After Becoming The Tyrant

Chapter 97: Uncle's letter

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Longsword, Iron Gloves, Defender.

The king drew his sword and put it on General John's shoulder.

"In the name of Rose, you will be my defender from now on."

He stared into General John's eyes and announced.

General John tapped his heart: "For the glory of Rose!"

Behind the king, the rose knights watched this scene, they drew out their long swords and held them high: "For the glory of Rose!"

Dignity, glory, oath.

This is the knight!

The king turned on his horse, and General John followed him on horseback, just as the Duke of Buckingham did when he went out with William III.

The standing Triumph division moved forward again.

The welcoming crowd cheered, and the red carpet rolled out inside the Iron Armor Torrent City Gate passed by, and people on both sides threw flowers on the triumphant knights.

The return of Balbo and Newcana to Legrand was an extraordinary victory.

When the news of the Duke of Buckingham, the death of the lion of the Empire came back to the country, everyone was sad and desperate. Once again Lang has a powerful enough monarch.

He has grown enough to take over the responsibilities entrusted to him by his father and uncle to lead people to victory.

A thousand years of division and disintegration, all the Legrand people who are fascinated by the former prosperity are eager to see the scene of the unity of the flag, Balbo and Newcana are like a prelude, they are seeing the dawn of hope.

The citizens of Metzl Castle put on the red clothes symbolizing the rose early, and flooded the streets to greet the triumphant king and his knights. They warmly welcomed the victorious knights. On the streets, huge and elaborate fake castles were erected, where oil-painted theatrical actors sang and recorded generations of outstanding kings.

These plays even the congratulations of Metzl Castle to her monarch are pleasing to the people:

They begged the king to continue leading his knights to protect the country.

As the king and his knights walked to the center of the castle, some little boys and girls in rose garlands ran out of the crowd, their cheeks flushed. The boys and girls took off the wreaths on their heads and presented them to the valiant knights, and the king leaned over to receive this innocent gift from a little girl.

After laying the wreath, the little girl and the little boys held hands, and they sang, leading the way for the king:

"Long live, flower of the world, heroic Legrand knight!"

A chronicler witnessed the scene when the king took the wreath from the girl, and he excitedly wrote this record: "A mighty and steadfast king, a loyal defender, a knight who did not fear death, Loving their people... Such a Legrand, such a Rose family, who can say that we cannot witness the arrival of glory

After a long disintegration, a great and glorious unity will come to pass. "

The whole city offered her congratulations and cheers to the king and his knights.

First mate Charles, wearing a double-breasted coat, stood in the crowd. He watched the king walk into the Rose Palace surrounded by people, with General John at his side. Charles was slightly relieved. He raised his head and watched the play being rehearsed in the fake castle, just in time for the scene where William III made the Thirty-Six Kingdoms bow their heads.

"Is the Rose family like this? William."

Charles asked softly.

Tough, silent, no matter how heavy the burden, they always walk forward step by step with a straight spine, making people feel that they are omnipotent. It wasn't until the moment they died that it dawned on them that they were also mortals and would die too. So did William, and so did the Duke of Buckingham.

They will only let people see their strength, from beginning to end, like a knife, like a sword, and like a shield.

Charles' voice was drowned in cheers.

When he received the news of the Duke of Buckingham's death, Charles was still unable to relax after all, and rushed back from the southeast coast to assist General John in dealing with Legrand's internal affairs. Before leaving, he asked Captain Hawkins if he wanted to come back as well.

At least, attend the Duke of Buckingham's funeral.

This sentence, Charles did not say, but Hawkins must understand.

The cold sea breeze was blowing, and the ghost ship "Jenny" gently undulated with the tide. Captain Hawkins, who always wore a sloping hat, was sitting on the railing, shaking his wine bottle: "I won't go back, noble. I can't believe a word of what I said... I'll continue to be a coolie for him here."

None of the nobles' words can be trusted. Those who once said that they would step on the deck have died in the flames of war before they saw the old guys at the time.

Charles pulled up his collar, and he followed the crowd toward the palace.

After walking through the entire triumphal process, the king came to the mansion of the Duke of Buckingham.

The mansion of the Duke of Buckingham is very close to the Rose Palace. It was originally given to the Duke of Buckingham by William III. The coat of arms of the Rose family is engraved on the main entrance of the mansion. But after walking in, I can feel that as a duke's mansion, its interior layout is a bit too shabby.

The sudden death of William III plunged Legrand into chaos. At that time, the Duke of Buckingham used almost his entire net worth to support the royal family's finances. But these dukes never mentioned to him, and when he came of age, the dukes burned all those IOUs.

