Horace's final decision was a nullification of the outcome of the Imperial Council - neither agreeing to allow Berion to return to the city of Humtu, nor specifying whether or not to go to the rebellion, and everything was delayed until tomorrow morning, a short day that would allow the entire city of Turin to make a final decision.

After the end of the Imperial Council, Anson was not even in the mood to practice swords, and returned directly to his dormitory. Alone, Edward left the hallway of the side hall, only to encounter an old man he had never wanted to see at the corner near the door.

"Are you going back so soon?" Horard Minest sat down on the bench very calmly, and smiled very kindly at Edward who walked in, "I thought you would stay in His Highness Anson's bedchamber - His Royal Highness has so much trust in you, didn't he?"

"I'm just an acolyte military attaché, and I haven't had that kind of honor. Edward replied without humility or arrogance: "It is impossible for His Highness to allow a small viscount to approach his private domain. ”

"Do you not have that qualification, or do you not want to disturb the upset Prince too much at such a time?" said Marquis Holard, still smiling playfully, "You underestimate your importance to His Highness Anson too much—of course, I prefer to think of it as your humility, dear Edward Witwood." ”

"In that case, would you like to accompany me, the old man, to take a stroll around and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the royal garden?" The old man's weathered cheeks showed a bit of comfort, and he invited Edward very warmly: "After being an attendant military attache for so long, it would be a pity if you didn't even appreciate the garden here." ”

How could Edward refuse Holard Minnest's invitation, and with a little humbleness, he followed the old man's footsteps down the cloister of the side hall into the gardens of the palace. But his eyes never stayed on the shadow of the laurel tree and purple rose. Never left in front of that elegant figure.

Holard looked quite leisurely and elegant, and his aging face was still as vibrant as when he was young, and with a look of appreciation, he passed by the elegant purple lilies: "Do you know what the flower language of the purple lilies is, Edward Wetwood?"

"Maybe you can explain it to me. Although he could guess what Holard was trying to say, Edward was still prepared to let him have a showdown first - to avoid being shot again.

"Honesty. The old man stood firm, slowly turned to him and smiled, "I hope the two of us can be honest with each other. Because that's the basis of everything - only by being honest can you understand what the other side wants, and then you can understand whether the two sides have the basis to stand on the same side. ”

"Then let's be honest with the two of us, and tell us about what has happened recently - Berrion Marcherus is not lying, there are indeed two barbarian tribes who have rebelled and caused a terrible upheaval, and they seem to have united more war tribes, and it may be difficult to say whether there are fifty thousand or not, but if we sit idly by like this, it is only a matter of time before Hantu City falls!"

"So His Majesty Horace will definitely send troops to quell the rebellion. Edward nodded, "The Duke of Barrion has a legitimate reason to return to Hantu City, to avoid everyone's eyes and then envelop his domain and title - but for what? It wasn't going to come back in the first place. ”

"Because what he wants to cover is not just the title of Duke of Hantu City. The old man gently plucked a purple petal from the flower bed: "He wants a brilliant victory to prove his talent - there is no one of the Markaeus family...... No, there is probably no knight who would not aspire to have his own triumph, and neither does Barion. ”

"He wants to take advantage of this opportunity to become the rightful heir of the kingdom - he will not give up this opportunity, not in the past, and naturally it is even more impossible now!"

"How can we stop him?" asked Edward, without losing any time, "if we really want to put down the rebellion." Berion was the obvious choice—no one could deny the Duke's exploits in the Vast Lands, and his rising deterrent. It can even be said that as long as he appears on the walls of the Vast Earth, how many barbarians and their war chieftain will be willing to fight against this flaming goshawk who has slaughtered countless tribes in the past ten years?"

"Yes, in the whole kingdom of Turin, there is no one more famous and capable of doing this than Berion, in the eyes of all. His Majesty Horace could not have had a second suitable candidate besides him. Marquis Holard immediately nodded: "But because of this, Your Majesty will not let him go, otherwise it would have been decided at today's Imperial Council!"

Edward had no doubt about this - however disguised it was, His Majesty Horace recalled Berrion and bestowed the honorary title of Chancellor of the Seals. And he exuded a posture of great trust, all in order to deprive him of his title of Duke of Hantu City!

With his declining health, his growing son, and his growing power and ambition, Horace could not have had no idea—he was unwilling to kill his blood relatives, but he could not have given up the throne to Berion and start a bloody war that threatened to destroy the entire kingdom of Turin.

"Although there is no second person who has both the title and the ability, there is another option for His Majesty Horace, such as our beloved Prince Anson. The gentle expression on Holard's face became more and more mysterious: "Grant His Highness the title of Duke of Hantu City, so that His Highness also has the title of going to Hantu to quell the rebellion!"

"That's right, if it is the Duke of Hantu City and has the status of the prince of the kingdom, His Royal Highness Anson is simply the best candidate to quell the rebellion - this war will also become a famous battle for His Highness, once the Hantu is pacified, Berion's chips will slowly turn into nothingness, and the entire kingdom will stand behind His Highness Anson, and he will not be given any chance. ”

"But this requires a very capable leader to lead the army for His Highness, defeat one murderous and bloodthirsty war tribe after another, kill those terrifying monsters, and use the bones of millions of living beings to build a throne for His Highness. ”

Horard Minnest spoke extremely bloody and dark words in an almost calm tone, and his eyes became heavier and heavier as he looked at Edward: "Viscount Edward Witwood, are you willing to give everything for Your Highness?"

Surprised? No, Edward was simply unexpected—he had no idea that Holard would identify himself!

"You think it's up to me...... Edward chuckled, "It's not humble—I've never had that experience, I don't have that prestige, and I don't have that much army willing to follow me...... Maybe you should switch to the right person. ”

"No, no, no, experience can be experienced, prestige can be forged, and there are many ways to get the army - bribery, bribery, and opportunity are all part of it. Holard shook his head: "But it can ...... Talent is innate, your record in Bright Star City is enough to prove your talent on the battlefield, this is indelible, and His Highness Anson also has great trust in you, you will be the best candidate. ”

Looking at Holard Minnest's eyes, Edward smiled slightly: "Let me think it through, and I'll give you a perfect answer tomorrow - after all, I also have to discuss it with my family, and I can't let Alan worry about me, right?"

"Then hurry back, I think that the kid who came to Allen should be waiting for you to go back. Holard's face showed a very understanding smile, "But I think after you meet Allen, you should be more convinced that this is the most correct thing to do!" (To be continued.) )