Bandagar Palace, the night is bleak.

Moonlight poured in through the narrow windows, leaving mottled silver spots on Pavel's face. At the end of the hall stood a man, whose figure was elongated by the moonlight, and Pavel could still make out who it was, even from a long distance.

Yes, no one else. There's only Rhodes, King of the North. Indeed, he can be called a king, not a king, but more appealing than a king. While the southern noblelords were still frowning over the recruitment of the legions, the northern legions had already gathered under the command of Rhodes, and in just two weeks, they were marching to the capital city of Kislev.

All this made Pavel helpless. He pondered in the moonlight, and finally understood that he had been just a pawn in the hands of this northern giant for many years, and that crown had brought him not power and glory, but heavy responsibility.

The civil war has stopped, there are many problems, the kingdom is not well governed, no one will say that this is the problem of the great lord of the north, only blame the problem on the king, he is like a puppet, or he was originally a puppet, who was put on the throne without knowing it.

Sooner or later I will break free, yes, Pavel silently swore in his heart. But before that, he had to endure the long night, the shame.

"Rod, you're finally here. Come, then, take your sword, and take your army and your knights, and drive me down from this throne. You must be proud that you are a winner from start to finish. It is you who have lifted me up to this throne, and now you are the same one who will drive me down from this throne. From beginning to end, you are right, you are the embodiment of justice. Proud, isn't it?"

On the throne of the Tsar, encrusted with precious stones, Pavel sneered coldly.

He was still wearing the gold-embroidered cloak and ruby-encrusted armor of the king, and even though he had already lost, lost so completely, Pavel was still unwilling to bend his knees in front of anyone. Especially in front of this lord of the North.

"No, I am not here to remove you from the throne, on the contrary, I have come so that you can continue to sit on the throne. ”

Rod said, taking a step closer. The dragon's tooth greatsword behind him made a clanging sound.

The momentum has completely overwhelmed the Tsar Kislev. But Pavel showed no timidity. In his eyes, Rhodes saw another emotion, one that had never been seen in his eyes before. Yes, for the first time, Rhodes felt the composure of the puppet king.

His eyes were full of resentment, and his fat body sat on the throne, unwilling to move half a step.

"Continue to sit on this throne with no real power, let the nobles blackmail me, sign your bullshit pact? Hehe, there has never been such a thing in Kislev's history. ”

Pavel said coldly.

"That's your own fault. ”

Rod replied coldly as well.

"Blame yourself?" Pavel sneered, "then tell me, what is reasonable and legitimate?

"Everyone knows why Leonids and sons were exiled by you, because of your own misconduct, and in the end you suspect your courtiers and plot to murder him. Do you want to usurp someone else's wife while asking that person to serve you?"

Rod raised his eyebrows coldly.

"That's a frame-up! an insult to their king!"

Pavel shouted.

"There's no point in arguing about that here. Pavel, you are responsible for what you have done. Kislev is where he is today, and it's all your fault. I could have stayed in the north without sending troops and continued to be my lord of the north. And you, because of your own selfish desires, have made the whole of Kislev turbulent again!"

Rod was furious.

"So, you're going to persecute your king, aren't you?"

A contemptuous sneer tugged at the corners of Pavel's mouth.

"You don't deserve to be a king at all. ”

"So, are you worthy? Do you want to be this king again?"

A hint of cunning crossed Pavel's eyes.

In an instant, Rhodes understood, Pavel had grown, yes, he finally understood that he had only cheated into the throne. Just after the end of the civil war, Kislev is difficult to settle down in a short period of time, there will be a lot of thorny troubles, during this period, no matter who becomes the tsar, will face too many difficulties, unless it is indeed very capable, otherwise, becoming the tsar, what it brings to the people will only be disappointment, because the expectations are too high, in exchange for only disappointment. Pavel may have finally understood that he was not only a puppet king, but also a punching bag for the populace to vent their resentment.

"I never wanted to be a king. Rhodes replied categorically, "No matter what you think, you are responsible for your actions." See you at the palace tomorrow morning. The nobles' representatives have already drawn up the treaty, and you must have read it carefully, sign it, and let Kislev gain temporary stability, even if only for three or five years. ”

"Put away your false kindness! the most hypocritical person is you!"

Pavel screamed, his voice so high that it almost broke—

"I don't want to see any bullshit treaties at all, you and those nobles have joined forces against me, deep down in your heart, you are calculating to wait for me to ascend to the throne, right? Then you and your precious daughter will be the rulers of Kislev. Beasts in human skin!"

When Pavel finished speaking, a smug smile broke out on his face.

"I really regret marrying my daughter to you. She could have had a happy family. ”

"Do you think your daughter is noble and pure?"

Pavel scoffed.

Rhodes was going to turn around and leave, no longer reasoning with this crazy guy. Pavel shouted behind him—

"Dennis is nothing but a slut!"

At this time, it completely annoyed Rod. Almost in a heartbeat, Rhodes had already turned and pounced, and the dragon's tooth greatsword rose and fell, slashing between Pavel's legs, almost cutting off the symbol of the man. The hilt of the sword trembled, and Pavel trembled......

"Hahahaha, good...... Very good...... I value honor very much. Let me tell you why Boris was sent to the frontier because your precious daughter seduced him to bed!"

Pavel laughed wildly, his voice trembling like a demon.

For a moment, Rod's face turned blue. But the composure quickly dispelled the rage, and thinking of his daughter Dennis's recent unusual behavior, combined with the Tsar's frenzied performance, Rhodes guessed that this incident might not be made up by Pavel.