Summer Palace, bedroom.
King George VI was half leaning on the bed, his face pale, with a dark red stain on the bandage wrapped around his abdomen. In the corridor, the royal doctor was whispering something to Most Modeus George.
Finally, the doctor shook his head.
The young man, Most Modeus George, immediately had tears in his eyes.
As the only son of George VI, Most was not trained as a true heir, because George VI admitted that he was lucky to get the throne.
According to ability and character, the throne should belong to one of Gerald Modeus George, Mosalic Modeus George or Ronald Modeus George.
George VI was not just talking.
But, that's really what I intended.
As a result, the Tesin royal family achieved an unprecedented level of unity.
Gerald, Mossalek, and Ronald were all expressing themselves, both because of their personalities and because of the throne, and they were all trying - at least, they thought so.
What is the reality?
George VI smiled and said, that's it.
However, everything changed with Mosalek's unexpected death.
well!
King George VI sighed and picked up the intelligence beside him with difficulty.
The information was from a day ago and was only delivered to him now.
No doubt some people can't wait!
George VI glanced at his silly son standing in the corridor and felt guilty - in order to secure his throne, he had used his son more than once, but now?
Finally no longer needed.
However, it also made his son more dangerous.
Because Most was his son, the son of George VI, and the most legitimate heir to Tesin.
Even if he kept Most away from the center of royal power, these things would not change.
"Most?"
George VI cried faintly.
It's not fake, it's real.
Of course, the dagger could not have caused such serious injuries, but the poison on the dagger was hard to say - he had specially prepared that poison, both to make his death reasonable and as part of his plan.
"Father!"
The young man walked in quickly, bent down, and looked at his father with concern.
The sincerity on his face and the emotion in his eyes made George VI feel guilty again.
Most did not receive the so-called royal training, but learned painting, sculpture and other arts with his sponsorship. Of course, knowledge of the mystical side was also necessary.
baptism?
It must be one of the links.
With the help of the 'Fairy Lake' and 'Dragon Island', the prince successfully completed three baptisms, stepped into the first level, and became a 'Dragon Blood Warrior'.
It can be considered to have a certain degree of self-protection ability.
But it’s not enough.
George VI was thinking, but his pale face made the young man mistake his thinking for confusion.
Suddenly, the young man felt a pain in his heart.
He never thought that seeing his father again would be like this.
"Father, it's okay. The doctor said you will recover soon!"
The young man comforted his father.
"Ha, that doctor must be a quack."
"I'm not as fragile as you think. I'm just worried..."
"you!"
King George VI tried to sit up.
Most immediately helped him.
"The balance of Tesin has been broken. You can't stay here anymore. Gerald doesn't want you to stay here. Ronald will be jealous of you staying here. If you continue to stay here, you will only encounter unexpected events."
"so……"
"Let's go to the North."
George VI lowered his voice.
"What?!"
The young man was shocked and looked at his father in disbelief.
Uncle Ronald, every time he saw him, the viciousness in his eyes really made him uncomfortable.
But Uncle Gerald?
What an upright man!
He is a man with a true sense of honor!
"Gerald's character is beyond doubt, but Gerald is not alone - he has his own people, his own staff, and he needs to make plans for these people."
"Besides, when people face certain things, they will change!"
"What's more, there's Ronald!"
"He'll force Gerald to change!"
As George VI spoke, he grabbed his son's hand and secretly put a small note into the young man's hand.
"remember!"
"From now on! From this moment on!"
"They are no longer your uncles. Your only uncle is Scrooge!"
"You go to the North right now, I'll let Hist escort you there!"
"remember!"
"When you see that old bear, don't say anything. Kneel down and call him uncle. If he doesn't agree, kowtow until your head bleeds or you pass out, until he admits you are his nephew!"
George VI grabbed his son's hand and spoke sternly.
George VI only let go of his hand after the young man nodded.
"Go ahead, get ready!"
"Hist will come find you in a moment!"
George VI's voice grew weaker.
The young man stood there and didn't want to leave, but when George VI glared at him, the young man lowered his head and left.
