"Finally...... It worked. ”

In the hall of the Imperial Council, Berrion, who breathed a long sigh of relief, showed a kind of relaxation on his face that he had not been in a long time, and the things that had worried him the most had now been put aside.

The man who had stood in the way of Horace, the man who had given him the courage to pick up his sword...... He's dead. And his knights are already their own!

Just two quarters of an hour earlier, Gaio Valence had sent his attendants to deliver a letter and a head—the meaning was clear, that he and the Knights of the Sacred Tree under his command would swear allegiance to Berrion and stand with great determination.

Excited, excited, relaxed...... Everything that had once frightened him the most was drifting away in the air like dust, and the crown of flaming goshawks, which shone with three hundred years of brilliance, seemed to be beckoning to him.

With the support of the Knights of the Sacred Tree and the entire East, with the support of the entire Turin nobility - and what does dear Anson's nephew have is nothing more than tens of thousands of Hantu legions, and he can recruit an equal number of elite legions in the East at any time, and several times the number of knights with him!

There's nothing wrong with the fact that the Minests are powerful - but their royal fleet can't be on land, and the mercenaries can't be absolutely loyal to them. As for the lords of the south, who had their own evil intentions, they had no record of a successful rebellion since they were conquered by Levi I three hundred years ago, so there was nothing to fear.

Time, money, army, authority are already in hand. There was nothing to fear at all - I just had to wait patiently for my dear brother Horace to go to hell. You can get what is supposed to be your own.

Thinking so, Berion carefully put down the coffee cup in his hand. With a smug smile on his face, he glanced at Chancellor of the Exchequer Kane Durant beside him, and pointed to the empty chairs in front of him: "It seems that all the adults are late today, do you know what happened?"

"Probably because the esteemed Marquis Holard Minest didn't come, and they didn't dare to come, right?" As a loyal fan of the Lord of the Seals, Kane Durant certainly knew what Berrion wanted to say, and took it with a smirk: "Now that Marquis, I'm afraid I don't even have the courage to see you, right?"

"Even if he put thousands of knightly swords of the Knights of the Sacred Tree around his neck, he wouldn't move. Barrion chuckled and shook his head: "Others are in awe of him. And not just because he was the Marquis of Minest. ”

"Speaking of the Knights, there are quite a few adults who want me to ask you on their behalf about our alliance with the Knights and the entire East. Kane Durant, who had a humble face, said cautiously: "Of course, they are all words that show concern for you, and they think you may ...... I don't know what kind of threat the Knights of the Sacred Tree pose to the entire kingdom, and it's too dangerous to cooperate with them!"

"So, what do they want you to 'convey'?"

"Your Excellency, I would like to ask you how far our cooperation with the Knights is going?" the Chancellor of the Exchequer sneered and rubbed his hands, "Perhaps we can think about what we should do with them now when you get the position that belongs to you—of course, there is no doubt that we can't put these lowly countrymen on an equal footing with many noble Turin families, right?"

"Humble redneck. Noble Turin family, on an equal footing?" Berion smiled coldly: "What you said is really interesting - if we don't join forces with these 'lowly' knights of the East. Where can we find armies and knights that can fight against the entire kingdom?"

"This, this ......"

"Let me be clear, the Knights of the Sacred Tree are a force to be reckoned with in the entire kingdom, and they deserve the respect of all, and I will never use any means against these loyal knights!" Barrion stood up suddenly, "Tell you noble lords that their worthless lives are being protected by the knights they see as lowly!"

"Of course, if you feel that you can find a more suitable person to become the king of Turin, or you can fight against the upcoming legions of Hantu City, I am also willing to go to the East to fight the knights of the Knights of the Sacred Tree against the heretics of the Blood Cliff - I believe that dear Anson's nephew should not give you any good face, do you think he will kill you all and crush your bones?!"

"Please, please don't do this, we're just thinking about you!" Kane Durant was almost scared to pee, trembling and paralyzing into mud: "The only person who is qualified to be the monarch of the Kingdom of Turin, of course, is you!"

"Then I'm so honored!" a sneering Berion pulled open his cloak, slammed open the closed door and walked outside, without looking back.

In fact, from the day he joined forces with these Turin nobles, he had seen the ugly faces of these people - arrogant and inferior, fierce but cowardly, timid but unscrupulous, self-righteous and unprincipled...... If there is a word to describe these people, I am afraid that parasites are the best.

As the kingdom expanded, the institutions and privileges that had ruled the city-states did not disappear with it, but were preserved. Levy Marcherus changed the world on the east coast of the sea, but he couldn't change the tiny city of Turin.

Obviously, the cumbersome and restrictive traditions of the city-state era have long been useless, but they have hindered the normal operation of the kingdom everywhere, but they are still holding on to those powers that should not belong to them for a long time, so that the power of a Turin king in Turin is not even comparable to the authority of a southern lord in his territory.

The once young Berion once looked at his father, a king with such power, whose orders sometimes could not even get out of the Marcherus hills, and in the hall of the royal council, he would be prevaricated and vetoed by the self-righteous 'nobles of the family' for various reasons.

This is definitely not the authority that a king should have, this is definitely not the situation that a king should face - the whole kingdom, there should be only one voice, one will, one goal and one ambition, that is the real kingdom of Turin, the kingdom of Turin that conquered almost the whole of the East three hundred years ago!

Whether it is a knight order, or a Turin noble, they are nothing more than tools and expediencies to be used, and sooner or later they will all be swept away, and a pure, united kingdom of Turin, a kingdom of incomparably powerful and feared Turin.

Stepping on the hard, cold floor beneath his feet, looking at the end of the corridor in the distance, Berion could still feel the fear he had once had, as if the burly figure was still standing outside the door, raising the sharp knight's sword and aiming it at himself.

But it was only an illusion, and there was nothing outside the door—for he had withdrawn all the guards on the first day of Horace's illness, and had transferred the loyal guards and royal knights for all sorts of reasons, so that there was not even a single person here.

Only that man, only Mercer Kane, could not have let him go in any way - but now that he was dead, he could no longer stand in front of that door, and there would never be anyone to protect his dearest brother Horace.

Step by step, the smug smile on Berion's face became more and more obvious, and he stood in front of the door as if he was driving away a ghost, and then held the doorknob tightly, pushing forward with all his strength.

The door opened.

Cautiously, Berrion walked into the room, the golden sunlight shining on the spotless bed, and the white-haired Horace lay quietly on the bed, except for breathing, not much different from a corpse.

Seeing this scene, Berion did not have smugness on his face, let alone sadness, but smiled and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Horace, I'm in. (To be continued.) )