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Seeing Roya's actions, Leda struggled even harder, squeezing out a hoarse, unpleasant voice: "What do you want to do?"
Seeing that Leda still had the strength to struggle, the hand that was gripping Leda's neck emitted a faint golden light, a sign that the life-draining skill was being activated.
A sense of weakness washed over her, and intense fatigue enveloped Leda's entire body, causing her to struggle much less.
A smile appeared on Roya's lips. Black, thread-like magic enveloped the old woman, seeping into her thin skin and spreading along her eight extraordinary meridians.
This process is not quick and will take some time.
However, right now, the one thing Roya has in abundance is time.
Leda was too weak to even speak, let alone struggle.
She could only stare at Roya with resentment.
The suppression was successful; she was powerless to resist, and at this point, she didn't even have a way to commit suicide.
Unable to resist, they could only let that magic penetrate their bodies.
She instinctively felt that this magic was not a good thing, but to her surprise, after this magic invaded Leda's body, it actually made her health improve.
Although the suppression of life absorption remained, she could clearly feel that power constantly improving her body, which was like rotten wood.
But the more this happened, the more terrified Leda became. Roya's methods were endless, and he even possessed such bizarre abilities. How could she not be terrified?
At the same time, Leda felt a little regretful. She should have used the Sword Realm Deprivation technique from the beginning. Who would have thought that Roya would act so decisively without any hesitation, and now she was also controlled by him.
Thinking about this, Leda felt a surge of hatred.
This short period lasted three minutes. The demonic seed had been successfully planted, and from this moment on, the opponent's life was in his own hands.
This is a very simple and brutal method. As long as Leda doesn't cause him any trouble, that's all that matters. As for whether she will try to kill herself later, that's none of his concern.
It would be best if this old guy could come to his senses.
The control effect of the demon seed is not absolute; it can only control a person's life and death, but it cannot change a person's will.
The water god will probably still hold a grudge against me in the future, but that doesn't matter, I have him completely under my control right now.
Not only is the other party's disciple in her hands, but her own life is also in Luo Ya's hands. Even if she wants to cause trouble, she should think twice about whether she has the weight to do so.
After doing all this, Roya let go of his hand.
Lyda lay paralyzed on the ground, her golden sword clattering to the floor.
Without any hesitation, Roya took a look at it, thought it was a good item, and put it into his pocket right in front of Leda.
Leda was absolutely furious, feeling like her lungs were about to explode with rage at Roya, but she was completely powerless to do anything about it.
Luo Ya patted the old woman on the shoulder and casually said, "I'll leave your things with me for now. Don't worry, I'll give this longsword to your apprentice when she performs well."
Upon hearing Roya's words, Leda was slightly taken aback. Her old face, which had been flushed with anger, calmed down.
Leda glanced at the headless corpse lying to the side, then at her own hands, and remained silent.
Luo Ya didn't care whether she remained silent or not. The current Water God was just a lackey under his command. Although this lackey was not well-behaved, Luo Ya didn't care about her thoughts.
If someone is seventy or eighty years old and still tries to act like a young girl, putting on a coy and reluctant expression, they're likely to get beaten up.
Seeing that Leda had no intention of speaking, Roya shrugged and walked towards the entrance of the main hall.
The entrance was now completely surrounded by guards, but no one dared to come in. They all stood outside the door, staring at Roya inside.
Roya walked straight outside, intending to go back to his room, rest for a while, and see what Ariel's choice was. If she really went to the bar to suffer the consequences, he would just have to swallow his pride and become the king himself.
The reason Roya didn't choose to be king himself was simply because he found it too troublesome.
Being a king isn't something you can just decide to do well.
Luo Ya himself didn't think he was cut out for it. If he were put in charge, at most he could ensure the economy wouldn't decline and he could barely make ends meet. As for anything more, he'd better not.
Moreover, while being a king sounds good, being a king is indeed very tiring.
Luo Ya didn't want to sit in a chair from morning till evening every day, handling official business.
This position is no place for a human being.
However, after thinking about it, if Ariel really didn't want to, and forcing her wouldn't work, then he would have no choice but to do the work himself.
Lost in thought, Roya had already reached the doorway. A few more steps and he would disappear completely from Leda's sight.
However, just as Roya took a step forward, Leda, who had been silent, spoke up: "Help me, help me take care of her, just for the sake of my friendship with your master Gal. This was my fault."
Luo Ya was somewhat surprised and turned to look at the old man leaning against the ground.
The old man didn't look well; he was covered in blood, and his clothes were tattered from the fight with Roya.
After saying that, Leda didn't say anything more. Roya waited a while longer, and when he was sure that she had nothing more to say, he left.