When the king was just sober, when he wanted to collect twenty thousand pounds to redeem his cousin, he once asked the Chancellor of the Exchequer about the Duke's income. The answer he got at that time surprised him.

For so many years, the Duke of Buckingham, like an ascetic, did not focus on pleasure, his only hobby was probably collecting weapons and armor.

The king walked on the long gallery where many armors were displayed.

He looked at a set of armors. These armors were not antiques, and even most of them were dilapidated. General John whispered to him that some of the armor belonged to the Duke himself, and more was left by his soldiers each time. After each war, the Duke of Buckingham would try his best to collect the armor of his knights.

"He often looks at these armors."

General John looked at the blood-stained armor.

The king looked around, as if he saw the white-haired old man walking down this corridor alone - he put his armor and the armor of the sacrificial knight together, did he feel that they would still accompany him

"He's always been a good general."

the king whispered.

So there are so many people who will not hesitate to charge with him when he draws his sword, so there are so many people who forget the fear of fighting on the battlefield after his death, just to let his coffin step on the ground The land he wants to reclaim.

They came to the end of the corridor, which was the study of the Duke of Buckingham.

"I've put things on the table." General John looked at the king. "Every time he goes out, he writes a letter to me. If he doesn't come back, give it to you. If he comes back, Just burn the letter. The only thing he asked me to do is the only thing I didn't do... I kept them all. You'd want to see them all, I think."

"thanks."

The king put his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the extremely heavy door.

Candles were burning in the study, the fireplace was still burning, and the bookcases were on the floor and many manuscripts were displayed on them. The desk was placed by the window, and a chair with worn armrests was slightly opened, and on the back of the chair was the red cloak that the king had sent to the Duke of Buckingham.

Everything looked as if the owner of the study had only left temporarily and would return.

The king watched everything in the room silently for a long time, then closed the door and walked in alone.

He looked around the study, walked to the table, reached out and picked up the neat stack of letters.

Opening the first letter, the familiar strong and powerful words came into view:

"His Majesty:

Please allow me to apologize to you, when you read this letter, I can no longer walk with you..."

The vision suddenly became blurred, and the king slowly slid down against the table, and a sense of astringency rolled up, and he could no longer support it.

A cold truth has never been so strong-

The Duke of Buckingham will never accompany him on those political affairs again... No one can read all the letters first and sort out the important ones for him. No one will ever tell him again, accompany me out for a walk.

The overwhelming coldness, the king raised his hand to cover his face, and he gasped deeply.

From now on, who else will give him a fatherly hug

Thick stacks of letters, each representing a battle for the Duke of Buckingham. After the death of William III, what left the Duke of Buckingham was not only his infant nephew, but also a turbulent and war-torn Legrand... Over the years, the Duke has been like this, using one game after another without knowing The battle to survive or not, defended the land of the Qiangwei family.

Every time he played, he was ready to die on the battlefield.

The king reads the letter.

In each letter, the Duke of Buckingham made a detailed analysis of how the situation in the country would change after his death, from which aristocrat's character to what kind of advice the state might take. , who is loyal to the royal family...

If he died, the king was able to stabilize the political situation as he suggested, and if he won, the king would not know how his uncle was ready to go into battle.

So many letters, so many wars of life and death.

Everyone is afraid of the war in which human life is like a must, and no matter how outstanding the knight is, it is possible to die in any accident of the war. What kind of person can prepare time and time again that he will die in battle

He is a well-deserved lion of the empire.

The king read it one by one, as if he saw a chaotic political situation gradually subside in front of the determination of the Duke of Buckingham, and saw himself grow up gradually.

The Duke of Buckingham's letter has always been gentle and firm.

He was a hardened general, a brave and fearless knight, and a gentle uncle.

Only the last letter remains, which is longer than all the preceding letters.

"... I'm sorry, Your Majesty, for letting you bear the fate of the entire Legrand from birth."

This letter was written before this Flatland Northland rebellion. At that time, he had sobered up from his madness, and the crazy gamble of the Qiangwei family had won. In previous letters, the Duke of Buckingham never mentioned this, when he was still in a frenzied torture, and the Duke did not want to burden him with more responsibility.

In the last letter, the Duke of Buckingham told him all the choices he had made with William.

"The last thing I couldn't tell you before. I hope it will make you happy, my dear boy." The Duke of Buckingham's handwriting finally took on some relief, like a heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart for a long time. Finally put it down, "About your mother..."

The door was gently pushed open.

The king looked up, realizing that the Duke of Buckingham had left him one last gift.

In front of the door, the woman with black hair and green eyes looked at him with tears in her eyes, trying her best to show a smile.