Although the late autumn night can be a little chilly, at least it can still make people feel a burst of warmth, so that you don't feel the cold of winter too soon.

But at this moment, the biting chill is not enough to express the tremor in Duke Melkin's heart, perhaps the cold wind blowing from hell can more appropriately describe his heart at this moment.

Because it was only at this moment, until he heard with his own ears the words that came out of the mouth of Romanov XIII, that he understood that it turned out that Romanov XIII's suspicion of the old man had reached an unimaginable level.

It is not even an exaggeration to say that any matter, as long as it has the slightest relationship with the old man, he must firmly grasp it, and even find out without himself, which is enough to show that the contradiction between imperial power and relative power has reached an irreconcilable point, and such a result is the last thing he wants to see.

Only when a country is stable and harmonious internally can it grow steadily, flourish, and stand on top of all countries.

And now...

Thinking of this, Duke Melkin couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and at this time he regretted his statement a little, as if he had promised Romanov XIII what he had done a little too early.

Looking at the resolute side face of Romanov XIII, the trembling muscles of his cheeks, and the angry nostrils, everything clearly showed the former's heart at this moment, which was more effective than any words for Duke Melkin, who was very good at observing words and feelings.

"Your Majesty, you see, this time Lancelot seems to be ready to take the young man's attack!" sighed inwardly, Duke Melkin deliberately changed the subject.

"Hmm!" Romanov XIII snorted softly, as if absent-mindedly, and his distracted gaze once again focused on Kreze's body.

Watching a dazzling ball of lightning quickly form, and then shrinking to only one-fifth of its size in a few breaths, Duke Melkin swallowed back what he was about to say, and a small chuckle of Romanov XIII was heard in his ears.

At this time, even if Duke Melgin wanted to explain anything, he was powerless, because the young man below, the attack method he used to cast his magic, was exactly the same as that of the old man, and if he said that there was no relationship between the two, I am afraid that no one would believe it, and compared to the scene he saw in front of him, the language of any explanation seemed so pale at this time.

Hearing this chuckle, Duke Melgin could only secretly smile bitterly in his heart, but he didn't dare to express any more, he knew that the anger of the ruler around him was approaching a critical point, and any little stimulation would make it explode, since he didn't want to be the object of his catharsis, it was better to pretend that he didn't know anything.

Just as Duke Melgin had secretly made up his mind not to get involved in this matter, a blinding light flashed, and a violent explosion rang out, and even though they were still a short distance from the battlefield, they could hear the deafening roar.

"This...!?" Duke Melkin, who was staring at the warring parties, suddenly opened his eyes as if he had seen something incredible.

"Having forced Lancelot to such a point, this kid really hasn't weakened the reputation of the Right Minister!" Unlike Duke Melkin's surprise, Romanov XIII said slowly, as if he was not surprised by the sight of the scene. "With a mere legendary-level strength that is not enough, he was able to force the legendary peak guardian knight Lancelot to the point where he had to use the shield of fighting spirit to resist, tsk, he really deserves to be a good student who has been hiding for more than 20 years by Lord Right Minister!"

"Looks like this should be the end of tonight!" said Duke Melkin, looking at Kreeser who had already put away his spear.

"We'll see his true strength tomorrow!" The implication is that Romanov XIII has already seen that there is still room for tonight's match against Kreeser, after all, tomorrow's game is what he will face.

With a complicated look on his face, he glanced at the rapidly approaching figures below, and Romanov XIII jumped from the top of the tower, leaving only an aftersound that lingered in the ears of Duke Melkin.

"A few of them are here, it's time for the end!"

Looking at the figure of Romanov XIII jumping down, listening to the words full of ambiguity and reverie left by him, what could Duke Melkin say, he could only look at his rapidly falling figure, shake his head and smile bitterly.

But Duke Melkin knew that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for him, for Romanov XIII.

What was supposed to be a night of peaceful conversation was unexpectedly learned of two things that were so secret, and Duke Melgin knew that he was destined to not be able to get out of this game, and it was unknown whether he would even be able to remain neutral.

