It was the end of the month, and the night was dark.

On both sides of the Triumph Avenue, the magic lamps hanging high emitted a strong blue and white light. The lampposts made of black iron stood craggly, like spears piercing the sky, and like two columns of dutiful sentinels, guarding the main road in front of the palace.

Snowton is a poor country, so it is only at such moments of importance that rare enchanted lamps are arranged. In normal times, the brass headlamps that are mainly fueled by butter are hung here, which not only tremble and flicker, but also emit an unpleasant smell.

In addition to the frolicking children and vendors, young couples in love also take the opportunity to stroll under the trees with lanterns.

However, they like to take secluded paths, and Modesic did not bump into them. He glanced up at the dark sky and subconsciously quickened his pace.

Unlike other officers from the military, Modesic had a deep hatred for horseback riding, and even horse-drawn carriages were not often used. Most of the time, he preferred to go on foot, but fortunately Norman City was not as vast as Vanuna, and the proximity of the government offices to the aristocratic ghettos did not overwhelm the royal seal.

Since when did she develop this habit? Such trivial things, Modusic has forgotten about jì. But he liked the lively atmosphere, and preferred the sense of alienation when he walked through the crowd, when everyone was drunk and I was alone.

At this moment, in the narrow street on the side, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked out quickly and walked straight towards him. Behind Modesic. A sleek guard swept the other party's lowered left hand, nodded slightly, and took a step back. The middle-aged man put away his secret gestures. Walking side by side with Modesic for a few moments, the two muttered a few words under their own breath before separating again.

Watching him fade into the bustling crowd, Mordschic stopped by a lamppost. With the blue-white glare of light, he quickly skimmed the piece of paper in his hand, which was the latest information to arrive.

"Really...... Good intentions. The pedestrians around him didn't seem to know that the young man was sighing next to him. is one of the participants in the decision-making of the empire. With the chuckle on his face, as well as some inexplicable looks, he looks like a noble son who has received a love letter.

According to the regulations of the Ministry of Intelligence. Correspondence had to be written in code, so Modesic was not worried, and passers-by would be able to discover the secrets.

Carefully putting away the paper, he thought for a moment. Just keep moving forward.

Not far away. The brightly lit royal palace is already in sight.

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Snowton's political system originated from the "double account" system of the nomadic period thousands of years ago, and was divided into two courts: the inner and outer courts.

The Outer Court set up three divisions and six provinces, headed by the Ministry of Government Affairs and the Ministry of Military Affairs, which were responsible for the affairs of the whole country, and were the main administrative organs of Snowton.

The inner court is the private department of the king, mainly responsible for the internal affairs of the palace, royal family members and many other aspects. But a thousand years have passed. The aristocratic forces gradually took control of the major positions of the outer court, and later. Even the power of the rulers of the empire was greatly constrained. In order to check and balance, the previous kings continued to expand the power of the inner court, using it as a means to oppose the outer court.

For example, the position of "seal officer" was originally only a small official responsible for keeping the seal, but now he has become an important adviser who can participate in military decision-making, and together with the clerk and other close ministers, he forms the king's staff group.

Because of this, Modesecic has been unimpeded all the way. His tooth tag was made from the bones of alien beasts, and it emitted a faint fluorescence in the dark night, making it difficult to imitate. When the palace attendants who arrived at the side gate saw his face clearly, they were even more respectful, and hurriedly led the big red man in front of the king to the palace.

In the last few days, things have been complicated, and it was not until nightfall that the king of Nacini had received the last of the foreign envoys, and returned to the side courtyard on the side of the apse, exhausted.

The tempering of time is quite obvious in this young king. The pale cyan mustache climbed up to the originally smooth jaw, and on the handsome cheeks, there were even two shallow nasolabial folds. The Second Highness, who was once heroic, is now a little less frivolous and a little more majestic, only the long hair on his head is still as bright as gold, shining in the candlelight.

When Mordesic arrived, he was still having dinner. Without the slightest hesitation, however, Nacini ordered his attendants to announce his entry. When they were still fighting in the Wolf Plain, the two of them talked about the rise, and even talked about the same tent at night, a little courtesy, which was nothing at all.

Having said that, after Mordecic entered the temple, he still respectfully performed a full set of etiquette. The king can not care about false courtesy, but he has to be careful, otherwise if he is seen by someone with a heart, he will inevitably fall into the trap.

"Alright," Nacini said with a wave of his hand, causing him to stand up, and then inferred in a firm tone, "you must not have eaten yet, come along." ”

Mordschic couldn't tell whether his tone was asking or asking, so he could only cautiously approach the purple nanmu table and sit at the bottom.

The attendant set up the utensils for him and served him a dish identical to that in front of Nacini. Amid the quiet sound of knives and forks colliding with silver plates, Nacini suddenly asked, "What have you gained today?"

"On the whole, it was the same, but Allegri's reaction was slightly different from what his subordinates expected. Modesic pondered for a moment, and summarized as succinctly and precisely as he could.

"Oh?" Nacini asked, looking up curiously, "what arrangements have you made?"

"Tell the king, before and after, the subordinates have made a total of three temptations," Mordschic put down his knife and fork, and replied in detail, "The arrangement of the courtyard is one place, and the old general Kudran is the other place, and finally, the courtiers led Viscount Davide to have a head-on conflict with him......"

He told what he had done and revealed, and even the excuse of inducing Davide was not concealed in the slightest. Nacini bowed his head slightly as he listened, and did not seem to be dissatisfied with his unauthorized behavior.

"Given the above information, Allegri is not dissenting, at least for now. When Mordesic finished speaking, he came to his own conclusion, a conclusion that was just and unadulterated with any personal feelings.

"Well......" King Nacini rubbed the stubble on his chin, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, is he angry?"

"Is this...... After being knocked to the ground by Viscount Davide, he gave orders to his retinue," Mordschic described in fifteen-ten, recalling a moment, "and his exact words were, then hit, hit hard." ”

"That's quite rare," said Nacini, sipping his wine, and laughing, "my old friend, who has always been a dough man, seems to have gone too far." ”

"And what should we do with him, Your Majesty?" Modesic immediately inquired, leaning forward slightly, as if expecting it. (To be continued......)

PS: (More tomorrow.) ）