The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Agonas, my mother?" Terrence had no idea what Agonas meant by this exclamation, he just wanted to know about his mother's situation urgently.

Argonas lowered his eyes and looked at Terrence's anxious expression, and he understood Count Taki's determination to give up his family's foundation.

If he had not been born into the royal family, Terrence would have been a very filial descendant, and their family might have lived a more comfortable life.

"Don't worry, she's not dead yet." Polina was lucky. She lost a lot of blood, but she was still hanging on and managed to get treatment.

Although he is unconscious, his condition is stable.

"That's good, that's good!" Hearing this, Terrence breathed a sigh of relief, squatted back on the ground, and felt less anxious.

"Oh, Terrence, that's all you can do. I don't know how you grew up. You can only cry and call for your mother when something happens?"

Eamon looked at them sideways, his lake blue eyes showing disdain and a hint of envy. He spoke sarcastically and pretended to be calm.

"Whatever you say." Knowing that his mother was still alive, Terrence felt relieved. Although he was still trapped in prison, he felt that nothing mattered anymore, and he didn't want to argue with Eamon.

He knew that he was not smart and would always be fooled by Amon's words, so he simply didn't talk to him too much.

"Big brother, you won, and you won completely. You can kill me or chop me up without hesitation. It's up to you." Seeing that Terrence ignored him, Aamon didn't bother himself anymore.

After being imprisoned for three days, he knew very well what his fate would be. Not wanting to experience the agony of waiting for death, he shouted and ordered someone to call Argonas.

Argonas did not reply immediately. He stared at him through the iron railings, which made Amon feel uneasy. Then he spoke:

"Amon, why do you want to fight for the throne?"

"...Ha, why? Do you need a reason to pursue power? Don't you think this question is too ridiculous, my dear brother?" Amon frowned, not understanding why Argonas could ask such an obvious question.

"You just want to be a monarch that everyone looks up to, Eamon, what about your responsibilities? Even as a prince, what about your responsibilities? Do you remember what you said when you first entered the palace?"

Argonath was still troubled by the state of affairs in Amon's domain.

He still remembered that when he was young and first met this royal brother who was found from the slums, although the other party was thin, there was a gleam in his eyes.

Although the boy was very timid and restrained when he first entered the palace, in order to prove himself, he mustered up the courage to tell his deeds of punishing evildoers and saving the poor.

"...Argonas, I don't understand what you are saying!" Amon lowered his head, unwilling to give a direct answer.

There was the sound of chains, the iron cage was opened, and Eamon, who was sitting in the corner, was picked up by the neck.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Amon was very angry at first, thinking that Argonas was taking revenge and beating him, but he saw the other party pulling his collar and walking out of the prison.

"Big brother, you come..." Aamon shouted loudly, but suddenly stopped talking when he met Argonas's serious gaze.

"Keep up!" Argonas released his restraints on Aamon and walked forward, asking the other party to catch up quickly.

"Brother, aren't you afraid that I will run away?" Eamon loosened his collar and asked back.

"If you have the ability." Agnas did not look back and continued to walk forward with big strides.

Aamon frowned, knowing that since the other party had the guts to let him out, they must have a backup plan and were not afraid that he would escape.

Exhaling a breath, he followed.

They took a shortcut out of the palace. Outside the palace gate, in addition to the patrolling guards, there were many skinny poor people sitting on both sides of the street.

They were dressed in rags and had pale faces. Even when they were queuing up to receive the relief food distributed from the palace, most of them had lost their vitality in their eyes.

Amon felt a chill down his spine, and continued to follow Argonas's uninterrupted steps in silence.

Many poor people were squatting in the shade of the marble columns at the main entrance of the church. Too many people, young and old, men and women, gathered here.

Some of them were coughing constantly, and some were vomiting non-stop. Most of these people were factory laborers who had contracted diseases due to work, but they had no money to treat themselves.

He begged in front of the church and at the feet of the priest, but was turned away because he did not pay enough money.

After Agonas took over control, he killed several priests who disobeyed his orders. Only then did the people in the church behave themselves and began to receive and try to treat patients.

But there were too many people, and the situation and number of people were increasing. There was no room left in the church.

The nuns carried medicines and led the invited doctors to shuttle between the patients. The priests with healing powers held holy water and fed them one by one. Even though they were busy and sweating, new sick believers were sent in and the consular nun would arrange a place for them to stay.

Looking at the clinic not far away, it was also crowded with people.

"They..." Aamon couldn't believe his eyes. How could the capital city be like this in just a few months?

When he went to see it a few months ago, it was clearly not that serious.

"Amon, this is the area under your management. Do you feel their pain? The princes who came out of the slums, you have never given them any preferential treatment for the rights you enjoy."