Vol 4 Chapter 108: Cost (below)


Golovin hills, sky dome, emperor's palace.
Only those who have come in person can understand how Eckhart II ’s dormitory is different from what they imagined-in a sense, the emperor of the twelfth generation and his grandmother, the famous The superb "Queen of Mad Dragons" is simply two extremes.
The latter once promoted art to the level of the rise and fall of empire and civilization, while the former regarded all of this as mere disgust and disgust.
Fancy decorations, cumbersome patterns, elaborately carved marble columns, sounding blue bricks, and wine in gold and silver wine glasses ... these are poisons that corrode the soul.
The grand and grand ceremony, extravagance and extravagance, all-night banquets ... these are just the surface of the outside, the powers and strategies embedded therein are intertwined, and the crux is the real key.
A small bedroom with no furnishings. Apart from a bed, there are only desks and bookshelves for manuscripts. You ca n’t even see the wine racks and fireplaces in ordinary expensive homes. Only a few Eboden fluorite lamps are used as light sources to light up room.
Brandon couldn't see half a smile on his face. He sat at the desk and looked at the figure across the table without a word. His hands crossed his fingers. His knuckles were too white.
Trembling, walking on thin ice.
Even his own father ... no, because it was his own father, Brandon was even more afraid to be arrogant-even in front of Connold, Brandon would not be nervous to remain indifferent in order to calm himself.
Eckhart II, the twelfth generation of the Empire, His Majesty the High Emperor.
At this time, he was holding his head with one hand, closing his eyes and raising his mind. With his long red hair, a pair of sword eyebrows was not angry. Even if he had only a loose robe and no arms, he would not dare to have any movements.
Fidget ... This feeling Brandon is very deeply aware of now.
But you can't just stay silent like this ... The night watchman of the imperial capital has begun to raid the Xia Mu courtyard, clearing the eye line there and the intelligence network of the various nobles; if Loren is really still inside, then he will definitely not let him go!
Twenty-two night watchmen were besieged, as well as Rute Infinite's spies all over the city, ambush assassins and killers are unknown ...
Brandon is very confident in his wizard advisors-the best thing Loren is good at is creating miracles, the ogres of the ancient wood forest will not kill him, the mutants of Ebden will not kill him, and the monster north of the Fortress of Forbidden Mountain He Bingtianxuedi still can't kill him ...
To be honest, he has doubted more than once that Loren is actually an apostle of a certain evil ... but there is no evidence.
And even if it could be-he could have one more handle in his hand, but he would still trust him wholeheartedly.
This is not just trust, but also a promise.
More importantly, Loren Turin is the only person he can absolutely trust, and the most important helper and deputy. He also counts on him to help him and the Turin family alliance.
Brandon looked up at the father opposite and saw that he was still indifferent, closing his eyes and raising his mind.
Father and Emperor, Brother and Emperor, Rout Infinite, Holy Cross Church ...
You ... have to kill him, my only friend?
His Royal Highness's index finger pressed hard, his hands clenched.
"Are you worried about him?"
Silent Eckhart II finally spoke, but still did not open his eyes.
"Yes." Brandon didn't hesitate and admitted directly: "He is my only friend. I have done so many things for me, and I certainly worry about him."
Not admitting it at this time is useless except to despise your father.
"You know how many people he offended this time?"
"Half an empire, the entire emperor."
"You know that even if I don't kill him, there are people who want him to die ... even the wizards?"
"Clearly." Brandon nodded slightly, concealing a sneer that slipped across his lips: "Those people are afraid of him, fearing that he will make the capital and even the empire more variable. No one wants to see change."
"One trial before the imperial court, he will be able to win the Holy Cross Church with the winning ticket; the ambitious Yode Chamber of Commerce will be defeated ... give him time, opportunity and power, he can do more!"
"Oh……"
Eckhart seemed to be questioning, but also like to ask back: "Do you trust him that way?"
"I never believed Loren Turin ..." Brandon suddenly smiled, grinning like a child:
"Because he always surprises people!"
"Brandon ..."
"Father, I know what you are doing ... I am also grateful that you are willing to give me this opportunity; really, I have never extravagated these." There was a big smile on his face, and the hands that were too hard could already be heard. The sound of bone and joint friction:
"From small to large, you didn't look at me once ... even when I got the dragon Milas, but my brother got nothing-sorry to say that, but I only saw suspicion and doubt in your eyes."
"Even you ... are wondering if I did something-yes, it fits my personality and style, doesn't it?"
Eckhardt said nothing, just looked at his son in silence ... he was the most disobedient and the most keen to give surprises and unexpected little sons.
This ... is good at covering up and hiding his son.
Finally, he no longer concealed his ambitions.
"Your brother ... Connold, he looks farther than you-today it is him, and he will not do anything redundant." Eckhart said:
"His ambitions ... can bring the DeSalinese family to the unfinished glory of the twelfth generation. He can change himself for all this."
"This is the talent of the elder brother. He was born to be a model of the 'highest emperor." Brandon shrugged self-deprecatingly, and said carelessly:
"I won't ... I won't change myself for anyone!"
"Okay." Eckhart nodded slightly and looked at his son calmly: "How much are you willing to pay for this?"
cost?
Brandon opened his arms, his open face seemed more indifferent, his mouth twitched funnyly, his eyes unbridled:
"Leave it alone!"
"The person who abstained from the initiative is not worth giving a second chance." Eckhardt said in a deep voice: "I will not give you a second chance ... The empire and the Desalion royal family must not be alone. Turbulent division! "
"I haven't had any hope of this, have I?" Brandon scratched his head. The smile on his face grew brighter: "But as your son, please allow me to say a few more words before you make such a major decision."
"Yes ... Brother Connold is the most standard example of the emperor, and the one who can win the unanimous approval of the entire empire ... from the church to the nobles ~ EbookFREE.me ~ everyone is unanimously supporting him to inherit the throne.
"But because of this ... he also has his own blind spot, and there are more limitations-what he can see, may not be able to do it!"
"And I can." Brandon's voice was still unbridled arrogance:
"Disgust, hate, doubt, hostility ... I see too much; father, if you really want an heir who can change the empire, don't expect him to succeed the throne smoothly, because such a person ... must be It is the man who carries the empire but is the enemy of the empire! "
"Father, I am De Salion, a descendant of the dragon royal family and the Sacran royal family."
"I ... will never be afraid of enemies against the entire empire!"
Eckhart II stared at him daringly, staring at his eyes with the same color and without fear.
"Very good, I promise you."
"If Loren Turin can escape from the Imperial Capital under the hunt of the night watchman, I can leave it alone."
Ok?
This, this succeeded? It's that simple? !
Brandon's incomparable surprise-based on his understanding of his father, this little trick should not be enough to convince him; at least it must be written evidence, to show him that he will never be with the brother ...
Eckhart raised his hand to block Brandon, who was still in shock, and handed a note to Brandon.
At the moment he took it, Brandon immediately noticed the bright red mark on it.
It ’s blood ... not yet dry.
At the next moment, the surprised prince's eyes widened!
"Twenty-two night watchmen ... no one is spared ..."
I couldn't see what I was thinking. Eckhart's face was not irritated by the face, but his eyes narrowed into a slit:
"As you said ... he is really good at surprises!"
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