A luxurious carriage slowly drove into Wangli Central Academy.

No one stopped the carriage from moving because the carriage was marked with the yellow rose sword pattern badge belonging to the royal family.

At the entrance of the college, more and more people were crowded and waiting.

The spread of rumors is sometimes extremely versatile, and the spreading process of rumors will continue to be distorted.

From early morning to afternoon, rumors seemed to spread throughout most of the capital, and more and more people began to flock to Wangli Central Academy out of various thoughts.

A high-end restaurant not far from the college has its doors closed tightly, which undoubtedly reveals a strange thing compared to the prosperous business of restaurants around it.

However, all the strange starting points have their reasons. Not long ago, a mysterious visitor booked the entire restaurant, and the expenses made it difficult for the restaurant owner to refuse.

"Bedvin, is there any news in it?"

On the top floor of this restaurant, the eldest prince Sasso savored the food in his mouth, and there were two people behind him.

One is his most important confidant, and the other is his aide.

"Report to Your Highness, based on the information from Wang Li's Central Academy, the college students who caused the riot have released all the hijacked students, and the noble ministers who participated in the ceremony have been collectively transferred to the comprehensive building."

Hearing the eldest prince’s inquiry, Bedwen took a step forward and replied respectfully.

Sasso picked up the napkin and wiped his lips carefully, put down the utensils and shook his head, as if disappointed with the food on the dining table. His fingers gently tapped the table, his eyes looked towards the college and said, "Is there something interesting happening during this period?"

After pondering for a while, Bedwen said, "Since the news came out, the guards of the nobles who participated in the tour ceremony broke into the academy together, and then had a conflict with the students who were blocking the academy halfway. As a result... they are all dead at present."

"Hmm?" Sasso said suspiciously, "Are you all dead?"

"Yes." Bedwin affirmed.

Sasso closed his eyes, and in the quiet restaurant room, he could only hear the sound of him hitting the dining table. After a while, he opened his eyes and showed an inexplicable smile on his face.

"If you want to kill so many powerful guards, those college students may not be able to do it at all. I guess this is the work of my good brother, but what surprised me was where his people came from?"

He and he both have the power of his own, both openly and secretly, everywhere.

They all wanted to understand the other party's hidden strength, but this time the other party was first exposed. He didn't know why, but he wanted to know the origin of those people.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for your negligence. I cannot determine the origin of the people who killed those guards for this point."

Bedwin lowered his head and looked treacherous. As the eldest prince's most trusted subordinate, he could not even know the strength of the eldest prince's most important competitor. This was his dereliction of duty.

He felt guilty in his heart that made him feel uncomfortable.

"Don't blame yourself."

Sasso waved his hand and said, "Everyone has their secrets, not to mention that person is my younger brother. If he can't even keep this secret, then he won't stand opposite me."

"Your Highness, after this incident, my subordinates must have a way to dig out the hidden secrets of the other party." The unavoidable guilt made Bedvin say firmly.

Sasso nodded, believing that he would give himself a satisfactory explanation.

"Nuowen, I heard that your friend is also inside."

Nuowen, who was quietly and nervously behind the eldest prince, heard the words of the eldest prince and hurriedly saluted respectfully and said, "Your Highness, I don't know about this."

"Is that?" After a moment, Sasso said calmly: "I thought you would have a good relationship with him."

"Your Highness, everyone has his life, and I have not met him during this period, so-"

Nuowen explained in panic that since meeting Xia Lan, he would always feel uncomfortable physically and mentally when facing the eldest prince, and he was afraid that the lies of hidden worries would be exposed and exposed.

He expected that it was correct. After returning to the Great Prince's mansion, the Great Prince gave him more and more work. His colleagues were puzzled because they did not understand why he, who had been neglected for a long time, suddenly received attention.

They heard him clearly, but he closed his mouth tightly.

Perhaps only he knew that behind this emphasis was his unbearable depression.

Sasso chuckled and did not reply. His hand on the dining table shook back twice, telling them that he needed to be quiet by himself.

Seeing that the eldest prince stopped asking questions, but instead signaled their departure, Nuowen relaxed and hurriedly retreated, walked out of the room, and breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he carefully ponder the words of the eldest prince.

