Quadruple split

"Is it stormy?"

Mo, who was standing next to Marquis Diggory, narrowed his eyes slightly, remained silent for a long time before letting out a bitter smile, and whispered: "The previous letter from His Highness Gawir Logan was thanking you, Your Majesty Diggory."

Marquis Robert Diggory, who seemed to have only a sinecure but was actually the chief intelligence officer of the Chauvinian Empire, smiled dryly and did not deny the fact that he was indeed working very hard. Moody Burke, the Director-General of the Inspectorate next to him, also smiled. With similar expressions, it was obvious that they were both the staunchest supporters of Emperor William, and they had already read the letter written by Gavel to Mo.

So even if Griffin deliberately blocked the news from the Chauvinian Empire, the fact that the murderer of the Chauvinist Crown Prince Arthur Boho successfully escaped from Azgurban Prison was eventually brought to the core of the empire. circle.

Mo turned his head and glanced in the direction of the meeting hall, casting an inquiring look at Marquis Diggory.

The latter sighed and nodded slightly.

Does your Majesty know?

Your Majesty knows.

It is not a very complicated communication, but it can only be done with eyes.

There is no other reason. After all, both Mo and Marquis Digory and others know very well that there is an essential difference between the Merchant King before seeing the letter and the Shavin Emperor after seeing the letter!

at this time

"The Lord of Sin has arrived too?"

A familiar voice came from not far away. The three of them looked back and saw Archduke Garros, Grand Duke Fossey, Marshal Galahad, and Justice Clement walking towards them.

In addition to Crown Prince Arthur, who will never come back, the two juniors Cassana and Cedric, Emperor William's valet Marquis Will McBride, and everyone who is accompanying the Queen, including Ji Xiaodao' Lady Miranda Fisher, the Marquis, and the inner circle of the Chauvinist Empire who last gathered at the Tula Palace have arrived.

Of course, this refers to the inner circle headed by Emperor William. After all, even if Chauvin is a young and energetic empire, there will inevitably be many disharmonious voices. Although its power is far from being able to compete with the royal faction, it cannot be underestimated. watch for.

After all, those who could be underestimated had been eradicated by William a long time ago.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Mo impeccably saluted the big guys in front of him and said in an indifferent voice: "The Lord of Sin has met all of you."

Obviously, even though he is the one with the lowest status among the people, the sin lord has no intention of actively getting close to the adults in front of him, and the certain negative aura exuding from him has changed the already depressed atmosphere. Got to be heavier.

"Still too young."

Galahad indeed did not show any face to Mo, but looked at the latter steadily with his deep eyes: "His Royal Highness Arthur died in battle."

However, the Sin Lord did not bow down in silence as everyone imagined, but looked directly into Galahad's unruffled eyes: "He died without any dignity or honor."

"you"

Buzz——

A gentle breeze blew by, and a tired-looking Garros appeared between Mo and Galahad. He first smiled bitterly at the latter and shook his head: "Marshal, I think now is not the time to discuss this issue. "

Galahad nodded gloomily, turned to look in the direction of the council chamber and said nothing.

"The Lord of Sin."

Garros turned to look at Mo again, and said solemnly with a straight face: "In any case, keep in mind your identity. His Highness Arthur grew up under the eyes of the Marshal. He is watched by almost everyone here except you." Growing up with it.”

The implication is very simple, that is, don't take yourself too seriously. You may be Arthur's friend, but even your best bond may not be any better than anyone else present.

It may sound rude at first, but it is a kind of protection for the sin lord. Otherwise, if Galahad really gets angry, Mo, a new noble who has just entered the inner circle and lost his biggest supporter, will be in big trouble. .

"yes."

Mo nodded slightly and didn't even say an apology.

To be honest, his current performance makes it difficult for people to associate him with the Sin Lord who was always smiling and polite to everyone not long ago. However, it is precisely because of this that everyone feels that this young man is indeed genuine. .

And true temperament is not annoying in most cases.

"Ahem, Grand Duke Fossai."

