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Marcus was born into a family of aristocratic housekeepers and maids, but sadly, his mother died in agony shortly after giving birth to him.

He has no mother, and he doesn't even have the slightest impression of his mother, only when his father recalls it, he vaguely sketches a vague figure of his mother in his mind.

But he knew that the imaginary figure was just a fantasy to comfort himself.

For as long as he can remember, his father has been busy under Lord Amalunda all day, and he often tells him that if it were not for Lord Amalenda, he would not be where he is today, let alone his appearance.

His father had always been very respectful and grateful to Lord Amalunda, and all he could do was to repay him with serious and diligent work.

He was busy, working all day and all night, and most of the time, young Marcus was left by his father to be looked after by a maid attendant.

He was lonely and looking forward to his father's appearance, when he was not by his side.

He was sad and hurt and longed for his father when he was not by his side.

He was not there when he cried and cried out to his father.

Always...... Always......

He began to get used to it.

Habit without a father.

Because he knows that every shout, every expectation, will only leave more painful and sad disappointment in the end.

He began to resent Lord Amalunda for taking away his only father, for never giving him the care and love he needed most......

This resentment was buried in his young heart, sprouted, grew, and flourished......

He began to grow up, he began to have his own life, and his father was still as busy as ever, except for the generous living expenses that compensated him every month, the rest of the time, he was alone.

Alone, he began to passively get to know many people, many friends, and of course he knew that those people only valued his identity and his money.

And he didn't mind this false friendship in the slightest, because he was no longer alone.

He learned to drink and fight, and he learned to gamble and play with women...... As long as it can give him a stimulus in life, he will try, and when he has no money, he will reach out to his father to ask for it, and his father will try to meet his requirements every time.

He's using him to make up for his guilt, and he's never been polite about it, just taking it for granted.

Rebellious, depraved.

Until one day, Master Yamalunda died, and his father returned to his former home with him, Marcas clearly felt that his father wanted to make up for his neglect in the past with his last time, but it was too late.

He is still the same as before, he is not doing his job, he is idle, he goes out early and returns late every day to eat, drink and have fun with his new friends, it doesn't matter if he has no money, it has become his habit to reach out to his father to ask for it.

It's just that his father is no longer the butler of the aristocratic family, he no longer has a stable and generous salary, he can't provide him with endless demands, and after almost exhausting the property that his father has accumulated over the years, his life has gradually become embarrassed.

He could clearly feel that the friends around him who were eating, drinking, and having fun were beginning to distance themselves from him.

After arguing with his father in front of outsiders, Marcus endured the subtle ridicule of his friends after going out, and in a fit of rage, he borrowed a large loan shark from the casino he frequented.

His gambling skills were not bad, and he thought that he might be able to get a good return by borrowing a loan shark, but he didn't expect that his luck that day was extremely poor, and the more he gambled and lost, the more he wanted to win back, and as a result, he owed the casino a huge amount of debt.

When his friends saw this, they began to stay away, fearing that he would borrow money from them to pay off their debts.

When the disgruntled Marcus returned home, he suddenly remembered that his father still had the last pension money in his hand, and he knew that the old guy would never take out that money, but if there was no money, how would the casino's debt be repaid? If he doesn't return it, I'm afraid that his body will be found in a dark alley in a few days.

He didn't want to die.

In order to find out where the old guy hid his money, Marcus began to pay attention to his every move, and after deliberately pretending to be a door, he finally discovered the anomaly after secretly hiding in the house.

Soon after he "went out", the old man made a new lunch and put it in the basket and began to walk towards the backyard, and he quietly followed, he remembered, there was only a simple storage hut and a vegetable field in the backyard, what did he do with his lunch? Is it nostalgia for the picnic lunch of the past? No kidding!

The old guy was very vigilant, and every time he looked around casually before continuing to walk, almost making Marcas think that the other party had discovered his tracking.

When the old guy opened the door of the storage hut, he was surprised to see that the old guy was holding a small hammer and suddenly opened a big black hole in the ground!

After tying the rope ladder and putting it into the hole, the old fellow took the basket of lunch and climbed into it tremblingly!

What a discovery!

For Marcas, the surprise in front of him was beyond his imagination, and he had no idea that there was such a strange thing in the backyard storage hut.

Thinking of the old guy carrying the basket of lunch in his hand, he suddenly thought of one thing, who was he going to send it to?

Curious and excited, Marcus couldn't bear it any longer, walked to the hole in the storage hut, and slowly climbed down the rope ladder.

Walking cautiously through the dimly lit passage, I began to hear the sound of human conversation faintly in my ears.

He walked lightly, leaning his back against the passage wall and pricking up his ears!

He heard, heard the old fellow's voice, heard another young unfamiliar voice.

Who's that?

"Young Master Tirrant, if you continue to stay in the royal capital, sooner or later those people will probably expose your existence, for your safety......"