"Hist."
The next moment after the young man left, George VI called out softly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
A middle-aged man wearing leather armor and with three swords on his waist, one long and two short, walked out.
The other party walked out from the shadows, and the whole process was silent.
Even George VI, who had witnessed the entire process, would subconsciously ignore this ordinary-looking man.
But this man is one of the four third-level "professionals" of the Tesin royal family, the court knight Hist.
George VI couldn't help but sigh as he looked at this once loyal court knight who had trained hyenas and vultures for him.
"What did Ronald promise you?"
George VI asked.
"Fiefdom, Grand Dukedom, and the right to self-government ."
Hist said calmly.
The knight of the court did not expect to be able to conceal his intentions from George VI.
In other words, as a court knight, he was the one who knew George VI best.
The scheming was so terrifying that it made him shudder.
Therefore, if George VI were alive, he would never betray.
Even if George VI was about to die, he would not fall out.
"I will deliver Moster safely to the North, in my name!"
Hist said solemnly.
"Um!"
King George VI nodded, but the next moment a strange light flashed in his eyes.
The light instantly enveloped Hist.
Hist instinctively struggled, but the next moment he stopped moving.
King George VI coughed twice, then looked down at the blood in his palm and couldn't help frowning - the poison he made himself was stronger than he had imagined.
Time...is not enough!
Thinking of this, George VI spoke faster:
"You are Hist, the person most trusted by George VI, the elder who watched Most grow up, and the most loyal knight. After George VI died, you pretended to agree to Ronald's request, but in fact you escorted Most, whom you always treated as your nephew, to the North. Your greatest wish in this life is to see Most get married and have children, and you will do anything to achieve this."
"I am Hist, the person most trusted by King George VI, and the elder who watched Most grow up..."
Hist repeated dully.
When he finished retelling, the light in George VI's eyes disappeared.
The court knight was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, looked at George VI, whose face was as pale as paper, and immediately knelt on one knee.
"Your Majesty, I will send His Highness to the North and protect him for the rest of his life, in the name of a 'Knight'!"
After saying that, Hist clenched his right fist and lightly hit his chest.
"Go ahead!"
King George VI forced a smile.
"Your Excellency, I will take my leave."
With tears in his eyes, Hist retreated into the shadows to the side.
King George VI looked at the lake that began to blur and finally disappeared completely from his sight, and sighed again.
Such secret techniques are not without cost.
Even if he made heavy arrangements, he would still lose two eyes.
It was originally intended to be a precautionary measure, to cut off the financial support for Ronald or his two remaining brothers.
However, to protect Most...
Okay!
With Hist's protection, he no longer had to worry about Most's safety after arriving in the North.
George VI, who had lost his eyes, half leaned on the bed waiting for the last moment of his life.
Tap tap tap!
Familiar footsteps.
"Gerald?"
George VI asked in a weak voice.
"It is I, Your Majesty."
Prince Gerald stood straight in front of the bed, looking guilty.
He believed that he had violated a soldier's duty and lost his military honor.
He agreed to his subordinates' request.
He refused at first, but Ronald pushed too hard. If he didn't fight back, he would leave the Tesin stage forever.
"Most, I sent Hist to the North. He won't be a hindrance to you."
“I, I…”
Prince Gerald was completely speechless. He didn't even know what expression he should use to face his brother.
"Don't feel guilty!"
"I was lucky to get the throne!"
"You deserve the throne because your honor and commitment to your promises will lead Tesin to prosperity. I cannot bear to see you ascend the throne, so I will give you the gift first."
George VI fumbled and handed over the item under the pillow.
Prince Gerald took it quickly.
It's a list and a contract.
The list is a list of hyenas and vultures.
The contract is a contract with the 'Secret Keeper'.
After seeing clearly what was in his hand, Prince Gerald could no longer hold back, and knelt on one knee and burst into tears, as he had always demanded of his Royal Highness as a soldier.
"Don't cry! Don't cry!"
"Leave now!"
"Ronald should be here soon!"
