Chapter 1069 Glory

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"teacher."

A call brought Naibert back to his senses. The Prime Minister, who has always been focused, rarely loses his focus. The head of the housekeeping next to him has an indescribable smile on his face. Naibert saw a handsome young man bowing slightly to him in the sunlight streaming down the corridor. . Naibert's frowning brows relaxed slightly: "Good morning, Your Highness Julian."

"You are too early, teacher." The second son of Emperor Tangleo, Julian has a sunny and handsome appearance, and his reddish-brown hair inherits his mother, just like the color of red leaves in the afterglow of the setting sun. The always gentle prince buckled his silver silk cloak around his shoulders with golden leaves today, and inside was silver armor and a light blue coat. All these made the prince look sunny and unrestrained, he was like an elegant poplar, but unfortunately the emperor's evaluation of him was more than elegant, but not bloody.

The empire is martial, and this eight-character evaluation undoubtedly pushed Julian to a disadvantage in the battle for the crown prince. All the important officials in the court guessed that the emperor meant that the empire needed an emperor who could conquer martial arts, not a benevolent emperor who was humble and polite. As a result, Howson, who has a military background, is naturally more respected.

The rare thing is that Julian was not discouraged by this. His toughness has always been praised by Naibert. The prime minister also said to the emperor that it is good to have an emperor who is brave enough to maintain the empire for a hundred years, and what is more, he needs to be brave enough to face the wind and rain. Regarding this, the Great Emperor neither denied nor agreed, but only smiled.

The head of the housekeeper walked aside knowingly and interestingly, and Naibo pulled Julian over and asked softly, "Have you seen Your Majesty?"

Julian shook his head and smiled: "Father did not meet me because of the military parade."

Naibert said "Oh" and said, "Do you need me to say something for you?"

"I just ask my father to give Viscount Allen a fairer environment." Julian sighed: "I think the teacher has heard about what happened in Moserol. The Bloody Earl can almost succeed. If you don't get Arkham I wouldn’t believe the general’s approval even if I was killed. If the king doesn’t express his opinion on this matter, then I can imagine how many dirty tricks they will come up with. The former emperor of the empire once It is said that a jazz can die on the battlefield, but he cannot be compromised in a conspiracy. This is the foundation of the country. I just want to ask my father, do the precepts of the previous emperor still count?"

Naibert smiled, although Julian has always been modest, but he is the blood of Tangleo after all. Even the eldest prince Hao Sen may not have the courage to hold his father accountable. The Prime Minister patted the student's hand and said, "I see, there will be a chance later, and I will speak to His Majesty."

At this moment, the head housekeeper coughed lightly, Julian smiled and retreated, and Nabert nodded and left.

On the shooting range, a hundred gunmen lined up in three rows and took turns shooting at the target under the repeated orders of the officer "raise the gun" and "shoot". The sound of musketry was heard one after another in the empty school grounds, and the smell of gunpowder wafted in the air.

Tangleo's black hair reflected a faint halo in the sun, and the emperor sat on an iron seat specially made for him, with a fiery red velvet cape hanging from the chair and draped on the ground. In front of him is a large black iron table full of food. Tangleo is tearing off a turkey leg and putting it in a pot, and then picking grapes and strawberries while watching the soldiers shoot at the field. Put on a plate.

The chief servant came to him and bowed his head and whispered, the emperor nodded. A moment later, Naibert was standing on the right side of the emperor, and the Silver Frost Iron Guard moved a chair. The Prime Minister was not polite, and slumped on the cold chair. Tangleo glanced at him, grabbed the chicken leg and bit his mouth, "My good prime minister, you don't look very well."

"Because I was plagued by nightmares last night, Your Majesty."

Tangleo pushed a plate of fried steak in front of the Prime Minister, and naturally someone brought napkins, knives and forks and other items. Naibert was not as bold as the emperor. He folded the napkin meticulously and stuffed it into his neckline before tearing open the steak with a knife and putting the steaming beef into his mouth. Tanglio took a sip of a glass of spirits next to him at this time, and said, "What did you dream about, tell me."

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, anyway, His Majesty won't like to hear these things." Naibert said expressionlessly.

Tangleo scolded, and said loudly: "I told you to say it and you said it, what to do with so much nonsense. You guy likes to tease my appetite. If you don't say anything, you don't need to say anything and get out of here."

Naibert has long been used to the emperor's vulgar language. He picked another grape for himself, threw it into his mouth, and said: "I woke up before dawn and looked out of the sky. The sky in the north was scarlet and weeping with blood. Your Majesty, this is not a good omen."

Tanglio snorted: "Do you also believe in the theory of celestial phenomena? I thought that only farmers can look at the sky. It turns out that our Prime Minister is also good at this."