No, he clearly knew that he could only choose one of the two people in the game to support, otherwise, he would definitely become a victim in this game.

In fact, he already had a choice in his heart, and the only side he could choose was Romanov XIII, and it was impossible for him to choose the right minister, because the rulers of this country were the Romanov family, not the right minister.

Looking at the direction in which the figure of Romanov XIII disappeared, Duke Melkin knew that whenever the former was psychologically frustrated, he would always go to a place, and only the people who lived there could comfort him now, only her.

Sitting with his arms and knees crossed, although Romanov XIII had completely disappeared from his view, Duke Melgin had no intention of leaving, he just sat quietly on the top of this lonely tower, looking down on the whole huge city.

It is always said that the eve of a storm is always peaceful!

Now the Duke of Melkin desperately hopes that this tranquility will stay forever tonight, and that tonight will never pass, but unfortunately, this is destined to be a beautiful imagination, and perhaps after tonight, the future of the people living in this country will undergo earth-shaking changes.

With his head buried deep in his knees, and the thought of the coming tomorrow made Duke Melkin's mind incomparably confused, his heart in turmoil like never before, and it is no exaggeration to say that tonight was the hardest night of his first half of his life.

When the stars in the sky gradually disappeared, when the east was white, and the head was still buried deep in his knees, Duke Melgin moved, he stood up straight with difficulty, and moved his body gently.

Looking at the east, he slowly opened his arms and took a deep breath of the cold air of the last morning of late autumn, the cold air was sucked into his chest cavity by his gulp, and then exhaled vigorously, as if this would make his depressed mood better.

In this way, the Duke of Melkin opened his arms wide, closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled, and kept repeating this, as if he wanted to hold this last tranquility firmly into his bosom and never let go of it again.

However, this can only be but...!

By the time the rising sun had completely leapt over the horizon, the figure of Duke Melgin had long since disappeared from the tower, only the place that had not been wet by the morning dew told that there had been people here.

When the sun rose completely, the people living in this world-famous giant city opened the closed doors one after another, washed as fast as possible, and after a hasty breakfast, they hurried to a certain place in the city.

The same scene has also been staged in various princes' mansions, today, some of them will usher in the most important day of their lives, and most of them can only show themselves in front of their fathers today, which is also one of the few opportunities.

When the sun had risen, the gates of the mansions and mansions of all over the city were pushed open by the night watchmen, and horse-drawn carriages of different shapes drove out to the most remarkable place of the day.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Krazer was already standing at the door early, waiting for the other party's call, although he experienced a battle last night, but it was just an examination to the end, and he didn't spend too much mental energy.

As soon as he thought of the battle with the old man last night, Kreeser regretted it in his heart, it was rare to meet such a strong sparring partner, he felt that when he was fighting last night, he should show more strength, and those newly comprehended combat skills should be verified on him.

It's a pity that at that time, he was amazed by the old man's incredible speed, and was completely attracted by his speed, so much so that he forgot about it, and now that he thinks back, he still has some small regrets in his heart.

Gently stroking Thanatos, who was yawning on his shoulder, Krezer, who was thinking about things, suddenly raised his head, and there were two kinds of footsteps, one heavy and one light, from far to near.

A few breaths, two figures came out of Krezer's sight, the first one was a man with a lofty appearance, wearing a gorgeous costume, wearing a crown, the momentum was very powerful, and the old man who followed him was like an old man next door, with his hands on his back, standing silently beside him, but with last night's battle, Kreizer could no longer ignore the existence of this old man.

"Have you rested?" Glancing at Kratzer with a slight surprise, Kratos was the first to speak, seemingly surprised by his early wait at the door.

"Hmm!" Krezer, who also glanced at the other party, nodded.

"Then let's go!" Glancing at Kratzer with great satisfaction, Kratos, the eldest prince, turned around quickly, and walked out, without the slightest intention of waiting for the former, but in his heart he was thinking about the old man's suggestion to him last night, whether he should take this person under his command as he said.

"Hmm!" replied again, and Krazer strode forward and chased after him.

