Lance Palace, banquet hall.
Servants of the palace were preparing various exquisite foods and high-end drinks needed for the banquet.
After everything is ready.
The high-ranking nobles who received the royal invitation began to enter.
Soon, the hall beca lively.
According to their titles and relationships, hundreds of nobles ford a small circles.
They gather together to chat and pass the ti.
Waiting for the banquet to begin.
Even Rennes is no exception, he was sitting in the front seat of the banquet, and he was surrounded by seven or eight counts and marquises.
These people are his fathers-in-law.
A few days ago, the seven noble won he married were from these families.
He can ignore other high-ranking nobles who want to establish connections.
But he still needs to give face to his fathers-in-law.
An hour later.
All the guests have arrived.
An old man wearing a crown and holding a scepter walked in with a group of people.
The figures of the Crown Prince and the Third Prince are also among them.
Obviously, this person is the King of Lance.
He is the true top noble of the Kingdom of Lance and its ruler.
Rennes was seeing the appearance of the King of Lance for the first ti.
Curiously, he took a close look.
There was nothing special about his appearance, just an ordinary old man with gray hair.
But his temperant is sothing that cannot be ignored.
Perhaps it is because he has been in power for a long ti.
This old man exudes the aura of a ruler from head to toe.
Combined with the crown and scepter representing supre royal authority.
He looks very majestic.
While Rennes was secretly observing.
The king, along with several princes and the main character of this banquet, Duke Norman, the king's brother, sat down in the top seat of the banquet hall.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
After everyone bowed to the king.
King Lance began his opening speech with a smile:
"Welco, everyone, to the royal palace, to participate in this royal celebration banquet..."
"Duke Norman's successful promotion to Sky Knight has made our Kingdom of Lance increasingly powerful."
After speaking for about ten minutes, the old king finally stopped.
The royal banquet officially began.
The royal orchestra, located in the corner of the banquet hall, started playing a soothing and pleasant music.
Elegant and noble ladies appeared one by one, adding color to the banquet.
All the nobles enjoyed fine wine and delicacies, holding their wine glasses, toasting and greeting the main characters of this banquet - the king and Duke Norman.
As ti passed, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually reached its peak.
Just as the king mingled with many high-ranking nobles in the banquet hall...
Inside a palace in the royal palace.
Dozens of black-robed figures gathered here, plotting a major event.
The leader was Prince Regus, the tenth prince.
"How is the arrangent I ntioned earlier? Is everything prepared?" Regus asked solemnly to the black-robed figures around him.
"Everything is ready," the black-robed figure standing at the front answered.
Under the black robe, a face resembling a demon could vaguely be seen.
It was covered in red hideous scars.
As if it had been burned by a hell fla.
"Since that's the case, let's start the operation according to the plan."
"Rember, no one in the banquet hall should be let off."
Upon hearing this, Regus took a deep breath and gave the order.
"Yes."
As soon as the words fell...
These black-robed figures turned into a blaze and disappeared.
"Father, don't bla !"
"I don't want this either."
Seeing all his subordinates leave, Regus looked towards the direction of the banquet hall, his eyes flashing with a hint of complexity.
He no longer had any other path to take.
Although in the eyes of others, he was the tenth prince favored by the king, a strong contender for the throne.
But does he himself not understand the actual situation?
He was born too late.
Most of the nobles have already pledged their allegiance to the Crown Prince and the Third Prince.
The space for his developnt is extrely limited.
Even if he has worked hard for many years.
His power and strength are far inferior to his eldest brother and third brother.
In this situation, the probability of him obtaining the throne through normal ans is undoubtedly very slim.
And if those two brothers successfully ascended to the throne.
It would be a devastating blow to him.
Regardless of which person ascends, they will not let him, a threat, go unchecked.
By then, his best outco would probably be to relinquish all power and beco a figurehead duke without territory or real authority, kept by the royal family.
But that is sothing he absolutely cannot accept.
Therefore, he can only take the risk of using so unconventional thods to seize the throne.
After pondering for a mont.
The complexity in Rennes' eyes turned into determination.
Then, he walked towards the banquet hall.
Banquet hall.
At this mont, the atmosphere of joy inside has reached its peak.
Dancing, drinking...
A scene of revelry.
After dancing with a beautiful socialite, Rennes casually picked up a drink from a nearby maid.
"This drink is suspicious."
Just after taking a sip, Rennes sensed that sothing was wrong.
Although the taste was normal.
The Holy Dragon Qi in his body suddenly activated, purifying the drink that had entered his stomach.
It was obvious that there were harmful substances in this drink.
Sensing that sothing was amiss.
Rennes tasted other drinks as well.
He found that all the drinks held by the other servants, except for the ones placed at the beginning of the banquet, were tampered with.
Clearly, soone had done this intentionally.
"The person who can accomplish this."
"Besides King of Lance, I'm afraid only those few princes..."
Rennes's gaze sharpened as he sensed the impending storm.
No matter who it is.
To bring so many tampered drinks into this royal banquet, it must be a grand plan.
Sothing big is definitely going to happen later.
Thinking of this, Rennes imdiately had the idea of leaving early.
Although he was very confident in his own abilities.
But it's better to avoid certain things.
Because there's no benefits, only troubles.
However, before Rennes could get up and leave, dozens of black-robed figures rushed in from outside, wielding swords and daggers.
Faced with this earth-shattering change, the nobles who were enjoying themselves were all stunned.
"Who are you? Who allowed you to enter this place?"
King Lance's face turned ugly as he stood up and sternly reprimanded.
These black-robed figures showed no intention of answering.
They went straight into action.
They wanted to control all the nobles present.
However, the nobles present were not lambs either.
Most of them had decent strength.
They imdiately activated their qi and resisted.
In an instant, this magnificent banquet hall turned into a battlefield of slaughter.
In terms of strength and numbers, the nobles had an absolute advantage.
But because they had drunk the tampered drinks with unknown additives, the more they used their qi to fight, the weaker their bodies beca.
As ti passed, the nobles quickly fell into a disadvantage.
The situation beca critical...
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