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A call brought Nebot back to his senses. The prime minister, who has always been mentally focused, rarely lost his mind, and the chief chamberlain next to him had an indescribable smile on his face, and Nebot saw that a handsome young man was bowing slightly to him in the sunlight flowing in the corridor. Nebot's tightly knit eyebrows stretched slightly: "Your Highness Julian, morning." ”

"You're early, too, teacher." Julian the Targario the Great's second son, had a sunny and handsome appearance, and his reddish-brown hair inherited from his mother, like the color of the red leaves reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun. The prince, who had always been mild-mannered, today wore his silver cloak over his shoulders with golden leaves, and inside was a silver-white armor and a light blue tunic. All this makes the prince look sunny and chic, he is like an elegant poplar, but unfortunately the emperor's evaluation of him is more than beautiful and not bloody.

The empire is still martial, and this eight-character evaluation undoubtedly forced Julian to fall behind from the battle for the crown prince. The important ministers of the court all speculated that the emperor meant that the empire needed an emperor who could recruit martial arts, not a modest and courteous benevolent monarch. In this way, Haosen, who has a background in the army, is naturally more respected.

Rarely, Julian was not discouraged. His resilience has always been praised by Nebot. The prime minister also said to the emperor that an emperor with great martial arts is naturally good, and he can maintain the empire for a hundred years, and he needs the courage to face the wind and rain without giving up. In this regard, the emperor neither denied nor agreed, but only smiled.

The chief chamberlain walked to the side with a knowing interest, and Nebotra passed over Julian and asked softly, "Have you seen Your Majesty?" ”

Julian shook his head and smiled: "My father didn't meet me on the grounds of the military parade. ”

Nebot let out an "oh" and said, "Do you need me to say anything for you?" ”

"I just ask my father to give Viscount Allen a slightly level playing field." Julian sighed: "I think the teacher has already heard about what happened to Motheor, and the Bloody Count was able to almost succeed, and if it were not approved by General Arkham, I would not believe it." If my father doesn't say anything about this, then I can imagine how many dirty tricks they have to come up with. The Emperor of the Empire once said that Sir can die on the battlefield, but he cannot be damaged by conspiracy, which is the foundation of the country. I just want to ask my father, is the emperor's training still counted? ”

Nebot smiled, don't look at Julian has always been modest, but he is Targario blood after all. Such courage to hold his father accountable may not even be possessed by the eldest prince Hausen. The prime minister patted the student's hand and said, "I know, I will have a chance, and I will make a proposal to His Majesty." ”

At this time, the chief chamberlain coughed lightly, Julian smiled and retreated, and Nabo nodded and left.

At the shooting range, 100 gunners lined up in three columns and took turns shooting at the target under the officer's repeated orders to "raise the gun" and "shoot". The sound of muskets came and went in the empty school grounds, and the smell of gunpowder wafted through the air. Targario's black hair shone faintly in the sunlight, and the Emperor sat on an iron pedestal made especially for him, his fiery red velvet cloak hanging from his chair and draped over the floor. In front of him, a large black iron table was filled with food, and Targario was tearing off a turkey leg and placing it in a basin, then picking grapes and strawberries and putting them on a plate as he watched the soldiers shoot.

The chief chamberlain walked up to him and bowed his head and whispered, and the emperor nodded. A moment later, Nebot stood to the right of the Emperor, and the Silver Frost Iron Guard brought a chair, and the Prime Minister was not polite, and slammed his butt into the cold chair. Targario glanced at him, grabbed the chicken leg and took a bite, "My good prime minister, you don't look very good." ”

"Because last night was full of nightmares, Your Majesty."

Targario pushed a plate of fried steak in front of the Prime Minister's eyes, and naturally someone brought a napkin, knives and forks. Nebert was not as heroic as the Emperor, he meticulously folded the napkin and stuffed it into the collar before tearing the steak with a knife and bringing the steaming beef to his mouth. Targario then took a sip of a glass of liquor next to him, and said, "Tell me what you dreamed about." ”

"Don't say it, Your Majesty won't like to hear about these things anyway." Nebot said with a blank face.

Targario scolded and said loudly: "If I let you say it, you can say it, what do you do with so much nonsense." You guy likes to hang my appetite, if you don't say anything, you don't have to say anything, get out of here. ”

Nebot had long been accustomed to the Emperor's foul language. He plucked another grape for himself and threw it in his mouth before he said, "I woke up before dawn and looked out of the sky, and the sky to the north was scarlet and bloody. Your Majesty, this does not bode well. ”

Targario scoffed: "You also believe in the theory of celestial phenomena? I thought that only farmers could look at the sky, but it turns out that our Prime Minister is also good at this. ”

He didn't hear the emperor's cynicism, and said indifferently: "Since the celestial phenomenon theory exists, it has its own reason, so why bother to deny it." ”

"I don't believe it anyway." Targario frowned and looked at the sky: "Let me believe in celestial phenomena, I would rather believe in my own sword." ”

"Marquis Sheila is missing." Nebbert changed the subject coldly.

