Clermont Bourbon sat in the dark, waiting for the dawn to come. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the eighth generation of the Bourbon family, he felt it was time for him to make a change.

Change the country, change your family.

Take the throne that was supposed to be theirs.

In fact, the Bourbon family has been working towards this goal for a long time.

Although, in the impression of the outside world, the Bourbon family has always been the most solid backing of Saint Laurent.

However, no one wants to be backed up all the time.

There are always people who want to stand on the highest position and look down on all living beings.

Now here's that opportunity.

There has never been a moment when this opportunity was so close to them as it is now.

A stone's throw away.

Even when the third generation of Saint Laurent had just ascended the throne, was not yet thirteen years old, had no way to govern, and had to rely on the Bourbon family with all his might, the time was not as perfect as it is now.

The old king died, and the royal family withered.

And the only heir to the throne is a ......

It was a secret, he had known for a long time.

Originally, he planned to make the script not develop as tense as it is now, and it could be regarded as not embarrassing the royal family of Saint Laurent.

Moreover, it also took care of his friendship with Lawrence when he was young.

And, for more than 100 years, the good reputation of monarchs and ministers.

However, Raphael died.

That was his favorite son.

Originally, he could have made him the new king of Bourbon, in the most justifiable way.

But, he was killed.

By the stupid and naïve Altos.

Artos, the unfortunate and poor child, would have wished she had died sooner if she had known what she had done wrong.

Originally, Yves Saint Laurent's national honor may last for so many decades, and it will not completely disappear into the dust of history after that.

It will be trampled under the feet of the Bourbon, and then it will become a vassal of the Bourbon, the backing of the Bourbon, as the Bourbon has done for more than a hundred years.

A slightly shameful, but still survivable position.

And now, Clermont has decided to leave nothing for the poor little girl.

He's going to smash that dragon emblem completely.

From then on, there was only the banner of Bourbon, not the blood of King Arthur.

Soon, wait a little longer.

It's about to dawn.

When the time comes, everything will be over.

He knows.

He knew full well that the poor little girl was still trying to struggle.

The even more wretched Teutonic knights, who had been hastily redeployed, had no way to enter the city.

This is something that Clermont had long anticipated.

The entire city defense is already in his hands, how is it possible, there is a chance to let them in.

However, there is also a little advantage, that is, these elite knights do not have to accompany their stupid masters to their deaths.

It can be regarded as saving some belongings for Bourbon, otherwise it will be a big loss.

Of course, Clermont knew that Artos wouldn't be so willing.

She's going to find some way to get the Teutonic Knights into the city.

That was her last thing to rely on.

I'll ask someone to help her, yes.

Otherwise, why send a letter to that man in the north?

The man in the north is a tricky character, but the worst outcome is that the Teutonic Knights are released, right?

It's nothing.

But it's that person, I'm afraid he can't protect himself.

The situation in the Northland is undecided, so I came here to meddle in my business.

Doomed to ruin.

At this time, come to think of it, someone has already gone to the Northland, right?

Don't think about this person anymore.

Clermont thought in the other direction.

Orient.

That new world.

That's where the biggest headache lies.

It's been a long time since there has been no news there.

Ever since the man woke up, it had been a blank space.

No kind of news can come out, let alone get in.

It's really worrying.

I don't know what kind of people they sent over or what their plans were.

Clermont fell into deep thought.

It's a vulnerability, and it's huge, unknown.

This vulnerability has the potential to ruin the whole picture.

He glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, knocked on the table, and called his most powerful henchman again.

He had to double-check all the details.

When each step was re-deduced, Clermont felt somewhat satisfied, but there was still no news about the East.

"Is there really no trace at all?" he asked again.

It was the first time he had asked this question for an unknown number of times.

He really wanted to solve this doubt in his mind.

"I'm sorry, sir, but ...... Nothing was found. The subordinate shook his head helplessly.

Even the one in the north, they found a trace.

In a small courtyard that has just been rented out in recent days.

Can...... The one in the East.

"Aggressive. "There was a knock on the door.

Some in a hurry.

An unsettling breath.

But, it's still under control.

Clermont wasn't too agitated and let people in.

"What happened?"

"The supreme head of the Central Empire in Fei Leng Cui died, just now. The visitor took a deep breath and reported.

"Yes. This is in Clermont's calculations.

"There was a riot in the Barron neighborhood. The man continued, "I've sealed that area completely off as planned. ”

"Good. Clermont nodded, "You're doing a great job." ”

This was already in his calculations.

If it's just such a means, then this one is destined to be won.

Su Junyan, show your strength, if it's just like this, it won't be interesting.

I, ah, long to be able to kill you, if you are too weak, will you not be able to soothe the hatred in my heart at all?

Come, show your courage and determination to kill my son, and your resourcefulness.

Clermont looked out of the darkness at the closed window.

My heart fluctuates like a surging sea.

A faint light peeked through the cracks in the window, and it was finally dawning.

Dawn.

Let's make it all a little more violent.

Clermont scrambled to his feet, arranging his clothes as he strode outside.

"Let's begin, friends, this is our Bourbon era. ”

He slammed the door open, and outside it was a brighter and brighter light, and there were countless densely packed warriors.

Yves Saint Laurent, begin.

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The second more.

Damn, I've been sleep deprived lately.

My back hurts, so I hurried to sleep. (To be continued.) )