In the suburbs, by the river, a deserted path. A few miles along this trail covered in black forests, you can see the soothing and tranquil figure of the Lanxin River, a tributary of the Saine River. Under the light of the stars, the pale blue water of the Lanxin River is filled with a charming glow.

Several ancient banyan trees by the river have hung down countless aerial roots, and dense vines are wrapped around the aerial roots, creating a large space between these ancient and huge banyan trees. A small, well-concealed wooden building stood among the banyan trees, and the house and the banyan trees were almost integrated, making it difficult for even the most elite scouts to find this small building.

This forest belonged to a powerful viscount in the imperial capital, and it was his family's private domain, so it was rarely approached on weekdays. Occasionally, some nobles who were good friends with the viscount would picnic and go on outings in the woods, but no one ever came to such a remote place.

So it's always been very secluded, very private, and naturally very safe. Even the palace guards, who had many eyes and ears, didn't notice this.

In the wooden building, which is usually empty, the lights are lit at this moment. The furnishings in the wooden building are extremely simple, with a huge throne in the center, dozens of high-backed wooden chairs neatly placed on both sides, and the walls of the wooden building are decorated with specimens made of wild animal heads, which looks like a very ordinary picnic meeting place.

But the people who appear here today are not ordinary at all, and sitting on that throne in the center is none other than the Grand Prince of the Gallic Empire, who made a great name at the end of the Hundred Years of Land Island War, known as Thuram, who is known as the iron wall of the empire.

The body is tall, the rough face is full of messy beard residue, the corners of the mouth on both sides are visibly protruding from the back of the head to two strong chewing muscles, like two small snakes lurking under the skin, coupled with the high and erect bridge of the nose, deep golden eyes, this qiē gives Thuram a breathtaking charm.

It is like a lion curled up, and it contains a powerful power like a volcanic eruption.

With his chin in his right hand, Thuram leaned on the armrest of the throne and looked coldly at the dozen or so men in plain black cloth robes sitting in the wooden building, and their demeanor was magnanimous and graceful.

"It's a mess, it's a mess!" Thuram snorted after a long, long time.

Glancing at his son who was standing beside him, Thuram let out a deep sigh, "Mares!"

Maris turned to Thuram's side with her head down, carefully bending down. Then Thuram unceremoniously slapped Maris in the face, slapping him far away, and slamming his head against the wall of the cabin.

"Waste, this kind of trivial matter has been done like this! This is the last time I will tolerate you to make mistakes, if you don't do it well, you will replace your brother!" Thuram roared in a low voice: "I have several sons, and I don't have to worry about no one inheriting my blood and status! If you don't do well, then change people!" Do you understand?"

Maris stood up with a wince, and bowed deeply to Thuram.

Thuram gave Maris a disgusted look and shook his head slightly. With a cold snort, Thuram looked at the black-robed men, "What do you think? Maris has lost to the little rabbit cub of Latus twice in a row, what do you think about this?"

An old man with gray hair and beard stood up, he smiled, and nodded lightly to Thuram: "A child's gamble is just a game, and winning or losing is nothing. But there are two things worth noting, and that's the most important thing. ”

Thuram nodded, and raised his hand to the old man for him to continue.

The old man touched his beard, squinted his eyes and said: "First of all, His Royal Highness Latus actually has a spokesperson in the Army Academy, does the third prince want to install people in the army? That Enzo, as well as those people around him, and all the members of the Iron Fist Regiment, His Highness needs to find a way to clean them out." ”

Pursing his lips and smiling, the old man looked at Thuram: "I must admit that the reason why Your Highness has the advantage is because you have the support of the army. As long as Your Majesty does not express his position, the army is your greatest help, Your Highness. No matter which member of the royal family wants to attack the army, His Royal Highness will do his best. ”

Thuram sneered, he looked at the old man and asked, "What about the second point?"

The old man frowned, and he looked at Thuram with a little embarrassment: "The second gamble of the two little highnesses, the mother of His Royal Highness Latus actually used her dowry to help His Highness Latus. We must be wary of whether the Harran Empire will come to the aid of the Three Princes. This is your greatest weakness, Your Highness, you are outside the Empire, and there is no one to support you!"

