Oppenheimer exclaimed, "There are no casualties on our side!" His Majesty, at the critical moment, made the right decision, took a firm stand, judged wisely, and was uncompromising, extinguishing the momentum of the mob and strengthening the empire, and the casualties were few, all in the clever calculation......

The old king pulled back a city, and was so praised that his face rose and he nodded brightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Frederick's brain was numb with anger, he turned his head to look at the two secret policemen who were hastily digging up the ruins, and looked down hatefully and thought: "Rune has already seen through the face of the ruler, but he still lets everyone evacuate; if it weren't for Rune's humanity still existing, I don't know how many remnants would be buried under the ruins, and I don't know how many families would be broken in the imperial capital!" Then the aristocracy, whose hatred was as deep as the sea, intensified the contradictions, and the hatred deepened, so that once the arsenal and arsenal were lost, this noble dog with a crown would surely catch the last train of the empire and be a king of the dead country. ”

At this time, the distraught Paul came with his wife and children, knelt in the drizzle with his wife and children in a disgraced manner, kowtowed and shouted: "The minister is negligent in taking precautions, giving the thugs an opportunity to take advantage of, fortunately Your Majesty is graceful and unharmed! The mansion was razed and disturbed, and the minister could not escape the blame, and the guilt could not be escaped, and I implore Your Majesty to severely punish him!"

The old king waited for this sentence and reassured Paul angrily: "You are a victim, and you need not blame yourself." However, explosives are armaments, and mansions are the most important garrisons. I did not hesitate to pay a high salary and entrust the Praetorian Guards to help law and order, but I was still taken advantage of by the mob. For today's loss, someone must ask for guilt to thank the world. But that person is not you. ”

After Paul was appeased by the Voice, he was lifted up by the King's Guard.

Ryan heard the explosion, so he rode to the scene on a fast horse, his hat was drenched by the drizzle, and he hurriedly rushed to Griffith's side, and saw Griffith kneeling in the muddy water, Ryan knew that he could not escape the blame, and without hesitation, he threw off the swallowtail of his military uniform, knelt down on one knee, and shouted with his head down: "The explosives are stolen, the mob invades, and the crime is that the Praetorian Guards are not strictly guarded, and they are not careful!" As the commander of the forbidden army, Chen Xi sincerely knows that the guilt cannot be escaped, and I implore Your Majesty to be merciful, and Rong Chen and His Royal Highness Griffith will launch an internal investigation, catch out the inner ghosts, and give a clear explanation to the citizens!"

This time, before the old king could speak, Prince Ferdinand interjected and leisurely fiddled with the reins under the umbrella: "Commander Lane, allow me to correct a logic: according to the correct management thinking, the subordinate is guilty, and the boss should be ordered to sit together, because the boss is responsible for 'failing to supervise'. If something happens, the boss only needs to push the blame on the subordinates, so that those who are in humble positions dare not defend themselves, and those who are superior in positions go unpunished. The explosion shook the whole country, the citizens were panicked, and the hearts of the people were fluctuating. Sir Lane, the loss of explosives in the arsenal factory in your charge, and the bombing of the mansion of the important minister personally inspected by Lord Griffith, such a big matter, you two should not be regarded as a joke and perfunctory with an internal investigation to perfunctory His Majesty. ”

The relatives interjected, and the old king actually nodded slightly when he heard it, and he was not angry at all, which made it amazing that the two of them were as close as a pair of in-laws.

Ryan turned his head to look at Griffith. He focused on academics and had a dashing personality, and he served as the right commander, just to prevent the Praetorian Guard from falling into the hands of Griffith, which everyone knew well, so the two only nodded at each other.

Griffith, on the other hand, hung his head in silence, letting the drizzle flow over his resolute face, sliding out of an arc of indifference, converging on his whiskered chin, and then dripping and falling. Even when Ryan turned his head to look at him, Griffith remained as rigid and indifferent as ever, expressionless.

Ryan knew that his good days were finally over. This time it was a bit big, and there was no clue at all, and if we didn't finish the accountability process while the monarch and the ministers met, it would be too late to wait until the written process was going through the defense process.

