Chapter 67 Never get angry with the dead, even if he is alive
Obviously, the Lion family today has long forgotten his warnings.

They may not even have thought about why their ancestors, who were obviously nobles, had never entertained foreign guests in their family.

The Fool shook his head and said:

"In that case, am I not also a foreigner?"

Shadow sneered:
"Do you think you were welcomed in? Come on, you are also a prophet. If you don't pay attention to such subtle details, how can you have the nerve to go up?"

The Fool could not help but frown, not at the shadow but at himself.

The prophet's attitude towards prediction is different at each stage.

The further you go, the less attention you will pay to the wording of the prophecies, because their status means that the prophecies are likely to be full of problems.

It is extremely stupid for them to quibble over words.

The High Sequences are the ones who pay the most attention to every word, because their status will not lead to wrong prophecies. The only question is whether they can interpret them correctly.

I will soon be a Sequence 2 Angel, and I must change this wrong attitude.

But until this moment, he was still a little dazed. Has he really come to this point?

At first, he just wanted to prove himself to these three shadows who had been scolding and cursing his life.

The old lion over there was still expressing his deepest feelings to the old butcher.

"My friend, I have been thinking about you day and night, and now you are finally here."

"Let's talk in the study."

"I have a lot to tell you."

The old lion looked very happy, he was really happy.

If Hasank comes, there will be absolutely no problem this time.

How much he hated the Westeros family before, how much he likes them now.

For this reason, he even sent a crown over there as soon as he knew that the lost princess was finally found in the southern border.

That’s great, it’s really great, fortunately that guy in Westeros still has a daughter hiding out there.

Otherwise, he really didn't know how to break the predicament of the Shi family.

The worst possible outcome between the South and the Empire now is the independence of the South.

The best scenario would be for the Southern Territory to go to war directly with the Empire!

After all, the nobles who survived Westeros will not accept all this calmly.

During the great purge that year, even though he knew very well that the Shi family, which was also one of the Seven Dukes, could not be wiped out by him directly.

He still felt daunted by the daily public display of death lists.

I was afraid that this madman was really crazy enough to pick one of the remaining six men to make an example of him.

There is no way. In all the history of Baratheon and its surrounding areas, there is only this guy who would kill the noble class.

Fortunately, he died.

And today, twenty years after his death, he has dealt a heavy blow to the empire.

Thinking of this, the old lion began to wonder if this guy had deliberately hidden his daughter for twenty years in order to make Baratheon completely collapse.

No, no, that's too outrageous no matter how you put it.

But if it was something he arranged before his death, it doesn’t seem impossible?
After all, if he had sent his daughter to the Southern Territory back then, war would have definitely broken out, but the main force of the war would have been his Southern Territory.

After all, during that period of time, the only empire in the surrounding area that was qualified to be the enemy of this empire had been completely defeated by him.

The six of them are no different from being dead.

The high-ranking members of his party that he had assembled were also destroyed in the imperial capital.

"What a terrible guy. But how did he lose?"

"What?" The old prime minister was a little confused when he heard this.

The old lion waved his hand and smiled:
"Nothing, just something else came to mind. Let's go."

There were only three people in the old lion's study.

Old lion, silent knight, old prime minister.

To the knight behind him, the old lion said:
"Please forgive me, he is my guardian knight. Without him by my side, I would feel uneasy even in this giant stone castle."

After all, there is a demigod who does not belong to him in this fortress.

The old prime minister nodded and said:
"A guardian knight should always follow his master. I think the one in the southern border must still be regretting why he left his master."

"Who would have thought that Lord Westeros would be killed by a vase at the height of his power?"

The old lion raised his glass and said:

"Fortunately, the knight has now found his master's bloodline!"

The old prime minister also raised his glass:
"That's right. In order to make up for the mistakes he made back then, the Southern Territory will definitely fight to the end."

“What a great group of people!”

“What a great group of people indeed!”

They both said this with a smile, and after taking a sip of the wine, they raised their glasses together and said:
"Here's a toast to them."

"Yes, give them a toast."

The old prime minister thought for a moment and raised his glass again:
"A toast to the Duke of the Southern Territory as well!"

The old lion agreed:
"Yes, I have to give him a toast, too. Although he and I had a lot of friction, he is undoubtedly a great man."

"Especially now that he has given us another huge surprise, after his death!"

Never get angry with a dead person. This is the basic etiquette of aristocrats.

What's more, this guy Duke Nanjing really gave them a chance to make a comeback.

The old prime minister couldn't hide his joy and raised his glass:
"Yes, I will definitely hold a state funeral for him in our north when I return."

He also added:
“That’s what I should have done back then!”

The Duke of the South Territory did deal a heavy blow to all of them back then, but he’s dead, isn’t he?
The deceased Duke of Nanjing was a great man!
"When the time comes, you must invite me to attend the ceremony. After all, we are friends for many years and the seventh prince of the same era."

At this point, the two of them burst into laughter again:
"Hahahaha!"

Above their roof, Moon, who was carrying a bucket and a spray gun, cleared the way with the nozzle and shook his head with a sigh, saying:
"I'm not dead."

In front of Moon, the stone layer that even the demigods found ridiculously hard quickly melted away in front of Moon like a joke.

Because the first Duke of the Lion family did not find many of those ancient relics.

So only about one third of the entire Stonehenge has been developed.

Of course, they claim that this is the only way to make Stonehenge a truly impregnable fortress, and in fact it is true.

As long as the internal space is sufficient, safety is the most important thing.

But the problem is that all of this is based on the assumption that no one can reproduce that magical ancient relic.

Unfortunately, the Duke of the South Territory, whom they had been thanking and boasting about, knew about it and was now watching all this with a sigh right above their heads.

Of course, the Duke of Nanjing was speeding up because he was running out of money.

But at this moment, the old prime minister below said again:
"Speaking of guardians, the guardians of the kings are the best. Every god will give their favorite angels to their king as a gift."

Hearing this, Moon was silent for a moment, then climbed faster.

Hopefully these guys won't suddenly start praying to some goddess or archangel.

(End of this chapter)