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After all, only those who have a certain strength and are very familiar with the palace can organize a rebellion to be successful.

And the black leader seems to be the most qualified one.

Zhang Jue had met him once, and he still didn't know why he wanted to help him.

But at this moment, at such a sensitive moment, it's better not to let him recognize him.

Zhang Jue took a step back indistinctly, hiding in the shadow of the candle.

The black leader seemed to sense something, and glanced in his direction, but didn't make any unnecessary movements.

After the appearance of the black leader, those national leaders who were still excited were all silent, probably because they were a little afraid of him.

He looked around and said, "Everyone who has nothing to do with them will step down."

Most of the lords present were accompanied by guards and servants, and the entire meeting room seemed overcrowded.

The black leader's faint words made everyone dare not take a breath.

All the kings winked at their subordinates and told them to go out and wait, and Zhang Jue was no exception.

But this is quite normal. After all, it is about treason, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Zhang Jue waited outside. About two hours later, his new master came out.

Like the heads of other dependent countries, his face was full of excitement as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

As if they had succeeded in rebelling.

Zhang Jue didn't know what the black boss had said to these people, but according to his guess, it was nothing more than making a big deal.

Draw one for the other, and see who can draw better than the other.

Not long after the meeting ended, Zhang Jue's lord led his cavalry towards the palace.

Under the lord's instructions, all the coachmen who were originally responsible for escorting the goods were replaced by thugs he recruited, and his intentions were self-evident.

Zhang Jue is a bodyguard, so he doesn't have much to do, just sit in the carriage and follow along.

About two hours later, the vanguard of the cavalry had arrived at the gate of the palace.

The last time Zhang Jue came in, he entered through the hole dug out by Prieter. Now when he came to the front of the palace, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

He has been a human being in two lifetimes, and he has seen countless magnificent buildings, but compared with this palace of the Hanged King, all of them pale in comparison.

Just a city gate is tens of meters high, and people are like ants under it, and it is not known what kind of power is used to drive it.

The tribute horse team passed the city defense smoothly, and Zhang Jue was relieved.

He was afraid of being recognized by those soldiers.

Although he had changed his clothes and mask a long time ago, his strength reached a certain level, which was mostly judged by his breath.

Fortunately, these soldiers are not qualified enough.

The palace is huge, and Zhang Jue has already experienced it.

But walking on the right path, you can feel something that you couldn't feel before.

For example, Zhang Jue once saw some people walking on the upside-down stairs, and this time he also experienced it.

Without feeling anything special, gravity was perfectly normal from his own perspective.

The only difference is that when you look up, you can see the top of the head of the person above.

The king and his cavalry were arranged in a huge palace.

The next thing to do is to wait.

After all the lords have entered the palace, the Hanged King will hold a court meeting to accept the tribute from these dependent countries.

Zhang Jue could tell that the king he served seemed a little nervous.

Since entering the palace, his hands have been shaking.

"Mr. Feng Qingyang, tell me, can we succeed this time?" He asked Zhang Jue.

"Ah, this, how will you know if you don't work hard? Give it a try, and the bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!" Zhang Jue hid inside while fooling him.

Because he saw the alluring leader Huang leading a group of soldiers and negotiating with an official.

It is probably to take stock of the tribute that the lord has paid.

Zhang Jue hid from her perspective to avoid complications.

After the tribute was counted, they waited for another hour, and even Zhang Jue became a little impatient.

But the country lord, on the contrary, was gearing up and getting more and more excited.

At this moment, there was a sound of "Woo--" over the palace.

Everyone stood up.

This sound meant that the banquet set up by His Majesty the King was about to begin.

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Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, Yan n and several other bigwigs for their rewards.

Chapter 342 Conspiracy

The banquet is about to begin.

Zhang Jue followed the king to the main hall of the palace.

The main hall is so large that it can even be described as magnificent.

Twenty or so lords of the subordinate countries entered the hall, just like ants on the Great Wall, which was out of proportion.

It is unknown how much manpower, material and financial resources will be spent on the construction of the entire palace.

The Hanged King was called a tyrant, and probably rightly so.

In the center of the main hall is a huge throne, the back of which extends all the way to the dome.

Below is a row of steps made of jade, covered with a red carpet, leading to the entrance of the main hall.

On both sides of the red carpet, a small dining table was placed every few meters for the lords of the country to eat.

Zhang Jue's lord chose the table farthest from the throne to sit down. Although he planned to rebel, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably. I don't know if it was because of excitement or nervousness.

Zhang Jue stood behind him, like a dedicated bodyguard, but his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, familiar with the surrounding environment.

After all the twenty or so lords were seated, a waiter brought out plates of delicious food.

