The capital of the Prussian Empire, Opsting.

Royal Garden, late afternoon.

The supreme ruler of the Prussian Empire, Sarkland the Great, was sitting alone in the garden pavilion at the moment, and in the middle of summer, the flowers in the courtyard were blooming, and he couldn't help but feel relaxed.

Clint stood by the Emperor's side as before, like a shadow of the Emperor.

Today, the emperor's mood does not seem to be very good, and it is no wonder that the great war is imminent, and the future fate of the empire depends on the outcome of this war. This may be the last war of the emperor's life. Due to the fact that he has been busy with state affairs for many years, coupled with his weak body all this is tormenting this old man at the peak of the empire's power. Although the emperor is only fifty years old this year, in the eyes of many people, the emperor with gray temples is more like a kind old man.

The flowers in the courtyard did not seem to attract Shacklan's gaze, and his gaze was fixed on the setting sun that was about to set on the horizon in the distance.

"Clinder, am I really old? Lately I have been feeling a little inadequate in the conduct of state affairs, and I am not able to discuss a question with the ministers for a long time, as I used to. Now I always seem to listen more and talk less!"

The emperor's tone was heavy, and there was a hint of silence in his expression.

A person will always feel lonely. When you are young, loneliness can be used as a kind of training, but once you are old, you will be afraid of loneliness, as if you were afraid of death.

As the emperor of an empire, Shackland is destined to live in loneliness for the rest of his life, which may be the sorrow and helplessness of the emperor.

Clint had noticed that the Emperor was in a different mood today.

The emperor of the past was so confident and proud, in front of everyone, he was the supreme and omnipotent god. But today, Clint did not feel the natural imperial majesty of the emperor at all. The current emperor is more like an old man in his twilight years in his eyes.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, you will always be the most majestic monarch in the hearts of your subordinates!"

Clinder did not directly answer the emperor's question, but somewhat cunningly avoided this rather sensitive topic.

As the saying goes, a companion is like a tiger.

Clinder, who had been by the emperor's side for many years, understood the implications.

"When I was young, I always thought that I could overcome everything and get everything I wanted to have. But as I got older and the years passed, I realized that time was the real master of everything. No matter how strong a person is, he can't stand the test of time!"

Shacklan stroked the wrinkles on his forehead, and the imprint of time mercilessly recorded the bits and pieces of life.

Clint didn't have any answer this time, because the emperor didn't say this to him, but more to himself.

This is the distress of the monarch, and it is also the unknown side of the monarch.

Of course, when it comes to formal occasions, the emperor will surely become a giant in the eyes of every subject, a giant who holds their destiny in his hands.

It took a long time for the Emperor to withdraw his gaze from the distant horizon and inevitably fall into the garden.

The blooming flowers were full of vitality, and Shacklan even felt the fresh and young life jumping in front of his eyes.

Yes, life, a beautiful life, a fiery and restless youth.

Flowers reminded the Emperor of his twilight years of the beauty and throbbing of youth.

Once upon a time, I also had my young years, I also had the most beautiful first love in my life, and I also let my heart fly with my dreams.

A smile appeared on Shacklan's lips, warm and sweet in the glow of the setting sun.

Just when everything was immersed in a peaceful atmosphere, "winter" seemed to come suddenly.

A chilling murderous aura filled the entire garden in an instant, and the flowers that had been full of vitality seemed to become sluggish and stiff in Klinde's eyes at this moment.

Death, that's the only word that comes to Clinder's mind right now.

"What should come is still here, young life is like flowers, so delicate, but also so fragile. ”

Emperor Sarkland plucked a rose that poked into the pavilion.

The murderous aura was getting heavier and heavier, and Klint felt that his breathing was slowly becoming shorter.

Clinder, who has just turned thirty this year, is one of the "Four Great Knights" of the western part of the continent and the number one master of the Prussian Imperial Palace, and a giant sword more than five feet long terrifies every assassin who tries to assassinate Shackland the Great. In his hand, the giant sword weighing more than thirty catties was wielded with ease, and it was no different from an ordinary sword. But now, he felt that he couldn't even hold a needle. It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move at all. The heavy murderous aura has disintegrated his fighting spirit, and it has completely and cleanly "solved" him.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

The voice is dry and hoarse.

Lian Ao, dressed in black, knelt at Shacklan's feet.

What made Klinder strange was that in the face of such a master who exuded a strange murderous aura, the emperor did not show the slightest uneasiness.

In such a garden sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun, there stood such a man in black shrouded in darkness and shadows, which made the whole garden seem a little grotesque, even inexplicably terrifying.

"You haven't let me down so far, and every time I give you a task, you've done a great job!"

Although the words of the Emperor of Shackland sounded like an appreciation, his demeanor was cold and emotionless.

Lian Ao didn't move, still standing down, it seemed that the emperor was not talking about him.

The rose in the emperor's hand was bright and vivid, but in Lian Ao's eyes, it was already a lifeless specimen, just like the object of his every mission.

Clint suddenly noticed that there was something in Lian Ao's eyes, needles, two needles enough to nail anyone. Although now it is not nailed to itself, but to the rose that fell in the hands of the Emperor. But that dark fear still made Klinder shudder.

"This time you have to go to the Bryn Pis League, there are two young men in the city of Ejvon right now, San Theo Lee you should know, as for the other one, which is your goal this time. His name is Li Yuxuan, and he is characterized by waist-length white hair, and is known as 'White-haired Shura'. ”

"Yes!"

There were no superfluous words, neither asking what the characteristics of this person were, nor asking how this person's martial arts were, in Lian Ao's eyes, as long as it was the person that Emperor Shacklan wanted to execute, then he had no need to live, and he couldn't live at all.

A cold light flashed in Lian Ao's eyes!

Clinder, who was standing on the side, only felt a tightness all over his body, and lost the trace of the man in black in an instant.

Lian Ao came so suddenly, and he left very cleanly, as if he did everything cleanly.

Faintly, Clinder seemed to see a knife, a magic knife out of its sheath.

"Magic Knife" Lian Ao, one of the top ten masters in the western part of the mainland.