Seeing that the situation was a little awkward, Marquis Diggory quickly changed the subject and asked Fossey very naturally: "How is your Majesty's side?"

"Who am I going to ask? A few of us have been waiting in the side hall before, and we haven't received any news yet."

Fosset shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Your Majesty has never been late for any meeting in the past, so I don't know what to do now."

Earl Burke sighed and suggested: "How about we continue to sit in the side hall for a while? When will Your Majesty wait?"

"What are you waiting for?"

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and Marquis Mirada, who had hardly been left behind by time, strode up to the crowd and frowned: "William hasn't let you pass yet?"

Justice Clement coughed dryly and whispered: "Marquis Miranda, this is the royal palace, and you still address His Majesty as..."

"Shut up, old man, I dared to burn your beard thirty years ago, and I dare to do it now."

Miranda yelled at Justice Clement angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm in a bad mood today, please bear with me!"

Except for Galahad, who didn't react at all, everyone including Mo was so shocked by her that they nodded subconsciously.

"so"

After successfully calming everyone down, Marquis Miranda frowned: "So, you are just stupidly waiting for him until now?"

No one answered because the answer was obvious.

"No one is reliable, come here."

Miranda snorted, then strode towards the meeting hall not far away, and slammed the door twice: "William!"

no respond.

Bang bang bang! !

"William!"

Still no response.

"You called us here, right?"

It can be said that Miranda, who has been playing with William Bohe since she was a child, bit her teeth lightly, lifted up her long skirt to reveal her long white and smooth legs: "If you don't come out to say hello, I will go in by myself! !”

After all, it was a sideways kick that was neither powerful nor heavy, but the movement was very standard.

The target was directed at the closed door of the chamber.

Then, the door opened.

"Ouch!"

Marquis Miranda, who lost her center of gravity due to the kick, suddenly let out a soft cry.

A hand grabbed her slender ankle.

"It also takes time for me to walk from inside to the door."

William Bohe pressed down Marquis Mirada's long legs, and his bloodshot eyes drooped slightly: "Come in, everyone."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the meeting hall together with Marquis Will McBride who was standing beside him.

"You're such a pervert"

Marquis Miranda, who lowered her head to straighten her skirt, choked up in the middle of her words. She stared blankly at the back of the man in front of her, her eyes widening in confusion: "Your hair!"

"Quite handsome, isn't he?"

William Bohe didn't look back, he just chuckled: "When you get old, you will be like this too."

Miranda did not answer the joke, but stared blankly at William's pale hair without any color, and swayed: "She didn't tell me."

The she here should refer to the queen who was staying with Miranda just now.

"It's just white. I only discovered it after Will reminded me."

William walked to the upper seat of the meeting hall and sat down, took a bottle of red wine from Marquis Will, bit open the cork, filled the goblet in front of him, and raised it to a group of people at the door headed by Marquis Miranda. Cup of greeting: "Come, have a drink with me."

The bright red wine made his pale hair more obvious.

It is not the stunningly handsome snow-white or silver-white in various works, including but not limited to literature, film and television, but a lifeless and lifeless paleness, without any poetic or picturesque flavor, which only makes people feel silent death and sadness.

In the year 9571 of the Holy Calendar, on the 5th day of the Frost Moon Prayer, William Bohe, the greatest emperor in the history of the Chauvinist Empire, turned his head with a single thought.

Everyone walked into the meeting hall silently. Except for Marquis Miranda, who ran directly to sit next to Emperor William, everyone else sat down one after another according to their status, from the most senior Marshal Galahad to the new hereditary Earl Mo. .

There was a glass of bright red wine in front of everyone, and it seemed that William had prepared it in advance.

"So, let's drink."

William Bohe raised the wine glass in his hand, his face was as calm and calm as usual, and he chuckled: "Has anyone thought of a good toast?"

He was answered with a dead silence.

"Miranda?"

William turned to Marquis Miranda Fisher, who looked menacing just now, and winked at her.

The latter looked away with a pale face.

"So, Fossey?"

