Chapter 510 (1/2)

Chapter 510: The Flower of Revenge

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

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When he entered the basement of the palace, Hill Fawkes felt his heart tremble, not out of fear, but rather uncontrollable excitement.

The flickering flame of the torch seemed to dance for him, while his steps echoed praises off the stone floor.

He never felt the dark, quiet basement could be so wonderful.

After arriving at the ground floor of the basement, Theo searched his body again. He then patted his shoulder and whispered, “Go, and don’t stay too long.”

Hill nodded and walked excitedly into the darkness ahead… After a while, as he passed through a darkened walkway and approached the cage, he slowed down so he could fully savor this memorable moment.

He then saw the murderer who killed his wife,

Timothy Wimbledon.

At that moment, Hill covered his mouth, as his eyes were filled with tears… Everything that he had done before was not in vain, and the outcome came earlier than he expected.

“My wife would smile at this sight,” he thought.

“Who… is it?” Timothy asked. He turned around, leaned against the rails, and he desperately asked, “Is that you, demon… Did you change your mind?”

Hill came out of the shadows and paced to the cage.

Timothy was shocked and then became wary. He moved two steps back. “Who are you? Who let you in? Where is Roland Wimbledon? I want to see him!”

This was the formerly haughty king.

Hill had only seen what Timothy looked like from a distance in the ascending ceremony. At that time, he wore a crimson robe, a shining and noble crown, and he held a golden scepter in his hand. Surrounded by the Knights of King’s City, he walked to the high platform step by step and accepted the coronation. Hill once hoped that he would become a good king who would give everyone a stable life, but the later raid tore the whole city, the acrobatic troupe, and the families apart. As a result, all these expectations for the future disappeared.

Now, he finally felt the sweetness of revenge—it did not contain any pity for this enemy or emptiness after success. Instead, all he felt was just sweetness and happiness, which warmed his cold heart again… To his surprise, he found he actually was fond of this kind of feeling.

“I’m Hill Fawkes, Your Majesty,” Hill said as he bowed. “I’m a member of ‘Dove and Cylinder’, and it’s impossible for you to know me, but I know you.”

“…” Timothy was stone-faced and speechless.