PFC Chapter 405 Died Because of You
Chapter 405 Died Because of You
George's face turned pale and blue, and his throat started to itch again, but everyone at the scene was laughing, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.
Because the clown didn't know how to operate after learning from him, his pants fell down. Amid the ladies' exclamations, the clown covered his butt in panic, as if he was very panicked. He covered his butt and turned around, and everyone saw that there was another pair of pants hidden in his bulging clothes, but there were two pink pieces sewn on the back.
Everyone laughed so hard that they fell down.
"Do you find this boring, Your Majesty?"
The queen had already stepped down from her seat and joined the crowd, getting closer to watch the clown's performance. Now, only the uncle and nephew were sitting in the seats at the top. Catherine's face turned pink in the warm room, and her eyes were moistened by her smile. She smiled innocently, and from a distance it seemed that she and the king were having an intimate interaction between uncle and nephew.
"I recently read in a book that a sage talked about the nature of boredom," Catherine said softly - "People who are better at integrating with the rules are always less interesting."
King George turned his head and looked over, just in time to avoid the obtrusive performance.
"They are always punctual, never have objections to instructions, firmly maintain order, are extremely conservative, afraid of change, and are very adaptable to unchanging, old and rigid environments."
Catherine looked at the clown. The laughter of the crowd was his nourishment. His performance became more and more natural. He could even imitate the demeanor of a noble lord in a short time. If Lilith was there, she would definitely be amazed at what a performing genius he was.
“——But fun is always the opposite of rigidity, because fun always comes from mocking and challenging order, or those in power.”
King George looked at Catherine quietly. He wanted to tell her to shut up, but as soon as he opened his mouth, another burst of laughter broke out beside him.
—Are they laughing at themselves?! King George didn't even dare to turn his head to see what was going on.
"I think what the sage said is very right." Catherine seemed not to notice his abnormality and continued to talk to herself, "Jokes undermine authority, so those in power are most afraid of jokes, because they challenge the true boredom - conservative, rigid, keen on building order, and always maintaining the stability of authority... that kind of boredom."
King George's chest rose and fell violently, and between his breaths, Catherine smelled it again - that stench.
The princess frowned and leaned back in her chair imperceptibly, keeping as much distance from the king as possible.
George suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.
Suddenly, the silent knight in full gold and white armor who had been standing beside King George moved. He walked around from the side, came to the crowd, and drew his sword.
The clown was still performing hard. He was holding the hand of a noble lady with an exaggerated expression on his face, as if he wanted to kiss the beautiful woman. No one took his actions seriously, and the woman whose hand he was holding couldn't stop laughing.
There was a flash of silver light, and the broad sword blade came through the wind, chopping into the flesh with a "pop" sound. Blood spurted out along the blood drain groove on the sword, several meters high. The lady was laughing so hard that she fell backwards, and suddenly felt a burning sensation on her face. When she stood up again, the person in front of her who was holding her hand... only had one hand left.
The crowd was silent for a moment, then let out a scream and scattered in a circle like a flock of sheep intimidated by a sheepdog.
The clown, who was full of energy just now, was now cut in half by the huge force. He did not die immediately. He crawled on the ground wailing for a few times before he opened his blank eyes and lay motionless.
Queen Tserweni was stunned for a while, and then she fell to the side. It was Catherine who reacted and rushed over to catch her. After a brief numbness after facing the massacre, she looked at the knight who had been following King George in silence.
Although his sword blade was not as broad as Leila's, it was wider than Catherine's palm, and there was no family emblem that Catherine was familiar with on his sword.
"Are you looking for Knight Russell?"
King George stood up. "He fell off his horse a few days ago and broke his leg. He is temporarily unable to guard me."
Catherine's heart sank.
King George walked towards her. He had dressed extra formally today for his meeting with Catherine, but now, his soft-soled shoes and the edge of his white robe were inevitably stained with the clown's blood. However, the king did not care at all and even had a hearty smile on his face.
"He died because of you, Catherine."
As she bowed and pretended to care for the fainted queen, King George's voice rang in Catherine's ears.
——After him, countless more people will die because of you. King George's eyes burst into madness.
Catherine heard his words, and followed him up and raised her head.
"No, Your Majesty." Catherine's eyes did not retreat or avoid, "He died because of you."
She corrected.
The princess did not lower her voice, and the people watching heard it. For a moment, great panic enveloped them, as if they had witnessed an incredible scene.
Everyone's thoughts suddenly became complicated and there was a buzz of whispers from the crowd. The clown who was chopped in half by the masked knight suddenly became a background board and no one paid any attention to him.
King George did not expect that Catherine would dare to contradict him so arrogantly in front of everyone. He lowered his head and looked at the girl who was looking up at him. Her eyes were sharp and bright. From the pair of gray pupils unique to the Bishop family, he saw many emotions, but there was no awe.
Damn it! Why does she think she is standing here?! George's eyes flashed black, and in addition to the itchy throat, there was another kind of pain that he was already familiar with spreading throughout his body.
Catherine suddenly saw the king's pupils shrink and his face show fear. She did not ask any questions, but helped Queen Tserwini, who had recovered, to stand up.
"You dirty my floor!" This was the first thing Tservini said after she came to her senses, which made Catherine a little stunned.
"Perhaps it's a good time to get some new floor tiles... and the entertainers." King George looked at the clown who died tragically on the ground, squeezed out these few words from the tip of his teeth, and walked out. The tall masked knight put away his sword and followed him in the blood.
Someone came in and quickly carried the body out. The people from the Magicians' Guild finally played a role at this moment. They used cleaning magic to quickly clean the floor, and then the waiter came forward and laid a carpet on it.
Except that the lady whose hand was held was frightened and had to be helped away, everything was normal.
But everything is different now. After years of undercurrents, the conflict between the king and the crown prince has finally surfaced in front of everyone.
Catherine couldn't stand the heat in the venue, so she was standing by the window with a crack open to let in the cool air.
——The Russell family’s wavering stance finally made King George unable to tolerate it, and today’s farce…is it a warning to her that the king is always the king?