News always spreads very quickly.

The sudden murder scene on the viewing platform shocked many people.

The nobles didn't expect that they really dared to kill, and they were in full view of everyone.

No matter how much they compromise, they will not forgive such a thing.

Since they dare to kill, after the first time, it is inevitable that they will not appear for the second time.

A conflict is about to break out.

"Quiet!"

At this time, an elderly man appeared with the help of a young nobleman.

This is an ordinary old man.

His appearance is very ordinary and his clothes are very ordinary.

But his words seemed to have a magical power to calm the entire scene that was about to be popular.

His back was half hunched, and he looked shorter than his surroundings; his steps trembled slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down at any time.

So the young noble who supported him was very careful and his eyes were always paying attention to his feet.

"who is he?"

Attracted by this scene, Xia Lan couldn't help but ask Sier beside her.

"Aren't you a noble in the capital?" Hearing his question, Sier turned to look at him.

"No." Xia Lan shook her head and said, "I haven't been to the King's Capital for a long time."

"Have you never participated in the banquet in the royal noble circle? Otherwise, you wouldn't have no idea who he was."

"After you say that, is he very famous?"

Sier nodded, his eyes turned to the old man's direction, just as he saw the other party mediating softly between the two parties.

"He is Lord Bowen Shijue. Perhaps his title is not dazzling in the kingdom, but what really makes people respect him is his personality."

"It seems that among the nobles, he is a respected person." Xia Lan said.

"Yes." Sier looked at the old man with admiration and said, "Before he was the dean of Wang Li Central College, he was the dean of this college. Many of the nobles present might be his students back then. When His Majesty the King ascended the throne, he and the current dean stabilized the country, but he withdrew from the political center of the kingdom within a few years."

His final tone showed a faint regret, as if he was sighing.

"He is very old." Xia Lan shook her head and said, looking at the old man.

"Yes." Syl nodded and said, "I heard that he has been in poor health. Being able to hold on until now is a miracle."

Life is like a slowly falling dead leaves, and before it falls, he has left the most precious experience in this world.

"Saf, I remember you, you are the child of the Gerang family. Your family has declined since your father's death. I heard that your family regards you as hope for the future, but why do you do such a stupid thing now?"

The old man looked at Saf, his deep eyes mixed with warmth.

This old man, Saf, is not unfamiliar with this old man. When his family was in distress, it was the old man who reached out to help them.

He is the benefactor of their family.

He respects him, but it does not mean that he has reason to let go of his inner beliefs.

"Master Bowen, maybe my behavior disappointed the family, but when the kingdom is in danger, the nobles who guard and rule the country should not be the first to stand up? Have they forgotten the glory of their ancestors and dedicated their lives and blood for the kingdom?"

Saff held the sword in his hand tightly and looked at the old man with a firm look.

"I just disappointed my family, but I didn't disappoint my ancestors. Before this action, I thought a lot, and I couldn't even fall asleep at night because I've been thinking about whether this matter is worth my work."

"You did it," the old man sighed.

"Yes." Saf exhaled, his eyes coldly looking around the nobles who were confronting him, and said, "A person will lose whatever he wants. Maybe the family can be revitalized, but I am not me anymore. I will become like them, immersed in the intrigue for the narrow interests in front of you, because you are afraid that one day you will lose everything in front of you."

"Born from a noble family, I know that these are normal things, because it is necessary to maintain the prosperity of the family. No interest can compare to the interests of the family, even if it is a detriment to the interests of the kingdom."

"This country is no longer good. Since you left the current president, the kingdom has been declining step by step. I have collected a lot of information, so I know more than many people that if I don't do anything, the country will truly collapse."

"So I chose to stand up, I know the chances of success are slim, but if you don't do anything, your heart will hurt, it's a kind of depression pain, and sometimes you even hear the miserable sobs of the mother of this country."

"My heart is tortured and tortured, and I want to be free."

