The next day, Grabo woke up sleepy-eyed and served by two maids, one helping him to get dressed, and the other carrying a plate and bringing him breakfast of rye croutons, nuts, bacon, and boiled eggs.

Grabo stretched out his hand, and opened his mouth for food, and the maid served all the daily necessities.

This is not an isolated phenomenon, in fact, many nobles have such habits, they are not really lazy, they just enjoy the feeling of being served and high in the lazy time.

After changing his clothes and eating breakfast, Grabo touched the maid's white thigh, took his saber, and rode out of the mansion, ready to go to Bolton to make today's arrest plan.

As soon as he arrived at the garrison of the Guards Corps, Grabo suddenly found that the atmosphere today was not quite right, not only were there several times more guards, there were many flags, which could be called three steps, one sentry, five steps and one post, and there were also high-ranking officers passing by, exchanging things with solemn expressions, and the atmosphere was no different from the state of wartime.

At this moment, the two commanders of the Guards Legion passed by Grabo, and the sound of conversation was faintly heard:

"cub, I finally caught him."

"It's really self-defeating, he dares to go to the prince's palace in the middle of the night, and sows discord with nonsense, he is absolutely finished this time."

"You say, what will His Royal Highness do with him?"

"It's too light to behead the capital, I think I have to be late, and I want to kill all his descendants, and none of those people in the dungeon want to run!"

"Hehe, when the time comes, he must be executed in public, so that the other juniors will know the fate of assassinating the prince!"

...

When Grabo listened, he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly went up and asked, "Two, who are you talking about?" Are you talking about the Chino Administrator? You caught him?! ”

One of the commanders was about to answer, but the other raised his hand to interrupt him and whispered to Grabo, "We have nothing to say, if you want to know the specific situation, you can go to His Royal Highness the prince yourself." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll ask him myself." Grabo hurriedly said goodbye to the two and trotted all the way to the general's main tent.

In the account, although Bolton is wounded, he has been an extremely self-disciplined soldier since he was a child, even if he is injured, he will never stay in bed, he has already gotten up to work at dawn, and is annotating military intelligence documents at this time.

Grabo leaned in and asked respectfully, "Your Royal Highness, I heard that you captured the Chino administrator?" Why didn't you announce this exciting news? ”

Bolton continued to annotate the documents, without raising his head, and asked lukewarmly, "Where did you hear that?" ”

Grabo smiled and said, "I see that there are several times more sentry posts outside than before, and several guards seem to have mentioned it in their words, and they guessed it." ”

Burton put down his pen, snorted coldly, and said expressionlessly: "Don't guess this kind of thing in the future, guessing won't do you any good, you know?" ”

"Yes, I know," Grabo hurriedly responded.

Bolton continued: "You guessed it right, Chino had just been caught yesterday, and he ran into my room in the middle of the night, babbling nonsense, playing with right and wrong, trying to confuse my judgment and clear his name. Oh, although I am not a scheming person, how can I be instigated by him? After the conversation, I pretended to cater to him and let him relax his vigilance, and finally secretly recruited the guards to arrest him. ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince is really smart!" Grabo's voice was slightly hurried, with a vague look of impatience, "Do you need me to set up a good torture table in the near future?" ”

Bolton shook his head: "Don't worry, I found some doubts from the confession of the Chino administrator. I suspect that there may be someone behind his assassination, and it is not as simple as it seems, but it must be carefully interrogated. ”

Grabo had a vague look in his eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked tentatively, "Then may I ask, where is the Chino administrator locked up now?" ”

"He's now—" Bolton paused halfway through his speech, frowning, "You don't need to worry about the rest of the matter, I'll arrange it, you just need to take care of the daily government affairs of Thundercloud City." I've heard Lorna say that you're a very mean person, and you whip civilians at every turn! ”

"Although I am only a general of the Guards Legion, and I have no civilian title, so I can't control your head, but Edward Troy, the "Governor" of the Beacon Province, is my former military robe, and if you show off your might and bully civilians all day long, I will have to talk to him."

Grabo trembled with fright, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no!" Never again! In the future, I will definitely be an administrator who loves the people like a son! ”

"You'd better be." Bolton continued to review the documents and said lukewarmly, "Although I was shot on your territory and should have been charged to you, you have been trying your best to cooperate with the arrest work in the past few days, and it is worth the merit that you have done more than your fault." At 6 o'clock this evening, I will have a celebration feast, and you bring your colleagues with you, and I will reserve a place for you as a guest. ”

Not only was he exempted from punishment, but he was also invited as a guest, and Grabo was overjoyed: "I am flattered by your generosity! I'll be there on time! ”

"Well, let's go down." Bolton waved his hand.

"Farewell, Your Highness." Grabo bent over and bowed his head away.

The tent was quiet again, except for the sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper.

"What do you think?" Suddenly, Burton spoke up.

"Click." The sound of candy being crushed sounded in the curtain behind Bolton, and Chino's voice came slowly: "This person is so stupid that I am so stupid that I will jump into it, saying that he is mentally disabled and has lifted him, but the person behind him can use the hands of such a fool to arrange the assassination plan so carefully." The mastermind behind this should not be underestimated. ”

Burton: "Do you want to re-plan your plans for the future?" ”

Chino: "Not for now, just go ahead, just don't make a mistake on your side." ”

Silence returned to the tent, with the occasional wind blowing in from outside the tent, fiddling with the mess of paper.

"I have a question, and I actually wanted to ask you yesterday." Bolton turned his face sideways and looked sideways at the curtain tent, as if he was looking at the man who was eating sugar in the back, his eyes were dark, "If, I said if, your analysis of the battle for the crown prince yesterday is not unreasonable, then between our three siblings, who will you stand on?" ”

Chino: "I don't like factional fights, I don't take sides. ”

Burton: "Everyone who is asked this question will give the same answer as you do – not standing anywhere. But in fact, they had already bet on the treasure in their hearts. ”

Silence, no words.

Burton: "Actually, what I want to ask most is, do you have another purpose for having such a good relationship with Solan now?" ”

"Click." Another candy was bitten down, and I don't know if it was an illusion, Chino's voice seemed to have an inexplicable abruptness: "There is no purpose." It's just that I was born missing something, and Solandale handed it to me, and I wanted to try to hold it in my hand and see what it was really like to have it. ”

Burton: "What's that?" ”

Chino: "Friend." ”

Bolton was silent for a long time, turned back silently, his eyes were deeper than just now, and said faintly: "Yes, Twilight Death... Although you are only a mortal, everyone fears you as much as they fear the real Grim Reaper. Once you are feared and high, you can't talk about family, love, friendship, or any affection—"

"The gods are all lonely."