The remaining clouds fade and the dark curtains are coming.

The magic street lights on the Academy Road began to light up one after another, dispelling the darkness and bringing a faint light.

"Prepare to take action."

Kinslon squinted his eyes lightly and looked up at the dim street light not far away. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled the black coat on his armor into the inside. Looking back, there were more than a dozen subordinates who were dressed the same as him.

Black clothes, dark night.

If you want to hide a leaf, the best way is to hide it among a pile of leaves.

If you want to hide in the darkness, the best way is to blend in with the darkness.

There were not many people participating in this rescue raid mission, with only one-tenth of the team. This was Kinsloan's decision.

In their intelligence, this group of college students who caused the riot were mixed with mysterious helpers, and these helpers were not weak and even had the power to fight against them to a certain extent.

They vaguely guessed who this is. The more deeply the slumber of the Wangdu pond, the more likely they are to fall into it. Therefore, they would not pay attention to who they were. All they needed was to fulfill His Majesty's orders.

The key question nowadays is whether those people will participate in the action that hinders them.

Taking this into consideration, Kinsloan decided to go separately.

On one side, most of the troops led by Safirland negotiated with the college students again, and their purpose was to delay time, attract the attention of those helpers, and disperse the pressure of the rescue raid.

Therefore, he should not bring too many people. As the number of people increases, it will arouse the other party's suspicion. Kinslom can be sure that the other party has already explored their number clearly. No one understands that this incident is not a simple riot.

This is a game within the royal family.

Moreover, he has enough confidence, and confidence comes from strength.

"Kinsloan, what if you fail to do it?"

Perhaps out of concern, Safirland stared at the distance where he was aimed.

“Failed?”

Kinslom gently stroked the mane of the horse, and waited for the action to begin, and he would say goodbye to it briefly.

“Whether successful or failed, your mission is to completely solve the rioters.”

"Does the killing need to be suppressed?" Safirland whispered. "You know that those people may become the future of the country in many years, and even their identities are a problem that will cause trouble."

"The beginning of the betrayal of the Kingdom, they are the enemies of this country."

Ziyue quietly showed her face from the clouds, and the cold wind blowing in the night came with a hint of chill. Kinslon said as if there was no emotion on his cold face: "Your Majesty has secretly granted me arbitrary authority, and you do not need to bear all the consequences, and what you want is to follow Your Majesty's orders and suppress the riots!"

"Take care of my horse, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, Kinslom turned around and came to the finished hand to reach out and waved his hand. All the soldiers began to disappear quickly in front of the team.

"Old old thing that is old and boring."

Watching Kinsloan's final disappearance, Safelland murmured in a low voice, then he raised his hand and shook the reins lightly, and the team began to move forward again.

...

Tirrant stood on a simple platform in the small square in the complex building. With the light of the moonlight and the dim street lights, countless members who had gathered together were concentrating their eyes on him at the same time.

Anqiluo had already left here with his noble ministers, and they had their own tasks.

Waldorf had sent back the latest information, and the Kingdom Guards were approaching here, and he summoned all members to pay for the upcoming results.

"Friends who formed a blood flag."

A deafening sound came from Tilrant's mouth, and the wound on his abdomen tugged and raised the painful nerves. He raised his head and took a deep breath.

"This may be my last call to you, why? I think many people have understood that His Majesty the King has sent the Kingdom Guards to suppress us!"

"Ha ha--"

He suddenly burst out laughing, and everyone heard the bitterness and sadness in the laughter.

"Do you choose to give the strongest cry in your heart, or choose to surrender in pain and sadness?"

"I think you are all making a difficult choice. The former may die; the latter may fall into self-blame and guilt. But it is not your fault. All the mistakes are on me, because it is me who led you to trigger everything, and I am inciting your blood with my ideal words."

"Maybe it's impulse, maybe it's other purpose, maybe...you, like me, are truly willing to give everything for this country, even if you sacrifice your own lives."

"They are coming. I will take on everything. I am no longer willing to use my ideals to restrain your true thoughts. If you are willing to follow me again, please stay."