I am afraid that when a letter of earnest confession is submitted, I don't know who will intercept it halfway, let alone how much slander the king has when he approves it, what his mood is, let alone being reasonable, and he will not even have the opportunity to beg for mercy in person, which is simply at the mercy of others.

Ryan had already vaguely guessed the reason for the king's power cut: the military industry, law and order, and the Praetorian Guard were originally separated and restrained from each other. But, firstly, Lane was witnessing Frederick's banquet, secondly, Griffith's sister was close to Frederick, and he was a well-known sister, which was really unsettling, and finally, Paul, a master warsmith who was a master of his word, formed a life-and-death friendship with Frederick and invited Frederick as a guest.

It seems that overnight, the three real power figures who were originally constrained and separated all intersected in Frederick alone, and the old king did not take this opportunity to adjust the distribution of power, which is called dullness.

Therefore, Lane's most correct path to self-preservation is to resign. And Griffith should know it, too. The reason why Ryan glanced at Griffith was that he hoped that the two would be in step and resign at the same time, so that the king would back down an inch and give Ryan time for an internal investigation.

But Griffith was lonely and cold, not only did he not move, but he didn't even show the slightest expression. He was as arrogant and arrogant as ever, which made Ryan sigh to himself.

Then Ryan calmly broke his wrist: "The minister has no place to be ashamed, please take the blame and resign to calm His Majesty's anger." ”

The old king nodded in satisfaction. He'd always appreciated Ryan's shrewdness, and felt that he could make eye contact with this person without wasting his lips. If it weren't for the fact that Ryan and Frederick had a hard time getting along, the old king would have been preparing to let Ryan gradually encroach on Griffith's military power.

The right commander took a stand, but Griffith did not move. The king had stared at Griffith for two seconds, but the duke remained awkwardly calm, and the crowd of people and horses in the square was so silent that only the sound of a rustling drizzle remained, and the cold scene was so abrupt that the king's face gradually became unsightly.

Ferdinand couldn't help but speak: "The right commander of the Praetorian Guard has a correct attitude and has come up with a deal of advice. Lord Griffith, are you still going to continue to be perfunctory?"

Griffith's jaw flicked suddenly, and a line of rain rose from the bright red short hair, he suddenly raised his head, stared at the fox and fake tiger prince with his eyes erupting, and grabbed the kneeling water-drenched knee with his right hand, and retorted categorically: "I am strict in governing the army, and there are only two possibilities for the occurrence of evil **: first, there are people behind the mob to fund it." Second, there are internal ghosts hidden in the Praetorian Guard. In order to eliminate these two major suspicions, how can I say that I have examined military discipline on a perfunctory basis? Could it be that by resigning from the blame, this mansion will be able to rise again? No, it is meaningless to resign by taking the blame!

Griffith didn't look at the king's face at all, and stated his opinion angrily, angrily scolding Ferdinand: "There is a reason for things, and initiating an investigation is the inevitable cause and effect of respecting the laws of things." A glorious and noble Aryan officer has no function of eyebrow-raising, nor will he figure out your thoughts; a glorious and noble Aryan officer will only charge towards the truth with great momentum, no matter how ugly the truth is! Therefore, I will propose an internal investigation, and I will only be dismissed, and I will never take the blame and resign, because until the results of the investigation are clear, all beings are innocent, and this is the essence of the spirit of the rule of law!"

Filia was slightly drunk, looked at Griffith's back, stood beside Frederick and muttered proudly, "I want to be like my brother......"

Frederick frowned and said, "All of your families have a habit of spiritual cleanliness. You're not alone. ”

Felia thumped him on the shoulder blade: "Shut up!"

The Praetorian Guards agreed with Griffith's proclamation and knelt down. The old king was retorted with a sneer, and hated the bad luck of today, and the opponents he met were all tongue-in-cheek. If this had been known, the king would have condemned Griffith without saying anything, and would not have given him a chance to speak for himself.

Griffith was obviously depressed for a long time, and finally stared at the snow-white Ferdinand, and warned fiercely: "Finally, I advise the prince that it is best to interfere less in the internal affairs of the empire. Otherwise...... At one's own risk. (To be continued.) )