Cyrian's head hurt, and the corners of his forehead, which were already somewhat frosty, were beating uncontrollably, as if his whole brain was in danger of exploding at any moment.

The king's assassination, and it was in the sacred ceremony of the sword, ironically, but the truth happened so cruelly before the eyes, and the astonishment and remorse were useless. From the time Aiden was moved back to the dormitory, he hadn't rested for a moment, and he hadn't even taken a sip of water.

The news received from the Chief Medical Officer, Master Gesse, was not optimistic, His Majesty's injuries were very serious, and the assassin's stab in his back was so deep that no matter how much stitches were struck, the blood continued to flow out without slowing down.

Aiden was in a semi-comatose state, with a high fever and indecipherable muttering in his mouth. To ease his pain, Sirian and Sovereign even reluctantly agreed to use the juice of Dream Moss, a nerve-soothing but addictive poison.

Sovereign had been holding Aiden's hand at the bedside, the young child had been hollowed out by the great pain, and the tearful eyes made it impossible for Sirian to continue to face.

It was late at night, but he couldn't stop, even if he was physically and mentally exhausted. Because he has to face another war, and when something big happens, the Imperial Ministers never make people feel at ease, and this time is no exception.

Sirian sat in the position of the former prime minister, rubbing his forehead, his expression full of anguish.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can anyone give me a clear answer, what is to be done with tomorrow's celebration?" Rogett looked at the other ministers with the delicate little dagger in his hand and asked, "It's better to come up with a countermeasure quickly, is it to cancel or to go on as usual?" For the sake of the Lord God, those civil officials who keep asking questions are already driving me crazy. ”

Chief Historian Corno looked up and blinked his already cloudy eyes. "They wanted to ask the king how it was," he said in a rare meeting of the royal council, "this ignorant head and pathetic curiosity. ”

"Cancellation? Do you want to admit that the king has been assassinated, or even seriously injured? What is the difference between this and madness? This is a disgrace, a disgrace to the kingdom!" Colin leaned forward with his body like a mountain of Roshan and pressed his hand on the long table, "Thousands of gold coins were given away for nothing? ”

"You are cheating, my lord. Rogett said with a smile.

Colin gave a surprised expression, as if surprised by the sudden discovery of the Civil Secretary's conscience. "To the people, for God's sake, tell them what is true, and they will think it is true. "People want results, not truth." ”

"Decades ago, what was the difference between you and them?" Rogett quipped.

"The only difference is that I'm sitting with you today," Colin retorted, "am I getting smarter, or are you stupid......?"

Sirian looked up, he couldn't let the Imperial Council quarrel like this. "Let's cancel it, ladies and gentlemen, the news of the king's assassination cannot be concealed, deception will only lead to greater lies, and the people have the right to know the truth, even the most sad outcome. ”

"The truth, are you telling the truth, Prime Minister?" said Gassula's voice, sharp and cold, "haven't you come to your senses yet?

Sirian met the other's gaze, and this was not the time for weakness or silence. "You are making unfounded accusations, my lord, should we condemn the people of Sardinia to the perpetrators of this tragedy just because the Assassin shouted 'Long live Sardin,'" he looked around at the other ministers before returning his gaze to Gassula's face. "Does that mean that if we want to kill our opponents in the future, we only need to direct an assassination and then shout the names of our opponents? Or is it that the kingdom's policy in Sardinia is blocking you, and the wealth of the people behind you?"

The council chamber fell silent suddenly, and Sirian's words were extremely heavy, and all eyes were focused on the Minister of Justice, some of them were deep, some were playful, and some were indifferent.

Gasula's face flushed instantly, and she immediately stood up. "You're insulting my character, my lord!" he whispered, "If the Assassins' words aren't to be believed, how can the lilac on their fingernails be explained?" he stared at Sirian and continued, "Only miners who have been digging purple phosphate rock for a long time can do this, and is Master Gesai's autopsy report also fake?!"

"It's too ......early to say anything," replied Cyrian.

"You ......"

At that moment, the door to the council chamber was pushed open, and a grief-stricken Sovereign entered, accompanied by Sean Keppel, the chief of the Imperial Guard. Although he was reluctant to leave his father on his hospital bed, the sudden change made it necessary for him to get in touch with the kingdom's government affairs early, and even attended the royal council for the first time.

"Your Highness......" The ministers were not surprised by Soveland's appearance, and stood up and saluted one after another.

Sovereign looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in front of him, and he took a deep breath. "My Excellency, I hope that you will help me, and the Kingdom, to get through this difficult time in this sad time......

"Yes......," the crowd replied in a low voice.

As the ministers returned to their seats, Gasula was still standing. "Your Highness, in view of the despicable acts of the Assassins, I recommend to you, in the name of the Imperial Minister of Justice, that all support and expansion of the province of Sardinia be immediately withdrawn. He bowed, but his tone was extremely sharp, "Putting all the heretics of the Chaos Sect in chains and sending them to the mining area is the punishment they deserve for the crimes they have committed. ”

Sovereign frowned and turned his gaze to Sirian. "Prime Minister, do you feel the same way?"

Sirian stood up and saluted, "Your Highness, such a judgment is too arbitrary, and we don't have tangible evidence to prove whether this is a false accusation or a fact. If this order is given now in the name of the kingdom, the worst result will even be to provoke war again. ”

"War! if they want war, we'll give them war!" Gazula roared, her eyes blood-red, "even the Imperial Guards have been infiltrated with the Assassins, what has happened to our kingdom?

