Before he was crowned king II

Lambert, in a black coat, opened the door and bent down to lower the step.Stepping on the black boots, the slender and capable limbs are full of strength, and the young man's short silver hair, which symbolizes the noble royal family, is completely exposed to the moonlight.

Everyone straightened their faces and put their hands on their hearts to salute respectfully.

"Don't be too restrained, I just heard Lambert said that you are here, so I came to take a look."

The young man showed an aristocratic standard smile, and said in a gentle and elegant voice, "By the way, find someone."

Parker's eyelids twitched. He lowered his head and silently looked at the young man, the second heir to the empire, the former president of the Falcon Club, and the master who his idol Sean Miller was serving.

For Parker, Mars Salfield was too dazzling, a being who was born at the pinnacle of power and glory, and made people extremely jealous.

"His Royal Highness Mars, President Lambert." Sean walked out of the crowd.

"I interrupted your celebration..." Mars turned sideways and lowered his voice, "I want to arrange for you to do something."

"Yes, Your Highness." Sean leaned over and saluted, knowing that there was news from the palace.

"Go, wait for me in the carriage first." Mars patted Sean on the shoulder, and then walked up to Irene with Lambert, "This is five thousand gold coins."

"You spent so much money, but you didn't get to see the fireworks show." Irene looked at the fixed check, "Would it be a pity?"

"I originally planned to come here earlier, but there are too many things to deal with. But it doesn't matter, it's not a pity for birthday people to see it."

"Tsk tsk, you are too partial to Sean." Irene was a little envious.

Mars just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Huh? Is Junior Sean going to leave? He hasn't eaten the cake yet." Irene said in a daze, "I already cut a big piece for him."

"Lend him to me first, and let Lambert eat the rest of the cake with you." Mars slightly hooked his mouth and waved his hand casually.

"Hmph, if I give it to him, I might as well eat it myself." Irene glanced at the man with a tense face beside her, and couldn't help holding the cake and murmuring.

"You've got cream on your face," someone said behind her.

"Oh, is that so? Where is it?" Before Irene could recover, a hand brushed her cheek.

A cream-stained handkerchief was placed on the table.

Seeing the man approaching her, Irene almost stopped breathing.

"Eat so much, I'll complain about the tight skirt later." The man pulled the cake pan over and said coldly.

"Lambert!" The girl's sprouting disappeared instantly, and Irene was furious and clenched her fists, "You bastard who can't speak!"

"What are you doing, suddenly going crazy..."

"Sister Irene." When Irene was about to fight Lambert, someone stopped him.

"Ah, Alex." Irene grabbed Lambert's collar with one hand, and barely withdrew her fist with the other hand, "What do you want?"

"Well, can you give me back that mask you're wearing?"

"Mask?" Irene froze for a moment, then turned around and rummaged on the seat, "Here, here it is. Thank you for lending it to me."

"It's okay..." Erics smiled, his eyes drooping slightly, "Sister, Sean...is he scared by you?"

Irene sighed heavily: "Although this iron mask is indeed quite eerie, it's not so easy to scare Junior Sean! Before I started to show off, he recognized my identity directly!"

"Is that so..." Alex lowered his head, holding the cold mask tightly.

"Why do you feel that he is a little unhappy? Did I say something wrong?" Looking at the back of the young man leaving alone, Irene touched her chin in confusion.

"Idiot..." Lambert straightened his crumpled collar, "You actually borrowed this from him?"

"What's the matter? It's just a mask. I just borrowed it."

"Don't you really know?" Lambert's eyes were a bit complicated, "That mask is a relic of his dead brother, Viscount Sean Cabed, haven't you seen it?"

"The viscount's relic? I, I don't know." Irene's small face immediately froze, and her body couldn't help shivering.

The carriage left the Rose Manor, and the cast-iron gate engraved with the Cabede flower family crest was slowly pushed open by the servant.The horses descended from the hillside, and the entire carriage tilted slightly.

The well-groomed ancient building still stood tall, and the black forest was getting farther and farther away from them.

This is not the direction to the palace, nor the direction to the academy. Sean lowered the curtain of the car and looked at His Royal Highness who was sitting opposite.

"Aren't you asking where I'm taking you?"

"Where Your Highness wants to go, I have no objection."

"To the river..." Mars said.

"What are we going to do by the river?"

"Look at the scenery..."

What scenery can be seen by the river in such a dark night?Sean didn't ask any more questions, while Mars closed his eyes as if he was resting, and the atmosphere in the carriage became quiet.