Tirrant? The illegitimate son of Lord Yamalenda, the culprit who caused the bloodshed of Wang Li Zhongyāng Academy and was offered a reward of 10,000 gold tor by the Kingdom Guard Department?

Did I hear it right?

The heart beats violently, what old guy hides money, what debts... All those thoughts were forgotten by Marcas, as long as there was a bounty of 10,000 gold tors, what could not be realized?

After hearing the conversation between the two and confirming that the young unfamiliar voice was indeed Tirrant, Marcus began to stealthily leave the passage.

For the first time, he felt that the excitement almost made people lose their minds completely.

Leaving the backyard and the house, he ran frantically down the street, smiling wildly and with a twisted smile on his face, causing the pedestrians around him to look sideways.

After arriving at the headquarters of the Wangdu Guard Department at the fastest speed in his life, the violent wheezing and fatigue made his brain begin to clear up, and after calming down, he began to inform the personnel on duty at the gate of the guard hall of his intentions.

He didn't expect that the ability of the Royal Capital Guard Department to do things was actually fast, and within a while, he was led into a closed and dimly lit room, which couldn't help but make him uneasy.

When a middle-aged aristocratic prefect walked in, the other party's kind inquiry also made Marcas's worried and cramped mood gradually calmed down, but when he couldn't resist the hidden excitement and asked the bounty question, he was told by the other party that the bounty could only be obtained after catching Tirrant, and during this period of time, he had to stay in this house honestly and wait for news.

……

"In other words, Tirrant was caught because of Marcus's whistleblowing?"

On the way to the eldest prince's mansion, after learning a series of causes and consequences from Bedwen's mouth, Xia Lan couldn't help but sneer.

"Yes, the people who interrogated Marcus at that time were the radical nobles who supported the side of the Grand Prince, and our men were powerless to stop it." Bedwin said expressionlessly.

"And then?" Charland Road.

"Later? The nobles did not use the normal means to capture Tirrant, but used their private power to explain that it was just a lie by Marcas. Bedwin said coldly: "They know that once the king knows that Tilrant has been arrested, then in order to protect the crime of the fourth prince from being implemented, His Majesty is likely to let him die unknowingly...... Those nobles didn't want to see such a thing, so they imprisoned Tirrant in a secret place, and waited until the palace council three days later made a big move, no matter how much His Majesty defended the fourth prince, the possibility of the fourth prince wanting to sit on the throne would be completely lost. ”

"They may have underestimated His Majesty the King."

"So His Royal Highness the Great Prince is now negotiating with them, it's just ......"

Bedwin shook his head, as if he was not optimistic about the outcome of the negotiations, or rather, he knew too well the faces of the radical nobles, and wanted them to give up the perfect opportunity to bring down the fourth prince, such a temptation was absolutely impossible to refuse.

They never underestimated His Majesty, but they never doubted the strength of unity among the nobles, and as long as there was evidence, even His Majesty could not go against the will of the entire aristocratic class.

Late at night.

The Great Prince's Palace.

I don't know how long I waited in a study, but the figure of the eldest prince finally arrived.

Sasso looked a little tired, and after entering the room, he didn't even glance at Xia Lan and Bedwen, sat at his desk, drank the hot tea that the waiter had just brought him, closed his eyes, sighed softly, and leaned back on the news.

After a long time, Sasso sighed again, shook his head slightly, and opened his eyes to look at the two people in the room.

"The negotiations failed, and they were unwilling to give up the decision of the three-day court."

"Your Highness—"

Bedwin frowned, and was about to say something when Sasso waved him off.

"Needless to say, I've explained it to them clearly enough tonight, but I still can't change their choice." Sasso sighed, "They are too superstitious about the power of the alliance between the nobles, do they really think that their father will not be able to do anything about them?" ”

He shook his head, not knowing how many times he sighed, and said, "Tirrant will not survive the palace council in three days." ”

"Your Highness, how do we decide?" Bedwin asked respectfully.

"Tirrant can't die, after all, those nobles are also our support, and we can only save his life so far."

With that, he turned to Xia Lan, and this was his second meeting with him.

"Should I call you Derak Charland or Norvid Sealandoff Yare?"

"Let Your Highness do whatever you want." Xia Lan stepped forward and bowed her head.

"I've got the consent of the nobles, and they've promised me to send someone to watch over Tilrant, and I've chosen you, Frank!" Sasso stared at Xia Lan with deep eyes and said slowly.

"Thank you for your attention, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations!" Xia Lan raised her head and said solemnly and respectfully.

"I hope so."

Sasso smiled, took a sip of his teacup, and said, "Stand down, I'll let Bedwin take you to Tirrant's prison later." ”

"Yes."

After Xia Lan left, I don't know how long it took, Bedwin said softly: "Your Highness, he is gone." ”

"Hmm."

Sasso nodded.

"Do you know why I let him go?"

"His Highness is still suspicious of him?" Bedvin said.

"Yes."

"He probably won't make mistakes lightly."

"It doesn't matter if we make mistakes or if we don't make mistakes, it's the different outcomes we see."