Prince Alcott's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, and his mouth was wide enough to swallow a duck egg. He didn't know that Francis had already taken the Knights Cathar to eliminate Arnold, and he only thought that Arnold had easily eliminated Archmage Ian Profmo, and then came directly to the palace.

Seeing his son's speechless appearance, Harold III suddenly became angry, picked up the tin staff in his hand and threw it at Prince Alcott.

"If you have something, hurry up!"

Being scolded by his father like this, Alcott's face actually improved a lot, and he quickly lowered his head, hiding his expression, while thinking quickly in his mind.

Harold III sighed helplessly.

"It's really funny, look at my son, he's so old, but he's always confused all day long, if he has half as calm and smart as you, I don't have to worry about him so much anymore. ”

Arnold kept smiling, but his heart was weighing the Emperor's words. Indeed, it is almost universally known that his eldest son was very unsuccessful, but his second son, Iscario, is equally well known for his talent. Obviously has a son who is proud enough to have a chance to revive the royal family and the empire in the future, but Harold III has no intention of mentioning it at all, his attitude towards the second son is far less concerned than that of the eldest son, and even Arnold, an outsider, has a much higher status in the emperor's heart than Iscario, who has long been recognized by everyone.

Perhaps the Emperor was a little polite when he said this, but this information was so interesting that Arnold couldn't help but have fun with it.

"Father......" Alcott looked up cautiously, calling Harold III and glancing at Arnold, "this, let Farage's assistant explain it to you." ”

Harold III sighed again.

"You are the acting ruler, and the affairs of this empire, big and small, are now decided by you. If you have to assist the officials to do everything for you, how can you be in charge of the government?"

Alcott blinked, tears of grievance in his eyes, when he was acting in power, where did he decide any major policies, just signed and stamped one document after another according to Farage's arrangement all day long.

Despite his interest in the show, Arnold knew that it was not the time to continue watching the show, and he wanted to see the wonderful expression of the show.

"Your Majesty. Arnold half-bent down and said to Harold III quite humbly, "His Royal Highness the prince also has his difficulties, and he still needs the help of Farage's assistant in political affairs." Moreover, since this is such an important matter, it would be clearer to let Farage's assistant explain it. ”

"You have a point. Harold III nodded, then glanced sideways at Prince Alcourt, "I don't want to hear your report like this next time." ”

Prince Alcott's chick nodded like a peck.

The Emperor's attendants summoned Farage in, and compared to the panicked Alcott, Farage walked in without arrogance or impatience, but with more grace than the First Prince.

But most of this demeanor dissipated when he saw Arnold.

No different from Prince Alcott, Farage was also taken aback when he saw Arnold, and his round eyes were full of disbelief. However, after all, Farage was much calmer than Prince Alcott, and his rich experience and experience made him calm down quickly.

He bowed to Harold III first, but the Emperor was not interested in his small assistant.

"Okay, you can say anything quickly, I don't want to waste any more time. ”

Farage straightened up and looked around, there were not many people in the emperor's bedchamber, only a few attendants standing in the four corners of the palace at any time.

"Your Majesty, allow me to report to you that Arnold Svan Feglaf, Duke of Cold Mountain, has rebelled. ”

Farage's expression did not change in the slightest and he said this, even though Arnold was in front of him, he did not look at Arnold.

Arnold continued to smile as if Farage's name for the rebel was not his.

But Harold III couldn't keep this composure, and he didn't have to be surprised to the extent that Prince Alcott and Farage saw Arnold just now, and after glaring at Farage for a while, he came back to his senses and looked at Arnold.

"Farage, I want you to give evidence that what you just said is not slander. ”

The Emperor's tone was stern, but his eyes didn't look at Ratche.

"To frame a duke of the Empire, you should know what kind of crime this is. This Figlaf has been sitting next to me for more than an hour, and you say that he is rebelling, what evidence do you have?"

"Please consult Archmage Ian Profmo later, and he will prove what I say. Duke Arnold not only intended to rebel, but also had an affair with the evil Netherworld, and when he was arrested, he used demonic power to kill many loyal Praetorian Guards. ”

"Wait!" the Emperor snapped out Farage, "you said that Fegraf killed many Janissaries during his arrest, what is that? I don't remember when the Praetorian Guards were sent to capture him!"

Farage was not overwhelmed by the emperor's momentum, he stood straight in place, and replied without humility or arrogance: "Your Majesty, you have previously appointed His Royal Highness Iscario as the acting consul and has full authority to act in charge of the affairs of the imperial capital, and His Royal Highness Iscario also appointed His Royal Highness Alcott to take over this position after going to the front, which you have agreed with. When a member of the Imperial Family assumes the position of acting consul, he has the power to mobilize the Praetorian Guard, so we used this power when formulating the arrest plan, and we did not notify you in consideration of your physical condition, so please forgive me. ”

After hearing Farage's words, Harold III's originally gray face turned red with anger, and he pointed at Farage, unable to speak for a while.