In fact, since Mars entrusted the Falcon Society to Lambert and devoted himself to the affairs of the empire, the two hadn't seen each other for a while.

During this period of time, Sean was preparing the certificates required for skipping grades, His Royal Highness Marth was cleaning up the mess for his brother, and they could only communicate through letters.

Obviously, it would be difficult to perform the duties of an attendant if he could not stay with His Highness the Prince. Moreover, with the idea of ​​stepping into the core of the empire as soon as possible, Sean asked the other party for instructions on this issue before the winter.

But somewhat unexpectedly, Mars wanted him to focus on his studies. If it was inconvenient, he could temporarily stop the work of daily service.

"I have greater expectations of you, rather than treating you as an ordinary servant." At that time, Mars said to him like this.

Because of the martial law in the capital city at night, the bustling and noisy streets during the day have long been empty.The coachman with his cap pressed slowly parked the carriage by the Rio Grande.

"Watch your step, Your Highness," Sheen said.

The flames stabbed and lit the candle lamp, which scalded the dark night and illuminated the surrounding scene.

A gray mist from the sea wind hung over the "mother" San Via River, which flowed out through the gray walls that surrounded the capital.

In addition to the row upon row of building outlines on both sides of the strait, there are also several good trading ports, and several sailing merchant ships are docked beside them.

"Sure enough, I can't see anything." Mars put his hands behind his back.

It was a matter of course that he couldn't see anything, Sean knew it when he got into the carriage.

Of course, he believed that Mars also knew about it, and he didn't think that the other party really wanted to see the night view of the river when he came here.

It was cold and wet at night, Sean took the black wool cloak from the coachman and put it on Mars' shoulders.

"Fern will be sent here secretly." Mars looked into the distance and raised his hand, "Three days later."

Sean looked at Mars' pointing: "The Gray Tower is a prison that cannot be left. This is the best result that can be achieved. I am sincerely happy for you, His Highness Fern can no longer be your hindrance .”

"I thought I would be happy too." Mars turned his head, "But it's not, Sean. I'm not as happy as I thought."

"Have you developed any compassion for your brother?"

"No, his crimes cannot be compensated even by death." Mars shook his head, "I just think that the balance in my mother's heart still favored him in the end."

Sean listened in silence.

"Until now, I have been competing with him for my mother's attention." Mars chuckled lightly, "Oh, it should be said that this competition has started since as long as I can remember, and I kept telling myself to become better and better. Excellent, far surpassing my elder brother, so that my mother will not ignore me... Does it sound childish?"

"Won't……"

"Sometimes I wonder why I want to be in that position? Is it because of a noble responsibility? Or is it just because I want to prove something to my mother and others?"

Mars said, "I'm not a saint, I can't see through my heart, maybe I have both, but I figured out one thing in my confused thinking."

"It doesn't matter what the starting point is, this is the path I choose, and it's worth going all out for."

Mars exhaled slowly, "I swear I will never give up again, no matter what will happen in front of me."

"I admire your indomitable courage, Your Highness." Sean leaned slightly.

"This courage is what you gave me, Sean." Mars stared at the blond young man standing beside him, and stretched his right hand into his arms. "To express my gratitude, I have prepared a gift——"

"I have received your gift."

"Huh?" Mars was taken aback.

"That firework show." Sean said, "Thank you very much. It's the first time I have received such a spectacular and shocking gift on my birthday."

How could such a big commotion be allowed to happen casually in the sky above the capital city of St. Via? If no high-ranking person nodded, he might be in charge when the salute was fired for the first time, and the patrolling army would have surrounded them all. up.

"Eileen's idea. I'm just showing support. Do you like it?"

"Of course, the fireworks are very beautiful. But it costs a total of five thousand gold coins—" Sean suddenly lowered his head in the middle of speaking.

Mars handed him a small velvet box.

"This is the gift I prepared for you."

"Your Highness, what's inside?" Sean took the box with both hands.

"Open it yourself." Mars looked away and turned his head to the other side.

Sean hesitated a little, and finally pushed open the lid with his fingertips. The silver ring lay on the velvet cushion, exuding the exquisite feeling of expensive metal.

"Thank you very much for your gift, I will treasure this honor forever."

"This is not an honor, nor is it for you to treasure." Mars sighed, and turned to face Sean with some helplessness, "Give me your hand."

Under the night, Sean frowned slightly, his face was a little stiff, but in the end he still did not resist His Royal Highness's next behavior.

The silver ring was worn on the index finger of his left hand.