The King's Follower [Rebirth]

Edward turned his head, not to look at August's confident appearance, and immediately issued an order to evict the guest; "Please go out."

August knew that today's conversation could only go so far, he didn't insist, and stood up obediently: "Do you still need me to call another valet?"

"Thank you, but it's unnecessary." Edward turned his back to him, "Please don't let people bother me anymore. I want to rest."

So August quietly got into the secret passage on the wall, closed the secret door, and left.

Edward stood quietly for a while before sitting down wearily.He was sleepy and tired, he had a splitting headache, and his eyes were so dry that he almost shed tears, but instead of going back to bed to rest, he stared at the orange fire and fell into deep thought.

A peaceful transfer of power?Thinking of this sentence, Edward almost laughed.Is he an idiot who doesn't know anything?Even if he has neither talent nor heart in politics, it doesn't mean he will believe such words.

August seemed to be convinced that he would join, and that confident look made Edward sneer in his heart.Because I didn't have a choice, did I?The king's ruthlessness made you feel that I was frightened and could no longer be loyal to him, and the performance of the queen in her previous life also made me avoid her, so in the end I can only choose you?

Edward's hand supporting his chin gradually clenched into a fist, and finally, suddenly, he swept everything on the small table to the ground.A small statue of a saint and a dragon was smashed to the ground by him, and the barbed tail of the golden dragon raised high behind Edward's palm.

The pain did not cool down the anger in Edward's heart, but made him even more irritable.He stood up, wanting to vent his anger by smashing everything in the house like a madman, but more than 20 years of upbringing prevented him from doing such rude things.He could only hug his arms tightly and walk around the room quickly.

Is this the meaning of my rebirth?he asked himself.Like a sharp sword, it is fought over and over, and anyone can hold the hilt and stab others with it if they want.He originally only wanted to be a sharp sword to protect William, but no matter how sharp a sword is, what good is it?After all, it is a tool, and I have no way to control myself, so I can only be held in the hands of others.If one day, the person holding the hilt wants to stab William with himself, what should he do then?

Edward stopped leaning against the couch, and bought his face deeply into his palm.At this moment, he felt that he had failed to the extreme.It was also a life regained, but he was played in the palm of a sub-orc man who was younger than him. The other party looked like a mature politician who had been in politics for many years. Let the other party go out of their own ignorance and incompetence.

The door of the room was opened again.As a high-ranking person surrounded by attendants and guards, Edward could not lock the door no matter where he was, so as not to be killed in the secret room.Hearing the sound of the door opening, Edward suddenly raised his head, but saw a small golden head behind the door.

"William?" Edward put down his hand, "Why are you here?"

"I'll come and see you." William drilled in and closed the door, "Your Highness, aren't you resting?"

Edward did not answer his question, but stretched out his hand to him, beckoning him to come to him: "Aren't you tired at this point?"

William shook his head, but refused to let go of his own question: "Go and lie down on the bed." He held Edward's right hand extended to him with both hands, knelt down on one knee familiarly, kissed the power ring, and then Stand up, take him by the hand and lead him to the bed, "Your face is terrible, lie down quickly!"

"Really?" Edward touched his cheek, and obediently went back to bed and lay down.The little orc covered him with a quilt and put up the curtains to block out all the light, then sat down beside his bed and said earnestly, "Close your eyes quickly, I will watch you sleep."

The big bed dominated by thick curtains was dark, and the little orc's golden eyes reflected green light under the weak light, like two green night pearls.This is a unique physiological characteristic of orcs.Edward looked at the pair of green eyes, his heart moved, he lifted the quilt, patted the bed, and said softly, "Come, lie down with brother for a while."

Edward couldn't see the expression on William's face clearly, but he could guess that he must be surprised and delighted.The little orc swayed back and forth on the bed, hesitatingly said: "This is not proper, Your Highness..."

"I am etiquette." Edward interrupted him, "I am the noble crown prince, and my behavior, every move, is a model of etiquette."

William froze for a moment, stopped refuting his words, quickly took off his coat, got into the quilt, and lay down beside Edward with his hands tied.Edward reached out to hold him in his arms, stroked his hairy head, lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

"Your Highness..." William called softly, grabbing the collar of his pajamas anxiously, "Your Highness, are you in a bad mood?"

Edward froze for a moment, couldn't help but smiled wryly, and then raised his head. The orc's night vision ability is very strong, and he didn't want William to notice his expression.

"I was a little unhappy just now." He gently stroked William's cheek, "But as soon as I saw William, I became happy again."

"Yes, is it?" William was obviously very happy when he heard this, and couldn't help but move slightly in Edward's arms in embarrassment.

Edward closed his eyes, pressed his chin against the boy's forehead, and slowly tightened his arms.

This child, the child in his arms, was the child he had sworn to protect with his life.But now, I can't even save my own life, so how can I protect him?