He pretended not to hear the emperor's cynicism and ridicule of Nabo's privilege, and said indifferently: "Since the theory of celestial phenomenon exists, it has its own reasons. Why bother to deny it, Your Majesty."

"Anyway, I don't believe it." Tangleo frowned and looked at the sky: "Let me believe in the sky, I would rather believe in my own sword."

"The Marquis of Sheila is missing." Naibert suddenly changed the subject.

Tangleo narrowed his eyes: "If you fart, let it go."

"Your Majesty should also know that Sheila is my best friend. Half a month ago, he secretly sent a letter. The letter said that he had received a mysterious invitation, which might reveal a huge conspiracy. But he was vague. I rushed to see him overnight, but was in vain. After three days, there was no news of him. Then ten days ago, Sheila’s son came to see me and said that Sheila had never returned since he left that day.”

"He disappeared, and disappeared along with the guards he brought with him." Naibert shifted his gaze to the plate, and he lightly sawed a piece of beef with a knife: "The last stop Sheila appeared was the Forest of Wrathful Horns. That forest borders the Dragonstone Icefield..."

After speaking, the Prime Minister gently lifted the plate, and sure enough, the next moment the table shook violently, and the food, vegetables and fruits on it jumped into the air and rolled to the ground. After the shaking of the table stopped, Naibert put down his plate and continued to eat his beef slowly. Tangleo next to him opened his eyes wide and roared, "Nabert, what do you mean!"

The chief servant turned his face away, and the nearby Silver Frost Guards pretended not to hear anything. But from the bottom of their hearts, they sincerely admired Naibert, and only the Prime Minister dared to provoke the emperor and still acted like a normal person. Anyone else would have been scared to death by the emperor's anger.

Tangleo gasped heavily, lowered his voice but still sounded like thunder: "You know who owns the Dragonstone Icefield and dare to say that, meaning that the disappearance of the old man Xila is related to him?"

"I didn't say that, Your Majesty. I just said that Sheila disappeared, and I didn't mean anything else from the beginning to the end."

The emperor smiled instead of anger: "Shit, I don't know what you are thinking. Okay, anyway, Sheila is a marquis, he can't disappear so inexplicably. I will let someone investigate, this time Are you satisfied, my good lord?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for allowing me to finally explain to Sheila's family."

"Hmph, what else is there?" Tangleo grabbed a roast chicken and started chewing it in a fit of anger.

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you. The Shadow Principality has started to gather troops on the north and south sides. I don't think it will be long before the war. At this time, is your Majesty letting go of that matter?"

"Are you talking about reducing the army?" Tanglio rolled his eyes and said, "Why let it go? In my opinion, it should be stepped up. You also know that the war is coming. Once the war between the north and the south starts, I need the emperor's army." The army reacted quickly, so those lords should hand over their troops and let the empire unite."

"Then they will come to Oliska, and His Majesty can hear their cries every day when he wakes up."

"They dare!" Tangleo waved his hand: "I have my own idea about this matter, you don't need to talk about it anymore. I saw you bumped into Julian just now."

Nabert hummed.

Tangliou called the chief servant and said, "You will pass on a message to me later to ask the Department of Internal Affairs to prepare a new earl's uniform. When Viscount Allen arrives in Oliska, he will send it over. At the same time, arrange a time, and I will personally honor this knight."

The chief servant's eyes were slightly surprised, what an honor this is. Tangleo turned his head and said to Naibert: "You tell Julian, I know what he wants to say. I have never forgotten the last emperor's legacy, and there is no need for him to rush to teach me early in the morning. As soon as his little tail curled up I knew if he was going to poop or eat, that's why I sent him back, don't waste my time."

Naibert smiled and said, "Personally award that knight, this Viscount Allen... No, Earl Allen is really a big face."

Tangleo laughed: "Whoever survives Hoy's two shots and kills a powerful earl, whoever has this face. Besides, Julian seems to be quite angry recently. I, by the way, give him a push. It’s also good for him not to think that I’m a partial father.”

"You are just."

"Stop farting, Mr. Prime Minister, you are far from flattering."

Naibert smiled and said nothing. Julian was worried that the southern jazz would be killed just like that, so he tried his best to suffer the emperor's thunderous wrath and wanted to interfere a little, so as to give him a relatively fair environment. Unexpectedly, Tangliou announced on the spot that he would award him an honor. As long as today's words spread, those who want to touch Sir Allen can only hold back their thoughts. After all, the emperor's eyes had already fallen on that knight, and if that knight could not reach the imperial capital by then, the emperor's anger would not be so easy to bear.

But there are advantages and disadvantages in everything. The more the emperor pays attention to that knight, the more dangerous it will be after arriving in the imperial capital. Because of Tangleo's words, the knight's battlefield is no longer on the journey north, but in Oliska.

PS: The monthly pass numbers are a bit embarrassing\(^o^)/~