"I'll wait for him here!"
Gerald said through gritted teeth.
"You want to fight me in front of a dying man? Do you want me to die with my eyes open? Let's go!"
George VI tried to wave.
However, at this moment, his weak body couldn't even do such a movement.
Prince Gerald left.
But not far.
Just as George VI had guessed, Prince Gerald stood in the corridor, looking at Ronald who appeared at the end of the corridor. The prince squinted his eyes and held back his anger.
Ronald looked at Prince Gerald with a little surprise, then shook his head.
Mossalek is dead.
Hist surrendered to him.
He also controls Tesin's secret forces.
And the opponent is just a nominal 'marshal'!
Especially since the person he really cared about was about to die!
Destiny is in his hands!
How could he lose!
Ronald passed Gerald and walked into the ward.
Gerald clenched his fist, but ultimately did not swing it.
"His Majesty!"
Ronald saluted respectfully.
Then, without waiting for George VI to speak, the prince continued.
"I've finally waited for this day!"
"after all……"
"I still win!"
After saying this, the prince couldn't help laughing.
"Your ambition will drag the entire Tesin into the abyss!"
George VI said this.
"No!"
"My ambition is to bring new life to this aging kingdom - so, Your Majesty, please hand over the contract between the royal family and the 'Secret Keeper'!"
The prince raised his voice.
"contract?"
"I'm burned."
George VI laughed playfully in a weak voice, as if he was back in the days when he was feeding the fish by the lake at the Summer Palace.
"you?!"
The prince narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning cold.
But then it disappeared.
Not only did he care about his reputation, but also because of the murderous intention behind him - Gerald stared at Ronald, and the prince, who was a military man, swore that if Ronald dared to do anything out of line at this time, he would kill the other party regardless of the consequences.
"take it easy!"
"I was just kidding!"
"Your Majesty, you still look very good. I guess... you can still live for another day or two?"
"I look forward to you seeing the sunrise tomorrow morning!"
Ronald first waved at Gerald, then turned around and spoke viciously.
"Ronald!"
Gerald roared and grabbed Ronald by the collar.
However, Ronald didn't care at all and let Gerald pick him up. The prince looked at Gerald's arms instead - that seemed to be...
contract?
Damn Woodrow!
Will death cause me trouble?
Ronald said with a smile.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
"Your Majesty is not dead yet!"
"Are you going to be so rude?"
Gerald loosened his hands, Ronald stood up again, the prince patted his collar, turned and left.
Oh, you stubborn guy, what does it matter even if there is a contract between the Tesin royal family and the "Secret Keeper"?
They won't really help you.
When I truly defeat you, everything will still be mine.
Thinking of this, Ronald walked faster.
As for losing to Gerald?
He never thought that someone as smart as himself would lose to a reckless man.
Ronald is gone.
Gerald also left at the signal of George VI.
George VI was the only one left in the room.
At least, that's what it looks like on the surface.
A man dressed as a waiter approached quietly. He did not enter the room, but stood outside the door, listening attentively.
"The world is too bitter."
"In the next life..."
"I'm definitely not coming."
The man heard every word of George VI talking to himself.
The other party raised his hand to record.
Then, leave.
Ten minutes later, the real waiter returned.
He pushed the door open quietly and saw George VI lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed and the quilt rolled to the side.
Immediately, the waiter had to cover George VI with the quilt again.
However, the other party suddenly discovered something was wrong.
The other person raised his hand tremblingly and placed it under George VI's nose.
Slightly cool.
No breath at all.
The waiter shuddered.
The next moment——
Dong! Dong Dong!
The death knell of the Summer Palace continues to ring.
"His Majesty!"
The waiters and servants of the Summer Palace knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
Most, who had just left the Summer Palace, turned his head, unable to hide his grief, and tears flowed again.
"Father!"
"Your Highness, we need to speed up!"
"Ronald's men are already targeting us!"
The court knight Hist shook off the blood on his dagger and said in a low voice.
"Okay, North?"
"Uncle Scrooge?"