Sadness is like the moisture of a rainy night, spreading upward from the bottom of my heart, and condensing in my eyes all the time.Edward opened his eyes, looking at the blurred pattern of the gauze above his head, his eyes felt sour.

It's better... It's better to continue to serve His Majesty... The worst result is to die at His Majesty's hands... In fact, it's nothing, his life belongs to William...

But does this really make sense?A faint voice sounded in the back of my mind.Do you really think that the king is a qualified father who can take good care of William, protect him, educate him, guide him, make him a qualified king, and take over the throne of the empire?Wouldn't the king use him, control him, beat him, wear him down, turn him into his own puppet, a powerful and docile weapon?

Are you sure, Edward Lancaster, that the king will treat him well?Can you rest assured?Are you really willing to let go of this child's hand, like a powerless coward who shirks his responsibilities and leaves everything on the inevitable death?

Do not!of course not!

Edward took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, like a bronze bell in a cathedral tower, ringing loudly, making him tremble all over.

I swore an oath before Orgunra, I promised to protect him!

The cold face of the king, the impatient face of the queen, the face of August with a well-thought-out plan...the faces of those people flooded into Edward's mind, and what was hidden under these faces was deep disdain and contempt, full of contempt ridicule.They were all laughing at him, at his incompetence, at his cowardice, at his ignorance, at his weakness, as if they were saying to him: How can a weak grass shelter the seeds of a big tree?One rain can knock you to the ground!

"Your Highness?" William's soft voice rang in his ears, "Your Highness? What's wrong with you?"

Edward took a breath, and then relaxed. Only then did he realize that he was sweating profusely when he was caught in thoughts just now.

He turned sideways, stroked the boy's face, and met those eyes like night pearls: "William, my good boy." He murmured, "Do you want to be a king?"

William was taken aback: "Your Highness!" He sat up suddenly, "Your Highness, why do you ask me this question?"

Edward looked at him calmly, and stretched out his arms to hug him again, "It's just a question, why is the reaction so violent?" He comforted.

William grabbed Edward's clothes nervously. He didn't know why the crown prince suddenly asked this question. Could it be that he had already discovered the secret of the two's life experiences and planned to have a showdown with himself?Is he going to abandon himself?

Thinking of this, the little orc immediately said in a panic: "I don't want to be a king at all! Only you are qualified to sit on the throne!"

"Okay, okay," Edward patted him on the back lightly, "I know you're loyal to me, William, and I never doubted that. It's just a question, what kid hasn't fantasized about being a king?" ?Anyone would be curious to know what kind of life the noblest man in the whole empire lived, wouldn't he? Come on, tell me, have you ever thought about being king? If you were king, what would you want to do?"

The rhythmic slap on the back made William gradually relax. He hugged Edward's waist unconsciously, trying hard to think about his childhood fantasies.

"I never thought of being a king." He said a little embarrassedly, "I just wanted to be the most powerful orc in the past, so that no one would dare to bully me."

"My poor little brother." Edward felt a little sad, and he pressed another kiss full of pity on the boy's forehead, "What about now?" He asked, "Just think about it now, if you become king , what are you going to do?"

"I...I..." The wet kiss on the forehead seemed to be a magic trick, but a light touch made William feel his limbs go limp.

"If I become king, I want to give you the throne." He raised his head, the green light in his eyes became brighter, "Then...then I will be your personal bodyguard, guarding by your side every day, protecting you, take care of you."

Edward looked into these eyes, tears suddenly fell out without warning.William was taken aback, he had never seen Edward cry, even when he was seriously injured and unconscious, he just frowned.Almost subconsciously, he immediately reached out to wipe his tears away.

"Did I make you angry?" The little orc was worried, distressed and terrified.

"Of course not, how is it possible?" Edward laughed, "I just feel very happy suddenly." He grabbed the boy's little hand, spread the soft hand, and pressed it to his face, "You must be O The gift Ergonla gave me..."

William looked at Edward ignorantly, and the latter had quickly packed up his emotions and wiped away the tears on his face. The exhaustion and bewilderment seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant, and he returned to the familiar face of William. The calm and composed crown prince, reserved, calm, and gentle, as if nothing could shake the elegant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Go to sleep." Edward covered him with the quilt.William lay down in peace, and when he saw Edward closed his eyes, he closed his eyes too, and soon fell asleep.

Hearing the breathing around him become steady and deep, Edward opened his eyes again. He had never felt like he was standing on the ground with his feet firmly on the ground, and there was a clear path in front of him.

Since a grass cannot protect the seed of a big tree, let it also become a tree!

Whether it is the "Republic of the False King" or the "Parliament of the False", he will let William sit on the throne successfully.The most necessary and fundamental condition for realizing all this is to have your own army.

He suddenly wanted to thank August, who provided him with a new way out.The powerful aristocratic orcs are all in the hands of the king. If he wants to poach the king's corner, he may not be able to do it after a hundred rebirths, but he can rebuild an army by using the energy that August told him gun.