Chapter 446: Fighting Village Wars, I am a Professional 15
Chapter 446: Fighting Village Wars, I am a Professional 15
At this time, the wine glass made from the old king's head had been placed on the new king's dining table for several years and was almost covered with patina.
To Nancy's surprise, the traitor Quincy Jeffrey was still alive.
Although as the old king's confidant, his life was no longer as decent as before.
But at least his head was still on his neck and hadn't been made into a wine glass.
Of course, this may also be because his sister slid to her knees faster.
Yes, this extraordinary woman became the mistress of the new king after the previous king was killed.
Although she was not very favored because of her age, at least her family was saved.
Including her brother Quincy Jeffrey.
As early as several years ago, Nancy sent spies to the royal court, and they would send back information every once in a while.
Hans, a wandering merchant, had previously used sprouted potatoes to cheat farmer Baker out of his black bean cakes. He was caught and whipped, and was later recruited by Nancy and became the head of the intelligence department.
He is indeed a very suitable talent for intelligence. Not only does he work hard to improve his ability to collect intelligence, but he also trains a lot of talents for Nancy.
Therefore, before arriving at the royal court, Nancy knew everything she should know, and also knew a little about what she shouldn't know.
Quincy was drinking in the tavern and was stunned when he received a note sent by Nancy.
To be honest, he really didn't expect that Ampula would actually come to "rescue" him.
Although this "rescue" came three years late, they did come.
So, when Quincy saw Nancy in armor, he couldn't help crying.
"I didn't expect you to come here in person," Quincy wiped his tears, "but it's too late! The king was killed by that damn guy... wuwuwu..."
The old king was mediocre and incompetent, but he was very kind to Quincy and his sister.
Quincy thought of the king and couldn't help crying. One-tenth of his tears were for the old king who died an untimely death, 20% were for his sister who had no choice but to become the mistress of the new king, and 70% were for the glorious days that he could never go back to.
Nancy was outraged: "Reagan Freeman, this traitor, has gone too far!"
She grabbed Quincy's hand and shook it vigorously a few times: "Don't worry, we will definitely avenge King Barnett!"
Barnett Freeman, the unfortunate old king whose head was made into a wine glass.
Reagan Freeman, the new king who rebelled and killed the old king, the old king's cousin.
Barnett Freeman was incompetent and lustful, but he was not a tyrant. On the contrary, Reagan Freeman, who shouted "clear the court", was an out-and-out tyrant.
After he came to power, he began to hunt down ministers of the old forces on a large scale. The execution grounds were flooded with blood, and the bloody smell lingered for three months.
After that, he often held balls in the palace, chose the women he liked from the girls who attended, and forced them to be his mistresses.
It's like he has some kind of woman collecting fetish, he wants all types of women.
Quincy's sister, Anna Jeffrey, took advantage of the new king's habit and managed to escape after the old king's death and became Reagan Freeman's mistress.
After all, she was the old king's favorite lover, how special.
Such a king was naturally unpopular and his ministers complained bitterly.
With just a few words, Nancy successfully stirred up Quincy's inner resentment and made him act as a middleman to persuade other people who were also dissatisfied with the new king to work together from both inside and outside.
Before leaving, Quincy looked at Nancy, who had black hair and dark eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked, "Respected Queen Ampura, with all due respect, are you of the noble Ramih bloodline?"
The founding king of the Celtic Empire, Osvid Freeman, is said to have the purest Ramich bloodline, so he has black hair and black eyes.
Nancy didn't know what was so special about the Ramich bloodline, nor did she know where its nobility lay, but she did save herself a lot of trouble because of this so-called ancient bloodline.
Hearing Quincy's question, Nancy smiled and pointed to her hair and eyes and asked, "What do you think?"
Quincy showed an expression of understanding and behaved more respectfully: "Your Majesty, I think I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely carry out your orders!"
After sending away Quincy, who seemed to be full of energy for some unknown reason, Nancy began to plan the next steps.
If possible, she hopes to take down the Celtic Royal Court at the lowest cost and without affecting the people.
Now that I have come this far, it would be a shame not to sit on the Celtic throne.
Reagan Freeman was indeed unpopular, and some people, instigated by Quincy, began to take action behind the scenes.
Nancy felt that Reagan Freeman was a high-end version of King Serbia, who was arbitrary and independent, but his methods were much more sophisticated, so he naturally knew the movements of Quincy and others.
However, he was even more arrogant than King Seli. He felt that he had nothing to do recently, so he decided to let Quincy and others do what they wanted, intending to wipe them out in the end.
Then, he, the mantis, was caught by Nancy, the oriole.
When Reagan Freeman tied up Quincy and others in the palace hall and bled them one by one with a dagger, Nancy led her men to break through the palace gate and captured the confused Reagan Freeman alive.
Looking at the hysterical king, Nancy didn't say a word. She swung her sword and cut his neck.
Then, amidst everyone's confused, shocked, excited or expectant eyes, Nancy took the king's seal respectfully handed to her by Anna Jeffrey and sat on the golden throne of the Celtic king.
Surrounding the hall were Ampura soldiers armed with sharp blades.
They stared at the people in the hall with eager eyes, as if they would rush in and chop off the heads of their opponents at the command of their queen.
Before coming, Nancy deliberately let her hair down, which had been tied up for many years. Her beautiful black hair was reflected in everyone's eyes, and her pair of black eyes swept over everyone present one by one.
Those who were stared at by her lowered their heads unconsciously.
Anna and Quincy glanced at each other secretly, their eyes filled with excitement at having guessed the correct answer.
Quincy had previously told his sister Anna about Nancy's affairs. Anna secretly ran out to see Nancy, and then she became determined to join the rebellion.
Later, when Reagan Freeman captured the rebels and planned to torture them, Anna persuaded the other women to steal the king's seal and presented it to Nancy.
The coup happened quickly and ended quickly.
By the time the people found out, someone else was sitting on the throne above their heads.
The talented people of Ampula are already accustomed to handling post-war work. Each department has assigned tasks and quickly got to work.
After that, Nancy spent another five years cleansing the entire Celtic territory.
For those lords who did a good job, they were granted the title of king of a different surname and their titles were demoted for three generations.
Those who are cruel and inhumane will be killed directly.
Nancy was not in a hurry. She took it step by step and sorted out the entire country.
It was another spring planting day. Nancy was tired of writing, so she looked up through the window and saw the busy people in the distance, a scene of bustling activity.
She twisted her neck, took another health-enhancing pill, and continued to look down at the reports sent in from all over the country.
I don't like working, but I still have to work.
Damn! ! !
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