While White Maroy Miller was still wondering what was going on with the few muffled thunderous sounds that came from the night sky just now, the middle-aged man in a cloth coat, whose face had just been ruddy, turned pale at this moment, and it was obvious that he had recognized the owner of this voice, and even his body was so frightened that his hands clenched his fists, and he still couldn't stop trembling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Thunder, no, no, no! It's not thunder at all! It's one man's laughter! It's that man's laughter!"

"Is that person?...!" Seeing the rare gaffe of the gray-clothed middle-aged man, White Maroy Miller suddenly looked at the former with wide eyes as if he remembered someone.

"That's right, it's that lord, the strongest man in the empire, and at the same time the strongest man in the human race! Roy, you have to keep him in mind! He is the biggest obstacle to our revolutionary army!" the gray-clothed middle-aged man nodded with a gloomy face.

However, as the so-called ignorant are fearless, after hearing the answer of the middle-aged man in cloth, instead of a trace of fear on his face, there was an expression on his face that was unique to young people, excitement and yearning.

After seeing this expression on the face of the white horse Roy Miller, the middle-aged man in gray couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, he knew that this expression had often appeared on his face before, but now as soon as he heard this man's name, he could only tremble with fear.

Although this old man has not made many wonderful appearances over the years, and the new generation of young people have no idea how terrifying and desperate the power this old man has, it is also good that if it is too early to let the young man in front of him know how powerful his future opponent is, it will not be a good thing for his growth.

Now he just wanted to join up with the others as quickly as possible so that he could regain some advantage in this already inferior game, and he was eager to discuss with the leader of the Revolutionary Army how to face the strongest man of the empire.

In the same Outer Imperial City, in a manor with extremely luxurious architecture, in a chic small building, two bloated people were arguing fiercely.

"Why do you and your mother want me to compete for that position, I said, I'm not interested, I don't want to be an emperor, I want to be a free prince, I don't want to be an emperor. The younger young man's cheeks flushed at the moment, and he shook his fist vigorously, as if he was venting.

"You... You... I don't know how your head grows, is there nothing in it but fat? Do you know that your mother and I are heartbroken for your business, and you bastard boy don't appreciate it at all. Hearing the young man's words, the older man suddenly scolded angrily.

"Well, that's what you asked me to do, it's obviously my father's idea to make us brothers compare with each other, he likes to see us brothers kill each other, he puts us all in a cage, in order to choose a suitable heir. The bloated young man waved his arms angrily, his red eyes staring directly at the old man, and he banged the table to vent his long-standing dissatisfaction. "You want to put me in that position, and then hide behind and command, like a puppet, don't think I don't know anything. ”

"We're all here for your own good, you're still young and don't know enough about these things, you don't want to get involved in this matter, do you think you can get out of it? You can only play according to His Majesty's game until he cancels the game, otherwise you have no choice. Looking at his grandson, who was already hysterical, the tall and fat old man also looked at the emotional young man with a helpless face.

"Who are you looking for me?" asked the bloated young man impatiently.

"You can rest assured about this! It's much better than the jugglers you are looking for, he is the leader of the new generation of the Hundred Battles Mercenary Regiment, the third-ranked mercenary group in the mainland, and his reputation has only been obtained after several tests of life and death, and he is many times stronger than some so-called geniuses. As soon as he mentioned the young man he had found, the bloated old man suddenly came to his senses, and he waved his fist confidently.

"Alright, alright! I'm not interested in hearing you praise him here, I don't know him, I just want the next few days to pass quickly, so that I can go back to my old life as a dashing prince. But the bloated young man clasped his ears with his little thumb without appreciation, looking extremely impatient.

"You unassuming thing, what are you asking me to say about you! Are all the words I just said in vain?Are all the words I just said in your ears a fart?" Seeing his grandson's indifferent look, the bloated old man raised his hand in anger, but he hesitated for a long time but never fell.

