Palace of Elysee.

In the deserted and empty king's bedroom.

The old king Antonio leaned slightly against the edge of the bed, his eyes closed slightly, and there was no abnormality on his old and vicissitudes of calm face, as if he was like a sleeping kind old man.

In comparison, when the alarm of the Flying Feather Legion mutiny came in, the entire palace's alert instantly reached a peak of tension. The soldiers guarding the palace were dispatched one after another, and almost every moment could see teams of solemn soldiers passing by.

Two extremes, one is still and one is moving.

According to the past, whenever a major event occurs in the kingdom, the kingdom ministers will gather around the king as soon as possible to enter into emergency consultation, but this time, there is no such person around the king.

"Franmingo, do you know why I didn't summon those people?"

At this time, there was only one person beside him, someone he had known and trusted for more than 30 years.

"I have no idea."

That man knew who the king was talking about, but he didn't know the answer to the question.

Maybe he could know that it was just that he didn't want to waste his extra energy and think deeply.

For him, probably only the other party's safety issues are the only ones that can make him worthy of attention.

"I never deny the ability of those people. After all, there is no fool who can sit in their position. Many times, they can provide excellent and correct ideas for the development of the kingdom... But once it is related to their personal interests, they will become a stumbling block for us; because we are born with them, and they do not care who the people on the throne are, they only care whether the people on the throne can bring them the right benefits."

“…”

"The army has always been the forbidden area they attempt to get involved in. If it weren't for the conflict between the nobles of military merit and traditional nobles, Luckney's descendants would have long become puppets in their hands..."

The old man's words were very slow, very slow, as if he was talking, but every word he said was extremely clear in his ears.

"The mutiny of the Feiyu Legion has to do with them?"

Franmingo stood quietly aside with his sword, and suddenly asked in a timely manner.

“Yes, or not.”

Antonio answered a plausible statement.

"The Feiyu Legion has always been the most powerful legion they have eroded in the capital. Many of the middle and lower-level officers have more or less direct and indirect relationships with them, not to mention the secret arrangements of my two good sons..."

"But over the years, you are still the one who firmly controls the Flying Feather Legion." Franmingo frowned slightly, because he heard an unusual meaning from the old king's words.

"Yeah?"

A strange smile appeared on the old man's quiet and old face, but his slightly closed eyes never opened.

"If the Feiyu Legion is still under my control, then why would the Feiyu Legion mutiny so at such a timely manner?"

Franmingo pondered for a while and had a certain understanding of the king's questions in his heart, and he keenly smelled a scent of conspiracy.

"What do they want to do?"

"What do they don't want to do? They just want to be quiet and be an out-of-fact audience."

"That's why you didn't summon them."

At this moment, Franmingo finally understood the meaning of the initial king's words. It turned out that those people had already known about the mutiny that was about to happen in the Feiyu Legion, but they remained silent at the same time because they all wanted to know what the person who launched all these incidents wanted to do?

If they were summoned to the palace, it would be a pure waste of time and no result to discuss countermeasures. If that is the case, why do you need to do this in one go?

"Where is Gössez?"

At this time, the king suddenly asked a person's name, the name of a close servant who had served his confidant for a long time.

"He has already gone to the Kingdom Guards camp stationed in Kinthlon to convey your kingly orders. According to normal circumstances, he should return to the palace at this time." Franmingo said quietly.

"What if it's not normal?"

The old king's words were mixed with a slight slight scent.

"I have no idea."

Franmingo said frankly.

"Do you know why I have always believed in such a close servant who only knows how to flatter and acts as a clever person?" asked the old king Franmingo in search of a voice.

“It’s probably your personal pleasure.”

"No, no, no—" Antonio shook his head lightly and said, "I don't have such a boring evil taste."

"Then there must be something you deserve to use in him." Franmingo said naturally.

"You have always been very smart, but you never want to use this kind of intelligence." Antonio sighed softly and said, "Gosez's origin is very transparent and innocent. You can't see any doubts at all. However, the more innocent the origin is, the more doubts some people can..."

“Especially those who serve you.”

Franmingo's interruption was quite disrespectful, but the other party had no intention of blaming him. Instead, he had a look of recognition on his face.

"I know who he is."

"Whose?"

"Wolance, no, maybe Sasso should be added."

"It seems that the other party's three-faced kung fu is quite secret."

"Yes, when he thought he could play with everything in his hands, he didn't know that others had already noticed clues."

"What does he want to do?"

"He doesn't want to do anything, because he's just a piece that can be abandoned at any time."

"What a pitiful and pathetic person."

"But this is his own choice."

"Where do you think he is now?"

"I think he's seen two people."

"Wolance and Sasso?"

"That's right."

The old king paused and said, "Maybe we will see him soon."

Yes, he and Franmingo did see him soon, but they saw his body.

When a series of swords and swords suddenly echoed outside the king's bedroom, and the fierce fighting sounded, it did not even bring people extra thoughts. The gate of the bedroom suddenly exploded with the violent roar, and in a faint vague way, more than a dozen vague shadows slowly appeared.

The sudden shocking incident did not change the color at all for the two people in the bedroom. They were neither stunned nor stunned, and their calm appearance was really impressive. If they were not crazy, facing them so calmly and without mentioning their strong personal will in front of them, it would make people even more suspicious that the other party had enough confidence.

Are they crazy?

No, how could a king who ruled Adria for more than 30 years and a powerful man in the realm of law be a lunatic?

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the blurry shadows began to become clearer. Antonio had opened his eyes at this time. In his eyes, he saw a familiar person.

"You're here?"

He said so.

The familiar person in front of him nodded, his right hand swayed gently, and a mysterious subordinate hidden in the black robe beside him threw out a person, a dead man, and the familiar face still retained the unbelievable expression before his death.

"I've brought you a gift."

He pointed to the corpse at his feet and said.

"What a gift without surprises." Antonio shook his head and commented when he saw the dead man's face clearly.

"You knew who he was long ago?" the man asked, but before the other party could answer, he said to himself: "So you knew it all the time."

"If I didn't know, I wouldn't have sat on the throne safely for more than 30 years." said the old king.

"It turned out that it has been more than thirty years." The man sighed.

"Long waiting is a torment, and even more so for you."

"Yes, since I was ten years old, I have watched you ascend the throne with my own eyes, looking up at your back all the time, living in your shadow all the time. Some people are unwilling to surrender to this oppression, but I have never surrendered." The man sighed slowly.

"Compared with your steady brother, you do have the same appearance as I did back then."

"Of course, because I am your son."

Augustine Lucky Wallens.

He was one of the heirs of the Kingdom of Adria and Antonio's fourth son.

He is now a middle-aged man in his forties. He has a slender figure and looks a little thin, but he does not make people feel weak and thin at all. Instead, he exudes a majestic and powerful temperament. His facial features are very similar to the old king on the bed, with thick eyebrows like swords, eyes like lightning, and his face is like a knife and axe carved with fragments of short beards, adding a mature and steady taste.

He walked slowly for a few steps, glanced around casually, and said, "It seems you are not surprised by what I am doing."

Outside the bedroom, there was still a sound of fighting, but no one was moved by it.

"Why am I surprised?" the old king asked back.

"Did you always know my purpose? Since that's the case, why didn't you stop me?" Wallans stopped and looked sharply at the old man leaning on the bed.

"No, you guessed it wrong. I never knew what you and Sasso really thought, because I had already prepared for this day."

The old man smiled at him.

"I see."
To be continued...