Rebuilding Teyvat in another world

Francis I was a very ordinary monarch.

He had all the bad habits of a monarch, such as extravagance, arrogance, wanton behavior, and suspicion of his adult son.

His eldest son, Prince Sith, is thirty years old this year. He is a middle-aged man with a family and children. He is upright and resolute. He has served in the army and has made military exploits. His personal life is frugal and he does not like extravagance. For the first time, he persuaded Franz I to use money for people's livelihood construction.

Even when persuasion failed, he single-handedly organized the gladiatorial competition and earned subsidies for the common people of Bangladesh through this event that was watched eagerly by the world.

In stark contrast to his father, he is extremely prestigious among civilians.

Of course, for princes and nobles, thirty is just adulthood, and fifty is just middle age.

These policies were where he really came into conflict with Francis I.

For the king, his body was not as healthy as usual, while his son was like the rising sun, and he saw that his policies might be overturned after his death. No monarch would be happy to see this.

So, he suppressed his son crazily.

Restrict his rights, support other sons to suppress him, and beat him from time to time...

But at the same time, he is also a true king and father.

Suppression is suppression, but the son is still his, and the country's legacy must be taken into consideration.

No one is more suitable to be his heir than Sith, whether it is because of inheritance laws or personal abilities. None of his legitimate and illegitimate children have his abilities.

Therefore, there are some things he must give to him.

In the splendid palace of Bratania, in the bedroom of Francis I, the king who had suppressed his eldest son for a long time rarely summoned him alone.

The Prince of Sith is very similar to him. In his thirties, he has gradually acquired the demeanor of a mature man, but his eyes are still as high-spirited as an innocent boy.

At this moment, he stood in front of his father, lowered his head, and listened to his father, who had been at odds with him in recent years, rarely say in a non-malicious voice: "Sith, my son."

He meekly said: "Yes, Father."

Then he heard the unmistakable voice of the king saying to him: "Raise your head."

He was surprised for a moment. Considering that his father had become increasingly moody towards his eldest son in recent years, he did not dare to disobey him, so he had to raise his head and look directly at him frankly.

He doesn't look like a prince at all.

It's even less like a child of Franz I.

Franz's eyes were sharp and cold. Being looked at by such eyes, Sith's expression did not change at all, calm and calm.

After a long time, Franz looked away and said calmly: "Follow me."

All the king's rooms are as splendid, luxurious and charming as his character, only his study is completely different.

Simple and elegant books are piled on the bookshelf one after another. The only scent of books and ink in the room can be heard quietly as the needle drops.

Sith was a little surprised.

This study is privately owned by the king. It can even be said to be the most inconspicuous study in the palace. However, few people are allowed to enter the king's private place, even his younger brother, the most favored West Asia. I was not allowed to enter this study.

There was deep uneasiness in his heart.

Then, Franz took off a ring inlaid with a blue gemstone from the middle finger of his right hand, and then took out a thick general history of Mondstadt on the bookshelf. He lifted up the wooden board under the book to reveal A keyhole-like groove.

He put the sapphire ring into the groove, and then he saw the bookshelf in the study move away silently, revealing the bare floor. When he lifted the floor, he saw a dark hole underneath.

Franz I walked in first.

The Sith followed him down the secret passage.

It is not surprising that any royal palace has secret rooms.

Secret rooms, secret passages, escape routes...

Only the homes of new upstart aristocrats do not have these protective measures. Sith also knows this. Even his manor has two secret rooms, but this secret passage is different. He followed his father for a long time, and many times on the road there were Instead of following the secret passage, he took out the key from somewhere, opened another door in a place where he thought there was no way, and walked in.

He saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, but he felt inexplicably horrified.

Finally, after passing through many checkpoints and various guards, and using their own blood to open the last mechanism, they finally stood in front of a door. This was a bronze door, as if it had been passed down from ancient times to this day. There is a huge four-petaled flower pattern on the top of the door, and the cyan light outlines strange marks on the door.

This does not seem to be something that can be cast by human power.

He couldn't help being shocked and couldn't recover for a long time.

Francis I, who was walking in front of him, considerately left his son time to sort out his mood. He did the same when he first saw such a scene.

"This is the secret of this world."

In the hollow underground, the king's voice was not as serious as before, but it was extremely eerie.

"This is the secret that our Lawrence family, all the nobles, and all the magicians have buried together."

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

Very strange.

This door has no protection and is incredibly light. Anyone can push it open.

And with a creaking sound, intense white light came out from the door. For a moment, the sky and the earth were completely white, as if seven runes were flashing alternately in his mind. Until he regained his vision, everything in front of him shocked him.

"That's...that's-"

His father, Francis I, turned his back to him and said calmly: "That is our original sin. We have hidden the secret from the world for five hundred years."

"Our god, the true god who helped us emerge from the ice and snow that froze civilization 2,600 years ago and established Mondstadt, the god of freedom."

It was a huge statue.

The young man whose face was unclear stretched out his hands, spread his wings, and stood barefoot.

The blurry face couldn't be seen clearly, but the transcendent divinity made him couldn't help but tremble.

When facing the statue directly, it seemed that some memory buried in his blood was awakened. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at the statue of the god.

He turned his gaze to his father, who had his head raised, and saw that his hands were clenched tightly, with veins popping out.

The gods above all the world seemed to be watching them, watching these trespassers.

"The god who was betrayed by us is also one of the seven gods who ruled the world five hundred years ago - the wind god, Barbatos."

My father's voice was hoarse and high-pitched.

He couldn't care about him for a moment, he just felt at a loss.

It was as if his unshakable faith collapsed, and the real world grinned at him behind the fragments.

traitor.

traitor.

Betrayed the gods and betrayed the people.

That was the original sin of the Lawrence family.

There is no glorious and just history. They were despicable and shameless traitors from the very beginning!