Looking at the two figures in front of him, one tall and one short, and then looking around, Krazer suddenly realized at this time that the trace of jerkiness that had been haunting his heart last night actually came from here, and there were only two of them in the entire prince's mansion, not even a palace maid or attendant.

This can't help but make Krezer sigh, the cruelty of those court battles recorded in the book is true, this scene is even more determined that after this incident, he must keep his distance from these people, only in this way can he pursue his dreams without burden.

Thinking of this, Krazer couldn't help but slow down a little in his follow-up, always keeping a certain distance from the two in front of him, until he walked out of the palace gate, and then followed the two into the same carriage and sat opposite the two.

It seemed that the two sensed that Kratzer was deliberately keeping a distance from him, so even if they were sitting in the same carriage, the three of them had nothing to talk about along the way, and Kratos, the eldest prince, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

As the carriage gradually drove away, the noisy crowd gradually increased, and most of them were heading towards the same destination, the Hall of Glory Arena.

The body of each carriage is marked with a unique insignia belonging to the prince, so when the emblem of this carriage is a carriage intertwined with swords and shields, the crowd of people suddenly dispersed to both sides autonomously, making way for the carriage to walk along as quickly as possible.

Seeing this scene, the coachman proudly raised his whip and shook it hard, and the speed of the carriage suddenly increased by a step, and when he drove smoothly through an intersection, an accident happened.

At this moment, another luxurious carriage twice the size rushed out of the fork in the road, and the speed was too fast to react, and just like that, the carriages of the two carriages collided with each other, causing a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

But then, there were more surprises, and in the face of this sudden situation, the eldest prince who was pretending to be asleep did not even lift his eyelids, but the old man sitting beside him moved.

I also know that this impact will definitely not be an accident, especially at such a special moment, the collision just now can only be explained by intentionality, so Kraser's curious eyes turned to the old man who had moved.

Lifting the curtain and looking out, I found that the culprit of the impact was also a carriage, but it was more luxurious than their own, and the whole body seemed to be made of precious nan wood, and the gold wire was engraved with countless patterns, if you didn't look at the fresh and visible scratches on it, this carriage must be extremely luxurious.

In particular, among these countless intricate patterns, there is a gorgeous blooming flower engraved with it, which people will not forget at a glance.

"It's Mihawk!" the old man said in a deep voice, looking at the carriage that had not drawn the curtain even though the two carriages were already very close.

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Kratos, the eldest prince, only snorted lightly.

"Do you want to fight back?" asked the old man, glancing at the carriage that was moving away.

"Ignore it, go full speed!" the eldest prince still did not open his eyes, and commanded without care.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the old man answered the call and knocked on the carriage vigorously, making a rapid clanging sound, as if telling the coachman to speed up.

Just after these few knocks, Kraser's body was suddenly pushed tightly on the carriage by a force, and then a rapid whip was heard from outside, and the speed of the carriage suddenly increased by several notches.

But evidently, the defiant carriage did not seem to give up, and their speed increased, and they caught up with it at a faster speed, and in just a few breaths, the two carriages were back to being neck and neck, and sprinting forward at a great speed.

At this time, the crowd walking on the street had already discovered this anomaly, and shouted to each other, and the whole street was suddenly empty, and everyone stood on both sides of the street for fear of becoming innocent pond fish.

With the sound of the whip flicking, the rapid urging of the coachman, the clatter of the wheels against the uneven stone floor, the provocative carriage suddenly drove outward, and then inward, as if it wanted to make a crash.

Compared with the size of the two carriages, if the carriage is allowed to collide, the car that the eldest prince Kratos is riding will definitely be knocked over, which will not hurt the three people in the carriage, but it will make the eldest prince lose face.

Therefore, when the provocative carriage was about to hit again, the old man sitting by the window slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist, as if he could strike at any moment.

And at this moment, just as the old man was about to punch, a more dense whip sound came from behind, and a tall black shadow swept by in an instant, and then, a carriage that was not inferior to a provocative carriage galloped in, instantly inserting between the two.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

With a tooth-inducing grinding sound, the carriage of the great prince and the provocative carriage caught the carriage that had been rushed in from the rear in the middle.