The city of Saint-Reims, the Royal Palace, the magnificent basilica.

The exquisite murals hide strange magical patterns, and when necessary, the elemental power will flow along the magic patterns, emitting a little light, so that even at night, the entire hall is as bright as day.

In the main hall, Havana was wearing heavy shackles, half-kneeling on the ground, he tried to lift the shackles, tried to tilt his head hard, and tried hard to pursue the ...... on the towering throne Father.

He wanted to stay stable, but his body was trembling unconsciously, and he wanted to make his tone as steady as possible, but for some reason there was a deep sense of disappointment.

He said, "Father, do you really think I'm doing something wrong?"

The hall was very quiet, all the guards were cleared out at the first time, everything today is a state affair, but also a family affair, so there is no need for them to exist, only the three royal palaces are left to stand quietly aside, and the mighty old man on the high throne.

It was really an old man, with silver hair and a wrinkled face that he was very old, but he was no less formidable, with a large frame and a broad body, and his rich, tight satin clothes could outline the perfect inverted triangle shape.

This one is Lawrence-Saint-Lance, the current emperor of the Saint-Lance Empire, Saint-Lance VI. That is, this old man has been in charge of a vast empire for more than forty years.

Ignoring Havana's words, or even looking at him, the old man sat upright on his throne, his body straight, his head with the crown raised slightly, his eyes slightly narrowed and looking up at the dome of the great hall.

There are paintings carved there.

There is a record of the vast and boundless war between intelligent life and the Warcraft clan.

There is a majestic figure, wielding a spear in his hand, and fighting to the death with the hideous legendary monster.

This is the history of the Saint-Lance Empire before the founding of the country, this is the racial war more than 300 years ago, and it seems to be engraved here so that everyone will not forget that difficult time.

However, at this time, although His Majesty Lawrence was also looking up at the dome, the focus of his eyes did not fall on the mural, his eyes were extremely complicated, there were long reminiscences, deep remorse, endless sorrow, a touch of unwillingness, and a trace of ...... Firmness.

No one could see his expression at this time, and no one could understand the complexity of his mood, he seemed to remember a lot, recalled a lot, until finally, a smile was drawn up at the corner of his mouth, and that trace of firmness had expanded into the depths of his eyes.

Finally, he lowered his head, his face was majestic, and his eyes looked at Havana indifferently: "When you grow up, people will have their own opinions when they grow up."

You think that the Empire of St. Lance is composed of countless civilians, and if you want to rule better, you must protect the interests of the civilians, so you must resolutely fight back against the invaders. I think that the foundation of the empire's rule is the great aristocracy, and I can only make the empire more stable by safeguarding the interests of the great nobles. ”

"Are you wrong? You think you're right. Am I wrong? I feel like I did what I had to do. ”

"There is no right or wrong, only success or failure, the winner enjoys everything, the loser bears the consequences, that's all. ”

"However, right and wrong are based on the existence of the empire, and if the empire is gone, all this is gone. "Havana is in a hurry to discern what:

This time, before His Majesty Lawrence could speak, the eldest prince had already jumped out: "Empire, do you really think that you are saving the empire? ”

"Don't keep saying it's for the Empire, you're just stirring up chaos in the Empire for your own selfish desires. "This is the five princes echoing:

Havana ignored them, still trying to lift the shackles, and looked at his father with his head held high, as if waiting for his answer, but in the end he waited for disappointment.

His Majesty Lawrence didn't look at him, as if disgusted, he turned his head to look at his three sons, who were still 'successful', and asked, "What do you think I should do with your brother?"

This question is not easy to answer, and none of the three of them want to squeak.

But when His Majesty Lawrence set his sights on the Grand Prince, he also had to stand up, still replying domineeringly: "I think that the turmoil in the empire now comes from the transfer with Havana, and it is better to hand him over to the noble council for trial." ”

Who doesn't know that the noble council is the private domain of the great prince, and who doesn't know that those great nobles are extremely slow to Havana, which is the rhythm of Havana's execution.

His Majesty Lawrence didn't say anything, but set his eyes on the five princes, and the five princes at this time couldn't care about laughing, he secretly glanced at his father's expression, and after thinking slightly, he said: "After all, handing over Havana will damage the majesty of the royal family, and besides, in this kind of fierce and dangerous moment, it is not worth losing a transcendent crown for no reason."

I think I can send him to death row and let him shed his last drop of blood on the battlefield. Of course, in order to prevent him from escaping, some necessary means of control are necessary. ”

What are the necessary means?

Naturally, it was used on slaves, such as poisons that had to be taken regularly to relieve pain, and sorcerers made collars that could be worn over the skull for restriction.

His Majesty Lawrence still did not answer, and looked at the Eighth Prince again.

The Eighth Prince replied simply: "Abolish cultivation and be a carefree prince." ”

Havana seemed to lose all his strength when he didn't get an answer from his father, and the heavy shackles slammed to the ground, and he lowered his head with a crisp crash.

Listening silently, he listened to the three brothers discussing how to deal with him, even though he knew that being born in this kind of family was not a family affection, but an invisible sadness still rose in his heart.

"Hehe, this is my good brother!"

Havana spoke, and he raised his head again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his smile was bright, but there was not the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes.

He stood up, under the heavy shackles, but he stood up naturally, as if the previous heaviness was all pretended.

At this time, both His Majesty Lawrence and the three princes frowned.

"What are you?" The fifth prince looked puzzled: "It is impossible for the wind god to be ineffective, I have asked people to check it before, and there is also the poison of 'love', which was personally ordered by your housekeeper." ”

"I knew a long time ago that there was something wrong with my butler, but I didn't move, because even if the head replaced him, there would be another, and it was better to let him continue to be the butler. Havana smiled and explained, "As for the Anemo Binding Bondage, it has not failed, but you have forgotten that it can only suppress the power of a dragon, and my strength is more than the power of a dragon. ”

"Come out, my companion, Burning Dragon, Bertram!"

This last sentence is no longer a lingua franca, but a strange undulating language like a snake hissing and a dragon's groan.

This is the language of dragons!

So, on the body under the gorgeous clothes, a dragon-shaped tattoo, and the eyes as red as blood suddenly lit up.