MTL - Assassin’s Chronicle-Chapter 26 Disappointment and care
"General Mioric, is the father in it?" A young man who looks like a young man on the twenty-fourth and fiveth-year-olds has stepped out of the transmission array. He is still next to him at his side. The handsome magician, from the badge on his magic robe, he is already a high-level magician.
"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty has been waiting for you." Mioric’s slight jaw: "This is..."
"This is my good friend Brufeld."
"Oh? Is that the water magician you mentioned in the letter that saved you once?"
"Yes."
Mioric hesitated and let him open: "His Royal Highness, please."
The great prince of the Great Olympics, Vieste, smiled and nodded to Miori, and stepped into the main hall. Mioric silently followed behind the two men. As the guard of the guards, Mioric must be At 12 o'clock, I was careful. The Prince of the Great Prince would not have a problem. This Blufffield had only seen one side, and he did not dare to take it lightly.
The king of the Ma’s empire, Julia, looks very young. If it’s not wrinkled in the corners of his eyes and his body is obviously blessed, he said that he was only in his thirties and some people believed that Vieste had walked into the main hall and Jolland put down. The scepter smiled and stood up and opened his arms: "My child, I heard that you have a big trouble on the road? I am very happy to see you returning safely!"
"Father!" Wester took a few steps. He opened his arms and Juliad gently hugged it: "It’s strange that the child is too careless, and the father is worried about me."
"Have you saved my child?" Julia's gaze fell on Bruffield: "Follow your name, you hope to save the Ma's empire, I, Julia, want to be heavy Reward you!"
"Your Majesty, you are too polite." Bruffield politely bowed his body: "As long as there is a sense of justice in the heart, you will not stand by. Can help a noble prince, also my cloth Rufide’s honor."
"That's good, I hope justice will last forever!" Jlander laughed a few times and walked back to the throne and sat down: "Vist, have you finished your business?"
"No, Father, the child heard that the Darkmoon Magic Corps of the Eric empire was transferred to the front line. My country has already suffered an unprecedented threat. The child is in a hurry. I have to put those things aside for a while and rush back at the fastest speed. ""
"Oh?" Juliad looked thoughtfully in a circle. Even if this military secret was leaked sooner or later, West should not get the news so soon. There is only one explanation. This is the DPRK. The minister in a certain way informed Vieste that he had been sitting on the throne for more than twenty years. How could Jlander not understand the tricks inside, the child... has begun to gather his confession.
"Father, the child has a pleading!" West suddenly fell to the ground.
"Let's talk." Jurland looked at Vieste with a playful look.
"When the empire is under unprecedented threat, as the prince of the empire, worrying about the father is my unshirkable responsibility! Father, the child is willing to go to the front line immediately, helping Grandon fight the challenge of the Eric empire!"
Jerez did not speak, and West was his eldest son. He grew up watching. On the road to power, Vieste was just getting started. His thoughts were beyond the insight of Jurland. Ster’s voice is to help Granden, but in fact he wants to control Granden’s power.
This request is crowning, but Jerez can't agree with West's request. Granden is the warlord. If another warlord is sent, the two warlords will quarrel, and it is necessary to stir up the front line!
In the eyes of Jland, Vieste is all good, smart, witty, and very lovable. The most important thing is that Vieste is still the eldest son. For a long time, Julia is the heir to Vieste. Cultivated. But West's mind is a heart disease of Julia. He can't see two younger brothers in some way better than themselves. He always tries to push down his two younger brothers.
Before the Allison Empire transferred the Darkmoon Magic Corps, Jerez had already noticed from all sorts of clues that the Eric empire had to make a big move, so he would send West to go to see a person, he knows Vieste has not experienced great winds and waves. He is afraid that Vieste will make mistakes. He will tell all the plans that Vieste wants to see, and let that person take the overall situation and try to reach a political marriage with the Semba Empire. The tension between the two countries, and then transferred back some troops from the east line, welcoming the Ellison Empire from two directions.
He did not expect that Vieste would not leave without letting him go, and he was completely confused. After receiving the secret letter from that person, Julia was very disappointed.
As a father, Jurland is qualified. He did not show a slight emotion on his face. Instead, he mobilized the atmosphere and filled the temple with a strong father and son. He did not want to hurt Vieste’s self-respect, but he came to a king. Say, can you be a qualified king by protecting your child?
"Father Wang..." Wester saw Juraland not talking for a long time, and was anxious.
Juliad sighed and reached out and pulled a piece of bamboo from the bamboo mat on the side and threw it to Vieste: "Child, break it."
