The waiting time is long.

Rumors spread rapidly.

Since Tilrant released a royal minister as a negotiating minister, the news of the riots of college students in Wang Li Central College Square has completely spread throughout the entire royal noble circle.

The first group of people to get the news were the noble guards waiting outside the gate of the college.

When the master is in danger, their first reaction as subordinate servants is to rescue him.

They cannot let their masters be in danger. If any mistake occurs, it is their dereliction of duty, and they will completely lose the trust of their masters' family and be abandoned.

Being in the circle of noble masters for many years, communication between guards also exists more or less.

Once the incident in the Academy Square was spread, after a brief chaos, the familiar guards formed a simple discussion and communication.

They chose to break through hard and enter the academy.

Some people took the lead in making a statement, and more and more noble guards began to pour in with this trend.

Doing or not has become a question of attitude at this time.

The guards affiliated with the academy were powerless to stop them, or rather, their minds were no longer on this issue at this time.

After hearing about the changes in the academy, their thinking fell into a blank space because they could not have imagined how this would have happened suddenly in a festival that was originally lively as lively as before.

They didn't believe it, but what was reported was a royal minister who fled from the academy not long ago.

He had no reason to commit such a ridiculous deception.

Before the guards could digest the content of this message, the noble guards outside the other side had already delivered their inner answer in advance.

I realized it was too late.

The curtain of turbulence seemed to be completely opened at this moment.

"Tirrant."

Somewhere behind the festival platform, a college student was in a hurry, and after seeing Tilrant's figure, his impatient face also soothed.

"Anqiluo, what happened?"

Seeing his friend's uneasy expression, Tirrant frowned slightly, and he felt an unknown smell.

An Qiluo came to him, looked around with vigilance, and then attached himself to his ear and said solemnly: "I just got an important news. The guards of the nobles outside the academy suddenly broke into the academy together. It seemed that the news had completely leaked. Now they are confronting our people outside. I am afraid that there will be a fierce conflict in no time. How to deal with the current situation still requires your decision!"

After listening to the friend's report, Tirrant's breathing became heavy, his eyes narrowed like a sharp sword.

"Tirrant!"

Looking at his silence, Anqilu couldn't help but call him more anxiously.

Tilrant waved his hand to stop his yelling, turned to look at him and said, "Anqiluo, you said, if you need to accomplish this, is it worth sacrificing everything?"

"What's wrong with you? Tilrant, do you regret it?"

An Qiluo calmed down and looked at him because he became inexplicable.

Tilrant shook his head and said firmly, "No, I have no regrets."

"So why do we say these words? When we decided to do this, we had already sacrificed everything and gave up?"

"Anqiro--" Tilrant's eyes suddenly looked at the old look of the dean of the distance, Anbowet, who closed his eyes and said, "The dean is not optimistic about our actions this time."

"Dean?"

Anqiro looked at Ambowet in his eyes, his face tense. He was Tirrant's best friend. They all knew each other's many secrets. On Ambowet's issue, he also knew the wisdom and magnitude behind the old man.

"Tirrant, perhaps we are indeed incomparable to the President in wisdom, but in the same way, the President is not a prophet, and the world is full of unexpected surprises and miracles."

Anqilu took out a Jintole from his arms and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Tirrant, do you know if this Kintor landed correctly or against?"

Looking at his friend's actions, Tilrant chuckled and reached out to take the Kintor in his hand and said, "Thank you, Anqiro."

Anqiluo shook his head and said, "Don't thank me. You may have pressure that we cannot feel when you carry such heavy things, but in the same way, we also have the responsibility to relieve you."

"Anqiro, do you know? I just kept thinking, if we fail, what will happen to us, and what will the future of this country?" Tilrant whispered: "We may be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, and our descendants will be shamed. We, I am afraid, can only prove ourselves when this country is overturned."

He patted his shoulder, his face bitter.

"At this moment, we have embarked on a path of no return. Since this is the case, even if we fail, we must let the world remember this incident deeply. Only blood can strongly awaken people who are immersed in hypocritical prosperity. Only blood can make our will be completely declared!"

"An Qiluo!"

"exist!"

"Now I formally give my orders, all those who hinder us, liberate the sword in our hands!"

"But-" An Qiluo paused for a moment and said, "The members who confronted those noble guards may not be able to withstand their impact."

"This is the time for some people to come out." Tilrant chuckled and said to a guard next to him who was hiding in a black robe: "Now I need your help."

"This time, it will probably be a feast of blood."

The man in black robe had a hoarse and low voice, and this was his first time speaking.

"I know."

Tilrant looked up and his eyes closed.

"Isn't this a good thing for you?"

“As you wish.”

After saying that, the man in black robe left with another companion and completely disappeared from sight.

"Anqiro." After they left, Tirrant suddenly said: "After those people resolved, they will withdraw everyone back to the square. I think we will soon welcome His Majesty the King's reply."

"Yes!" An Qiluo nodded, looked at the remaining black-robed man from both sides, and said carefully beside him: "Tirrant, is this really okay?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Tilrant said in a low voice: "We need them, they need us too."

"I don't trust them." An Qiluo said with a serious expression: "When they came to us to cooperate, it was probably not that simple."

"I know." Tilrant sighed softly, "But they are the only ones who can help us now."

He knew their origins, and he also knew why the person behind him was willing to help them.
Chapter completed!