“…… My son. I have been so unfair to your mother, your sisters, I have always felt that your brother is suitable to be the heir of this country, but now I really find that I was wrong, so wrong, so wrong that I can't turn back!

Your brother has always grown up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He takes everything for granted, and losing the slightest bit is an insult to him, and what he likes must be gained.

People always have to die to have an epiphany. Whether it's my favorite heir or not, someone in this country must inherit it. You, my son, are not only because you hold a valid peace agreement, but as a disobedient person, they will not be difficult for you, and no matter how much I hate you, you are the only one who can bear this responsibility.

I am nearing the end of my life, and it is only natural that you hate me, and I do not want your mercy on me, and I am to blame for all the crimes and punishments I have received, and I have only one request from you, to inherit my empire. If you do well, you will leave it to your heirs, and if you don't do well, come and see me below! ”

The beautiful font is slowly hidden by magic, and then the paper is packed into a small letter box and sealed with fire paint.

The messenger slowly disappeared in the night sky in early November. This secret letter to the Shield City heralds the beginning of a new era. Charles then immediately summoned the Privy Council Ministers to prepare to dictate to them the secret decree of the succession. Most of the Privy Councillors thought this was an acceptable answer. The little prince not only failed, but also single-handedly disrupted the emperor's plan, which indirectly led to the emperor's bedriddenness, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he killed his father.

When the herald was speeding outside the city of Garcia, the manor outside the city also sensed the rumors.

"The old slippery head of the Privy Council has set off for the palace. The emperor seems to have kept this matter a secret. In my opinion, this is either a request for peace or even a minister, or a succession. “

Speaking of passing the position, the gloomy expression of the chief Baccarat couldn't help but twitch again. In the past few days, he has been visiting his father once and has been angrily reprimanded, so he can only stay in the manor with a disgraced face, and even the Bimoon Church has turned a blind eye to him.

"Hmph, the minister? Do you think our great empire is not bowing its head enough? Wouldn't it be enough to kill all those poor black-haired creatures in the first place? And because one person has a temper, he will bulldoze Garcia! The young sergeant drank his beer and began to speak.

"No, no, Brother Tarthas, the question is if this matter is a succession? Wouldn't it be good to summon His Royal Highness Baccarat directly into the palace, why should it be kept secret? Isn't this obvious that the emperor is looking for another heir? A smart man's sober analysis drifted from the table into everyone's ears.

The crowd fell silent. Regardless of peace, the Praetorian Guard can still follow Baccarat on their path to prosperity. But if it weren't for Baccarat's succession to the throne, if not Doniva, but any of the great lords, their status would be no different from that of the army on the frontier. Their position will be replaced by the cronies brought by the new emperor, so what is the point of all their efforts?

Baccarat finally realized the gravity of the problem, and he had twelve points of necessity to find out what kind of dictation had been received by the Privy Council!

"Why, these rotten parasites, are willing to spare their lives to make peace with those unreasonable eccentrics?" Baccarat finally made up his mind, "I have long said that my father is old, and it is not suitable for this new era, gentlemen, follow me, only I can lead Elta to regain the lost glory and wealth!" ”

The fanatical followers of the new emperor at the bottom have long been unable to resist the temptation of power and vanity glory, and have begun to roar loudly and recklessly-

"Hooray!"

"Long live Emperor Baccarat!"

"Elta will never be a slave!"

The sound of neat leather boots on the ground was followed by a firm step, and the riders began to mount their horses and march towards the official residences of the Privy Councillors in and around the city, inciting the remnants of high social status along the way, and even engulfing a formation of hundreds of men on each way.

Baccarat's plan was to intercept the Privy Council Minister at the door of the mansion and then press his father's message. If someone other than him succeeded to the throne, he decided to lead troops into the palace to force his father to change his mind. If it is to sue for peace, or even sacrifice himself to sue for peace, he will do whatever it takes to let Elta continue the war with the cooperation of the Church of the Two Moons until he completely expells the forces of the New District from this world, as the New District takes away his favorite revenge.

Unexpectedly, the "questioning" of the young people's organization that night was completely out of control. Except for the president of the Magic Association and the head of the Knights of the Praetorian Guard, the two ministers were first informed and the two ministers hid in the basement, and the minister of food tax returned to the palace to report the news, and the other six ministers of the Privy Council all suffered misfortune at the door of the mansion.

Half of them didn't have time to be "forced" to be questioned, and they were either dying in the impact or dying on the spot. The rest of the ministers may have known the irreversible fate when they were surrounded, with one of them killing himself with a sharp sword, and two of them did not say a word until they were stoned to death.

Hearing the news, the populace threw stones and torches, and burned the palatial residences after looting them. Shouting the names of the princes, they dragged the bodies of the ministers and their families on the ground, carrying torches through street intersections, and the flow of people was like a frenzy of the embankment breaking in the rainy season, and the waves were Baccarat and his Praetorian Guards, galloping towards the palace.

It was they who led to Elta's defeat! It is the rotten and incompetent Privy Council that will only be defeated without a fight in peace talks! It was the incompetent old emperor who commanded the invincible army of the empire, and it was he who hid the news and groveled to the foreign race! The fanatical populace began to become uncontrollable. Although the first defeat was not deliberately concealed by the old emperor, after the second defeat, he quickly changed his approach to the enemy. In this era of no news, people can be tempted to do what some people want with a casual word. There are so many people who can't see through the transparency of the contemporary information explosion, not to mention that it is the royal family that is demagogic under the fog of war.

In the basement of the Magic Association, the head of the Knights, who had already received half of the Emperor's seal, took out his other half of the seal and sent instructions to the other troops in the plain outside Garcia with the assistance of the Dean. At the same time, the Magic Association also prepared for the worst, and the scale wyverns who were still in the experimental period invested in the transfer of scholars and materials, and escaped from the city that was about to fall into madness.

An inevitable riot has finally befallen Garcia, the jewel of the Elta Empire.