Vieste smashed, and broke the bamboo piece in the words of Juliad.
Juliad signaled the palace girl to roll up the bamboo mat: "Child, this time break it off!"
Vieste is in a daze with a bamboo mat. He is a middle-level magician. The strength of the flesh is very fragile. Even if he is a middle-level swordsman, can he break such a thick bamboo mat without using weapons?
"Father, this... how can this be broken?"
"Why can't you break?"
"So many bamboo pieces together... too thick!"
"You are wrong, they are too united!" Jerez slowly stood up: "I am not as good as Beeri, not as good as Mioric, compared to the magical ability, I am more than magical rumors, I Not as good as Sol, I am not as good as Sidige, but I am the master of the Mao Empire. All of them must bow down under my throne! Children, know why?"
West had a big mouth and didn't know what to say.
"Compared with the real strong, I am vulnerable." Jurland walked slowly to Vieste, took out a tiny piece of bamboo, and waved with a smile: "Gently I can break me."
"Father, you..."
"But!" Juliad shook the bamboo mat, put the thinst piece of bamboo on the side, and wrapped the bamboo piece in the middle with the bamboo mat: "Now, who else can break me?" !"
Vieste looked at the bamboo mat and looked at Jolland again and meditated.
"A generation of monarchs must learn to be tolerant, learn to unite! Tolerate mistakes and mistakes that can be tolerated, unite all the forces that can be united, so that you can become the most powerful person!" Julia did not want to give up Vieste, only I can use my fables to give some inspiration to Vieste.
"When Beeri became a Juggernaut, I put down my scepter, put on a cloth and sneaked out of the palace, and Beyeli had a night of drinking in a tavern. I congratulate him on his achievements! When Mioric became After the Golden Knight, I..."
"Your Majesty!!" Mioric interrupted Jland's words in anxious, his face became red, and it was obvious that he and Juliad had certainly done something ridiculous.
"Oh..." Juliad smiled: "I am not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
Mioric’s face has not slowed down, and he’s looking forward to it, and he’s not looking at it.
Julia's gaze fell on Wester again: "Children, don't go to the achievements of the courtiers, don't deprive the glory of the courtiers, or else..." Julia's voice suddenly turned: "You are not qualified to sit at all." There!" The scepter in the hands of Jurante pointed straight to the throne.
Wester was sweating and couldn’t say anything.
"Granden likes military from an early age. This ability is stronger than you, and stronger than me. The matter of snoring makes him worry, don't interfere with him." Juliad rubbed his hand with his hand: "Once the war A full-scale outbreak, more political affairs, I am so old... A person is too busy, you stay and help me."
"The baby understands," West whispered.
Juliad waved his hand, and Vieste stepped back while rubbing his cold sweat on his head. In his impression, his father had always been amiable, but what he said today was awkward, so he could barely bear it. .
"His Royal Highness, we... are we still going to the front line?" Bruffield said in a low voice.
"Do you think you can go?" Wester smiled.
"The thing that mobilized the people to write a book..."
"Stop, stop all!" Wester whispered. "I have the feeling that the father is not very impressed with me now, and can't act rashly."
"Understood." Bruphyd nodded.
Two people stepped into the transmission array together, the transmission array started, and the front stood in front of Vieste could not see, Brufide’s left hand’s tail finger suddenly turned into a dead bone, and then a drop of black liquid was silent. It fell, dripped onto the rune below the transmission array, and then disappeared. When two people stepped out of the transmission array, Brufide's left-handed tail finger had recovered.
"His Royal Highness, where are we going?"
"After seeing my mother, the father has always listened to his mother. Only the mother can help me to say a few words in front of the father."
"It turns out that it is such a great prince, the great prince. It is a wonderful idea." Bruffield smiled.
"Now it seems... the former father has always been very interested in me. I knew this, I don't want to come back." Wester smiled.
"It doesn't matter, Your Royal Highness, you can solve this little trouble with your wisdom."
"Maybe..." Wester sighed.
At the other end of the transmission array, a gray figure appeared out of thin air, quietly watching the runes on the transmission array, for a long time, a long sigh.
(This chapter should have been sent in the morning, but I landed in the author area from 7 o'clock, and I have not landed until 8 o'clock. I have to go to sleep. I have encountered such problems before, but I have tried more than 20 times. I can go in, I don’t know what happened today. I often see advertisements that two friends have helped me in other books. I have done it myself. I know that this kind of work is very boring, very laborious, and it takes so much time. Help me, I am very touched, don't say anything else, this book must be written anyway, this can be worthy of everyone!)
