Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The moment Alex walked in, the live broadcast started.

The channel used for this live broadcast is a mandatory special channel used by the royal family to announce important news. The brains of every imperial citizen will automatically connect to play.

"You still haven't accepted the result." Alex walked to him and motioned for him to sit down.

Isidore was still wearing the gorgeous robes he wore at the banquet, but they were stained with dust and looked dirty and cheap.

If in the past, if there was even half a speck of dust on his robe, he would change it on purpose and never look at it again.

But in just half a day, this dirty robe seemed to have become a symbol of the past emperor. Isidore wrapped it tightly around his body, as if wrapping his ridiculous self-esteem and pride.

"What, are you here to laugh at me?"

Isidore didn't know that the people outside were marching for him, thinking that the situation was over, and now everyone around him was laughing at him.

"No, Mr. Isidore, in fact, I don't want to laugh at you."

Alex sat face to face with him, shaking his head in denial, "I'm here to talk to you about my father."

"Your father..."

After Isidore suffered a blow, he has been in a daze today, looking far away at the huge hanging painting.

"General Ander, yes, I ordered him to be framed."

Now that the matter was over, Isidore did not hide anything anymore. Seeing Alex's expression that instantly became uncomfortable, a smile appeared in his old voice.

"I... didn't intend to kill him. As you said, he has great military achievements. Before I even ascended the throne, he was already the God of War general of the empire."

Alex's voice was cold: "So, what was it that made you determined to let him die?"

"Let me guess...Did Chester tell you that he was killed by me because Ander's superior skills made me afraid?" Isidore was still smiling, but his whole body His condition has aged rapidly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are stacked together.

"Actually, he was only half right. What really made me murderous was when I discovered that Ender knew the reason why the previous monarch died."

Alex frowned, looking slightly startled.

It turns out that my father always knew that the previous monarch was forced to die by Isidore.

"At that time, I went to confront your father, and he admitted it himself," Isidore recalled the events of the past years, feeling a little lost, as if he had returned to a period of high spirits, his eyes full of yearning.

"He told me that he doesn't care who is the monarch. The military and the royal family have separate powers. His mission is to protect all the planets belonging to the empire and kill the invading bugs and star bandits."

Alex: "And you didn't believe it."

Isidore suddenly turned to look at him, staring closely, as if he saw the shadow of Ander in this face again, and his expression began to become a little crazy.

"Of course I don't believe it! Do you know how important this secret is to me?"

"As long as one more person knows about it, I feel that this throne is unstable! It seems like there are thousands of needles pricking it! I don't allow anyone to be shaken!"

"You don't understand, you don't understand how tempting this throne is to me! Those nobles are hopeless, and no one among them supports me! I can only find a way on my own!"

He roared angrily, his gray hair was disheveled, and his cloudy eyes were full of tears, he was crazy and paranoid.

"The fight for the throne is a brutal and ruthless war! I have no supporters, and I am not even the first heir. My father was defeated in the throne, and I can't lose! So I killed him! I killed my relatives. Uncle, I want his blood to turn into a ladder for me to ascend to the throne!"

From beginning to end, Alex was calm, looking at Isidore going crazy with even some pity in his eyes.

"You are so ridiculous," he said. "Do you know how the empire has festered under your rule?"

"Believe it or not, if the Federation declares war on the Empire now, the Empire will have no power to fight back."

Isidore sneered, "Then isn't it your fault, General Alex! Doesn't that mean that you didn't train the people in the military properly?"

"This has nothing to do with my training. Do you know how scarce the resources of the military are now?" When mentioning this matter, Alex's tone became colder and his eyes were as sharp as arrows.

"You spent all your resources on seemingly gorgeous but useless decorations. You wanted to let everyone know how rich the royal family was, but you withheld resources that should have belonged to the military. Weapons and supplies were distributed layer by layer. , there is no way to even reach the frontline soldiers."

"In the past ten years or so, the number of deaths caused by uneven resource allocation in the military has been increasing year by year. You never pay attention to the reports I send to you. You always make verbal promises but no actual actions."

"I have spent almost all my money and property to replenish resources for the five military departments under my control, so their casualties will be relatively small. I can't do anything about the other military departments even if I want to."

Alex talked a lot and even shared war pictures fed back from the front line through the Zhinu virtual screen.

Isidore froze in place for a long time, his expression stiff.

"……how so."

No wonder the empire has faced more and more enemies in recent years. It turns out that everyone knows that they have become weaker...

"That's it for now, there's nothing more to say."

Alex stood up, his expression returned to coldness, "Perhaps you have already lost from the moment you framed me, Mr. Isidore, you are a failed monarch."

After saying the last sentence, he intentionally glanced at the equipment that was still broadcasting live, turned around and left the room where he was being held.

As if Isidore could no longer bear the blow, he sat alone on a chair, covering his face in the empty room and crying. His cries were old and rotten. Only he knew whether there was regret in them.

At the same time, the live broadcast was interrupted.

All the residents of the empire were forced to watch it, and everyone had mixed emotions.

The people who were still demonstrating on the street even cursed Isidore, tore up the sign that read Alex as a deserter, and repented on the spot.

The monarch they trusted turned out to be such a person.

The members of the military felt even more complicated. General Ender, the warrior they believed in as the God of War, lost his life for such an outrageous reason, and they still suspected that Alex was a deserter.

Especially Steven's Fourth Army.

Because Steven suppressed the news, they never knew that the weapons and resources used were purchased and made by Alex himself. They even almost attacked Alex at the banquet!

After the live broadcast, another explosive news appeared.