Atifan sat at the table, and on the other side of the table, was the Grand Duke of the Empire, Frans, who was also Atifan's guqin, Atifan clenched his fists tightly and stared at his father in front of him: "Father, I can't do this!" You can also see, although I am not that good, I am also doing well, there is nothing wrong with the empire now, and Mr. Doyle is also very good, it's just that you think too much. ”

Frans took a breath and shook his head, his beard shook with anger, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his bags were black, and he didn't know how long he hadn't slept in time: "Atifan, you can't trust that witch!" She's a demon! Your uncle was framed by this woman! Bag, he's never going to do that kind of thing! And now...... Doyle is also using you...... Take advantage of your youthful ignorance. ”

Touch!

Atifan's fists slammed on the table, and the two teas were so shocked that some tea spilled, he was full of anger, and he opened his mouth and almost came out, but in the end he tried his best to lower his voice, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Father, it's really that you think too much, the teacher is a very good person, she taught me how to govern this country, if there is no teacher, then I can't manage everything at all now, I ...... I owe everything I have now to her. ”

Sure enough, Ativan had been deluded.

He also once invited a friend he could invite, a very good court magician, but the other party did not see that Atifan had a spell, and Frans decided that Doyle had set up a very dangerous and hidden spell on Atifan, and Atifan was just a puppet of the other party at the moment.

In other words, the empire is already under Doyle's control.

And as a father, he could not save his son.

But...... He can also save the empire, and the price of saving the country is at the expense of his son.

Doyle had no control over his mind, as he had known since the last meeting, and Frans was sure of it, but he couldn't break Doyle's grip on his son.

If nothing is done, then the empire will be controlled by the witch, and if he wants to take the country from the witch, the only thing that Frans has to think of is to be the ruler of the empire himself, and his spirit will not be controlled.

If only he could inherit the throne in the first place.

Now, it is a great irony to take the throne from his son.

Taking a deep breath, Frans adjusted his mentality, he blinked, trying to think about how to persuade Attivan to abdicate, there must be a good way to convince him, but now that he was controlled by demagogy, ordinary reasons could not convince him.

"Atifan, do you think that you are better than me in governing the country...... Who's better? ”

Atifan looked at him silently, and Frans could only wait for the other party to answer, the two were in such a stalemate, Atifan was silent, but looked directly at himself, this feeling was very weird, he couldn't stand it.

At this moment, the other party and himself did not look like a father and son at all, and Frans was sure that at this moment, Ativan did not regard himself as a father.

The silence must be broken.

"Ati—"

"I confess, father, your ability to govern the country is far above mine, and your territory speaks for itself." Atifan interrupted him, and he paused in the middle of speaking, and suddenly his eyes became fierce: "But, father, I will never give you this crown on my head!" ”

"You! You!! ”

Frans pointed at Atifan, speechless, full of anger in his heart, he didn't expect Atifan to think of him like this, directly regarded himself as a usurper, although this is the case, but as a father being questioned by his son, the humiliation made him extremely angry.

After a brief gaffe, Frans slammed into the fold, and the whole table shook, and the chair behind him collapsed, and he propped himself on the table with his hands, roaring like an angry lion.

"Rebel! You think so much of your father! Do you think I'm coveting the crown over your head? After your uncle and my brother left, I was the one who was supposed to inherit the throne! to put you on the throne! You're going to doubt me! ”

Seeing Frans's furious appearance, Attivan was not surprised at all, he watched quietly, but there was a hint of imperceptible joy in his eyes, and he was even more sure that the information that Doyle had told him was correct.

He took a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it in front of Frans.

Frans looked down at the lines of text, his lips began to tremble, and the shock and anger in his eyes were intertwined, making it impossible for him to maintain the appearance of his majesty, and now he acted as if he had just been caught cheating on someone other than himself and his wife.

It is written very simply, presumably that he intends to usurp the throne, and even has a private soldier prepared for this.

Doyle was right, he did prepare some private soldiers, and these soldiers were hiding in the room behind him at the moment, and some were waiting outside the door, and he would have these private soldiers wait in those places every time they met.

But this was not to usurp the throne, but to control Atifan as a last resort, and Atifan was manipulated by Doyle, and if he really couldn't convince the other side, he would let his soldiers control the king, hide him, and replace him himself.

Here's the next step.

A last resort.

But he really didn't want to usurp the throne.

Frans has no power in his heart, he just wants to make the country better than peaceful.

If there is someone more suitable for the position of king than he is, then he will give it up, and if not, he will do it, even if the crown is really as painful as his brother said, he is willing to bear it.

Taking a deep breath, he asked again, "Attifan, would you rather believe in that devil than your own father?" ”

Hearing this, Atifan sneered, and suddenly roared angrily: "You don't need to say that!! ”

He glared, clasped the edge of the table with both hands, and slammed it open: "Compared to my biological father who has always wanted to usurp the throne of our king!" I prefer to trust teachers who think about me everywhere! It's been many times, every time! Every time I come here to talk to you, those damn soldiers are out in ambush! Father, what the hell are you waiting for! ”

"I've had enough, father, give up, I won't give up the throne to you, I will never let go!" Atifan said coldly, his tone extremely firm.

Frans looked at the strange son in front of him, and shook his head slowly, he knew that there was no choice, so he said, "Come in and subdue him." ”

The next second, heavily armed soldiers broke through the door and subdued the young and thin king in front of them, who could do it even without armor.

Atifan's face was expressionless, he was not afraid at all, he looked like he had already guessed.

Then, with the sound of glass breaking, several precise arrows shot through the window, through the gap in the armor around the neck of the helmet, and shot the soldiers who entered the door.

Atifan turned his head indifferently, glanced at it, and moved his gaze back to Frans' face: "So, what are you going to do now?" ”