Zhao Xin finally found Jiawen IV in the training hall.

Before he could enter, the sound of the blade striking echoed loudly in his ears.

After rounding the pillars, he finally saw the prince swinging at the wooden dummy with his heavy iron sword for training. He was sweating profusely, panting, his expression was painful, and his moves were wild.

These heavy iron swords have no blades, they are deliberately weighted, and each swing requires all their strength. Although it is a training sword, it is enough to break bones and gravel once it hits, but even so, it can only cause limited damage to high-quality dummies.

Zhao Xin stood still in the dark shadows, and the appearance of the young prince made him feel sad. He lost an old friend, but young Jiawen lost his father.

He knew that Gavin had not yet recovered from the grief of his father's death. The same grief led him to walk towards Gavin.

"Your Majesty, the meeting is about to begin." Zhao Xin bowed his head.

"Uncle?" Gavin stopped slashing and turned around, his eyes slightly bloodshot and red, filled with hatred.

"Your hand injury is not healed yet, and you need to train in moderation." Zhao Xin still kept his head down.

Zhao Xin couldn't help but tremble when he saw Jiawen's hand holding the sword, which was the result of overdrawing his muscles, and failing to maintain his full strength, which was not good for the conflict that might occur in the next meeting.

"I'm just keeping my hand in my hand so that I don't forget how to swing the knife when I'm going to kill."

The corners of Jiawen IV's mouth were tightly knit, as if he had seen an abominable father-killing enemy. He reminded himself not to forget this hatred, lest he would be tempted to kill his father's killer at the council.

"You already know it's not his hands......"

As soon as Zhao Xin spoke, he felt the air freeze. He looked up slightly, and Garvin was glaring at him, but didn't say anything in the end.

He turned abruptly, clattered, tossed his sword aside, and removed another weapon from the weapon rack.

Dragon Lance.

When Demacia was far away, the famous craftsman Oron built the gun. Oron, the original owner of the Holy Hammer.

The dragon lance is a sign of Demacia's prestige, no less powerful than the towering white walls on the borders of the kingdom or the crown on the king's head. It was forged to defeat a massive frost wurm, Vortex and her offspring, and to protect the early settlers of Demacia from it.

Since then, it has been a symbol of royal blood.

In fact, the secret technique of using this divine weapon in battle was lost as early as the time of the first king of Demacia. In the hands of those who have not been trained, the danger of suicide is no less than that of the enemy. Therefore, for hundreds of years, this spear was only used as a ritual weapon in ceremonies, as a token of the ruling family.

The prince dreamed of using this gun when he was young, so Zhao Xin practiced for many years after obtaining the king's approval, and taught the prince the techniques he had explored.

Exceptionally light in the hand and perfectly balanced, this gun is a remarkable weapon that represents the pinnacle of a craftsman's skill.

Garvin roared angrily, and suddenly exerted his strength, and the dragon gun rushed towards the dummy. The handle of the divine soldier nearly doubled, and the sharp edge tore through the air and headed straight for the dummy.

Poof.

The dummy, which had survived hundreds of swings of the heavy sword, was instantly shattered by the jagged blade and shattered!

Gavin withdrew his gun, and his anger poured out. He had grown taller than his uncle, and a pair of eyes glared at the groveling Zhao Xin.

"Flat." Gavin ordered.

"Yes!"

At the same time as Zhao Xin got up, the prince suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to him. He was stunned for a moment, but saw the reason hidden in the anger in the prince's eyes. His lips didn't move, but a slight sound came from his throat.

"I deceived you, and it proves that I acted in place. Remember, until the last minute, don't make a noise, they ...... Everywhere. ”

Zhao Xinli blinked, although he didn't know when the prince learned ventriloquism, he had already memorized this sentence firmly.

The moment to turn the tide was coming, and he could not afford to let up.

"Let's tidy it up, just now when I passed by the conference hall, I saw that there were already advisers in place." After the prince let go of his hand, Zhao Xin said.

Gavin nodded and took off his sweat-soaked shirt. Zhao Xin took the dragon spear and shirt, and turned around to bring a white linen robe with the coat of arms of the blue-winged sword.

"I can understand my father's feelings." Just when Zhao Xin put on his robe, Jiawen suddenly said something for no reason.

Zhao Xin's heart was shocked, he knew what Jiawen was referring to, the young prince had taken on too much early.

In this huge palace, the master and servant can trust each other, which is really a great sorrow.

"Let's go, uncle. I'm ready, follow me and take back all I deserve. Garvin said.

"Even if the council has not yet recognized it, in my heart, you are already His Majesty the King." Slowly, as if in response to Jiawen, Zhao Xin knelt on one knee.

"You'll be with me, uncle. You will assist me. Jiawen stretched out his hands and helped Zhao Xin up.

"It's an honor...... His Majesty the King. ”

……

Jiawen and Zhao Xin walked through the palace and walked towards the council chamber.

The palace was full of soldiers.

Demacia's elite unit, the Dreadnought Vanguard, led by Sword Captain Galen, has been sent to the palace to assist in the defense. They are scattered at every doorway, highly alert and disciplined.

Armed with the lessons learned, the council took Silas' trial very seriously. The defense of the dreadnought vanguard is to ensure the safety of the noble advisers and not give Silas any opportunity to take advantage of.

Jiawen's expression was resolute, and his kingly bearing was fully revealed.

Whether it's servants, nobles, or guards. Everywhere they passed, everyone fell to one knee and bowed their heads. They did not slow down and moved forward firmly.

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, they came to the door of the conference hall. There, Gavin IV saw Galen with a resolute face. He wore the thickest armor and had short, energetic hair, exactly as usual.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Tiana has been waiting for a long time." Galen put away his usual frolicking and bowed respectfully to Gavin.

"Hmm." Gavin nodded, looking at Galen with a complicated gaze.

Because Galen and Tiana share the same surname, even though he is a close friend of Gavin since childhood, Gavin did not inform him of today's plans. One is afraid that he will not be able to accept the escape, and the other is that he is afraid that he will leak secrets.

He only vaguely revealed it to Galen in private, but Galen, who knew very little, couldn't guess his intentions.

In Parliament, Gavin's biggest concern is not the opposition of his advisers, but the choice Galen will make in the end.

Is it loyalty to friendship or loyalty to family......