Chapter 299: Choice
Your Majesty's time is almost up. [No pop-up novel network] "A voice passed in a fluttering manner
"Haven't those pesky guys gone yet?" said Yoland, who looked a little tired as he closed the scroll on his desk and rubbed his brow with his hand.
"You haven't made a decision yet, how dare they go?" a gray figure appeared behind Yolande, and gently put on a fox fur cloak for Yoland: "Your Majesty, winter is coming, you need to pay attention to your body." β
"It's really been a no-compromise winter for me, because I'm going to admit it...... I'm old. Yolande smiled and stood up from his throne.
"Your Majesty, if you don't want to, you can leave those people alone. The tone of the gray figure, which had been very humble, suddenly became cold, and the temperature of the air also dropped, as if winter had come early: "As long as I have a breath, no one can force me to be king!"
"I remember when I first heard you say that, I was so young, how many years have I been? almost...... Thirty years, right?" Ulland narrowed his eyes, as if remembering something: "You have been by my side for more than thirty years, like the most loyal shadow, for me, you have even forgotten yourself, I owe you too much in this life, old man. β
At this time, there was a faint sound of a bell in the distance, and the gray shadow listened sideways: "Your Majesty, the time is coming, haven't you made a decision yet?" It seems that the shadow is very unaccustomed to revealing his inner emotions, and actually changed the topic under the pretext.
"They'll wait for me. Yolande smiled: "Patience and ambition go hand in hand. If they don't have that patience, they don't have the right to sit here. After saying that, Yolande struck the throne a few times with the scepter in his hand, and there was playfulness, exclamation, and playfulness in his expression, but there was no respect. The scepter and the throne represent the supreme ruling power, and no one can afford to desecrate it, if the civil and military dignitaries were still here, they would definitely be stunned on the spot, and they might even think that there was something wrong with Yoland's sanity.
"Your Majesty, ......"
"Don't be nervous. I'm just venting. Yolande smiled and raised the scepter to his eyes, carefully observing whether there were any traces left on the scepter, like a child who vented his anger on a toy and was afraid that the toy would be damaged afterwards: "Do you know, old man, that I had to sit here back then, because only by sitting here can I accomplish my ideals." β
"Your Majesty, I don't think anyone knows you better than I do. The gray figure's voice became muffled.
"Young people are always overly optimistic, and I only now understand that ideals often become utopians. A faint wry smile appeared at the corner of Yoland's mouth.
"Your Majesty. I remember you once said something thought-provoking. β
"Oh what? I've said so many thought-provoking things, you don't say how I can remember. Yolande laughed: "Sometimes when I cough and look at anyone, it makes people think deeply, and I can't find an answer here, and they can't even sleep well after they go back." β
The gray figure couldn't cry and laugh and sighed for the twilight, and the atmosphere suddenly disappeared: "Your Majesty, you said that as long as you work hard for your ideals." You won't have any regrets. You also said that one learns to enjoy the process of hard work. Since you succeeded to the throne, you have been working hard to make the empire strong and to eradicate bad government, you ......"
"That's a lie. Yolande interrupted the black figure with a smile: "Losers always find ways to comfort themselves, and so do I." Enjoy the process? hehe...... A farmer works with his face to the loess and his back to the sky. What he wanted was a harvest, a blacksmith. Sweating in front of a hellish furnace. He wants results, and I want a new and powerful Maao Empire! If you had told them earlier. Their efforts will not pay off, will they still try?"
"This ......," the gray figure didn't know how to answer.
"Don't believe what the bards say, no matter how profound the philosophy is, it's not as good as a handful of wheat, and sometimes don't believe me, I know better than the bards how to deceive people. Yolande straightened his royal robes and pondered.
The gray figure sighed lightly and closed his mouth, but who knew that after waiting for a long time, Yolande was still motionless, and there was a bell outside, and the gray figure couldn't wait any longer, and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty hasn't made a decision yet......?" Let's go to Chris, it's his birthday after all. β
"No, since he's already made a decision, let's not make trouble for him, we have to respect his decision. β
"You mean to go to Granddon?"
"He's smart, he's brave, he's got perseverance, and he's the most like me when I was younger. β
"I'm a little confused, are you complimenting Grandon or yourself?" the gray figure laughed.
