Late at night, in the study.

Havana put down the scroll in his hand, took a quill pen and wrote a comment, rolled it carefully, stamped it, put it on the other side, and then took another copy to be reviewed.

At this time, the change of light and shadow on the desk made him look up at the sky, the blue moon outside the skylight was already west, and he looked back at the wall clock on the wall, he was finally sure that another sleepless night had passed.

And what he wasn't sure about was that the last break was a few days ago!

As a new emperor, he has too many things for him to understand, too many things for him to worry about, the turmoil of the empire, the change of power, the loyalty of the legion, the convocation of professionals, and even more and more detailed things, all of which make him feel at ease.

Sleepless sleep had become the norm for him, but the scrolls on his desk had never diminished.

It was only at this time, until he really sat in this position, that he understood why his father had boiled his hair white with the strength of an extraordinary powerhouse, it was not a physical decline, but a consumption of mental strength, and a mental haggardness.

"Just, everything is going well!"

Smiling helplessly, Havana could only give himself a reason to be comforted, and with that thought, he suddenly leaned down and found a scroll in the drawer at the bottom of his desk.

The golden scroll is no different from an ordinary scroll, and when it is unfolded, it is written with a personal name and a brief introduction, which is the backup talent left to him by his father, and it is also because of this list that he can control the entire empire in the shortest possible time.

Of course, at this moment, Havana's gaze swept over the pillars of the nation, and settled directly on the last four words of the scroll, which were written by his father himself, and the ink was made of crimson blood, which looked abrupt and striking.

In spite of oneself!

There is no prefix, no explanation, no head and no brain, but it deeply touches the nerves of Havana.

And that night, in the last words of His Majesty Lawrence, Havana knew many things, learned many things, and understood many truths, but the biggest question was still in his heart?

Why?

Why, as the ruler of the empire, would he turn a blind eye to the changes in the situation on the continent and the crisis of the empire?

Is it simply because he is old and has lost the courage he once had, or is it because he is afraid of touching the interests of the great nobles and causing the empire to be unstable, so he does not act?

If it was Havana, he might have believed it, but the longer he sat in this position, the more he could feel his father's aftermath, and the more this excuse seemed to be telling a very bad joke.

Throughout the life of His Majesty Lawrence, from the time he ascended to the throne, he showed an extremely tough character, he relied on the nobles to govern the empire, but never indulged them, he once lost his territory, cut off the heads of eighteen nobles, and eliminated their titles.

Then, he raised the empire's million-strong army and fought fiercely for a year, even if he knocked any territory into ruins, he still regained the land.

During his reign, the council of nobles to limit his rights was a decoration, and he even increased the amount of worship given by the nobles to the royal family by 10%, but did not allow the nobles to increase taxes.

Such a powerful person, even if he is old, is like a dormant tiger, and he may choose someone to devour at any time.

Looking at the last plan in his life, he used his death to complete the education of his successor, cleaned up a few sons who were not very peaceful, cleared the obstacles to ascending the throne, and brought a pot of the only remaining nobles of the empire.

How can such courage, such determination, and such foresight be covered up with the phrase 'I am old, so I am weak'?

But such a character left the words 'involuntarily' in this suicide note!

And as a ruler with a firm grip on a vast empire, who can keep him from helping himself?

Hehe, this is another not funny joke!

Uh, wait, it seems like there's a ......

"We are the shepherds of the Emperor, and we are only the shepherds of the Emperor. ”

A word flashed through Havana's mind, and a certain thought rose from the bottom of his heart, but in the next second, he rejected his own idea, which he thought was ridiculous, but he could not prevent his mind from thinking along this angle.

If his father, Saint Lance VI, had already seen the changes in the situation on the continent and the way out for the empire, and he wanted to make a move, but in the end he couldn't help but watch from the sidelines, there was only one reason...... There was a higher level of being who gave the order.

Standing behind the Saint-Lance Empire are the three legendary powerhouses led by His Majesty the great Core-Saint-Lance, and who in the entire continent can coerce the three Majestys to make such an unwise choice?

No, it doesn't have to be coercion? Or maybe that's their decision.

But the question arises again?

Why did the three legendary majesties abandon this vast empire?

You must know that the resources collected and contributed by the empire every year are almost massive, and without these resources and wealth, the three Majesties would never be able to practice as comfortably as they do now.

But, but what if someone comes up with a greater good?

A greater power, some kind of treasure that cannot be parted, or are they not optimistic that Atlantis will survive this catastrophe?

After all, for such an existence, even if the entire plane is annihilated, they will pay a terrible price, but it does not mean death.

Havana was taken aback by their own thoughts, as their generation, they grew up listening to the stories of their ancestors, from an unknown pawn to the creation of an empire, Curell the Great can no longer be described as a great man in the hearts of his descendants.

That is the perfect deity descended!

But now, when he tried his best to measure his ancestors, he instinctively resented it in his heart, and even thought that he was crazy, but this was like a cancer spreading in his heart, and the more he wanted to expel it, the more it took root in the depths.

If, if so, why did they change their position at the end?

That old ancestor directly crossed over my father, contacted me, and wished me the position of emperor, I am a staunch rebel?

By the way, there is an explanation, in fact, this truth is more obvious.

When a crane is independent of the flock, it is so conspicuous, when the entire continent of Atlanta is on the path of resistance, if the Holy Lance Empire does not move, it is almost saying 'I have a problem'.

Even, looking further, compared to the invaders of the outer plane, the internal 'traitors' are even more hated, if the empire does not take action again, before the all-out resistance, the three legendary majesties must be the blame of other legends, and even the object of siege.

Everything is only speculation, and everything cannot be verified, but Havana has a sudden sense of realization, looking at what St. Lance VI did in the end, to use his own death to warn him to be ruthless, to emphasize that we are only shepherds of the Emperor, and that we do not even want to enter the cemetery of our ancestors when we die in the end.

Which one doesn't contain a strong sense of resentment and unwillingness?!

Which one is not a reminder?

Reaching out, his slender fingers swiped through the air, caressing the four blood words on the scroll, over and over again, Havana looked down, his gaze hiding in the shadows, no one could see his expression clearly.

The last time, his fingers pressed against the table because of the force, and the handwriting was brushed away as he wiped it.

Some things shouldn't fall on paper, some things should be kept in mind.

In the eastern sky, the sun showed a hint of redness, and a new day began, and Havana looked up again, facing the light, and a fire seemed to ignite in his eyes.