The morning light peeks softly out from behind the mountains.

The golden light sprinkled on the blue brick streets of the royal capital, covering the ancient city with a soft glow.

Grunt grunt –

The wheels gurgle along the brick road, and the bumps that are produced echo in the early morning air.

Richly decorated and jewel-encrusted carriages, one after the other, gathered in the center from all sides of the royal capital.

The towering palace is even more splendid in the golden morning light.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually blended in from all sides, and finally calmed down in the square in front of the palace.

The nobles, supported by their servants, slowly emerged from the carriage.

They gathered together, but there was not a single greeting in a tacit understanding.

The eyes of the ministers and nobles were focused on the towering palace.

They marched steadily, neatly lined up on both sides of the palace, rushing towards the palace.

Everyone knows that today, a big event will happen in the palace.

The reason is naturally the return of the head of the Nareser family.

And these ministers in a hurry are all spectators of this big drama.

The nobles lined up neatly in front of the palace gates, and the morning sun shone on their ornate robes, outlining a dazzling light.

They were just about to enter the palace, but suddenly they stood at the door at the same time.

Because at some point, a man was already standing in the center of the palace.

It exudes a calm and mysterious atmosphere.

He stepped on the red carpet with his feet in front of the throne, but showed no respect or humility.

The sides of the palace were empty and quiet, as if waiting for the courtiers to arrive.

The red curtain hangs high from the golden ceiling, like a flowing river, gracefully brushing the ground.

And the man squinted, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and seemed to have a somewhat imperceptible smile.

His body looked a little thin and young, and there were no wrinkles on his handsome face.

Dressed in a straight and upright suit, he wore a family emblem of the Lesser family on his chest, like a golden blooming flower.

With a black top hat on his head and a cane in his hand, he looked at the throne in front of him and stood silently.

On the edge of his ears were two small golden wings.

A pair of golden pupils seem to reveal the ever-changing mystery and majesty all the time.

The ministers standing at the gate of the palace all widened their eyes when they saw him.

Because of this person, they are not only familiar, but also very familiar with his identity.

Lipoot Reesser.

His reappearance undoubtedly bodes well, at least for the ministers who support the Grand Prince.

However, none of these ministers and nobles had received prior information.

Originally, it was thought that a noble person like Liboot Reeser should have returned to the royal capital with a luxury convoy.

Then, let their ministers rush to welcome them at the city gates.

In the worst-case scenario, important ministers should also be invited.

Coupled with the fluttering of grand bunting and the spread of a red carpet sprinkled with flowers, the royal prince entered the city with joy.

But the head of the Rayser family came back quietly, to everyone's surprise,

It's even strangely quiet.

All the nobles present have their own intelligence clues.

The group of loyal shadows underneath are lurking in various places, collecting all kinds of information and doing their duty.

At the very least, they can be called masters of hidden information gathering.

However, no one noticed such a big thing as the return of the head of the Rayser family to the royal capital.

All they knew was that the head of the Rayser family would return to the royal capital in the near future.

As a result, early the next morning, the people had been waiting in the palace for a long time.

Like a ghost, he suddenly flashed in front of all the nobles.

This man is as mysterious as ever. ’

'It hasn't changed. ’

However, Lipoot just stood on the red blanket and did not move.

Ignore the muttering of ministers in the distance.

Then, as if sensing something, he slowly raised his head and looked into the deep passage deep in the throne.

The other nobles followed his gaze and looked behind the throne.

There, a rickety figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

The broad robe dragged the ground, and the crooked back walked leisurely towards the throne.

Obviously, his body is rickety, but in the eyes of others, his body is still like a mountain, exuding a dull and majestic atmosphere.

The distance was far away, and it had already accelerated the palpitations of all the ministers present.

Only Lipoot stood still, his expression calm as usual.

Oberly turned his hands behind his back, and walked alone to the throne.

Feeling the heavy oppression on their faces, the fine beads of sweat on the foreheads of the nobles outlined their anxiety.

They crowded in front of the door, bowing as respectfully as they could.

When the Emperor appeared in front of him, Leopold placed a hand lightly on his chest and bowed gracefully to the Emperor.

Then, slowly, he spoke:

"Without notifying the imperial family, I returned to the royal capital without authorization, I hope Your Majesty will not blame."

Even in front of the emperor, he still maintained a calm elegance.

This made all the nobles envious.

And Oberly also sat on the throne, his eyes solemn and cloudy, staring directly at Leopold.

He waved his hand and spoke:

"Bow and you'll be excused."

"And you, if you come in and say something, standing at the door, it doesn't have a good impact."

Bad impact? What does this affect?

The ministers lined up on either side of the palace looked at each other, exchanging doubts in their eyes.

Although the ministers could not guess the true meaning of Oberly, they all got up slowly and entered the palace with respectful and orderly steps.

Each of the courtiers found their place and stood there, staring solemnly at the Emperor.

However, only the head of the Rayser family still stood in the center of the red carpet, maintaining a bowing posture.

Oberly's gaze fell on him and he asked:

"Lipoot, it seems that you have any opinion of me."

"What questions do you want to say?"

Lipoot maintained a bowing posture, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly:

"Your Majesty, I'm here to apologize."

Oberly leaned back slightly, leaned back lazily in his chair, and said with some amusement:

"Oh, tell me, what's your sin?"

