Silver Palace, Council Hall.

In contrast to the hall-like layout common in other kingdoms, the interior of the council hall is a two-story building, with a ceiling between the upper and lower floors, five huge portraits hanging, and a wooden platform surrounded by a circle of balconies on the second floor, which belonged to the higher ministers, nobles, and important members of the royal family.

Jiang Yuan walked into a platform, followed by two alchemy swordsmen, because his trousers were torn by crumbs, he took a formal suit from the hanger in the study when he left, the silver-white men's dress was quite comfortable, he had no necessary need for dress, and he usually wore black only to facilitate Yan Ling's initially, but later he was too lazy to choose.

The surface of the blouse has gold-plated decorative shoulder pads at the shoulders, the chain on the chest tends to enhance the sense of layering rather than practicality, the royal family of Asra is generally blonde, this consciousness projection is quite suitable for the identity, and this is not ignored, and in the sunlight of the rising sun outside the window, the hair color becomes lighter, tending to white gold.

Even more than the charismatic posture was displayed on the imperial court, due to the sleepiness and the warm sunlight flowing down from the side roof of the hall, that indifference was greatly alleviated, Jiang Yuan noticed the dense gaze, and said:

"It's too sunny, please change my position next time."

Hearing this, the recorder wrote this history, but this has been glorified and tampered with in later generations.

[Wang Zhuang turned against the capital, looked at the scorching sun, and said in disgust: This brilliance is not as good as mine, and it should be avoided.] ]

King Asra couldn't cry or laugh, there was really no one in the royal capital who was so bold as to dare to take the initiative to ask him in public.

"It's all right, but the price is high, if you are willing to hand over the 20,000 Tumiit army that broke through the dwarven army, I can let you sit next to me next time." King Asra said that this was both a joke and a temptation.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, the good thing came too suddenly, which made him a little uncomfortable.

The process of sending spies into the inner layers of the major families is very laborious, and once the army is absorbed, in order to ensure the strength of the command, it must be disrupted and reorganized, so that most of the royal troops will be sifted through the sand, and the left and right are nothing more than tens of thousands of gold coins.

"The minister is willing to listen to the arrangement of the king, and these 20,000 people will be presented immediately." Jiang Yuan said sincerely.

The rootless man who had been with him for decades leaned over and whispered a few words, and a trace of consternation appeared on King Asla's expression, and after calming down, he smiled and said:

"Why, you still have a crush on this chair."

"Brother Wang laughed." Jiang Yuan glanced at the rootless man, rumored to be the leader of the royal family's spy force, a natural mind-reading spell, the reason why he is not a god son is because of the sound of his heart, which can almost kill people, if he walks through a densely populated street, insanity is just a matter of blink of an eye.

There is a price and a limit to the number of times you can read minds, but the Marquis of the King's Blood who clamped down on the Plains of Norforth is undoubtedly worth using the ability.

"You also know it's a joke." King Asra snorted coldly, "Let's begin, you still think you are more beautiful than those concubines, I don't have time to admire your faces...... Except for Shalier and Ariel. ”

The king's collection of the aristocratic army, given that someone is the blood of the king, the implementation of this matter is between the two possibilities, there are advantages and disadvantages, and the consequence is to incur the dissatisfaction of the noble group, depending on the king's personal considerations.

On the first floor, the nobles and ministers successively reported on the situation in the summer and autumn, mainly on taxes, followed by changes in office and the enforcement of laws.

The king has the highest power to appoint and dismiss, but the low-level positions are arranged by their respective superiors, and they are uniformly played at the end of the autumn when the royal court is assembled, during which they are actually deputies, but now His Majesty never cares, so it seems that the power is decentralized.

Halfway through the report, an earl appeared, looking extremely haggard, with gray hair, and although he maintained his manners and decency, his eyes were staring fiercely at Darius on the second floor.

"Your Majesty, the minister has grievances to play."

"Let's talk about it." King Asra picked up a berry from the Northlands and put it to his nose and sniffed it.

"The courtier's daughter is nineteen years old this year, just because of her petite body, she was privately detained by Darius, and she disappeared for a year.

"You're saying she escaped from the place of detention herself."

King Asra frowned, if that was the case, the perpetrator was a waste.

"And a couple of girls who were traveling with me."

"Juggernaut?"

"Just poor ordinary girl."

"Darius, explain."

A bald man took a step forward from the platform, came to the wooden fence and saluted, saying:

"Your Majesty, at that time, His Royal Highness Lars, the eldest son of the former king, lived in the manor, and his behavior was too much even for the ministers."

Darius was right, but he knew that this matter was not enough for His Majesty to order the rootless to use their powers, and the other party's calamity had reached a very serious level.

"So what."

"His Highness Russ has pleaded guilty."

The Count was suspicious, he deserved a clue from his only daughter that the perpetrator was wearing a mask, and it was indeed impossible to determine who it was, but Darius had a bad record and could never escape it.

"Please investigate thoroughly, Lily is also the daughter of your Wang Xuewei!"

"When the news first came out, didn't I already have the Guards investigate thoroughly, do you still want me to send the forbidden army?" King Asra said impatiently: "Since you have confessed your guilt, then behead it, and give my king blood guard an explanation, the blood of the ancestors, this sincerity is not unimportant, don't be insatiable." ”

Of course, he knew that there was something strange in it, and Darius was not a good thing, but in the eyes of the king, there was no such thing as a traitor, a provider of military pillars, money bags, and amusement projects, and more importantly, there was such a guy, and most people would pin their hatred on each other, they were just fooled, and when the fire burned the plains, there were also people who could use it to apologize.

Jiang Yuan watched this scene happen, King Asra was in a wonderful state, his people won the throne from the struggle, naturally there is merit, at least in terms of politics, but it is definitely not virtuous, a bit of a quantum state, when the wind is an excellent king, the wind becomes unscrupulous.

Darius instructed the forbidden army to drag the count down, and said:

"Your Majesty, the royal family has an iron law of inheritance."

Only the King's Blood can kill the King's Blood, and the rest of the slaughterers, whoever they are, will be considered enemies by the entire royal family.

"Shaliye, you are willing to do it for you." King Asra asked, knocking his forehead a few times.

"I don't want to." Jiang Yuan replied calmly.

King Asra: "......"

You're inexplicably tough.

Darius: "......"

How dare you refuse!?

First Prince: "......"

How did things stop at this juncture.

"Judging the king's blood is a family matter, if Your Majesty does not want to be stained with blood, it should also be taken over by a successor, the minister is already an outsider after all, and he should not interfere too much except to support His Majesty."

After a long silence, King Asra pondered and said, "Then let Gravel come." ”

It was naturally best for Shaliye to do so, so as to completely cut off the friendship with the other royal families, but this statement also made sense, and the status and symbolism of the judge were self-evident.

After many years, Darius once again heard the sound of his own heartbeat, and he calmed his breathing, secretly glad that he had once again followed the advice of the god of men, otherwise he would have fallen short, and the unjust killing of the king's blood would have a great impact on the follow-up.

"Your Majesty, the first prince suffered a sword wound on his wrist while hunting, I'm afraid there is nothing he can do."

The First Prince frowned when he heard this, and showed his wrist, if this was a situation that Darius had planned in advance, then it seemed that he would have to re-examine the other party's strategy.

(End of chapter)