The Golden Age: Colotia I

"Speaking of which, Mulla is going to do this." After Mulla recovered from his injury, he automatically asked Ying to return to the empire to perform the task. Kolos didn't ask what the specific content was, but it can be guessed that it must be related to Austrian. It is related to the third-party forces that Levi wants to contact.

Olivier nodded: "The Democratic Party has supported constitutionalism for many years. Because of Wicca and the prime minister... it is difficult for them to trust anything now, but the Vander family is still very reputable." He smiled, "And Now, I'm the only one who can form an alliance with them."

Seeing Koloss' slightly confused look, Olivier continued to explain: "My mother, Odette, was once very close to the Constitutional Party."

"...Huh?" Koloss was taken aback. She never thought that Mrs. Langheim, who was born as a duke and aristocrat, was once a constitutional party.

"No...my mother is not a constitutional party." Olivier shook his head, understanding what Kolos hadn't asked, "but she does have frequent contacts with them, and she quite agrees with their ideas."

No wonder... Ke Luosi nodded: "You can be regarded as a family background..." She made a little joke.

Olivier didn't give in at all, but boasted brazenly: "Well, as a warrior of love and beauty, you still have to have this background."

The call of the white falcon interrupted the conversation between the two. Kiku flapped his wings and landed on the Queen's arm. Olivier reached out and untied the letter from Mulla from its thin claws. After reading it, He handed it to Koloss.

"Meet here?" In that letter, Mulla said that he had contacted the leader of the Democratic Party, Lan Strofe, who had fled abroad to avoid the princess and the prime minister, and was now in the Kalvard Republic, in Mulla Under the contact of Liber, Lanster agreed to come to Liber as an intermediary and have a detailed discussion with Olivier.

"...This person has a very distrustful attitude towards outsiders. You should pay special attention to this." Mu La added this sentence at the end.

"Langstrofy..." Olivier said the name twice, and smiled inexplicably, "It's easier now."

"You know him?"

"No...but he knew my mother."

Lancelot is tall and tall, wearing a thick black coat. He looks at least over 50 years old. His tanned skin and raised muscles make him look very brave, but also unexpectedly reliable.On his angular and thin cheeks, a pair of dark eyes without a trace of warmth flashed a blade-like sharp light from time to time, but his broad palms and light brown hair always revealed a gentle feeling.

This was the first time Olivier saw him, and it was a collection of contradictions, and he immediately made a judgment.

Lancet also looked at the blond prince with his heavy eyes. Olivier smiled, stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Hello, would you like to say hello to me?"

Lancet didn't make a sound. He continued to look at Olivier with vigilance. The look in his eyes changed a few times. He finally took his hand, shook it lightly, and then let go: "Hello, Your Highness."

To be honest, this is not in line with imperial etiquette. Oliver is the prince, and Lanster should at least kneel on one knee, but since His Royal Highness didn't say anything, he naturally wouldn't take the initiative to kneel.His expression relaxed, and it was obvious that Olivier's move had won his favor.

"Are you all right in Calvard?" Olivier continued his devious tactics.

Lancet laughed twice: "Your Highness, we are not so useless, and let the Prime Minister and His Royal Highness destroy Kalvard." His words were full of irony and provocation.

Olivier didn't seem to notice it either, and he still smiled without embarrassment: "Then would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea, and then talk to me about your life?"

Lanster followed him to the table, sat down, looked at Olivier, and suddenly said: "...you are really like your mother."

"Mother is a good start," Olivier poured him a cup of tea, "Are you familiar with my mother?"

Lansted was silent, and Olivier didn't rush, just drinking tea slowly, Lansed's slightly hoarse voice sounded again: "...your mother, she is very lively and smart... "The shadow of the red-clothed girl galloping on the horse floated in front of his eyes.

Olivier quietly listened to Lancet say that he originally wanted to win each other through the friendship between his mother and him, but when he started to recall, he put away his thoughts in an instant.

"...I love her like my own sister...Your Highness," Lanster suddenly changed the subject, "Let's get straight to the point, you need my strength, don't you? Let's get right into this topic." .”

Olivier paused slightly: "Well... since you said so, I won't beat around the bush." ​​He put the teacup on the table, raised his head, and said in a firm tone, "I really need your strength , I hope you can form an alliance with me and build a new country together."

"Then what can you promise me? With all due respect, you...are defecting from the country now." Lanster took a sip of his tea and hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, I really can't promise you anything now...you won't believe me if I say promise." Olivier calmly said, "But what I can tell you is that if you choose me, what you want that I shall bring to all Erebonia."

"I won't force you, you can consider it, if you choose to believe me."

Lancet looked into Olivier's confident eyes and took a deep breath: "Your Highness...you really look like Odette."

"Your mother is independent and unrestrained, free and unrestrained, but at the same time, so bold and willful... Then, I hope you will keep your promise."

"He actually still doesn't believe me, I can see that." Olivier said to Kolos, Lanster left Grancel to gather his companions and forces.

The two of them admired the fireflies and shining stars flying in the night sky. The night was gentle. Although there were faint gunshots far away, they couldn't stop the rippling softness.

"He has no other choice, doesn't he?" Koloss replied in a low voice, "You are the best choice, and I also believe that you can achieve your wish."

"Why do you trust me so much?" He opened his mouth jokingly, his voice was low and warm, like a cello.

"Because you are Olivier." Very simple reason, but enough.

Olivier turned his head to look at Kolos, and the young queen stared straight at him with watery eyes, and his eyes were stained with a gentleness that he didn't realize: "Thank you for trusting me so much, I am very happy. "

Kolos lowered her head slightly, and heard Olivier sigh and say: "Can you believe it... I used to dislike these democratic constitutional parties very much, because of them, my mother was regarded as a rebellious nobleman." He raised his head , with a starry star in his eyes, "Do you know why my mother can never become my father's official wife? Not only because of the weakness and deviantness of the Langheim family... No, that's not the most important thing, I The mother's inclination towards the constitutionalists is the main reason."

"...So that's the case." Kolos didn't expect the truth to be the case. "Mrs. Langheim must have been under a lot of pressure and blame within the empire because of this."

"Yes... But how can a woman like my mother care about those things? She loves me, so she hopes to give me a good childhood, and refuses to enter the palace... But I even feel that giving birth to me is a constraint on her , if my father hadn't let her give birth to me, she might still be..." He stopped talking, turned his head, and Kolos heard his voice choked up.

She held his hand, and he took a deep breath: "My father once brought me into the palace to participate in the golden celebration... At that time, I was standing on the high roof, watching the cheers of the mountains and tsunami below, can you Can you imagine, Ke Luosi? What kind of feeling is this?" He squeezed Ke Luosi's hand tightly with a little nervousness.

"When a little boy stepped on the peak of imperial power for the first time... that was the first time I felt the fulfilling sense of satisfaction brought by power, and the first time I tasted the joy that power bestowed on me. The sweetness that makes people dizzy..." He closed his eyes tiredly, "That is more intoxicating than anything else."

He thought of Ludwika's eyes burning with desire, Alfred's precarious figure, and the panic on the face of Margaret who was holding his coat: "...in that place At that moment, I didn’t like constitutionalists very much...Thinking about it now, I’m even horrified by what I thought at the time.” He smiled lowly, “I’m still very scared now.”

Kolos hugged Olivier gently, and held his head in her arms. She combed his blond hair gently. He lay quietly in her arms, as if returning to his mother's arms. child.In a cruel world, they cling to each other like this.

"...Do you believe me? Can I do it?" After a long time, he murmured, his voice was vague.

"I believe in you, forever." She replied quietly.

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