It was said to be a "delicacy", but Zhang Jue actually didn't know what the colorful things on the plate were.

He even saw a few worms wriggling at the bottom of the pan.

Even though he was already invincible in the world, he couldn't help feeling a little nauseous.

Not to mention that there is still a lot of food in his different space, even if he died, he would not eat such things.

On the table in front of the throne, food was also served by the waiters, and it was obviously richer than the kings below.

But the legendary king never appeared.

Several lords whispered to the attendants behind them again, wondering if they were discussing the details of the assassination for a while.

Zhang Jue's lord also turned around and hooked his fingers at him.

Zhang Jue leaned over.

While paying attention to other people's movements, the king said to him: "Mr. Feng, we will play by ear in a moment. If they don't start, you must not do it first."

This guy is really a bit cowardly. He even wanted to seek stability after rebelling, how could he succeed.

But Zhang Jue didn't intend to help them at all, so he nodded with a smile.

The dishes were all served, and after a while, there was a sound of orderly footsteps at the gate of the main hall.

A group of heavily armed soldiers, armed with spears, came from a distance and lined up on both sides of the entrance of the main hall.

All the kings stood up unconsciously and looked towards the door.

outside the hall.

A burly man wearing a crown was slowly walking towards this side under the protection of a group of soldiers.

Behind him, the three leaders of red, white and yellow followed closely.

Needless to say, this person should be the famous Hanged King—of course, except for Zhang Jue, no one would dare to call him that.

The Hanged King passed through the lords who had been waiting there early on both sides, climbed up the steps step by step, and sat on the throne.

He held the handle with both hands, folded his left leg on top of his right, and looked down at the world.

It was impossible to look directly at the king's face, and everyone lowered their heads slightly.

They all seemed to be overwhelmed by the aura emanating from the Hanged King.

His appearance made the people who were still on the verge of making a move just now start to think about quitting.

No one dared to look directly at the Hanged King.

Except Zhang Jue.

He even sneaked a peek at the Hanged King as he passed by.

The appearance of the other party seemed to have remained unchanged at the moment before he was hanged.

It is very different from the image that appeared in the script of S-701 (The Hanged King's Elegy).

The Hanged King, at least, looked like a human being.

After the Hanged King was seated, a gong sounded, and the banquet officially began.

According to the rules, the king who came to pay tribute would show his most precious treasure on the spot at the banquet to show his loyalty to His Majesty the King.

Not long after the banquet started, the No.1 king knelt in front of the throne, holding a palm-sized box in his hand.

Chief Huang who was standing next to the Hanged King breathed out, and the small box automatically flew in front of the Hanged King.

The Hanged King supported the table with one hand, and opened the small box with the other.

Inside is a thing like a night pearl, exuding a blue shimmer,

The king knelt down on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, this luminous pearl can not only keep bright, but also help you prolong your life and keep your youth forever."

The Hanged King didn't speak, just nodded and closed the lid.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jue widened his eyes.

If he read it correctly, it is a glass ball. It is also a luminous pearl. It also prolongs life and keeps youth forever. One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it.

Next, several kings presented their tributes one by one.

Although the gifts they presented were different, they all had one characteristic - they were useless, but they were boasted like crazy.

Even Zhang Jue, a layman, could tell that what they took was fake, let alone the Hanged King, who controlled the lifeblood of the entire underground trading market.

But the Hanged King didn't seem to notice their tricks, squinting his eyes slightly, no matter how many times they offered treasures, he would accept them all.

However, the three leaders behind him all looked ashen, as if they wished to come down immediately and kill all these evil kings.

It seems that the Hanged King didn't know what they were planning, but he just didn't bother to expose it.

The king whom Zhang Jue took refuge in was the farthest from the Hanged King, and was also the last one to offer the treasure.

What he presented to the Hanged King was a black gold dagger. Although it was not a rare item, it was still much better than other people's things.

After presenting the treasure, the dishes on the Hanged King's table did not move. He glanced at the lords below who were full of ghosts, and said in a lazy voice, "This is the end of the banquet. If there is nothing else, let's break up."

With that said, he stood up and seemed to want to leave.

At this time, the first king who presented the treasure also stood up.

"Your Majesty, please stay, we still have something to say."

"Oh?" The Hanged King looked down at him, "Dumplowne, what do you want to say?"

"It's not that I have anything to say, it's us." The lord named Templeon looked at the others around him, "Your Majesty, you built this exchange, and we all acknowledge your favor, but so For a long time, we have paid enough treasures, and we still have our own people to support, and I am here this time to tell you that I will not give you any more in the future."

It was probably the first time he had spoken to the Hanged King in this way. Templeton's tone was humble at first, but then became more and more presumptuous, as if he had a different kind of pleasure.