his heart, Brad nodded slightly and said, "You are right, my father's bedroom is right here."

Even without Brad's guidance, An Ran would have known the king's whereabouts. As the omniscient and almighty god, he had the ability to do so. But Brad had already made up his mind, and he certainly wouldn't let him down.

Led by Brad, the two entered the inner hall, passed through a long corridor, and arrived in front of a huge stone wall.

"Interesting." An Ran smiled softly as she looked at the stone wall in front of her.

It looked like a dead end, but it wasn't. This Kaedwen king truly valued his life, even building a secret passage to his own chambers.

1000 Death of the King

Kings who fear death are not uncommon in this world.

No, to be exact, the rulers of every world were all very afraid of death. But their methods of protecting themselves varied. At least the other kings in this world weren't as openly afraid of death as Henselt.

He actually built a secret passage for his own dormitory. This guy is really an amazing person.

However, the reason he was so afraid of death was simple: there were too many people seeking revenge. These included not only the inhumans he had slaughtered, but also some of the great nobles of Kaedwen.

Throughout the country, except for a few supporters, Henselt was infamous. He was considered more like a thief than a king, and for good reason.

The targets of their plundering wealth were not only the citizens of their own country, but also the great nobles.

However, due to the king's status, these nobles did not dare to resist on the surface. However, if they could assassinate him, they would be willing to do so.

Henselt was self-aware, which is why he built a secret passage in his chamber. No one except a few people he trusted knew how to open it.

Except Brad, he is his biological son after all.

Click.

With Brad's encouragement, the door to the secret room opened. Actually, it didn't need to be so complicated; An Ran could have easily opened the door violently. But since Brad was the protagonist today, he didn't make a move.

When you enter Henselt's secret room, the first thing that catches your eye is the golden color.

Gold, gemstones, and precious alchemical materials, all kinds of dazzling things filled the entire room. It was more like a dragon's treasure house than a place for people to sleep.

At this moment, Henselt was lying on the big bed in the middle, snoring.

obviously.

He was so confident in his guards and the secret room that he had no idea that danger was approaching.

Choking.

The moment he saw his father, Brad decisively drew the sword from his waist, took a step forward, and lifted him up from the bed.

"Huh? Who?!" Henselt was a bit confused at first, until he felt the coldness on his neck, and then he suddenly realized. "Brad?!"

"I didn't expect you to know me." Brad's eyes were cold as he said calmly, "Dear father."

"Brad, what are you doing?" Henselt narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "Where are the guards? Where are my guards?"

"They've already left before you." Brad took a breath and said, "Now it's your turn."

"You want to kill me? Brad, you want to kill your own father? Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course, I know very well."

"What's the reason?"

"revenge!"

Hearing Brad's vicious words, Henselt was startled. "So, is this all because of that bitch Hilja?"

"Don't insult my mother!" Brad's eyes were red, and he gripped the hilt of the sword even tighter.

"That bitch isn't your mother at all!" Henselt sneered. "Your mother died prematurely because of you!"

"You, what did you say?" Brad was struck by lightning. "This is impossible!"

"You think I'd lie to you after all this?" Henselt shook his head. "Hilja's a sorceress. How could a sorceress have children?"

In this world, sorceresses, like demon hunters, have a long lifespan but are infertile.

A few years ago, in order to restore her fertility, Yennefer went to the Genie to make a wish and even risked killing a green dragon. However, her wish was still unfulfilled.

Brad took a deep breath and stared at Henselt. He could sense that his father hadn't lied. This pained him, and he felt a surge of anger at having been deceived.

But he soon regained his composure. "Whether she is my mother or not, you shouldn't kill your wife!"

"Ha, wife?" Henselt sneered. "A queen who flirts with others everywhere, a fickle queen? If we keep her, will the Kaedwen royal family still have any shame? Especially since this bitch even dares to flirt with the Minister of Finance!"

If it had just been someone else, it would have been fine, but what really made Henselt unacceptable was that this "Queen" was actually having an affair with the Minister of Finance. This was like touching his weak spot, and Henselt, who valued money above all else, naturally could not keep her.

but.

Killing a sorceress was no easy task. Even the entire Kingdom Guard might not be able to defeat her in a head-on confrontation. Therefore, Henselt resorted to some tricks.

Before the queen went to sleep, Henselt put some alchemical potion that could restrain magic in her red wine. This potion was colorless and odorless, so naturally the queen would not notice it.

Everything happened naturally afterwards. Henselt strangled his lover to death that night, and falsely claimed that he had food poisoning, burying the entire chef team with him.

"Now, the misunderstanding has been resolved." Henselt looked at Brad's changing expression and smiled slightly. "My dear son, do you have any other questions?"

He subconsciously believed that his life had been saved, after all, his child was a kind person, although it was the kind of kindness that Henselt had always despised and considered useless.

But it was also because of this kindness that he was able to save his life.

Well.

Next, I should use actual actions to teach the other person that unnecessary kindness is useless and will only harm myself.

As Henselt thought this, he suddenly heard his son ask again, "Were those you slaughtered also a misunderstanding?"

"What did you say?" Henselt narrowed his eyes, then widened them.

"Bill, Troud, Kate...were the deaths of these people also due to misunderstandings?" Brad said in a gloomy tone, staring at Henselt intently.

"Damn it! They're just pariahs!" Henselt was also furious. He replied coldly, "As a king, depriving these pariahs of their lives is…"

puff.

Before he could finish his words, the blade in Brad's hand had already cut his throat.

1001 Taoyuan Club

Woo woo woo.

Brad remained expressionless as he watched his father struggling to cover his wounds with his hands. He felt neither pleasure nor pity.

Just watch the other person's life fade away quietly, until he falls down with his eyes blank.

"It seems you don't feel very happy." An Ran said softly.

"Yeah, but I didn't feel any pain either." Brad said calmly, without turning around. "It's really strange. Killing my own father with my own hands, I thought I would at least feel moved."

"That's fine." An Ran shrugged.

He could probably understand the mentality of the prince in front of him.

Even though he now knew that the sorceress was not his biological mother, Brad still respected and loved her deeply. After all, the bond between mother and son could not be erased after living and getting along together for those years.

But this father killed the other person in front of him with his own hands. Even if she was not his biological mother, Brad could not accept it. What's more, he felt in his heart that this father was a devil.

As long as this demon existed, there was no bright future for Kaedwen. For his own sake and for the sake of his people, this father must die.

This was a decision Brad had secretly made upon entering the palace, and it would never waver. Later, even after learning about his biological mother, Brad did not change his mind.

He didn't feel happy now because he found out that his devilish father had no regrets until his death.

"Yeah, that's good too." Brad put away his sword and suddenly froze. "Do you feel anything wrong?"

"Yes, we are being monitored." An Ran nodded slightly. She had felt it since she came in.

"You..." Brad's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

He clearly felt something was wrong but didn't tell me. If I hadn't asked him, he might not even say a word.