Chapter 17 Prince? Giant Baby!

"My child!" Prince James shouted sadly.

At this moment, except for his crying, the whole palace was as quiet as sticky asphalt.

When the noble lady who had just woken up caught Brownie's head rolling on the carpet, she rolled her eyes again and fainted without a sound.

Queen Maeve felt that all her strength was dissipating. She staggered and took two steps back. Her emerald hair crown fell to the ground at this time, and with a "pop" sound, it exploded into incomplete and beautiful fragments.

She suddenly realized that this feeling of powerlessness did not come from the fall of her hair crown, but from her trembling fingertips.

She inexplicably remembered the first time she saw Dick. At that time, the man lowered his head respectfully, half-kneeled in front of him, and accepted the enthronement gratefully.

But now, he killed his nephew in front of him.

Kebi, who was standing beating on the side of the queen's neck, noticed the abnormal beating of blood vessels. He was anxious and worried that her old illness would recur. However, when he saw the unruly figure in the center of the palace, he still felt a dazed in his heart:

This Dick, who has not seen him for only a few months, is already so strong...

When Brownie's head stopped rolling, everyone was shocked to realize that the extremely powerful and violent leader of the Warrior Group, his bloody revenge was coming to an end.

Even the guards who attacked the palace only held spears and pointed at Master and disciple tremblingly, stopping their movements.

The warlock in the corner, Vigo, stared at Dick with a more interested look, with an increasingly unstoppable smile on his lips.

Siya in the other corner held Barbara's hand tightly, still looking at Dick in the center of the palace hall with a worried look on her face.

"Dick of Crow City! Dick, the leader of the Witch Hunter Cult!" The Queen broke the silence with his complete title, "Let's stop here."

She broke free from Kebi's support, and although she was weak, she still tried hard to maintain the majesty of the royal family at this moment.

Her eyes were dull and a hoarse voice squeezed out from her throat:

"The nobles and Brownie have both died. You have to take revenge now. Everything... is over here. You..."

"Really...suming this?"

Before Her Majesty finished speaking, Dick moved straight to Prince James, who was already holding his own son's head.

"Dick, what are you going to do?" Kerby stretched out his trembling hand.

"He is the prince of the North, and he has not participated in the massacre of the Demon Hunter Cult. You have to consider the prospects of the Demon Hunter Cult."

Dick still said nothing, and stopped in front of the prince with just two big steps.

Still with that twisted smile, he posted a whisper from hell to the prince who was kneeling on his knees and was filled with tears in the face of losing his son:

"Look straight at me."

The prince numbly slapped his head, with sadness, anger, hatred and confusion on his face.

Only at this moment did a translucent inverted triangle pattern flash in front of his eyes.

The prince's thoughts fell into confusion in an instant, and Brownie's head slid from his fingers.

"Speak for the destruction of the Witch Hunter Cult, have you been involved in the incident?"

"No." The prince replied dumbly.

"Did you ever want to be a king?"

"No."

"Have you ever implied that your subordinates had done things that would harm the interests of the culprit? I remember you were very disgusted with some of the practices of the witch hunter."

After two questions, the prince's eyes returned to clear light. He shook his head suddenly, the resentment on his face faded away, leaving only a look of horror.

He has recovered from the influence of the hypnotic seal.

Dick felt a little regretful. He knew that his level of the magic seal was still too low. When he was about to endure the mental overdrawal of his mental power, he heard footsteps around him.

Queen Maeve had come to him alone, and Barbara came slowly on the other side of the palace.

The queen looked at the guard at the door and waved her hand as if tired.

The guards did not dare to ask more questions, and they all lowered their heads to respond, and slowly withdrew from the palace.

The queen then looked at the nobles around her: "Today's banquet is over, you all go back."

"But the Queen, this Dick..."

"I'll let you go back."

"Yes", a sparse response sounded, and everyone greeted the queen one after another, and chose to bypass Dick, who was covered in blood, and fled from the palace in a hurry.

Dick knew that things were basically gone.

However, he glanced at the nobles around him with some unsatisfactory feelings, and closed his eyes until he saw Rishiya's worried eyes in the corner.

I took a few more deep breaths to suppress the bloodthirsty desire in my heart. When I lifted my head again, the heavy blood mist in my eyes receded like a sea water, and the crazy blood had been closed.

At this time, there were no few people left in the palace.

Weir casually dissipated the sword energy surrounding the steel staff, came to the side of the warlock Weigo with a smile, and handed the staff over.

Weigo smiled, nodded slightly, and took the staff calmly.

He did not leave, his eyes looked around with interest, as if he was still unsatisfied with the "drama" that just happened.

Ajie sat down beside his master Weir, threw the wooden stick in his hand to the ground, staring silently at Dick and others.

"Dick, what do you want to ask?" The Queen slowly leaned on the chair beside her, with a hint of tiredness in her voice.

"I want to know what Prince James is thinking about our witch hunter corps." Dick said calmly.

"If my brother really touched the blood of the witch hunter," the queen held down the falcon's emblem on her chest, "Do you want to get rid of the prince of the North?"

Dick didn't respond.

Silence often represents default.

"I didn't expect you to be so murderous, nor did I expect you to be so capable now.

"If I guessed correctly, even if the guards outside the palace rushed over just now, with your strange ability to change shapes on your face, they could kill them all on the spot." The queen looked complicated.

Dick remained silent.

"Mave Falcon!" When the prince stood up, he called him the family name for the first time. "Do you want to indulge this mutant freak to slaughter the bloodline of his relatives?

"This monster, he killed my own son, my own son!"

"Bang!"

The queen slapped her hand and slapped her loudly.

Prince James staggered and covered his cheek in disbelief.

"Sister, you...you have never hit me."

"Shut up! You have lost all your face in the [Falcon Family]!

"I am almost forty years old and I always do things wrong. Why can't I be more mature?

“I’ve said long ago that my position will be passed to your own son in the future, but not Brownie.

"Why do you only love Brownie?" The queen looked angry.

"But he is my first child! Sister, you don't have children, you don't understand my feelings at all." Prince James's eyes were red and he said in a crying voice.

"I don't understand this relationship, but since I was a child, I have been protecting you and tolerating you everywhere, until you cause such a big trouble and almost spend your life in it."

The queen sighed and ignored her brother who was kneeling on the ground and crying.

"Dick, what do you want?"