Before he was crowned king II

An inconspicuous barge was parked at the port of the Rio Grande, and the hull swayed from side to side with the current. The captain of the gendarmerie didn't plan to stay for a long time, and he wanted to leave when the fog began to rise.

Lambert followed closely behind, watching the military's sealed escort vehicle stop in front of them.

His Highness Fern, with a gloomy expression, came out slowly under the escort of two soldiers.

"The glorious Queen Carina ordered me to send you to the Gray Tower." The captain of the gendarmerie saluted perfunctorily.

"I'm not going! I've already sent the letter to my mother, which clearly states that I'm innocent!"

Fern's face was full of shame and anger, "Forging gold coins is a good thing for Grand Duke Henry, and Mrs. Mary's suicide has nothing to do with me, I am innocent!"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I think your letter may not have impressed Her Majesty. At least our orders have not changed."

The captain of the gendarmerie raised his hand, and Prince Fern was half dragged and half pushed into the barge.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying? I want to see my mother. All of this is a frame-up. Someone is deliberately setting a trap for me!" Fern blushed because of excitement, and muttered loudly.

"Be quiet, Your Highness Fern, do you want to make everyone know that you were imprisoned in the Gray Tower?" Lambert took off his military cap and stepped onto the barge.

"It's you—Lambert!" Fern gritted his teeth and said, "Oh, I knew it, it must be Mars! He used tricks to win the succession!"

"It seems that Her Majesty's decision is completely correct. Until now, not only have you not half-heartedly repented or reflected on yourself, but you also want to place the blame on others."

Lambert looked down at Prince Fern, who had no manners at all, with no warmth in his eyes.

"I said I'm not guilty!" Fern growled, "The God of Light knows I'm innocent!"

"I am afraid that the God of Light will not be able to help you. If you were innocent, then you would not have boarded this search boat, flown down with the current, passed through the Gate of Sin, and headed to the Gray Tower in embarrassment." Lambert said coldly say.

"I have no sin! That's why I refuse to go ashore!"

"Unfortunately, Your Highness, you don't have the right to refuse the king's order." After Lambert finished speaking coldly, he turned around and ignored Fern's loud protest, and walked out of the awning.

"His Royal Highness Fern, you are really energetic." The gendarmerie captain was smoking tobacco, "You can hear his screams outside."

"It's good to have been in the Gray Tower for a few years, and he hasn't accepted the fact that he is out." Lambert raised his hand, and declined the roll from the Gendarmerie Captain, "Thank you, I still prefer alcohol to tobacco. "

"What a coincidence, I also like to drink." The gendarmerie captain smiled, "How about we go to the tavern after sending this Highness inside?"

"I won't refuse the invitation to drink." Lambert's expression was not very relaxed, "but now you'd better have people alert the surroundings first to ensure that the task is completed."

The captain of the gendarmerie shrugged, as if not paying attention to Lambert's words.

"Relax, friend. This is the capital, at the feet of Her Majesty the Queen, and there will be no accidents. Whoever dares to raise arms against the military police is a traitor to Saint Via!"

"I don't think they will give up easily." Lambert frowned. Mars' special reminder before leaving made him feel that the situation was not as simple as the gendarmerie captain imagined.

Now, because of the severe punishment of Grand Duke Henry and Prince Fern by the Queen, the deeply rooted nobles of the family can only choose to retreat and retreat in the game with the interests of the empire.

But in the words of His Royal Highness Mars, "Foxes can suffer for a while, but they are not willing to suffer forever."

If Fern loses the throne, they will not be able to easily get money from the loopholes in the empire's laws, and it will be difficult for them to live in such a flashy and luxurious life.

A greedy soul will not let go of wealth until death.Lambert didn't think those old guys would obediently let go of the fat in their mouths.

"Your expression is too serious." The gendarmerie captain patted Lambert on the shoulder.

"Something's wrong." Lambert frowned.

"There's something wrong, you see we're going to land soon."

"Is this our pre-booked landing point?" Lambert looked around.

"I don't know, the fog is too thick." The gendarmerie captain said, "It's okay, the Gray Tower is nearby anyway."

He pointed to the shore, then raised his arm and waved, "Here, you see, the guards of the Gray Tower are already waiting for us there."

Lambert looked in the direction, and he did indeed see the gray tower guards in ancient uniforms.