After the young man climbed onto the horse, he muttered to himself in a daze.
Bang!
The whip whipped.
The two riders rode quickly, leaving Bodø and heading straight for the North.
…
Faber, Sai Palace.
King Fapol VII, who was just thirty years old, sat on the throne and looked at the luxurious party in front of him.
All the dignitaries of Faber in Sacre appeared in their best attire.
Portions of well-made food were served.
Glasses of fine wine from a long vintage were placed aside.
The party hasn't started yet.
This is the warm-up before the party.
The young man is looking for the girl of his dreams and preparing to have his first dance.
The middle-aged man picked up his glass and talked with people of the same status about recent events.
The older people sat in the seats reserved for their age.
Chatting, but not chatting.
People who seem random are actually clearly divided.
Everyone was talking in low voices in their own circle.
No crossing of boundaries.
Not to mention chatting.
Maybe there will be such an opportunity after the party is about to end, but definitely not now.
Fapol VII raised his finger, and the court official Polti immediately brought the king a drink - a mixture of juice and wine, with an alcohol content so low that it could be called juice.
It is well known that Fabol VII did not like alcoholic beverages.
But Faber's court was quite fond of wine.
As king, Fapol VII did not change this because of his own preferences.
At least……
That's what it seems on the surface.
"Start from the small aspects, little by little, accumulate enough help, and then... make the final decision!"
Fapol VII held a glass of wine and glanced at a corner of the crowd without leaving a trace.
There were more than a dozen people sitting there.
Different from the people attending the party, these dozen people were much better than others in terms of clothing and demeanor, and were almost on par with those around Fapol VII.
The two are far apart, facing each other like rocks.
The remaining people are like flowing water.
The water flows fast, but the rocks are solid as iron.
"The Tulip Family!"
Fapol VII controlled himself from frowning.
But someone from the Rose Family behind him frowned.
Because, Dirkmo, dressed in gorgeous clothes, was not only late, but also nodded to the people of the Tulip family after he walked in.
"Dirkmer?"
Several young men from each family frowned slightly.
A middle-aged man even stood up.
Dirkmo noticed the changes here, nodded slightly apologetically to the people of the Tulip Family, and walked straight to where Fapol VII was.
"His Majesty!"
Dirkmer bowed.
"Sit down."
Fapol VII said indifferently - he knew everything about the alien "born" in this family, but some things were beyond his expectations, such as the other party's blood mutation and potential.
Although he added fuel to the fire, he did not anticipate the outcome.
The king even suspected that George VI was setting a trap for him.
But there is no evidence!
Moreover, George VI also gave him corresponding help afterwards.
This made him suppress his doubts.
"I don't know. Is George VI dead?"
When Faber VII thought about the possible death of his collaborator, he felt no sadness but only joy.
Because, as long as the other person dies.
No one will ever know those things.
He was looking forward to it very much.
Suddenly, the king felt much better and smiled at Dirkmo.
Seeing Fapol VII's smile, Dirkmer hesitated for a moment and said:
"Your Majesty, I have a girl I like."
"I hope you can be my witness."
"Oh? Who is it?"
Fapol VII asked in surprise.
The people from the Rose Family around were also surprised.
"It's Margaret Mag."
Marg, this family name is no stranger to everyone present.
Even a famous one.
Because Marg represents the Tulip family.
And Margaret Mag?
She is also the only daughter of the Duke of Tulip.
"Dilkmo!"
All the members of the Rose Family stood up and roared.
They felt betrayed.
They were extremely angry.
Dirkmo lowered his head and said nothing - the Grand Master of the 'Rose Knights' had been in turmoil and had a hard time recently. He had always been following orders and had never made any mistakes, but why was he despised by people?
He thought.
Finally, he figured out the answer.
Power!
Real power!
He has no real power!
He relies on the so-called "family" for everything, but what has this so-called family given him?
There was nothing. Having grown up eating black bread, he could not fit in at all.
Since this one can't fit in, let's change it.
It just so happened that Faber had two major families.
The Rose Family can’t.