William looked at his old friend Archduke Fosset again.

"His Majesty."

Grand Duke Fosset lowered his head and fell silent.

"All right."

William sighed, his face still looked as if he had everything under control as before, but in fact, it made people clearly feel the emotion of "self-destruction". He was silent for a long time while holding the goblet, and then looked He turned to Mo, who was sitting at the bottom: "I think you won't let me down, Sin Lord."

Mo didn't look away like Miranda and Fossey. He just raised the wine glass and said lightly: "For Arthur Bohe."

William's hand seemed to tremble slightly, and then he nodded extremely slowly as if fighting the air: "Well said, for Arthur Bohe."

"For Arthur Boho."

Everyone raised their glasses at the same time, drank all the wine in the glass, and then all showed expressions of surprise.

Because the content in the cup is not wine.

It's a popular juice in the South.

"The young man who was honored to be honored by you just now actually doesn't like drinking at all."

William showed a smile as if he had succeeded in mischief, and pointed to the goblet in front of him: "So as long as it is a banquet held by the royal family, he will always prepare the drinks that only children like for himself in advance to make them look like the real ones."

No one spoke, everyone looked at the juice in front of them with complex expressions, trying their best to suppress their emotions.

"He's nothing like me in this respect. Rather than these sweet things, I prefer strong drinks that can make people sleep well."

William did not remain silent, but continued to smile: "When William Bohe was a businessman, he liked to drink, because it helped him enrich our treasury through a method that was almost plundering, and improve everyone in the empire. People's quality of life; when William Bohe was an emperor, he liked to drink, because he was not suitable for this position and always had too many things to think about, making it difficult to get a good night's sleep."

after a brief pause

"But Arthur is different. First of all, he is not a businessman."

William spread his hands, shook his head and said: "Not only that, maybe many of you don't know, but actually starting a few years ago, I gradually started to give him a lot of boring things to do. As a result, that kid Not only did everything work in an orderly manner, but I didn’t even have a sleepless night. I obviously had a lot of extra burdens on my shoulders, but I slept harder than a pig, haha, hahahahahaha~”

He laughed, unbridled and imageless, as if the young man lying in the middle of the piles of work, drooling and snoring loudly, was right in front of him.

After a long time

"It's a pity my most loyal subjects."

William Bohe, whose eyes were red with laughter, stood up, his clear eyes burning with madness swept over everyone's face, and said word by word: "Shavin, you have lost an emperor destined to be great, a man far greater than me. An outstanding emperor who can make this country and you, you, you, you, you, worthy to be written into stories and praised by the world."

Arthur died, six days ago, on the 9th of the Frost Moon Chant, 9571 in the Holy Calendar, in the royal capital of the Griffin Dynasty, Broread.

"Kunda is dead, the guy who lived his whole life without regrets in my shadow is dead; little Witham is dead, my nephew, the one who is as good as his father, who has regarded Arthur as his idol since he was a child. The young man; Farah Osis, the Dharma God whom Kunda and I called Grandpa Osis for decades, is dead. His strength was once the backbone of the small country of Chauvin."

William Boho poured himself another glass of juice, which is now very popular among teenagers and girls, and said softly: "Tell me, everyone, do you still see Chauvin's future today?"

Marquis Diggory immediately said loudly: "Of course."

"I can't see anymore."

William Bohe interrupted Marquis Digory calmly, and took a deep breath under the latter's dumbfounded gaze, with a flash of morbid madness in his eyes: "Marshal Galahad."

Galahad silently left his seat and bowed to William.

"Can the Knights of the Sword of Chauvin complete the assembly within three days?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Garros."

"The Hurricane Mage Group will take five days, Your Majesty."

"Will."

"It will take a week for the first to third Sandstorm Chapters to complete their assembly. The Tsar's Shield has been prepared and ready to go to the former Prince Kunda Territory bordering Griffin at any time."

"hehe, not bad."

William laughed, a sickly flush appearing on his face

"So everyone, do we want to declare war on the Griffin Dynasty?"

Chapter 820: End