However, in the face of the scolding from his grandfather, the bloated young man shrugged his shoulders indifferently and proudly raised Erlang's legs, and the old man, who knew what his grandson's character was, wisely gave up continuing to persuade at this moment.

In his opinion, instead of constantly persuading, it is better to use practical actions to be more practical, as long as everything is done for him, even if he doesn't want to sit in that position, he won't be able to do it at that time. Thinking of this, the old man waved his hand and motioned for his grandson to go out, and just as the bloated and relieved fourth prince was about to go out, a low thunder came from the vast night sky.

"What the hell, there is thunder in such a big moon hanging in the sky!" The bloated fourth prince looked at the clear night sky and complained impatiently and was about to leave, but he heard a muffled sound behind him, and when he turned around, he found that it was the old man who was staying in the house sitting on the ground. "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, I don't have to scare you like this when it thunders at night!"

"Fool, this is not thunder, this is a person's laughter! You can get your wish, you don't have to think about the throne, this person has already made a decision, and no one can change it!" "The right prime minister has already chosen a candidate, and no one has to fight for the throne!"

"What? The voice just now was the laughter of the right minister, this is too incredible!" After hearing this unexpected answer, the bloated fourth prince looked at the old man in disbelief.

"It's over, it's all over! No one has to fight. The old man sat on the ground with a dazed expression. "Don't pull me up, stinky boy!

"Yes! Yes! Yes, my good grandfather, it's great that you finally figured it out!" Hearing the old man say this, the bloated fourth prince pulled up the old man sitting on the ground with a smile on his face, and patted the non-existent dirt on the old man's body by the way.

"Okay, don't be a sycophant, I was originally a grandfather who could still be the future emperor, but now it seems that this is just a pipe dream! I thought that the right minister would only make a decision after the candidate was confirmed, as before, but I didn't expect it to be so fast this time!" Helplessly hammered the table, and the old man kept complaining. "It was all in vain that I borrowed a man from an old friend to increase your chips and owe a great favor. ”

"Isn't this good, you just let the people come back, the competition in nine days will be over, why be so serious!" the bloated young man looked at his grandfather with a smile on his face, and gaged.

"Fart, do you want to be angry with me! You're not ashamed, I'm ashamed! My face is about to be lost by you!" The old man, who had already recovered from his decadent state just now, couldn't help but kick the bloated young man hard. "Anyway, this matter is not only your responsibility, it is also related to my face, okay, don't shake it in front of my eyes, get out! ”

"Then I'll really go, grandpa, don't think about me!" the bloated young man nodded as he slowly moved out the door.

"Get out! you can't do the rest, you still have to do whatever you have to do!" Looking at his grandson who was relieved, the old man shook his head helplessly and motioned for him to get out of here.

After getting the old man's consent, the bloated young man almost crawled out of the small building and disappeared into the night, for fear that the old man sitting in the room would regret it again. In his opinion, no matter what, it is a good choice to be able to stay away from the whirlpool of this right, even if the reputation is not good.

With his hands behind his back and looking up at the starry sky, after a long time, the bloated old man who was left alone in the room sighed faintly.

"Alas, my good grandson, you are only the fourth prince, and there are three people in front of you!"

However, just as the laughter of the white-haired old man resounded in the night sky, the powerful men of the various missions who had come to Wynether to congratulate Romanov XIII on his birthday all involuntarily walked out of their rooms and looked up at the night sky after hearing this voice.

They were afraid, envious of the master of this voice, they were different from those hot-blooded and ignorant young people, they knew where the true foundation of this powerful empire was, they knew better how powerful the master of this laughter was, and only those who had experienced the majesty of the master of this voice were qualified to know what a terrifying existence this person was.

Even standing in front of this person, if you don't have enough strength, there is a sense of rebellion in your heart, and this person who is feared by everyone is the strongest person in the Opdos Empire, known as the legendary light of the Saint Lyman Tylavol Alfred.