The corners of Alcott's mouth twitched, he didn't expect Farage to dare to confront the emperor so spinely. At this time, he only dared to keep his head down to avoid eye contact with his father.

"You say, 'you' made a plan, 'you' mobilized the Praetorian Guard?" Harold III, who had gasped, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to hold back the anger in his heart, so that the emperor's anger would not erupt now, "Then I ask you, who are 'you'?"

Farage didn't answer, just calmly stared at the Emperor.

In the current atmosphere, his calmness is even more rebellious. And this arrogance directly angered Harold III.

"It's Iscario!"

With a "bang", Harold III overturned the desk next to him and roared like thunder.

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead! You, you're already thinking about who will succeed you, aren't you?"

Arnold leaned sideways to avoid it, and although he felt that Harold III should have just said it casually out of anger, Arnold still felt that the emperor's "you" seemed to implicitly include him.

"Bastard, I'll make Iscario the acting consul, you, you dog-like things can't wait to pounce on him and lick his feet, wish I had died early to make room for him, right? Bastard! Don't look at yourself, what qualifications do you have to stay in your current position, what kind of thing are you Farage, a commoner-born adjutantate, and dare to think of what to do from the dragon!"

Harold III glanced at it, picked up the tin staff he had just thrown on the ground, and whipped it at Farage's body.

The blow was so heavy that Alcott could clearly hear the sound of the tin staff clashing violently against the flesh and even the bones, and he could see Farage's stinky face distorted by pain. But even though the beating hurt, Farage stood there, not saying a word, not moving.

This also consumed most of Harold III's strength, he was already a sick and resentful old man, after adding all his anger to vent in this volley, his whole body strength was completely discharged, his face became dry again, and he stumbled back several steps, if Arnold hadn't stepped forward to support him in time, the noble emperor would probably have fallen to the ground ugly.

"Come...... Harold III commanded his attendant weakly, "take this...... I'm going to lock up this dog-like thing, I'm going to let Iscario explain it to me, I'm going to see what else he can explain in front of this thing. ”

The Emperor's attendants immediately took the order and escorted Farage, who was pouting and gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

With Arnold's support, Harold III sat back on the couch, but now his breathing was weak and he could only lean back on the couch.

"Alcott. ”

The Emperor beckoned weakly to his eldest son, and Alcott hesitated for a moment, then walked over with his head bowed.

"Do you have ...... Did you agree to this plan from Farage?"

Alcott shook his head quickly, eager to get rid of his connection to the matter at once.

Harold III's breath was very unsteady, and he struggled to breathe for a while before he had the strength to continue: "Well, you don't know anything about his plan, the plan to arrest Figlaf, right?"

This time Alcot nodded hurriedly.

"That's good. Harold III stretched out his finger and tapped Alcott's forehead, but because he was too weak at this moment, his finger didn't have much force to knock it, "Iscalio stayed, don't use it any longer." You don't understand military affairs, so you have to learn to handle government affairs by yourself, and you can't always think about relying on others, you know? You are going to inherit this empire in the future, if you are always like this, and you only want others to help you handle government affairs, how can I rest assured that I will hand over the throne to you?"

"In that case, don't give me the throne......"

Alcott muttered something in a low voice, and although his voice was low enough for Harold III to hear, the Emperor, who was familiar with his son's personality, immediately guessed what Alcott was muttering.

"You unsuccessful fellow!"

The Emperor's hand slapped on Alcott's head, and although Harold III had used all his strength, he could not even clench his fists now, let alone hurt Alcott.

But Alcott didn't dare to hide, and honestly took this beat.

"Who do you count on to replace you? Who can I count on? You don't want to think about what will happen to you if your two younger brothers become emperors?"

"I'll ...... How's that?" Alcott looked at his father blankly, as if he really hadn't thought about it.

Harold III sighed helplessly and turned his head to look at Arnold.

"My stupid son...... Fegraf, I am not fit now, can I entrust him to you?"

The Emperor's words were quite surprising, but Arnold was not at all surprised.

"Your Majesty, I am not qualified for this. ”

"Alas-" Harold III sighed again, with only a sad brow on his withered face, "Figlaf, to be honest, now that the empire is like this, I don't believe anyone would have the leisure to engage in infighting, so I absolutely believe in you." Iscario they have their own minds, so I don't look down on them, and you see, look at my son, Alcott, although he is a little stupid, but he has a much better heart than his two younger brothers, so I hope you can help him, and help me, through this difficult time, can you?"

Arnold was silent for a moment.

"Of course, it's my duty to do it. ”

He knelt down on one knee, but inside he was sneering.