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Chapter 925 News from Sparta
It didn't take long for Mo Sen's rhetoric to spread throughout the entire capital.

Almost everyone thought that Mo Sen was whimsical, and what made everyone even more puzzled was that Mo Sen, who made such shocking words, did nothing afterwards.

Goes to his scientific estate every day as usual, and he has even been seen wandering the market.

Now, everyone in the country thought he was really crazy.

Mahmud took this opportunity to contact many nobles, came to the palace together, and raised the issue of heirs again.

Faced with the siege of many nobles, the old king was devastated. Thinking of Mo Sen's absurd words and actions in recent days, the old king was completely disappointed.

In the end, only one of the other two sons could be chosen as the heir.

10 days passed by in a flash.

In the early morning of the 10th day, Mo Sen came to the palace again, accompanied by four boxes.

"What's going on, what is he doing here?" Many nobles were discussing.

Mahmud thought the dust had settled, so he reached out and stopped Mo Sen.

"His Royal Highness, His Majesty the King is dealing with government affairs with ministers..."

Mohsen didn't even look at Mahmoud. He knew all about Mahmoud's secret actions. Since he was destined to be on the opposite side, there was no need to give the other party a good look.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Mahmud shouted loudly, and the sound alarmed the king in the hall.

Seeing Mo Sen appear, everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Mosen..."

The old king looked surprised.

Mo Sen didn't say anything, just waved his hand.

Several attendants put the box in their arms on the ground and opened it.

4 glaring heads in a box.

"This is……"

The old king stood up abruptly.

How could he not recognize the appearance of these four people? They were the kings of the four countries that Mosen marked out 4 days ago!

"You killed them!"

The old king sat on the chair in a daze, panting heavily.

The surrounding nobles were also in an uproar.

"what have you done?!"

Mahmoud jumped out suddenly.

"Do you think that killing the kings of various countries can occupy their countries?"

"The king is dead, but their heirs are still there, the nobles in the country are still there, and the army is still there!"

"What you have done will only arouse the anger of the whole country. Now the four countries are fighting against each other. If they attack the territory of Persia together..."

Everyone's faces became extremely ugly.

Mo Sen didn't say anything, just stood there quietly.

"Gods above, what shall we do?"

"Hurry up, gather the army before they react!"

"Or we surrender."

"Hand over Prince Mawson. He did this. Handing him over may calm the anger of the four countries!"

"You stupid thing!"

Mahmoud was furious.

The old king has already appointed one of them as his successor. After a few years when the king becomes old, Mahmud can justifiably intervene in state affairs.

At that time, although he is not a king, he will have the same power as a king, which is simply a step up to the sky.

But now the bright future has been ruined by Mo Sen. Four countries will attack Persia soon. Even if they barely win the war, can the Persian Empire be as strong as it is now?
And what if they lose?

Everything will disappear, and it may even be accompanied by life.

How could Mahmud not be angry?!

Anger went to his head, and he even took a step forward to pull Mawson's collar.

"Go away!"

Not seeing what Mo Sen did, Mahmoud's burly body flew upside down.

Mo Sen looked indifferent, he glanced around, strange thing, no one in the field dared to look at him.

"It's just four of the heads."

"There are still a few cars outside the city."

Mason said casually.

"If there are no accidents, all the people in the palaces of the four countries should have died."

As soon as Mo Sen finished speaking, the whole hall suddenly fell into deathly silence.

"Dead... all dead?"

The old king looked incredible.

Mawson nodded.

"You can send someone directly to negotiate with the great nobles in their country. If you want, you can retain the territory and power and join the Persian Empire."

"If he doesn't want to, you can ask him to go to the royal palace in his respective royal city to have a look."

"I think when he comes out of the palace, he will agree."

Mo Sen said calmly, but everyone knows that if what he said is true, then the royal palaces in these four countries will be bleeding like rivers!
"impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

Mahmoud shouted.

"It's only been a few days, and no one can kill all the people in the four palaces quietly."

Mo Sen didn't even look at Mahmoud. He was not interested in such a lost dog at all.

In fact, if Mo Sen is willing, he can show the future of the empire at the beginning, try to be a qualified prince, and act for everyone to see.

However, he didn't want to.

That was a waste of time, and more importantly, Mo Sen felt that it was meaningless.

It's just a throne, and it's not worth his effort.

As it is now, simple and rude, with immediate results.

"According to the agreement, does the throne belong to me?"

The old king swallowed his saliva. He looked at his son, and a trace of fear crawled into his heart in a trance.

What if you refuse?
Expelling this terrible thought from his mind, the old king suddenly stood up, and he immediately figured out the cause and effect. If what Mo Sen said was true...

"Come on!"

"Go and push the heads of the people outside the city to me!"

Everyone walked out of the palace, and not long after, more than a dozen carts of heads filled the square in front of the palace.

The densely packed heads are stacked together, and that scene is unforgettable at first sight.

"Hahaha!"

The old king laughed heartily.

"As expected, he is my son!"

"I will rest assured when I leave the Persian Empire to you!"

"From today onwards, you are the heir to the Persian Empire. One month later, the whole country will celebrate with you and hold a coronation ceremony for you!"

As soon as the old king finished speaking, there was only sparse applause around him. Mo Sen's eyes swept across the room, and everyone immediately put on an enthusiastic look.

But among these people, Mahmoud was not included. A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and Mahmoud slipped out quietly while no one was paying attention.

A great future is right in front of him. If he misses it, he will never get ahead. And since he offended Mawson today, it may not take long...

"I can't sit still."

"I still have a chance, the guards of the royal city are all my people, as long as they surround this place, then..."

A hint of ferocity flashed in Mahmud's eyes, and he had no way out at this moment.

Of course Mo Sen didn't know about these things, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He didn't want to intervene in the government affairs of the Persian Empire prematurely, but a traveling businessman brought him a piece of news not long ago, which came from far away Sparta.

(End of this chapter)