Lipoot bowed his head, and his tone revealed incomparable humility:

"One of my sons has an affair with the devil, but his wife is very conniving with it."

"I can't escape the blame for all this."

"Your Majesty, in order to atone for my sins, I am willing to return the entire wealth of the Rayser family to the Empire."

The moment Lipoot's voice fell, the nobles present were all stunned.

Stunned, they looked at each other in disbelief.

What's going on?

How could the head of the Rayser family say that, could it be..... He succumbed in front of the emperor?

This is not just a suction, it is simply a gift to the entire Rayser family to the empire.

The Rather family is financially powerful enough to dominate the economic lifeblood of the southern part of the empire.

And now, he wants to give all this wealth to the empire, to Oberly?

It seems that even Oberly felt a hint of surprise, sat up straight, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Lipoot:

"Oh? Are you sure you want to do this? ”

Lipoot was silent, only to hear Aubery snort:

"Dare to kidnap your entire family to negotiate terms with me."

"You're still the same you, haven't changed at all."

He waved his hand and said lightly:

"Your son has already paid for his stupidity, and you don't need to atone for it anymore."

"Stand up on your own, just go up and stay without saying anything."

The nobles present were relieved to hear the emperor's words, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The sudden cold sweat on their foreheads expressed their discomfort at the moment.

Waves stirred up in their hearts, and the abyss that rolled almost swallowed up their sanity completely.

The ministers wiped the sweat from their palms and steadied their still trembling hands.

Thankfully, His Majesty didn't really accept this crazy offer.

The Rayser family did this, not to mention kidnapping their entire family.

That's literally roasting all the nobles at the stake.

Suppose the Emperor heard Lipoot say this, and really agreed to Lipoot's method of atonement.

If the emperor accepted Lipoot's proposal, it would mean that each of them could become a victim.

Once the Rayser family opened this precedent in advance.

Further on, if someone else makes a mistake.

Then, they are estimated to be like the Lesser family today, burying all their family wealth.

Why?

Just because the Rayser family made some mistakes and gave away all the family funds, why don't you do it?

After all, who can guarantee that they will not make mistakes in their lives?

The Rayser family is okay, at least they still have the identity of the royal family.

But what about these aristocratic ministers?

They have nothing but this title of nobility.

No one can accept that all the wealth they have worked so hard for has been stolen.

If this day really happens, I'm afraid these nobles will think about it first.

It's about how to transfer all your possessions safely and quickly.

However, many nobles have not yet figured out what Lipoot's intentions are in doing so.

At this point, Lipoot slowly straightened up and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

His face was not shocked, and he silently walked to the side of the palace.

Many ministers secretly glanced at him, anxious.

Please, we're not here to see this at the palace today.

If Aurelian became emperor, half of their life's work would be ruined.

After all, they never supported Aurelian.

Before, when the nobles saw the eldest prince and the second prince competing for the throne, they could all see a glimmer of hope.

But Aurelian was directly named heir, a situation they would never want to see - except for Clavenna.

Except for Cravinah.

The ministers exchanged anxious glances with each other, like ants on a hot pan, and could not help whispering.

Hopefully someone will step up and break this dull deadlock.

Suddenly, a nobleman in a gorgeous robe leaned forward slightly, intending to stand up.

It's Marquis Tsner!

The ministers' eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening before them.

After all, in this game of power, it is often the first victim who dares to come forward.

As a supporter of the Second Prince's faction, he couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart.

He was just about to take a step when he opened his mouth to speak:

"Your Majesty'......"

Before he could finish the first word, he suddenly felt a chill that pierced his bones, and his breath froze.

The Marquis of Tsner stiffened his neck and turned his head slightly.

I saw a deliberate, shriveled smile on Lipoot's face.

Those golden eyes seemed to warn him.

Eventually, the Marquis quietly retracted the half-step he had taken.

The body involuntarily leaned back and chose to be silent.

Seeing this, the surrounding ministers sighed one after another, and the tension in their hearts surged up like a tide.

Looking at the ministers with a look of indecision, Oberly broke the silence in an indifferent tone:

"I'm glad that at least today you didn't make a fool of yourself as you normally did."

"At least it didn't let people from the outside world see the embarrassment of our imperial people."

Countless nobles were even more puzzled when they heard this.

They looked at each other and bowed their heads in silence.

Alien? Isn't this entire palace their own people?

However, inexplicably, there was an uneasy premonition that entangled in everyone's hearts.

And in the next second, the hunch came true.

Oberly's eyes were deep, and his gaze extended beyond the palace with the red carpet.

The sunlight pierced the shadows of the palace, shining even more brightly on the golden splendour.

A simplely dressed and neatly dressed woman, with a serene and warm smile, walked slowly from the door.

At that moment, everyone looked over there with wide eyes.

Because, beside the woman, a white cloud was floating quietly behind her.

And above the clouds, there sat a figure like a girl.

Her ears were long, pointed, and her pale green pupils looked around curiously.

"I didn't realize it was so beautiful when I came here before."

The elf's voice sounded slowly, and even in the palace, there was no sense of awe.

Then, she felt something.

Through the sunlight, the elf's gaze looked directly at the figure seated on the throne.

Showing a bright smile, he waved to him:

"Yo, Oberly."

"Long time no see."