"If you can no longer bear the cruel facts you are about to face, please leave, leave! Cherish your life and leave with your true thoughts!"

The square echoed with Tirrant's hoarse words. People looked at his lonely and tired figure. At this moment, they seemed to understand that the leader they once admired and respected had chosen to go to a path of no return.

He is releasing animals, releasing their freedom, freedom not bound by ideals.

The crowd began to stir, and gradually, the density became loose, like a chain reaction of dominoes, and more and more people left and chose to leave.

Because of Tilrant's words, they seemed to find relief. Even though they felt guilty in their hearts, the fear of death overwhelmed them.

They no longer insist on it, and the so-called ideals and beliefs are now just for passing by.

Tilrant watched quietly, motionless.

This was his decision, he had no regrets, everyone was free, he was unwilling to drag them into the abyss of ethereal ideals, they were not him.

The crowded square became empty, and there were not many members left.

"Why didn't you choose to leave?" Tilrant looked at them with a complicated look.

They looked at each other, and an ordinary college student stood up, looked up, and looked at him firmly.

"Senior Tilrant, you are not the only one who is willing to sacrifice and protect this kingdom. We are not bound by your ideals, but because we love this kingdom as much as you."

"I came from a civilian family in a small town behind the northern defense line of the Kingdom. When the Osasu barbarians invaded in the year of the fog, all my family and friends died in that war. I was captured and survived as slaves and saved by the Kingdom army. The nightmare of the past appeared thousands of times. At that time, I secretly swear that I would give everything to protect this country, because I don't want anyone to bear such painful experiences again!"

"I was born in a small town where the kingdom and Sugro are bordered by Sugro. Every year, people in the town die at the hands of those stubborn racks. Every year, people in the town become Sugro's soldiers. I once thought about what would happen if Sugro invaded the kingdom one day. The living is in pain and the dead cannot sleep. What a tragic scene it would be! I will not accept this result, so only the strength of the kingdom can prevent nightmares from happening." A college student stood up and said.

"I came from an ordinary noble family. Suddenly one day, a young master who covets our family's wealth deprived us of everything. My father committed suicide with hatred. I hated all the incompetent and greedy nobles. If this country is like this, what hope does this kingdom have?"

"I……"

They stood up one by one and revealed their hearts. Different people and different classes, fate brought them together, and fate brought them together common ideals and wishes.

Tilrant laughed because he was not alone.

"Friends, pull out the sword in your hands! convey our voices to all the people in the kingdom. We want them to know that we are not wrong! History will remember us and remember the right choice we chose this day!"

"Clang—"

The sound of the sword unsheathed echoed, and the moonlight seemed to flow on the cold sword tip, shining on their firm and tender faces.

The earth shook, and sanctions were coming.

Safirland held his spirits, stopped the horse, stretched out his hand, and the guards of the team scattered one after another to form an attack formation, and in front of them were the college students who had been waiting for a long time.

They held the sword and pointed the sword edge at them.

Is it brave or ignorant?

Safirland slowly drove the horse forward and looked at the most conspicuous person in front of him, because all the college students were behind him.

He raised his head slightly, glanced at them, turned to the man not far away in front of him, and smiled, "When I came, I heard that there were many people in you, but now, the facts and the information do not seem to match each other."

"The unnecessary sacrifice cannot bring any chance of winning. Everyone's ideals will change when facing reality, so I let those people choose to leave." Tilrant said slowly.

"Eduardo Safellland, adjutant of the Third Kingdom Guards."

Safelland nodded and introduced himself.

“Amalenda Tilrant.”

"Amalenda? A very familiar surname." Safirlan said after turning his head and thinking for a moment.

"A few years ago, a minister named Amalenda tried to change the country, but his ending was deprived of his title. A year later, he died in a conspiracy to assassinate." Tirrant said coldly.

"It seems that this is true."

Safelland looked at Tyrrant in front of him carefully and said curiously with a smile: "So, who is he yours?"

"He is my father." Tilrant's voice became colder.

"I remember he didn't leave any descendants." Safirland said with a deeper smile.
Chapter completed!