"I'm reminiscing about that time. Yolande sighed, "I like him very much, but the person I worry about the most is also him."
He has never suffered a painful failure, in my eyes, he is like a bird in spring, only knows the warmth of spring, but does not understand the irritability of summer, the depression of autumn, and the cruelty of winter, which also blames me for letting him go too smoothly. β
"Grandon has a deep affection for you, didn't Thor say it, when the news of your misfortune in the magic circle reached the front line, Glendon fainted on the spot, and then cried and fainted a few times, in contrast, West is indifferent to you, he is only busy dealing with those ministers. β
"As an overseer of the Northern Front, trying to attack the enemy with his own cry?" said Yoland, shaking his head.
"That's better than West. The gray figure said, in fact, he knew that he shouldn't express too much opinion on this kind of issue, but he was very disgusted with West, the high-level magician of the water system who tried to assassinate Yoland, Brufield, was brought by West, fortunately, he showed Brufield's abnormal behavior at that time, what if he didn't show up? Although a careful investigation at that time could prove that West's involvement in the assassination was not involved, he was jealous in his heart, and he never wanted to see West's gain the upper hand in the scramble.
"Forget it. Yolande smiled: "Let's go to West, Philip will go too, he has been very close to West lately, and you know that he has been holding on to me these days, and today is a rare opportunity for me to mediate." β
"The older the old fellow gets, the more eccentric he becomes!" said Philip's gray figure's tone, which became very unkind: "When encountering things, he always puts the blame on others, why doesn't he want to think about it, if it weren't for him, Zeda would have become a gentleman? β
"There's nothing wrong with doting on Saul and doting on Nya too, but he's not the blind doting of Philip. Yolande let out a sigh of relief, "I still remember the time when Nia ran into the palace late at night and shouted for help. β
"I remembered, too. The gray figure laughed.
"But in any case, Philip also made great contributions to the Empire, and I value his achievements more than his personal character. Yolande said slowly: "Philip is also old, I have a good start with Philip, as long as he is not too excessive, I will definitely defend him and give him a good end." β
"Your Majesty, you must not let go of your mouth on this matter!" said the gray figure with a straight face, "otherwise God knows what Philip will do." β
"He didn't dare. Yolande said lightly. Yolander often makes self-evaluations, and his evaluation is very pertinent, for example, he knows that he is not as good as Bairry in military affairs, and is not as good as the prime minister in political affairs, his biggest advantage is that he is good at recognizing people and employing people, which is not boasting, from the succession to the present, Yolande does rarely see and miss people, and now when it comes to Philip, he also thinks that everything is under control. This time, however, Yolande was wrong, a man who knew that his death was near, and his heart was full of hatred that he could not let go, then what he did was likely to become extremely insane. Yolande looks at the old days and tries to draw a perfect end to Philip's legendary life, but the gestures of goodwill and reconciliation he makes will be transformed into a disguised support for Philip.
The gray figure was silent, although he was also a peak powerhouse, but he had a huge difference from Thor, Philip and others, his life was saved by Yoland, his parents were buried by Yoland, and his enemy was killed by Yolande for him, since that day, he regarded himself as the most loyal servant of Yoland, and his hard work was just to better protect his master, so to speak, for the sake of Yoland, he did not hesitate to hurt anyone, even if it was Yoland's own son!
Over the decades, he has personally created a terrible spy force for Yoland, and his heart has gradually become hidden, and even learned to hide from Yolande to do something he thinks is right, Philip is unwilling to obey Yoland's orders, so he has subconsciously regarded Philip as his enemy, during this time, he often came into contact with Philip's most important student, Sean, and reached a subtle understanding, in fact, if Yolande and Sean can meet, what has been achieved is not a subtle understanding, but a clear allegiance, but he does not dare to do that, because Yolande is a nostalgic person, and will not allow him to secretly calculate Philipγ
Yolande walked slowly to the door of the temple, suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled, "Guess what I just thought?"
"Your Majesty, are you embarrassed, how many of me can guess your heart?"
"It may seem to you that I'm choosing an heir, but to me I seem like I'm looking for someone who can defeat me. β
"Your Majesty, you are really ......," the gray figure looked laughing and crying again.
"Actually, in the face of time, all people are losers. Shaking his head, Yolande pushed open the door of the temple, and outside was a group of silent ministers.