It didn't take half a day for Mawson's bold words to spread throughout the royal capital.

Almost everyone thinks that Mawson is whimsical, and what makes everyone even more puzzling is that Mawson, who made this shocking statement, did nothing next.

Every day he went to his science estate as usual, and he was even seen hanging out in the market.

At this moment, everyone in the whole country thought he was really crazy.

Mahmoud took this opportunity to contact many nobles, came to the palace together, and once again raised the issue of heirs.

Faced with the siege of many nobles, the old king was overwhelmed, thinking of Mawson's absurd words and what he had done in recent days, the old king was completely disappointed.

In the end, he could only choose one of the other two sons and make him the heir.

10 days went by in a flash.

In the early morning of the 10th day, Mawson came to the palace again, accompanied by his attendants carrying four boxes.

"What's the matter, what is he doing here?" Many aristocrats were talking.

Mahmoud thought the dust had settled, and even reached out to stop Mawson.

"Your Royal Highness, His Majesty the King is dealing with the Minister for government affairs......"

Mawson didn't even look at Mahmoud, he was naturally clear about what Mahmoud was doing secretly, since he was destined to stand on the opposite side, there was no need to give the other party a good face.

"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness!"

Mahmoud shouted loudly, and the sound alarmed the king in the main hall.

Seeing Mawson appear, everyone was slightly stunned.

"Mawson ......"

The old king looked suspicious.

Mawson didn't say anything, and waved his hand.

Several attendants placed the box in their arms on the ground and opened it.

4 skulls with angry eyes in the box.

"It's ......"

The old king slammed to his feet.

The appearance of these four people, how could he not know it, it was the kings of the four countries marked by Mosen 10 days ago!

"You killed them!"

The old king sat down in his chair in despair, gasping for air.

The surrounding nobles were also in an uproar.

"What did you do?!"

Mahmoud jumped out.

"Do you think that by killing the kings of various countries, you will be able to occupy their countries?"

"The king is dead, but their heirs are still there, the nobles of the country are still there, and the army is still there!"

"What you have done will only provoke the wrath of the whole country, and now the four nations are united in their hatred if they attack the territory of Persia together......"

Everyone's faces became extremely ugly.

Mawson didn't say anything, just stood silently in place.

"The gods are above, what are we going to do?"

"Quick, gather the army before they react!"

"Or let's surrender."

"Hand over Prince Mowson, he did this, and handing him over may be able to calm the anger of the four countries!"

"You stupid thing!"

Mahmoud was furious.

The old king has already appointed one of them as his heir, and when the king is old in a few years, Mahmoud will be able to meddle in the affairs of the state.

At that time, although he was not a king, he had the same power as a king, which was a step to the sky.

But now the bright future has been ruined by Mawson, and the four countries are about to attack Persia, even if they barely win the war, can the Persian Empire at that time still be as strong as it is now?

And what if they lose?

Everything will be gone, and it may even be life-threatening.

How could Mahmoud not be angry?!

Anger overwhelmed him, and he even stepped forward to pull at Mawson's collar.

"Get out of here!"

Without seeing how Mawson moved, Mahmoud's burly body flew upside down.

Mawson's expression was indifferent, he glanced at 4 weeks, strange things, and no one in the audience dared to look at him.

"And that's just four of them."

"There are still a few cars outside the city."

Mawson said nonchalantly.

"If there is no accident, the people in the palaces of the four countries should have all died."

As soon as Mawson's words fell, the entire hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

"Dead ...... Dead?"

The old king's face was incredulous.

Mawson nodded.

"You can send someone directly to negotiate with the great nobles in their country, and if you wish, keep your territory and power and join the Persian Empire."

"If you don't want to, let him go to the palaces in their respective royal cities."

"I think he'll agree when he comes out of the palace."

Mawson said it calmly, but everyone knew that if what he said was true, then the royal palaces in these four countries would now be bleeding!

"Impossible!"

"It can't be!"

Mahmoud shouted.

"It's only been a few days, and no one has been able to kill all the people in the four palaces quietly."

Mawson didn't even look at Mahmoud, and he didn't have the slightest interest in such a lost dog.

In fact, if Mawson wanted to, he could have shown the future of the empire at the beginning, trying to be a qualified prince and play it for everyone to see.

However, he didn't want that.

It was a waste of time, and more importantly, Mawson felt that it was not moot.

It's just a throne, and it's not worth it for him to spend so much thought.

As it is now, it was simple and crude, and the results were immediate.

"As agreed, does the throne belong to me?"

The old king swallowed, and as he looked at his son, a trace of fear crept over him.

What if you refuse?

Banishing this terrible thought from his mind, the old king jerked to his feet, and in an instant he figured out the cause and effect, if what Mawson said was true......

"Someone!"

"Go and push me the heads of people outside the city!"

The crowd walked out of the palace, and it wasn't long before the heads of a dozen carts were piled up in the square in front of the palace.

The dense skulls are stacked together, and the scene is unforgettable.

"Hahaha!"

The old king laughed heartily.

"Sure enough, it's my son!"

"I'll be relieved to hand over the Persian Empire to you!"

"From today onwards, you are the heir of the Persian Empire, and in a month, the whole country will celebrate your enthronement celebration!"

As soon as the old king finished speaking, only sparse applause sounded around him, and Mawson's eyes swept away, and everyone immediately put on an enthusiastic look.

But among these people, Mahmoud did not include Mahmoud, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and while everyone was not paying attention, Mahmoud slipped out quietly.

A great future is in sight, and if he misses it, he will never come out, and it may not be long before he offends Mawson today......

"I can't sit still."

"I still have a chance, the guards of the royal city are all my people, as long as they surround here, then ......"

A hint of hideousness flashed in Mahmud's eyes, and at this moment he had no way out.

Of course, he didn't know about these Mawsons, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

He had not intended to meddle in the affairs of the Persian Empire too early, but not long ago, a traveling merchant brought him news from distant Sparta.