Targario narrowed his eyes: "If there's a fart, let it go." ”

"Your Majesty should also know that Sheila is my dear friend. More than half a month ago, he secretly sent a letter. The letter said that he had received a mysterious invitation that could uncover a huge conspiracy. But he was vague. I rushed to see him overnight, but I was empty. For the next three days, there was no news of him. Then, ten days ago, Sheila's son came to me and said that Sheila had not come back since she left that day. ”

"He's gone, along with the guards he brought with him." Nebbert's gaze shifted to the plate, and he gently sawed a piece of beef with his knife, "Sheila's last stop is the Forest of Raging Horns, which borders the Dragonstone Ice Field......"

After speaking, the prime minister gently lifted the plate, and sure enough, the next moment the table shook violently, and the food, vegetables and fruits on it jumped into the air and rolled to the ground. Only when the shaking of the table had ceased did Nebot put down his plate and continued to eat his beef slowly. Targario next to him opened his eyes and roared, "Nebot, what do you mean by that!" ”

The chief chamberlain turned his face away, and the nearby Silver Frost Iron Guard only heard nothing. However, they sincerely admired Nebot in their hearts, and only the Prime Minister dared to provoke the Emperor as if he was nothing, and someone else would have been frightened by the Emperor's anger.

Targario gasped and lowered his voice, but it was still like rolling thunder: "You know whose territory the Dragonstone Ice Plain is, and you dare to say that, meaning that the disappearance of the old man Sheila is related to him?" ”

"I didn't say that, Your Majesty. I'm just saying that Sheila is missing, and I don't mean anything else the whole time. ”

The emperor didn't get angry but laughed: "Shit, I don't know what you're thinking." Well, well, anyway, Sheila is a marquis, and he can't disappear so inexplicably. I'll have someone look into it, are you satisfied, my good lord? ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me an account of Sheila's family."

"Hmph, what's the matter?" Targario directly caught a roast chicken and munched on it angrily.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to remind you. The Principality of Shadows is starting to gather forces in the north and south, and I don't think it will be long before a war is going to be fought. At this time, did Your Majesty put that one in advance? ”

"You say cutting the army?" Targario rolled his eyes and said, "Why put it, in my opinion, it should be stepped up." You also know that the big war is coming, and once the war on the two fronts of the north and south starts, I need the emperor's ** team to react quickly, so those lords should hand over their armies and let the empire command them in a unified manner. ”

"Then they will come to Oliscar, and your majesty will wake up every day and hear them crying."

"They dare!" Targario waved his hand: "I have my own idea about this matter, you don't need to say it anymore." I saw you bump into Julian just now. ”

Nebot hummed.

Targario called the chief chamberlain and said, "You will send me a message and ask the interior secretary to prepare a new earl's uniform." When the Viscount Allen arrives in Ollista, he will be sent over. In the meantime, I will personally honour the knight. ”

The chief attendant's eyes were slightly surprised, what a glory this is. Targario turned back and said to Nebot, "You tell Julian that I know what he wants to say. The emperor has not forgotten the old man's teaching, and he doesn't need a hairy boy to come to teach me a lesson early in the morning. As soon as his little tail cocked, I knew he was going to poop or eat, so I sent him back and didn't waste my time. ”

Nebot smiled, "Personally honour that knight, this Viscount Allen...... No, Earl Allen is such a big face. ”

Targario laughed: "Whoever can survive Huo Yi's two shots and slaughter a powerful earl will have this face." Besides, Julian's kid seems to be quite angry lately, I'll push him by the way, so that he doesn't think I'm a father's partiality. ”

"You're not just."

"Don't fart, Prime Minister, you're still far from being able to fart."

Nebot smiled and said nothing, Julian was worried that the southern knight would be killed like this, so he desperately tried to interfere with the Great's thunderous wrath to give him a relatively fair environment. Unexpectedly, Targario said on the spot that he would be honored, as long as today's words get out, those who want to move Sir Alan can only put their minds on it. After all, the Emperor's eyes have fallen on that sir, and if that sir can't reach the imperial capital, then the emperor's anger will not be so easy to bear.

But there are pros and cons to everything, and the more the jazz is concerned by the emperor, the greater the danger will be after arriving in the imperial capital. Because of Targario's words, the battle of the knight is no longer in the journey north, but in Oliscoga.

ps: The monthly pass number is a bit embarrassing \(^o^)/~

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