The guards standing outside the door all looked at Luo Ya with indignation, but none of them dared to come over and stop him.
Luo Ya's gaze swept over the group of guards, all of whom were young men. Judging from their sword-wielding posture, they were skilled in the Water God Style.
Chapter 361 Plotting to Usurp the Throne (4k)
Roya, however, remained unconvinced and continued, "But didn't you say those guys might sabotage us behind our backs?"
“I mean maybe, there’s a possibility that it might be done that way,” the eldest prince corrected Roya’s misunderstanding.
Roya shrugged, not dwelling on the issue, and instead asked, "Since you know they'll cause trouble, why let these people live?"
The eldest prince choked, then explained, "We can't do that. It would plunge the country into turmoil and the people into misery."
The nobles present breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the eldest prince's words, and at the same time nodded secretly.
In their view, the territory cannot function without people like them; otherwise, who could command them to work?
However, Roya smiled slightly and said calmly, "What, can't this kingdom function without these nobles?"
The eldest prince wanted to nod, but seeing Roya's amused expression, he felt a chill run down his spine and realized that he definitely couldn't nod now.
He didn't speak, but stood aside to see what Roya was going to say.
"To be honest, I'm already thinking about getting rid of you nobles. When I saw that someone like Darius could become a noble, I wondered, is the existence of you nobles really necessary?" Roya said calmly.
Upon hearing this, the previously quiet crowd below began to stir.
One of the elderly men, who looked gray-bearded and slightly overweight, couldn't help but say sarcastically, "So you mean it doesn't matter if all of us die?"
Luo Ya looked in the direction of the sound and saw the old man.
Slightly overweight and rather short, but dressed extremely extravagantly, adorned with gold and silver, looking every bit the nouveau riche.
Luo Ya was unfazed by the old man's sarcasm and casually replied, "At least, it doesn't matter if you're gone. There are plenty of capable people in this world. Old man, if you stay in this position for too long, I won't mind sending you back to farming sooner."
"You!" The old man was furious, but the moment he met Roya's golden eyes, he remembered the other's tough attitude of killing Darius without hesitation, and he immediately backed down.
The person in front of him was ruthless, and considering what the other party had just said, he seriously suspected that if he said anything harsh, he might be eliminated by the other party.
Upon seeing Luo Ya's ambiguous smile, the old man's hair stood on end almost instantly, and he immediately became docile.
The old man snorted coldly and stopped talking, remaining silent along with the rest of the people.
The nobles, who had been itching to act, were taken aback when they saw their leader back down. They exchanged glances but remained silent, and instead, mimicking the old man, they also pretended to be dead.
The vast hall returned to its previous quiet atmosphere once again.
Seeing this, the eldest prince sighed. He understood these greedy nobles better than anyone else.
When there's a problem, they step aside; but when it comes to interests or anything like that, they run away faster than anyone else.
These guys are the kind of people who won't do anything without a profit. It seems that Roya didn't push them too hard, giving these nobles some hope.
Thinking of this, the eldest prince couldn't help but sigh inwardly, as he had a strong sense of foreboding.
However, just as everyone was silent, a middle-aged man dressed in a golden brocade robe pushed open the door and strode into the hall with an imposing manner.
The man looked around at the crowd and found that they were all familiar faces.
The nobles all wore expressions of relief upon seeing the man, as if they had found a pillar of support.
Roya took in everything that was happening below. He turned to Ariel, who had been slacking off, and asked, "Is that your father?"
Ariel nodded, her gaze also fixed on the audience below.
The middle-aged man arrived and stood in the very center of the hall. He looked up at Ariel, who sat calmly at the very top, and said in a cold voice, "Ariel, how is my throne?"
Although he had no expression on his face and did not shout, everyone knew that the person in front of him was definitely angry, and very angry.
Ariel's expression remained unchanged; she showed not a trace of fear. In the past, she simply hadn't wanted to do it and didn't care about this aspect.
But now that I'm on Roya's side, all I can do is get things done.
Ariel looked at the middle-aged man below and said indifferently, "Father, you are old. It is time for you to abdicate. This country needs a better ruler. It cannot exhaust all its potential in the hands of a mediocre person."
"You!" The old king's eyes narrowed, his anger almost burning as he stared intently at the girl above.
Ariel seemed oblivious to the old king's gaze. Her expression was gentle, her lips slightly parted in a smile, and she was dressed in magnificent attire, exuding an air of elegance and nobility.
Royal family relationships are inherently cold, especially the relationship between Ariel and the old king, which can be described as having no connection whatsoever except for the title of father and daughter.
They were more like strangers than strangers themselves.
The two stared at each other for a long time, one with a smile on his face, the other expressionless.
Finally, the old king looked away and stopped looking at Ariel.