Prime Minister Paul took a few deep breaths, his old cheeks kept trembling slightly, and the expression on his face was extremely gloomy: "Discuss? What to discuss? ”

At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor left his seat and walked towards the center of the high platform. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one can sit safely while His Majesty the Emperor is standing, and that is a great disrespect to this Imperial Supreme. So the others on the high platform also stood up at the same time and paid their respects to His Majesty.

But no matter whether you sit or stand, as long as your tongue and mouth are still there, you can still speak. So Duke Li'an spoke: "What else can be discussed?" Of course, it was a discussion on how to kill people. ”

The Duke's tone was so flat that if you didn't listen to it, you might even think that Duke Leanne was discussing something like what to eat tonight.

Prime Minister Paul couldn't help but sigh lowly: "Do we have to discuss such a thing on such an occasion?" ”

Duke Li'an watched the emperor with a blank face, walking towards the center of the high platform step by step, and said lightly: "Only in this place, I don't have to worry about someone eavesdropping on our conversation." ”

As soon as these words came out, Prime Minister Paul was shocked again, and glanced at Duke Lean beside him in disbelief. He originally opened his mouth to say something, but he forced himself to endure it, but there were a few more dark clouds on his face at some point.

Prime Minister Paul knew exactly what his peer was saying. What others call killing may be nothing more than killing one, ten, or even a hundred people. But if you kill someone from the mouth of Duke Lean, then it will be thousands, ten thousands, even millions!

Military merit is piled up with human life. As the patron saint of the Spanny Empire for three hundred years, how many enemy bones stacked together sent the Golden Lion Family to a height that no one could reach?

Prime Minister Paul did not know the answer to this question, but he knew very well in his heart that although the Duke of Leanne had been different for three hundred years, they all had the same characteristic. That is the man who can become the head of the Golden Lion family, and none of them are soft-hearted.

Such a person can usually lie dormant in the northwest for more than ten years in a peaceful and prosperous era of singing and dancing, but once a strong enemy appears, this northwest lion will wake up from its slumber and show its fangs and claws to the empire and the whole world.

Prime Minister Paul's body suddenly trembled slightly, at this moment the Prime Minister was on a high platform, the ground under his feet was green and green, the warm sunlight fell from the sky and shone softly on his body, in addition to the boiling human voices, there was also the slightest smell of wild flowers wafting from nowhere.

But his blood was cold and seemed to freeze, because he suddenly remembered the upheaval thirty years ago.

It was a dark night.

"Quick! Don't stop you, follow me! Young Paul swung his sword and let his face spill blood while still roaring with a hideous expression.

At least twenty of his enemies had already died under his sword, but Paul kept hurrying forward, swinging his sword to cut down one soldier after another who had sacrificed their lives to stop his advance.

Blood splattered in front of his eyes, screams accompanied by fragments of flesh and blood flying in the air, but Paul's heart was completely unmoved, only an impassioned conviction echoed in his heart - the great prince must be rescued!

Paul knew very well in his heart that these people who sacrificed their lives to resist Paul's way were all good soldiers who were loyal to the empire and His Majesty the Emperor. But tonight, death to those who stand in my way!

The eldest prince in his mouth was, of course, not Emmanuel, who was not born at that time, but the current emperor - Charles XVI!

Who knew that this prime minister, who was famous all over the world for his full stomach, was once a middle-level sixth-level samurai when he was young?

This is the gate of the Imperial Prison, where the most heinous criminals are held, but tonight it has become a cruel Shura field. After learning the news of the sudden death of His Majesty the Emperor, the young Paul immediately gathered his allies to do his best and led a hundred men in black to raid the prison, just to rescue the prince who was imprisoned in the prison and was about to be beheaded tomorrow!

The reaction of the defending generals was not unpleasant, but it made a fatal mistake. A thousand defenders hastily formed a defensive line outside the gate to resist the surprise attack, but only ten minutes later were defeated by a hundred elite men led by Paul, leaving behind hundreds of corpses and scattering.

How can a thousand sheep resist a hundred fierce wolves?

The gate of the heavenly prison was in front of him, and Paul, who was covered in blood like a blood-colored demon king, took a deep breath, and roared with all his strength at the towering and wide heavy iron gate in front of him: "Open!" ”

Two heavy iron doors slowly opened in front of Paul, and behind the doors, in addition to the corpses of the jailers, there was also an elite squad of no more than twenty people who had made a long flight from Lionheart City in the northwest of the Empire.

And although the leader of this squad was wearing a black scarf and a black coat, young Paul still recognized his identity at a glance by showing half of his face: "Why are you?" I heard that someone was here to answer the call, but I didn't expect... Isn't it strictly forbidden for your family to participate in political struggles? ”

Paul was answered with a murderous look in his eyes and a bland voice: "I'm just here to kill." ”

The killing doesn't end, it begins.

After the rescue of the eldest prince from prison, a bloody battle began in the city of Ridmar that lasted for seven days and seven nights, and hundreds of thousands of troops, millions of civilians, and countless high-ranking nobles and glorious families were drawn into this vortex.

When all this was finally over, the Grand Prince, who had the full support of Paul and others, finally ascended the throne and became the sixteenth emperor of this great empire, Charles XVI. Paul, who was not even able to succeed his father as duke, was promoted to the position of prime minister in one fell swoop, and has remained until now.

When Paul led the elite to fight with a thousand soldiers in the square in front of the gate, what happened behind the gate of the prison? Paul didn't know. But what he knew was that all five hundred and twelve jailers who stood behind the gate had lost their lives forever before the gate opened.

"Is there no other way?" Prime Minister Paul woke up from his memory with a look of hesitation and unbearability on his face.

He is no longer the young man who fights bravely for fame and fortune without fear, even if he may lose his life, thirty years of prime ministerhood, thirty years of ups and downs have made him see through the vanity of power and everything in the world, at this moment he is just an old man who wants to spend the rest of his life in peace.

"Nope." Duke Lean, who also had slightly weathered temples, stood beside Prime Minister Paul, and his tone was still as plain as when the two met at the prison gate thirty years ago: "This time, we can only kill." ”

"Okay." Prime Minister Paul nodded slowly, making up his mind.

There was no turning back, and since the moment the man disappeared thirty years ago, Prime Minister Paul knew that this day was coming.

If you want to kill, kill him with a river of blood, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

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