Night has fallen.

The old earl lay on the bed, asleep deeply, and a happy and contented smile curled into his mouth. He enjoyed the dream and warmth of this moment, because he had a dream, a beautiful dream.

In his dream, he found that he was back in his 40th year, when he was almost invincible. Still in the prime of life, he rode a nightmare under his crotch, his head held high, and he was clad in a heavy and splendid earl's armament, and he held aloft the Savoy banner gun, the banner of which fluttered fiercely in the wind, and behind him were his loyal men.

It was at the age of 40, on his birthday, that he arrived in the city of Turin with 10,000 brave soldiers! And the general who defended the city was the largest veteran nobleman in the Savoy region, the Count of Dis.

Count Diss is the last count of the old Count of Savoy, and the last patriarch of the Dess family, and the only opponent of the old count! In the face of the rotten situation of family division, internal and external troubles, he single-handedly supported this already decaying country to stand, and he can be called a generation of heroes.

However, the last monarch is always sad, he wants to keep his family very much, he wants to eliminate this gang of "mountain bandits" more than anyone else, but everyone in the family has selfish desires, in order to preserve their strength, they do not listen to his command. He could only watch as his brothers, sisters, relatives and friends were killed by one plot after another, and city after city was taken until the thieves gathered all their strength and marched under the city.

The old earl remembered how desperate the Count of Diss was when he stood on the city wall, watching the soldiers shouting under his city gates, and watching the ladders climb the city wall one after another.

And what a beautiful scenery I was at that time.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly crossed the sky, splitting the boundless sky in half, accompanied by a thunderous sound, and woke up from the dream.

He opened his eyes.

He was once accompanied by a spear, a nightmare, and an army.

Now he is accompanied by a bed, a decoction, and a servant.

He was no longer the omnipotent Count Titus, but a bad old man who was dying of old age.

And the only thing that made him feel good was that the Countess sat beside him, looking at him with gentle eyes.

"How long did I sleep?"

The Countess replied lightly, "You have slept since last night. ”

The old earl couldn't help but shake his head, then covered his forehead and groaned in pain: "Why, my head suddenly hurts so much?!" ”

The Countess raised her hand, and the maid who was waiting at the door came over with a cup of potion.

The Countess took the decoction from the maid's hand, and then under the Count's gaze, shook the black powder from her nails into the decoction, and finally, she handed the decoction to the old earl's mouth, and with a cruel smile, said coldly: "My husband, the headache is because you are sick, drink this cup of decoction, and your illness will slowly get better." ”

The count's expression was first shocked, then angry. He snapped and asked, "You just... In the decoction... What's in it? ”

The countess's expression grew cold. She said lightly: "These are powders made from dry bone flowers, black-hearted grass, and septic vines. ”

Taken in small amounts, these three materials flow through the blood circulation to all parts of the body, causing minor but irreversible damage to the body that is extremely difficult to detect.

The Count looked at his beloved lady with anger in his eyes beating like flames. Although he had several lovers, which was a normal thing for nobles, he always regarded this woman as his only wife.

But now, she's... She turned out to... Hand feed yourself... Chronic poisons?

"Why? Why?! The Count roared in anger and despair with all his might, like a dying old lion.

"Why? Hehe. The Countess replied with a sneer, "For our son, of course." ”

"Our son? Who? ”

"Hehe, we only have one son, and that's Matthew! Caesar? He's the illegitimate son of you and your lover! And now, you want to make him the prince? ”

The Countess became hysterical, and her long hair shook wildly as her body trembled. She exclaimed, "That's our son!" But you have been helping your bastard to restrain our son! Why? Why?! Are you in love with that and therefore want her to become an earl?! I will never say yes! Never say yes! ”

The old earl looked at his wife, who had lost his mind, and lost the desire to explain. He knew that a woman who had lost her mind could not hear anything in her ears.

The Countess burst out laughing suddenly, and she opened the old Count's mouth and forcibly poured the poisoned decoction into his mouth!

After doing all this, looking at the old earl with infinite loss and sadness in her eyes, she smiled and shed tears, and left.

Immediately afterward, Matthew opened the doors of the Earl's Court. With a short sword in hand, he led four of his men into the old earl's bedroom.

The old earl looked at his son, who had broken down without knocking, and had a sad expression. He asked, "My son, do you know that your mother is in the medicine I drink every day?" ”

Matthew nodded.

"Did you instigate this?"

Matthew was silent for a moment, then nodded again.

The old earl looked at his son wordlessly, and for so long he asked in despair:

"Why?"

Matthew closed his eyes and replied with some pain, "I don't want to either, but..."

"But..."

He brushed his hair away, revealing handfuls of silver strands and fine wrinkles on his forehead!

"In this world, how can there be a fifty-year-old prince?!"

Matthew's yelling made the old earl enlightened, and he finally understood why his son dared to be ruthless and murder his biological father.

It's power! Power!

For the sake of power, he can murder his own brother! For the sake of power, he can murder his own sister! For the sake of power, he can marry a woman like Maria! For the sake of power, he even did not hesitate to kill his father!

The old earl smiled bitterly: "I understand. ”

Matthew closed his eyes, calmed down his agitated anger, and said lightly: "Father, I hope you can retract your destiny and re-appoint me as the prince of Savoy. ”

The old earl looked at his son with a sneer, and said in despair: "Son, oh no, Matthew... Kill me. ”

"Father, I will give you a happy one, as long as you agree, re-establish me as the prince."

The old count shook his head firmly.

Matthew looked at his stubborn father and sighed. He turned around, ordered his four subordinates, and said lightly, "Use all the methods you can think of to make him change his mind." ”

"All the ways?"

"All methods, as long as they can make him change his mind."

The subordinates' expressions became excited, and one of them even took out a cloth bag.

He opened the bag, and Matthew saw that the bag was full of ants.