As the chamberlain entered the tallest royal tent in the middle of the autumn hunting camp, as soon as he opened the curtain of the tent, Lin Mo felt the oppressive and solemn atmosphere inside the tent, which was completely different from the warm and cheerful atmosphere outside after the victory in the battle.

The chamberlain who came in first saw the look from Manager Van Si, and quickly turned around and gestured to Lin Mo without saying a word.

The atmosphere was a little wrong, Lin Mo quickly reacted, and stood aside with the chamberlain.

The wooden table full of drinks and snacks was pushed into the corner, and some courtiers and nobles were separated from each other, and His Majesty Cyril, who sat on the throne, did not see the slightest smile on his face, but had a gloomy face and was silent.

A moment later, six royal guards walked into the tent with a man tied up by a large flower, as if they were catching a chicken.

"Ahh

"Ugh!"

"W-where is this?"

Six people, both conscious and unconscious, were unceremoniously thrown to the ground, and after a heavy fall, they all snorted miserably and let out unconscious sounds.

The six royal guards saluted the Emperor in unison, and then stepped aside as Lin Mo had done before.

"Torrantes!

Cyril, the current emperor of the Silan Empire, who had been silent, finally spoke, his tone full of resentment.

"Who, who's calling me!"

One of the six people who was thrown to the ground slowly opened his eyes, and it was none other than Torrantus, who had spoken those almost crazy words to the masked samurai leader not long ago.

It's just that at this time, half of his body was scorched black, his clothes were tattered after tearing off his armor, blood was spilling from his ears and nostrils, and he was covered in bruises, and he was in a mess.

A stream of ice water suddenly sprayed on his face, and the icy chill made him shiver involuntarily, and his mind became clear.

"W-where is this?!"

Curled up on the ground like a prawn. Torrantes looked left and right, and suddenly found himself in a strange place, a grim-faced guard, a dignitary with a little curiosity and disdain, but he soon saw a face that he was extremely familiar with.

"Cyril Slan!"

Torrantes bit out syllable-for-syllable, almost through gritted teeth.

"Bold!"

Captain Vance, who was beside His Majesty Cyril, suddenly shouted loudly, and was about to continue, but saw his emperor raise his hand and interrupt him.

"You should call me Cyril St. Slan, or Your Majesty, Torrantes, my second brother!"

The supreme ruler of the Slan Empire turned a blind eye to the hatred of the people in front of him, and instead seemed to "remind" the other party as if he were playing.

"Hahaha. Cyril, are you looking at my jokes? Since it is in your hands, I have nothing to say, if you want to kill or chop, whatever you want!"

Torrantes spoke in a surprise that made some people's faces change slightly.

Is this a rebellion of the old royal family? Lin Mo, who was standing on the side, did not show any expression on his face, this is the tradition of the Silan Empire, in order to avoid the empire being greatly damaged by the internal strife of the princes in the change of power. Each new generation of emperors ascends the throne means that other royals of the same generation will inevitably face a turning point in their own fate.

The benevolent new emperor would have chosen to demote his brothers to commoners, take away the royal family name "Silan", and exile them to the wilderness with their children.

The new emperor, who is more resolute and cruel, will simply choose to raise the butcher's knife. Killing his own brothers to prevent future troubles is a bloody and cruel thing that is common in the history of the Silan Empire.

The sisters will end slightly better, but they will often fall victim to political marriages. Get more and more powerful support for the new emperor.

Torrantes, the second prince of the previous generation, chose Cyril, who was once the fourth prince, to inherit the throne because of the old emperor Mayazo. He failed to succeed to the throne, but fortunately he was relegated to the rank of commoner, and his family was exiled to a bitter cold place, and his life fell from heaven to hell.

Very few members of the old royal family have successfully re-established themselves with their own persistence and efforts, developed into wealthy families, and even imperial nobles, but the price paid for this is that the royal blood has been weakened, and it is no different from other imperial families and nobles.

"At least I gave you a way to live! The eldest brother is even the prince of the empire, I didn't expect that you would not value your life so much, don't forget your family! Once you leave the royal family, don't you even have the courage to survive? So what are the civilians who are desperate for their livelihood every day?"

