before he was crowned king

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the golden leaves were rustling down. Sean was sitting by the window, deducing the new subject that Professor Nick had given him.After returning from the palace, His Royal Highness hummed a classical tune, and strode into the study room. Sean could feel the other person's good mood without saying anything.

"Has something good happened to you? Your Highness." Sean put down his pen and served the afternoon tea that had been prepared long ago.

"Is it obvious for me?" Mars rested his chin, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "The news from the palace is that my mother has sealed up several properties under the name of Grand Duke Henry."

"The Queen has always been tolerant to Grand Duke Henry." Sean showed a surprised look, "I don't know why?"

"It's not clear yet." Mars shook his head. "This matter is obviously extraordinary. The state meeting is about to come, but my mother has made such a big move."

"This might be the opportunity you've been waiting for," Sheen said.

"Do you feel the same way?" Mars leaned on the sofa and spread his hands, "Henry Grand Duke is Fern's most important supporter, if he really did something stupid that mother can't forgive, then Fern's The power will suffer heavy losses in a short period of time."

"Thinking about it like this, His Royal Highness Fern is having a headache now." Sean said, "Because of the matter of Grand Duke Henry."

"Of course, I'm looking forward to the next development of this matter." Mars raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised the bone china cup to Sean, as if toasting in advance for the next victory, "Lucky Libra is finally fair .”

"May good luck be with you." Sean smiled, returned to the table, and picked up the book.

"Are you going out? Where are you going?" Mars frowned seeing Sean looking like he was about to go out.

"After being absent for so long, I should go back to class, Your Highness." Sean explained.

"Why don't you take a break?" Mars paused and said, "I mean, this semester is about to end, go now, you still have to take the exam, don't you?"

"Your Highness, it is because of the exam that I am going to class." Sean glanced at the time, saluted His Royal Highness, and left the study.

"Is this...is it attractive that I haven't taken the exam yet?" Mars scratched his short silver hair and smiled helplessly as he looked at the young man's back.

At the same time, St. Via Palace, the first prince's bedroom.

There is a soldier guarding every section outside the palace, and no one can approach here at will.The First Heir to the Empire, Fern Salfeld, and his powerful supporters are having an important secret conversation.

There is a huge sand table under the stone slab of the bedroom, streets, buildings, rivers...even the gate of St. Via, you can find reduced clay models in the corresponding positions on this fine sand table.Bounded by the gray wall, you can have a panoramic view of the entire capital, including the Royal Palace of St. Via.

An old nobleman in an old black and blue dress, holding a slender pointer in one hand, imitated the itinerary of the imperial patrol army at night with the other. His Highness Fern stood opposite him and looked down at the entire sand table. Thumbs circled, looking a little restless.

"Your Highness, what do you think of this plan?" The old nobleman said politely, "We have just enough people to seal the four entrances and exits of the palace, and leave the rest to Viscount Carle and your elites." Will suffice."

"Whatever, even if Tisiphon is not there, there are still twelve Knights directly under the palace..." Fern shook his head, speaking very fast, "This kind of fact is too risky, and the city wall What's the difference between riding a blind horse?"

"Your Highness, there is hope only when there is an adventure, and we are doing this for you." The old nobleman said in a low voice, "And this arrangement is the last precautionary measure. Unless the queen completely abandons you, we will not go to the This step."

"What the hell did Grand Duke Henry do? How did the private minting of gold coins reach mother's ears?" Fern frowned, "Isn't this matter known to only a very small number of people? Who on earth leaked the news? ?”

"I don't know. We are guessing whether it will be Mary Victoria." Viscount Carle said, "She has been in the dungeon for a while, and her mind is not normal. She wanted to get rid of the crime and was rejected by the Grand Duke. It is hard to guarantee that she will not say What happened?"

"Is she sure she's crazy?" Fern asked.

"The Grand Duke has personally confirmed that the spirit is sometimes very confused." The old nobleman said, "And if he is not crazy, he would not want to set fire to the Falcon Club's hall. The impact of this incident is extremely bad, and some people even say it is A plot to assassinate His Royal Highness the Second Prince."

"What a crazy woman! It would be fine if she really burned that person to death, but now she's causing us a lot of trouble." Fern said angrily.