"I agree with the Prime Minister, Lord Gasura, that no one can afford the outcome of the Fourth Sardinia War. Sovereign said.

"Your Highness, you are indulging sin and running rampant in our land!" Gassula persisted.

"That's enough!" a shout of rage rang out in the council chamber, and under the surprised gaze of the Imperial Ministers, Donis, who rarely spoke, stood up angrily, and even brought down the seat behind him. "Watch your words, Lord Gassula!" he stared at the other like a leopard, his eyes twinkling, "There is a crown prince standing in front of you, a future king, and a former prime minister, and you should be ashamed of your gaffe!"

Gasula tried to retort, but chose to remain silent, he looked at Sovereign and Cyrian, then bowed and sat back in his chair.

In the midst of this awkward atmosphere, another voice rang out. "I don't support war, but Lord Gassula is right about one thing," said Sean Keppel, who stood beside Soveland, with difficulty, as the upright old man shuddered as he removed the silver Janissary Captain's badge from his shoulder, rubbed it with his thumb, and placed it on the long table. "It is an intolerable dereliction of duty for the Imperial Guards to infiltrate the Assassins, for which I am willing to accept all responsibility and resign as Chief of the Praetorian Guard. ”

All the Imperial Ministers stood up, and no one had the slightest suspicion about this dutiful and noble old man.

"You don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault, for the sake of the Lord God......"

Before Solveland could finish, Sean interrupted him with a difficult smile. "It's not a fault, Your Highness, it's a responsibility. ”

"You don't have to. Sirian said that this was not what he wanted to see.

The old man shook his head resolutely. "Until the new Chief of the Praetorian Guard decides, let the Imperial Cabinet Officer, Lord Fasti Douai, temporarily assume my position," Sean said to Sovereign, "Lord Fasti's loyalty to the King and His Highness is unquestionable. His message was clear, he wanted this most important defense force to remain firmly in the hands of the king, and to be able to cope with everything even in the most dangerous moments.

After speaking, the old man solemnly bowed to the people in the council hall, and the neat armor collided with a heavy sonorous sound. Then he took a deep look at Soveland, who he had grown up watching, and walked out of the Oak Palace with his head held high.

With Sean Keppel gone, the courtiers in the chamber seemed to lose interest in continuing the discussion, and everyone fell silent.

Sovereign sighed wearily. "The sword ceremony has been postponed, and tomorrow's celebration will be canceled," he said, "and the state of martial law in the city will remain in place for the time being, and I hope that Lord Tandra and Master Gesai will find the clue soon." Let's stop here for today's Imperial Council. ”

"Yes......" The ministers looked at each other and replied silently.

Sovereign nodded slightly to Cyrian, and left the chamber amid the other's eyes full of concern. It was destined to be a difficult night, and it was expected that Sovereign would always be by Aiden's side.

The courtiers dispersed in twos and threes, and Sirian, holding his tired body, slowly descended the steps in front of the Oak Palace, and took the reins from the guards. He was so tired that he was so distracted by this series of thorny assassinations that he didn't even want to think about what he would have to face tomorrow.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister. A voice rang out behind Sirian, and former Minister of Civil Affairs Rogette Hill stood beneath the statue beside the steps, the brazier in his hand glowing with a pulsing light, casting an undulating shadow on him.

"Lord Civil Officer?" Cilian was obviously stunned when he saw Rogett, he didn't expect the other party to wait for him here, "Is there something wrong?"

With his arms folded over his chest, Rogett walked over slowly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Nothing, my lord, just a reminder." He paused, "As things stand, you should immediately remove Lord Donis from his military powers, the Knights of the Heart of Frostwood. ”

"Can you give me a reason? Why do you want to do this? Sirian whispered thoughtfully.

"Because he is Donis, my lord. Rogett's eyes flickered, unusually bright even in the night, "You don't really think that careerists will become harmless and good people over time, do you?" his voice was full of playful playfulness, "The beast folded its claws not because it had discovered its conscience, but because it was waiting for an opportunity that would tear anyone in its way would be torn to pieces." ”

Sirian listened, his face a little gloomy. "Is it unwarranted speculation again, and if I do, what's the difference between me and them?"

"Conscience is not the right emotion at this time, my lord," said Rogett, "you cannot speculate on the malice of others with your kindness, and perhaps, in this nightfall, careerists have begun their plots. ”

"But justice is what makes me worthy of my duty, isn't it?" said Cilian, shaking his head in refusal, "if things are as you say, then let them come generously, and I will wait for them before the throne." ”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of horses' hooves at a gallop in the square, and a well-armored guard jumped out of the saddle before his horse could hold his horse, and he gasped violently and reported to Sirian: "Your Excellency, Lord Tandra has asked me to send you a message that a fire has broken out at the mansion of the Chief Medical Officer, Lord Gesai, and he has asked you to pass there at once. ”

"What?......" Cyrian exclaimed, completely unable to believe his ears. He suddenly turned his head to stare at Rogget's face hidden in the night, as if to confirm something.

After a brief moment of silence, Sirian decisively turned on his horse, tugging at the reins of his horse and spinning in front of Rogett, the hard horseshoe striking the ground with a crisp sound. Finally, he took a deep look at the Minister of Civil Affairs, raised his horsewhip, and disappeared into the darkness of the night with the guards.

The dry wood in the brazier burned, and every now and then there was a slight sound, and dark red sparks flew into the night sky. Rogett was the only one left in front of the palace, and he stood there, chuckling, and looked back at the Oak Palace, which was crawling like a giant beast at the top of the capital, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.