His Majesty Cyril considered himself scheming, far superior to other brothers, but did not kill his brothers like those ruthless emperors in history, but gave them a way to live.

If it takes root, it is not impossible to live in a corner of peace.

It's just that after all, some people refuse to accept this love, but want to take back everything they are not qualified to control at all.

"Is there any point in saying these things now? We have been raised as a qualified emperor since childhood, and only the best can sit on the throne that represents the supreme king, do you think we have any other meaning in life? I have no family, no hope! Cyril, even if you can sit in this position, I will not let you be safe, hahaha!"

Torrantes, the second prince of the previous generation, who was tied to the ground, laughed hysterically.

A royal guard stepped forward and kicked him in the stomach, killing him from laughing so hard that he gritted his teeth and groaned in pain.

"If I say I didn't let me do it, will you believe it?"

Cyril was expressionless, but his hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions.

Some courtiers and nobles looked at each other, and after just a few years, the former second prince was the only one left?

What about his wife, his children, and his die-hard followers who had gone with him?

Have they all encountered an accident?

One question after another came out of the hearts of the people in the tent.

The captives of this autumn hunt were simply unexpected.

After taking a few breaths of breath, Torrantes endured the pain, and said in a trembling voice: "Is it useful to believe or not believe? Can people be resurrected? Cyril, you are really ruthless enough, the name of benevolence can indeed win a lot of people's hearts for you, but in this world, no matter how tightly the parchment is wrapped, the charcoal fire inside will still burn out, you will regret it, no, you will not regret it, you are already the supreme ruler of the Silan Empire, no one can see it, you are the real winner after the most reluctant, I am just unwilling, unwilling!"

"His Majesty Cyril has sent someone to investigate, your family and the tragedy of the destruction of the third prince and the fifth prince are all deliberately plotted, but the person who did it handled it very cleanly, and the scene did not leave too many traces, if His Majesty wants to kill you, do you think you can get out of Delan City?"

When it comes to the tragedy of the extermination of the members of the old imperial family, seeing that the faces of those ministers and nobles are getting more and more ugly, Fan Si, the chief administrator of the inner palace who is accompanying the emperor, finally can't help but speak again to defend his loyal emperor.

"Why can the eldest brother become a prince and continue to enjoy his glory and wealth, why can you sit on the throne of your father, what is inferior to you in my Torrantes Silan, the Silan Empire can also grow and develop in my hands!"

Like a wounded beast, Torrantes stared at Cyril's majesty viciously.

"Because you are narrow-minded and short-sighted!"

An old voice suddenly sounded in the tent, and an old man with gray hair who still exuded the majesty of the emperor walked out of a small tent door not far from the side of His Majesty Cyril.

"Ahh

This "father", including surprise, resentment, unwillingness and sorrow and other emotions are tangled together, Torrantes's eyes are a little evasive, the old emperor's majesty is still there, so he has to restrain a little crazy.

"Do you still know that you recognize me as a father! You want to kill me, an old fellow, too?"

The old emperor Mayazo, who had never come forward, looked at his second son, and only saw hatred in the other party's gaze, which seemed to have become the only motivation and belief to support him to live.

"No, it's not like that, I just want to get what belongs to me, Cyril, an incompetent guy, can't govern this empire at all, I can do a better job than him!"

Torrantes spat out a mouthful of blood, his tone growing resentful of his father's surrender of the throne to his incompetent brother.

"Father, you'd better go back and rest first, leave it to me here!"

After all, his father still couldn't hold back, and walked over from the small tent next door, thinking of the cruel scene that was about to happen next, His Majesty Cyril's heart tightened, and he quickly stood up and supported the old emperor.

As if he was a little excited, the old emperor Mayazo, whose face was flushed, was helped to sit in the tent, which belonged to the emperor's main seat, and pointed to the second son Torrantes, who was captured alive, and rebuked with a fierce voice: " Idiot, you are the real stupid and incompetent idiot, Cyril is far better and better than you think, or your eldest brother is self-aware, how can the emperor above tens of thousands of people be so good, the dragon god is fair, if you want to get more, you must pay more, there has never been a good thing in this world that is not earned for nothing!"

The words of the old emperor Mayazo moved everyone in the tent, and these words seemed to be a secret story of the royal family that had never been known to outsiders. (To be continued......)