"This matter may not have come from Madam Mary's mouth." Viscount Carle said.

"If she didn't say it, then this matter would be terrible." The old nobleman's eyes sank, "This shows that some of us have betrayed the Grand Duke and His Highness. Speaking of which, Viscount Carle, you have also been in the dungeon, right? , You didn’t say something you shouldn’t say, did you?”

"You—" Viscount Carle clenched his fists.

"Enough is enough, now is not the time to mess around." His Royal Highness Fern said in a deep voice, "Instead of being suspicious without grounds, it is better to think about how to deal with it next. Where is Grand Duke Henry?"

"Your Highness, it is inconvenient for Grand Duke Henry to walk around, too many eyes are staring at him." Baron Cister stepped forward and said, "I will bring your orders."

His Highness Fern withdrew his gaze: "The most important thing now is the information, whether there is any real evidence."

"Your Highness, ordinary evidence is useless." The old nobleman said, "Whether it is molds, identifications, or transaction lists, these things may be falsified. There is no conclusive evidence. As long as Grand Duke Henry refuses to admit it, the Queen will This matter cannot be dealt with casually. And just in case, we have found a scapegoat. He is the owner of the iron shop in the capital. Take all responsibility."

"Okay, very good, just prepare in this way, the State Council is coming soon, we can't make any mistakes," Fern said, "Sister, you must calm the Grand Duke's emotions when you go back, so that he won't be too panicked."

"Yes." Baron Cister bowed and stepped back.

"Where is Mrs. Mary now? Is the situation stable?" Fern inserted five fingers into his short hair, his tone impatient.

"Rose Manor is guarded by Duke Oscar's men. She has already worn a magic monitor, and she cannot use any magic above intermediate level without removing the key from the military department." Viscount Carle reported.

"That's good." His Royal Highness Fern sighed with a headache, "I don't want any trouble to happen now."

Sean pushed open the door of the professor's lounge, and put the unfinished exercises in a book on Professor Nick's desk.

"As I said, you don't need to do these exercises." Professor Nick glanced at the stack of papers, "For you, this level of questions is a waste of time."

"Professor, according to the college's grading regulations, the grades of daily practice should account for half of the total grade of the subject." Shine said.

"Is there such a rule?" Professor Nick was taken aback.

"Professor, the third article of Chapter 4 of the college's "Mandatory Manual for Teachers and Students" mentions relevant content." Sean smiled helplessly.

"True or false." Professor Nick muttered, "I always give points based on impressions. I give more points for good ones, and less points for bad ones."

"Based on impression?" Professor Udyr who was sitting opposite snorted coldly, "Obviously I can't even remember the names of my own students."

"No impression is also an impression, which means that they haven't worked hard enough in class." Professor Nick said indifferently, "Excellent students always have reasons for teachers to remember."

"How old are you, and you are still doing things according to your own preferences." Professor Udyr sighed. He and Professor Nick have known each other for many years, and he has completely given up on his freewheeling personality.

"Rules are used to break through. This is the thinking that a genius should have." Professor Nick snorted, "It's hard for ordinary people to understand."

"Okay, old genius who is half buried in the ground, when will you be able to complete the lesson plans that have been in arrears for the past ten years?" Professor Udyr's eyelids are full of wrinkles, which makes it less obvious when he rolls his eyes.

Professor Nick closed his mouth and became quiet.

"Professor Udyr, is this the paper you assigned last week? Please have a look." After the two old men had finished arguing, Sean walked over to Professor Udyr.

"Next time in class, I will give you the annotations." Professor Udyr nodded, "Don't worry, I'm more reliable than that old guy."

"Thank you, Professor." Sean was about to leave when Professor Udyr suddenly stopped him.

"By the way, Sean, are you familiar with Alex from Class A of Joshua College?" Udyr opened the roster and asked, "I remember he came to attend classes with you before."

"Yes." Sean turned his head, "What's the matter? Professor."

"It's nothing. If you encounter it, please tell him that his grades in two courses this semester are very dangerous... If he continues not to come to class."

"Hasn't he come to class recently?" Sean frowned slightly.

"Yes." Professor Udyr nodded, "The students in their class said that they haven't seen him in the past two days, and they don't know what he is doing."