"No, no, I don't admit it! You talk nonsense! I don't believe it! I am the most orthodox emperor of the Silan Empire!"

Torrantus began to shout, but his voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Torrantus, you have been consumed by hatred, and you can't see anything in front of you clearly, not only Cyril is disappointed in you, but I am also disappointed in you! Not every generation of emperors will let go of their brothers so easily, although our Slan Empire does not make every prince accustomed to life and death like the Adrisig Empire, it is not so easy to inherit the throne. ”

His Majesty Cyril caressed the old emperor's chest, and fell into a dead silence in the tent, and only the breathless gasps of His Majesty Mayazo could be heard.

No matter how much he denied it, Torrantes, who was once the prince, could not erase the fact that the right to inherit the throne had always been very cruel, and the rules of survival of the heavenly nobles were simply not something ordinary people could imagine.

The Heavenly Family is the most ruthless, even the Silan Empire is no exception, in fact, the rulers of those old empires have their own inheritance rules, but one thing is common, each generation of emperors is the most enterprising, even the most aggressive of the current generation of princes.

Which generation of emperors did not exchange their own net worth and life for the throne, and if future generations enjoyed the aftermath without pressure, no matter how powerful the empire was, it would quickly fall because a cowardly lamb led a herd of lions.

The seemingly cruel and ruthless rules of imperial succession have long maintained the prosperity of the Silan Empire.

The old emperor stood up tremblingly like an old man who was about to die, and gently threw down a sentence: "Cyril, for the sake of the former brothers, give him a good time." ”

Without looking back, he walked towards the small door of the tent from which he came.

No matter how hard-hearted he was, he couldn't face the fratricidal rivalry between his two sons, despite how cruel and ruthless the battle for the throne was.

The entire empire had been handed over to his fourth son, Cyril, and he was in charge. Anyone who dares to defy the rules will inevitably pay a lot of money, even with their lives.

The moth put out the fire, but he didn't expect it to be his other son, how could it not make this old man sad, as an insider and a person who came over, he was powerless and even more unwilling to change this rule.

In order to maintain the strength of the Silan Empire, it is necessary to give up something, no matter how precious it is.

"Torrantes, tell me. Whose shadow is behind this operation?"

Seeing the old emperor's back disappear from sight, Cyril spoke again, his tone was very indifferent, as if he was only facing a stranger, and this stranger had threatened to cut off the neck of his emperor.

Glancing left and right at the other five captives around him who were tied up and unable to move, Torrantes seemed to have accepted his fate, and said: "It's already this time, and I don't need to hide it from you! The incompetent Wyvern Knights are from Cartagena, and they are here to pick up the bargains." Well, this one on my side, the leader of the Rosanne mercenaries, Hope. It doesn't belong to any force, it just takes my money and works for me, that's all. If it weren't for them, I would have died a long time ago, other than that. And the Tessies, Portlanders, and Larns have been secretly helping me, contacting me for intelligence, providing funds, and of course, I dig the corners of the empire for them in return, such as the second on my left, a successful spy!"

The mercenaries of the country of Rosango did their duty, and the two brothers, Gray and Guerra, used their bodies to block the impact of the aerial bomb for Torrantes, and the twin brothers were killed on the spot, and the corpses were horrific, but he survived when he was crushed under the two of them.

"Shut up, Torrantes, what are you talking nonsense?" a man on the side struggled and yelled, wriggling to lunge at him, as if some important information was being leaked.

He didn't expect that not only did he not escape, but he was captured and sent here, and he didn't expect that Torrantus, who had been investing a lot of money and energy to assist, would bite back and expose him.

"What am I afraid of, let's just hit the road together! Mr. 'Vampirefly', the secret spy of the 'Night Snake' in Portland! Cyril, he knows more than I do. ”

Torrantes has long since lost his desire to live, but dying is his last wish.

"I won't let you go!"

"Ha Lu Ha, I'm waiting for you!"

The former second prince did not take the other party's threat to heart at all.

"Untie up, give wine!"

His Majesty Cyril, who had returned to his seat, couldn't tell whether he was sad or angry, and he didn't even glance at the angry Portland spy.

"Thank you!"