That……
What about the Tulip Family?
This is what Dirkmer thought and did.
The process was smoother.
The Grand Duke of Tulip promised to marry his only daughter to him.
As for what will be endured?
Dirkmer had already thought it through.
Anyway, he had endured this before, so he might as well find an opportunity to fight back.
Thinking of this, Dirkmo raised his head.
He looked directly at the Rose family.
Only when he saw Fapol VII did he feel a slight sense of guilt - because Fapol VII was the only person in the entire Rose Family who had helped him several times.
But then, the Grand Master of the Order of the Rose gritted his teeth.
"Your Majesty, please grant me your blessing."
"oh?"
“It’s Margaret!”
Fapol VII looked towards the Tulip family with surprise, but he did not look at the Grand Duke of Tulip. Instead, he searched for the lady, but found nothing.
"Where's Margaret?"
the king asked.
Dirkmer immediately turned around to look for it.
The Duke of Tulip also looked around.
No!
There was no trace of the Grand Duke's daughter in the entire Sai Palace.
The guards went out to look for the Archduke's daughter, while the guests around them were whispering to each other, looking at the Grand Master of the Order of the Rose with ridicule and mockery in their eyes.
Although no conclusion has been reached yet, the disappearance of the Grand Duke's daughter is enough to explain the problem.
Dirkmo's face looked extremely ugly.
And the Duke of Tulips also had an ugly look on his face.
On the contrary, the people of the Rose Family were smiling again, especially King Fapol VII, who smiled brightly and once again took the wine glass from the court official Polti and gave him an admiring look.
Well done, Polti.
Sark, Pier.
On a merchant ship bound for Lidar, Margaret Mag, who was in disguise, looked back in the direction of the Sai Palace with a hint of apology in her eyes. The lady carrying a box of about 5 million gold bills said softly, "I'm sorry, father. I don't want to be a victim of your political marriage. I hope to pursue the rich life I love. I only took the money in your small treasury, but the benefits given to you by the family should be enough for your retirement."
"Goodbye, my cold-blooded father."
Woo!
The whistle sounded and the lady walked into the first class cabin.
She was ready to pursue her own life.
Three days later——
The lady was stunned when she saw the bear castle in front of her.
"Why not Lidar?"
"I clearly bought a boat ticket to Lidar!"
The lady frowned slightly.
She recalled the whole process and quickly found the key point - Fapol VII!
This king whom she should call cousin!
It must be the other party's doing!
"No wonder I was able to escape so smoothly."
Margaret Mag was talking to herself. Just as she was thinking about her next step, she heard a conversation beside her.
"Do you know?"
"The Grand Duke's nephew, His Highness Goethe Wayne, has won ten battles in ten. Maybe he can win a hundred battles!"
“It’s possible!”
“But it’s so difficult!”
“Even though this prince is very powerful and has defeated many powerful warriors from the North, the strong men from Tesin and Fabol will arrive soon. After all, this prince has put his Svetla Territory on the line!”
"I heard that this prince has already arrived at Xiongbao to worship his ancestors. Maybe we can see one or two battles between this prince and other powerful men in the near future!"
"I hope this prince can win! You know, it was this prince who stopped the 'Rose Knights' before!"
"Yes! I hope this prince can win!"
The conversation faded away.
Margaret Magg, however, supported her chin with one hand, thinking about key words.
Goethe Wein.
Ten battles and ten wins.
Svetla collar.
Stopped the 'Order of the Rose'.
Involuntarily, the lady gave up the idea of ​​changing ship to Lidal.
The Bear Castle in front of her was obviously more attractive to her now.
She suddenly wanted to meet the Grand Duke's nephew named Goethe Wein.
Of course not now.
It's not Margaret Mag's identity either.
But the challenger!
She wanted to test the quality of this nephew of the Grand Duke.
Then?
Of course it’s a big deal!
Since her cousin sent her to Xiong Castle, how could she not repay him?
She doesn't like being calculated!
But someone has already plotted against her, so she...
You have to let the other person know what it means to feel pain!