It seems that he is overthinking.Lambert thought, just like the captain of the gendarmerie said, those people who quietly snatched His Royal Highness Fern from the gendarmerie were essentially violating His Majesty's decision, and the crime was already tantamount to rebellion.

So, if they are really forced to the point of rebellion, then they can directly—

Lambert's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the line on the shore, and suddenly realized something.

"Be careful! It's the enemy! Get down!" he yelled.

boom!boom!

When the barge was within fifty yards of shore, ignited flint shot from muzzles concealed under robes.

Lambert leaned over and looked in shock at the captain of the gendarmerie whose face was smashed with flint.

The captain of the gendarmerie hadn't had time to put down his greeting hand, and it was still held high in the air.

They were ambushed.The dense fog that was originally chosen to protect the face of the royal family turned out to be an excellent opportunity for the enemy's surprise attack at this moment.

With such an extremely short distance and no shelter, the threat of magic cannot be compared with the lethality of muskets.

Their ending is destined to be annihilated, because they have lost the opportunity and have no power to fight back.

"Damn it..." Lambert gritted his teeth and jumped into the icy Rio Grande without the slightest hesitation.

"Stop..." Viscount Carle raised his right hand, and the dense gunfire stopped immediately.

The bloody barge carrying seven or eight corpses gently hit the shore along the downward current.

His hands pulled out the boat rope, and Viscount Carle stepped over the silent gendarmes and came to the locked and airtight cabin.

He drew out his saber, and cut off the chains that bound him in two strokes.

"His Royal Highness Fern."

"Calle, why are you here?" Prince Fern was very surprised, "What happened outside?"

Callie walked over quickly, knelt down on one knee and untied Fern's horse rope.

"In order to rescue you, we ambushed in advance and captured this barge."

"What did you say?" Fern's face turned pale, "Where's the military police outside? And Lambert?"

"They should all have died under our muskets," Viscount Carle said.

"What are you doing? Those are the military police directly under the mother! How could you kill them!" Fern's expression was extremely shocked.

"Your Highness, the Queen ordered you to be imprisoned in the Gray Tower for life. We have no other choice."

Viscount Carle spoke quickly, "Someone will come to pick you up and leave the capital later, and they will take you to the south. The nobles there are dissatisfied with the current royal family. Compared with His Majesty who is a woman, they are definitely more willing Protect yours, and Grand Duke Henry is also there, and he will also help you."

"Calle, this is treason." Fern's voice was trembling, "I can't do this."

"Your Highness, those who win hold the power, and those who lose are hard to argue with. Just like what I just told you."

Viscount Carle held Fern's arm tightly, "We have no more choices."

"What is this sound? Why is there still the sound of gunfire?" Fern's expression seemed to freeze.

He stepped out of the boat quickly, raised his head, "Why is there smoke coming from the gray wall? What's going on here?"

"It's time for us to go, Your Highness. That's the sub-orcs coming in." Viscount Carle said.

"Sub-orc man... No, I can't go!" Fern's throat rolled.

"Your Highness? What are you talking about?" Viscount Carle frowned.

"I can't go, I want to stay and repel these sub-orcs and gain military exploits." Fern said, "Maybe my mother will forgive me and trust me again."

"Your Highness! Queen Karina has given up on you!" Viscount Carle's expression cracked, he couldn't understand what His Royal Highness Fern was thinking, "We should take advantage of the chaos and escape from the gray wall!"

"I won't run away! I can't be a traitor!" Fern suddenly made a decision driven by some impulsiveness, "I can't even imagine the scene where my mother attacks me in the name of Saint Via, that would be better than Let me be locked in the gray tower forever."

Viscount Carle was pushed away, and Prince Fern snatched his sword and pulled a soldier off his horse.

"Your Highness!" Calle's shout did not reach Fern's ears.

The heavy bells sounded from the sky, and each knock fell from the mountain and fell to the bottom of the valley, as if the gods were sighing, spreading to every corner of the capital.

"Is today a religious celebration day? Why is there such a bell?" In the classroom, Professor Udyr stopped writing on the blackboard and looked out the window.

Sean's eyes drooped, and he turned the quill in his hand, as if thinking about something.

Queen Karina reigned for 11 years, and it was the first time that the gray walls of the city of St. Via were directly attacked by the enemy.

"This is a turning point in history, it came suddenly, beyond everyone's expectations." This is a comment from a troubadour in the future.