Thuram's face turned ugly, he narrowed his eyes, and snorted heavily, "I don't need any support outside of the Empire. If the Harran Empire dares to meddle in our affairs, then they are asking for trouble. ”

Laughing arrogantly, Thuram snorted coldly: "However, if the Harran Empire really intends to meddle in the internal affairs of the empire, it will also be a trouble. You say, 'How can I make my restless third brother lose this aid?'

Mares looked up sharply, "Isn't that easy, send Latus's mother to the gods!"

Thuram slapped a backhand and sent Maris flying away. He scolded angrily: "Fool, kill his mother, he is still the grandson of the Emperor of the Harran Empire, as long as he has the intention to interfere, what can he stop by killing a woman?"

Glaring at Maris angrily, Thuram said coldly: "Enough, don't get involved here, get out of here, go and ask Bhikkhus what kind of rubbish he sent to help you, why did he run away halfway?" ”

Mares didn't dare to say any nonsense, and hurriedly covered her face and ran out of the door of the small building.

Thuram stopped him again, and after a moment of silence, he summoned Maris back to his side and gave him a few more words.

"Either way, your two losses to Latus are too ugly. Your grandfather won't ignore this! If you still want to have the qualifications to take over the throne, find a way to defeat Latus! This time, I won't help you, it's all up to you what you do! However, I can give you a Jianyì, you can't just move Latus, then start with his henchmen! Kill all the people he has recently recruited!"

After laughing cruelly, Thuram said in a dark voice: "Even his own subordinates can't be saved, what qualifications does he have to fight you?"

Maris hurriedly saluted Thuram and strode out of the wooden building.

Thuram snorted, squinted at Mareth's back, and slowly leaned his entire body on the throne.

"This waste, I've always suspected that he's not my son!" Thuram spread his hands and smiled helplessly at everyone in the wooden building, "Ever since I found out that his mother was having an affair with outsiders, I killed that slut." It's a pity, if it weren't for that, I would have the support of Caesar's Empire right now?"

After a few sneaky laughs, Thuram waved his hand vigorously: "Fuck Caesar's Empire! A mean woman, and a stupid son who is probably not of my blood! Anyway, I have a lot of children, and I don't owe him one, let him be embarrassed to bounce outside! The uglier he looks, the less wary some people will be of me, and that's a good thing, Hausen, what do you think?"

The contemporary family of the Pavel family, the Imperial Viscount and Imperial Major General Hausen stood up with a smile: "What His Highness said is extremely reasonable. It's just that in this actual combat exercise, he is really embarrassed by my unsuccessful child, and please be considerate of Your Highness!"

Thuram sighed heavily, narrowed his eyes, and waved his hand vigorously.

It was a long time before Thuram spoke again: "Haolin is very good, House is a little lacking, but if you polish it well, you will be a good hand." Let them study hard at the Army Academy for a year, and then send them to the Southern Army for a few years. ”

Hausen smiled and nodded.

Thuram looked at the white-haired old man who had just stood up, and after a long time, he smiled weakly.

"You should have seen that Maris provoked Latus one after another, but lost to Latus one after another, and even lost several veins under my name, which I did on purpose. For example, I wanted them to lose!"

Glancing at the suddenly startled Hausen, Thuram nodded slowly: "Yes, Hausen, I deliberately let Maris lose." So in my plan, the team that your son has assembled is unlikely to win the final victory!, but I am ready to compensate House, and I have arranged for him in the Southern Army. ”

Hausen bowed deeply to Thuram, and then he looked at Thuram in bewilderment.

The white-haired old man also frowned: "Your Highness, then things are very strange, since you intend to let them lose, why ......"

Thuram's face was strange, and he laughed gloomily: "Now everyone suspects that I mobilized the Viper to help Mareth?

The faces of everyone in the wooden building became extremely strange for a moment, and they all looked at Thuram in horror.

With a wry smile, Thuram slapped his forehead heavily: "Earl Bird is my right-hand man, and with him in the military headquarters, I can rest assured that I can command the army outside." But this time, because of the viper, Bird was arrested by the guards, and it is estimated that it will not end well...... One of my arms was chopped off, but I don't know whose hand it was?"

Thuram's voice became extremely eerie and eerie.

"What scares me even more is, who got around me and mobilized the viper, and who would do it?"

"Sixty viper elites went to kill a few young men, and they were wiped out by those rookies, do you believe it?"

"Who the hell is it?" (To be continued)