69novels Chapter 272 He Has Crazy Desire To Control And Absolute Hidden Arrogance
Chapter 272 He Has Crazy Desire To Control And Absolute Hidden Arrogance
The next day, Allen packed himself up early in the morning and gave instructions for the report as usual.
He was taught by Edward from a young age,
As a qualified crown prince and a future qualified king, he only needs to read and sign all the decisions reported by the government.
Only when the decision is extremely inconsistent with the national interest, can he use the power reserved by the king to refuse to sign, so as to stop the implementation of the decision.
But this wasn't Buckingham Palace, and he and the Muggleborn wizards weren't the King and the Cabinet.
This is Windermere Villa, and inside it is the "Liaison Committee" he founded, which is a knight order that is completely loyal to him.
He has absolute control.
You say he can't control everyone exactly?
Let me tell you quietly, there is also a hidden magic sealing circle under Windermere Villa!
Everyone who entered this "safe house" was equally left with a seed of sealed magic power.
If they are not loyal...
Then you have to trade your life for it.
Allen is obsessed with this feeling.
... Who can refuse the pleasure of order and prohibition, life and death?
He has an obsessive desire to control, but also an absolute arrogance that is hidden.
The sea blue eyes seemed to be slightly dark, and the faint golden halo in the dark eyes disappeared.
For a moment, those eyes no longer looked like the surface of the sun-drenched sea.
...and like the bottom of the sea where murderous intentions are hidden.
The blond crown prince blinked lightly, looked at Lance aside, smiled and pushed the signed report over.
This is the study of the crown prince.
Since Allen lived here, the Knight Commander has applied for a desk in his study.
In fact, Lance has his own office.
But he would have preferred to be able to work with his Highness.
This is not only convenient for them to discuss more secret affairs, but also convenient for him to observe His Highness's emotional and physical conditions, and it is more convenient for him to stop some responsible persons who have nothing to do, so that they will not leave because of His Highness's gentleness.
certainly--
If His Highness does not stay here, the Knight Commander will return to his office.
But this also has some disadvantages...
It seems that in order to retaliate against his endless outfit matching, His Highness always likes to push him some trivial things that are not troublesome.
Reluctantly, Lance took the documents pushed by Allen, and skillfully sorted them into the document boxes distributed to different persons in charge.
Allen stood up with some hesitation, and the canary-colored bright yellow round-neck T-shirt shone in the sun, just like that brilliant blond hair.
Match it with dark blue straight-leg jeans and white sneakers.
The knight commander matched him with a simple long chain that reached to his chest.
A simple square diamond hangs at the end of the long silver chain, refracting colorful light when the light shines.
Allen pursed his mouth slightly, his cheeks bulging.
He picked up the magic mirror handed by the knight commander, hung it on the neckline of the T-shirt expressionlessly, and disappeared before Lance's eyes.
Lance lowered his eyes and lightly supported the frame with a conniving smile.
...It's obviously very cute.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to read the Nott family's industrial transformation plan.
Introducing the Muggle trend in clothing stores?
It's a good idea, but Alvin Blair obviously wants more.
The business executive wanted to carry out a series of business reforms such as Muggle medicine, Muggle clothing, and the introduction of bicycles and cars at the same time.
Lance looked calm, and wrote a sentence——
"Picture it slowly."
He put the proposal into the red file box beside him, planning to discuss it with His Highness later.
the other side--
Allen landed precisely outside Riddle Manor.
He didn't know the specific location of Gaunt's old house, but obviously, Gaunt's old house and the Riddle family to which Voldemort's biological father belonged were opposite.
As the crown prince, it was relatively easy for him to check a person's exact address.
The sea-blue eyes moved slightly, looking at the old house in front of him.
Broken lintels, dingy walls, overgrown with weeds...
And the old Gaunt house on the opposite side is worse than this.
It seems that if there is no magic to maintain it, it will almost collapse.
Compared with the dilapidated ones that Voldemort had seen in his memory, they were considered prosperous at this time.
Allen raised his eyes indifferently, took the Zeus domain, blocked it directly, and then walked into the dead house.
He walked in the air, his white sneakers not stained with dust.
Under his command, the magic power surged up, scanned the old house, and found the killing circle that was trapped by the magic circle.
Allen walked over there step by step, his brilliant blond hair shining faintly in the dim mansion.
He stopped in front of a dusty door.
Inside is the resurrection stone given by the god of death.
He smiled mockingly.
—the Savior had the Invisibility Cloak, the old Headmaster had the elder wand, and now the last Deathly Hallows lay before him.
He smiled disinterestedly, mocking the stupidity and greed of the living beings for thousands of years.
Allen raised his hand and pushed open the door in the air. Through the falling dust, he saw the empty room and the narrow display stand in the center.
An ugly gold ring just sat there in the middle of the display stand.
The resurrection stone in the sad legend was set on it, dim.
The fog formation left by Voldemort was about to move, but Zeus mercilessly smashed it into pieces.
The magic factor happily ran to the resurrection stone, celebrating that he found a good thing.
They stick obsessively to the surface of the resurrection stone, as if smelling the most fragrant fragrance in the world.
however……
They quickly dispersed, each lowered their booths, and put on a vomiting pose aside.
Allen looked at them puzzled, and let them jump pitifully on his shoulders, telling about the hatefulness of the resurrection stone.
—a fetid and mutilated soul on that fragrant stone!
Allen disagreed.
The magic factors bumped into him angrily, metaphorically saying——
It's as annoying as having lumps of rice on your favorite hut bread!
Alan: …
He was successfully disgusted.
In order to prevent the imminent magic factor from making any earth-shattering metaphors, he quickly raised his hand and said,
"I see, I'm going to destroy it!"
He gritted his molars in warning, raised his hand and kneaded the ball of magic factor that he had just compared, and said in a deep voice, "—Don't send your thoughts to me again!"
The small group of magic factors made a fuss, broke free from his hand in aggrieved manner, and melted into the air.
Finally stopped...
Allen exhaled lightly, and walked slowly to the edge of the display stand, feeling a little embarrassed.
It's easy to kill the soul piece, but how can we not hurt the resurrection stone?
He doesn't know how the magical energy of this stone is?
It would be a pity if the resurrection stone disappeared into history like this.
——It’s missing a family heirloom!
Allen leaned back, sat on the invisible armchair, half propped his chin, thinking about what spell to use.
In less than 5 minutes, the crown prince's patience was exhausted.
Resurrection stone?
Since the gift from God of Death is claimed, how can it be done without the energy to resist Fiendfire?
If it can't take it...
That can only show the incompetence of the god of death.