Torrantes, who had been untied, had a calm face, and he could no longer find the slightest bit of madness in his body, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Picking up the wine cup from a silver plate held by a waiter, the taste of the wine implied the delicate fragrance unique to the "lover's dream", and he drank it without hesitation.

The expensive poisons made from a variety of poisons such as blue gravel poisonous sand, seven-leaf heart burning grass, and resentful soul dove feathers were processed through special alchemy techniques.

With the most calm smile, Torrantes fell headlong to the ground, his breathless body quickly stiffening.

Even if he was deprived of the royal surname "Silan", he could still enjoy royal dignity and end his life with a glass of poisoned wine.

"So, next!"

Seeing Torrantus's body being carried away, His Majesty Cyril, who immediately got rid of a trace of sadness, seemed to want to focus on the remaining five captives, especially the Portland "Night Snake" organization whose identity was revealed by Torrantes on the spot, codenamed "Vampire Fly".

"Lord Dalton, do you have anything to say?"

His Majesty's gaze suddenly locked on one of the courtiers and nobles in the tent without warning.

The two royal guards immediately rushed over, pushed the others away, and dragged a panicked nobleman out and threw him beside the five captives.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have been wronged!"

Duke Dalton was nearly sixty years old, and because of his shifting qi, his body, and excellent maintenance, he looked like he was in his forties, and only from his hoarse voice, he could barely hear the contradiction between age and actual appearance.

But at this moment, he has completely lost the elegance and reserve of Fang Cai, like a cat with its tail pinched, and he is in a mess.

"You are secretly colluding with the Tessies, do you really think that I don't know anything?"

As if trying to vent all his frustration and anger, Cyril slapped the armrest hard in a cold tone, and he seemed to have something more in his hands.

There was a chill in the tent, and the faces of the ministers and nobles showed a look of horror, and the majesty of this Cyril was not inferior to that of the old emperor Mayazo.

"Your Majesty, spare my life! I'm just confused for a moment. ”

Duke Dalton fell to his knees and begged for mercy loudly, he knew that His Majesty the Emperor would never be untargeted, and he must have strong evidence to make such a difficulty.

"Take it down!"

His Majesty Cyril was not impressed by a word or two of relief, and after snorting coldly, his eyes were locked on a minister again, "Izicir! You have forgotten what a heroic man your grandfather was? ”

Boom!~

A minister seemed to have been drained of all his spiritual energy, and fell to his knees in a dejected manner, not daring to have any excuse at all.

"Take it down!" His Majesty Cyril didn't intend to give the other party a chance to defend himself.

Without the slightest hesitation, the royal guard stepped forward and dragged it down.

One traitor after another was uncovered, and His Majesty Cyril named seven people on the spot, even more than the captives caught.

The people in the camp were panicked for a while, no one thought that there would be so many of them colluding with foreign countries to betray their emperor, maybe they were involved in this hunting ground attack.

There are always people who want to gamble on their own fate, the old emperor Mayazo is right, there is no unearned gain in this world, they bet on their net worth, and at the moment of unveiling the cup, they also lost their net worth.

"Alright, that's it! Bring them all back to the imperial capital and interrogate them severely!"

The death roll call finally stopped, and the rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that His Majesty the Emperor Fang Cai would order him, and it would be a disaster.

"I'm disappointed! I'm very disappointed! I didn't expect our ministers and nobles to be so easily co-opted, and I won't pursue the rest, you know for yourself, the empire is not only mine, but also yours, if the royal family is over, the empire will cease to exist, and your power and wealth and even everything you have will disappear, this is not alarmism, this is a lesson in history, so don't leave anything to chance!"

His Majesty Cyril was warning the ministers and nobles.

Although everyone understands the truth, in fact, there are few people who really take it seriously, because there will always be people who make those stupid mistakes again and again.

The tent was empty again, and it was restored to the silence of the millennium, and even more so.

"Third-class royal guard Morin!

The head of the inner palace, Fan Si, looked at Lin Mo who was standing in the corner, the other party had been here for a while, and it was finally his turn.

"Your Majesty!~" Lin Mo stepped out without any hesitation.

"Well, Maureen, you're making it a little hard for me!"

His Majesty Cyril arched his chin with his hands and looked at the guard in front of him, but there was no expression on his face.

However, the other people in the camp were shocked, could it be that this Lord Morin also participated in the treason, how could it be......?

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