After hearing Saf's long self-report, the old man shook his head slightly and said, "But why do you want to kill someone? You have to know that if you kill someone, you will have no room for recovery."

"I think only blood can calm my heart."

Saf chuckled, his voice bitter.

"You, you, will you still kill people?" The old man closed his eyes, opened them again, and asked the key questions they were concerned about.

"Mr. Bowen, please advise them that this time the action is not just us. If they really resist fiercely, I can guarantee that blood will form a river here." Saf sneered softly.

"Saf, actually, I'm glad that there are you in this country, but-"

The old man waved his hand lightly and sighed: "What you really should play is not the present, but the future."

future?

Saf chuckled softly, he knew what the old man meant.

Perhaps he had already understood that the lifespan of this kingdom was the same as that of him, and he knew the force majeure that prevented the process.

He will die, and so will this country.

So what they have to do is stand up when the kingdom completely collapses in the future, because only then will they be the real savior of this country.

However, we can't wait.

The old man turned around and said nothing to the nobles, then slowly dissipated with hatred eyes. The old man also sat down in the same seat with the young nobles who were supporting him, closing his eyes and never speaking again.

"It seems that things have been resolved." Syl turned around and smiled.

Xia Lan relaxed her fingers and said, "You seem to be in a good mood."

"Of course, I'm really worried that they will affect us after the conflict occurs, and it will be really not easy to deal with by then." Sil said.

"It's really not easy to deal with."

Xia Lan tapped her thigh with her fingers.

One, two, three.

Three superior swordsmen with at least unknown origins are hidden among the confrontational academy students. If a real conflict arises, it may not take long for blood to permeate the place.

And I'm afraid I'll expose some troubles.

Fortunately, the conflict eased.

However, the origin of those high-ranking swordsmen has to be taken seriously. Who has such a big deal?

This seemingly farce chaos is becoming more and more turbid.

"Laqi, look over there, Brother Xialan won't be in trouble, right?"

The chaos at the viewing table did attract the attention of many college students, and the news of witnessing the murder scene spread quickly. Maggie, who shrank beside Laqi, carefully pulled her sleeves and looked at the viewing table with concern.

"Don't worry, your brother will be fine. Haven't you seen him sitting there all the time? I think it should be fine as long as you don't conflict with those people."

Raqi reached out to caress her little head and comforted her, but her eyes revealed a deep sense of worry.

That idiot Yaves, was this what he said last night?

Doesn't this crazy man know the consequences of doing this?

Hero! He is so crazy!

"Lagi, are you okay?" Maggie asked in a vague voice as she looked at Laga's face.

"Oh, oh, it's okay, I just remembered some bad things." Laqi came back to her senses and waved her hand and signaled.

"Really?" Maggie bit her lip and said, "Are you worried about Yaves? Isn't he a member of the Blood Flag Association?"

"Don't worry--" Raqi said in a relaxed tone: "Look, there is no sign of Yaves around here. I think he probably didn't participate in this matter."

"Really?" Maggie's round eyes carefully looked around the blood flag association members surrounded by members, saying, "Look, there are not only people from our academy, but also students from Wang Li's NCO Academy. They look so scary now."

"Don't think too much. As long as we remain unmoved, they will not do anything. Judging from their actions, they may be preparing to negotiate with His Majesty the King. As long as the negotiation is completed, we will be released." Laqi explained and analyzed.

"But the negotiation failed?" Maggie whispered.

"I don't know, but we will definitely not be able to do anything." Raqi stretched out her arms to comfort Maggie, but her eyes watched from time to time.

If they fail, what will they do, and why there is always an unknown premonition lingering in their hearts.

Yaves, where are you now—

Behind the ceremony.

Tirrant let a minister go, who had already stated his request, and that minister acted as the intermediary in his negotiations with His Majesty the King.

Will he agree?

Tilrant held the long sword in his waist tightly. If he did not agree, what should he choose? Should he do what he proposed?

No, if this is done, everything will really become irreversible.
To be continued...