Now, what accident will happen to Wang Li, who is in the deep water of the Central Academy? What exactly does the eldest prince mean when asked?

Sasso picked up the cup of tea that emitted a strong fragrance, and the faint white heat slowly rose and drifted away.

"Wolance, are you really going to do that stupid thing?"

Drink a sip of tea and murmured softly. A strong intuition in his heart told him that the danger had begun to approach.

The carriage that drove into the college turned to the complex building halfway to the college square because someone told them that their negotiation goals had shifted.

The sound of the wheels "creaking" echoed in the quiet academy, so strange and strange.

Tilrant stood at the entrance of the complex building. Behind him, countless members formed a neatly marching, with long swords hanging around his waist, straightened his body, and looked up.

They got the news that they were about to face the most important moment.

From afar, the sound of wheels came into my ears, and the blurred figure of the carriage appeared in front of me. The trampled earth seemed to feel a slight vibration.

The carriage gradually moves forward, and the carriage gradually stops.

The groom who was driving looked at the college students gathered in front of him with expressionless face. After skillfully stopping the horses, he came to the door of the carriage and knocked gently.

After a short while, the car door opened and the groom had already lying under the door as a stepping staircase.

He walked down, and the dazzling sunlight made him reach out to cover his brows. He turned around and looked at the college student waiting at the door, and an unconscious sneer of contempt.

Tilrant looked at the other party with his eyes lightly, but he didn't move.

But the man walked up by himself and walked to him.

"Bressa Gössez, I will be responsible for negotiating with you as the envoy of His Majesty the King this time."

The man politely politely to Tirrant with standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Tirrant."

He nodded and returned the gift in an extremely concise way. Perhaps it seemed rude to others, but he had a reason to do so.

The messenger named Gössez, from his costume, he belonged to His Majesty the king's servant, and only His Majesty the king's servant would wear this way.

His age may be thirty or forty, Tirrant could not see it because his skin was very white and morbid and sickly, and he had always maintained arrogance and contempt in his eyes from the beginning to the present.

The messenger was not a minister but a close servant, which was simply an insult to him.

"Perhaps we should move to a quiet and cool place. Don't you think the sunshine today is disgusting?" Gercez pointed to the shadow beneath him and smiled at him.

"unnecessary."

Tilrant said calmly: "If His Majesty the King attaches importance to this negotiation, I will not let you come, so I will not waste time in the negotiation. Say it out, what His Majesty the King asked you to bring."

"hehe--"

Gercez covered his mouth and chuckled, and took a closer look at the calm and serious thin student in front of him. He was very ordinary, but he exuded a charm that deeply attracted people's eyes.

"Are you the leader of this incident?"

"Yes."

"Can you represent everyone?"

"Yes."

"Then--" Gössez smiled and nodded, "Please release the noble ministers who were hijacked and seized immediately. His Majesty the King will explain it before leaving. This is the prerequisite for all negotiations."

"His Majesty the King rejected our request?" Tilrant asked slowly.

"Has I said it already? His Majesty the King will consider your request only when all the nobles are released." Gössez smiled.

"Does Your Majesty the King think we are all stupid and simple fools?" Tirrant mocked.

"But have you considered it? Even if the king agreed to your request, your Majesty can overturn the promise fulfilled after releasing the noble ministers." Gössez said without rushing. "So, your Majesty's request is not an exaggeration for you."

"I'm afraid that once they are released, I will be in front of the guillotine the next moment." Tilrant said disdainfully.

"It seems you are not going to release those noble ministers anymore?" Gerseys seemed to regret.

"I will release them, but...not now."

“When will it happen?”

"When His Majesty the King listens to our requests for actual change."

Gersez suddenly laughed out loud, he shook his head, looked at him with a strange face, and said, "You should know that Your Majesty will not agree to you."

"I know."

Tyrlante nodded, and his eyes staring at him became cold.

"I also know that His Majesty the King's palace guards have been dispatched."

"Since you already know this, why don't you choose to agree with Your Majesty's request? I think you should know that you can't fight against the palace guards at all." Gersez whispered, as if he had a kind intention.

"It's one thing to understand, but it's another thing to choose." Tilrant said.

"Why?"

"You understand?"

"I don't understand."

"Please tell him to His Majesty the King."
To be continued...