"General Mioric, is your father in there?" A young man in his twenties or fives who looked heroic stepped out of the teleportation array. Next to him was a man who was about the same age as him and looked very good. A handsome magician, judging from the badge on his magic robe, he is already a high-level magician.
"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty has been waiting for you." Mioric nodded slightly: "This is..."
"This is my good friend Blufield."
"Oh? Is it the water mage you mentioned in your letter who saved you once?"
"Yes."
Mioric hesitated for a moment and stepped aside: "Your Highness, please."
West, the great prince of the Mayo Empire, smiled and nodded at Miocic, and stepped into the main hall. Miocic followed the two people silently. As the commander of the Guards, Miocic must Being extremely careful at all times, His Royal Highness will not have any problems. He has only met this Blufield once, so he does not dare to take it lightly.
The king of the Mayo Empire, Julande, looked very young. If it weren't for the dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his obvious weight gain, some people would believe that he was only in his thirties. Seeing West walking into the main hall, Julande put down his hands. Scepter laughed and stood up, opening his arms: "My child, I heard that you encountered big trouble on the road? I am very happy to see you return safely!"
"Father!" West took a few steps in a hurry, opened his arms and hugged Yolande gently: "It's all my fault that the child was too careless and made my father worry about me."
"It was you who saved my child?" Julande's eyes fell on Brufeld: "Tell me your name, it was you who saved the hope of the Mao Empire. I, Julande, will do my best. Reward you!"
"Your Majesty, you are too polite." Brufeld bowed politely: "As long as there is still a sense of justice in the heart, no one will stand idly by. I can help a noble prince. Rufed’s pleasure.”
"Well said, may justice last forever!" Yolande laughed a few times, walked back to the throne and sat down: "West, have you finished all your things?"
"No, father, I heard that the Allison Empire's Dark Moon Magic Legion was transferred to the front line. Our country has suffered an unprecedented threat. I was so anxious that I had to put those things aside for the time being and rush back as quickly as possible. .”
"Oh?" Yolande glanced around thoughtfully. Even if this kind of military secret would be leaked sooner or later, West should not have gotten the news so quickly. There can only be one explanation. This is what happened between the DPRK and China. The minister informed West in some way. He had been sitting on the throne for more than 20 years. How could Julande not understand the tricks inside? This child... had already begun to gather his confidants.
"Father, my child has a request!" West suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.
"Tell me." Yolande looked at West with a playful look.
"When the empire is under unprecedented threat, as the eldest prince of the empire, it is my unshirkable responsibility to share the worries of my father! Father, I am willing to go to the front line immediately to help Glendon fight against the provocation of the Allison Empire!"
Julande did not speak. Wester was his eldest son and he had watched him grow up. On the road to power, Wester had just started. His little thoughts could not hide from Julande's insight. Although Weister Sturt said he was going to help Grandon, but in fact he wanted to control Grandon's power.
This request is high-sounding, but Julande cannot agree to West's request. Glendon is the warlord. If another warlord is sent, the two warlords will quarrel, which will inevitably mess up the front line!
In the eyes of Julande, West is good at everything, smart, witty, and very popular. The most important thing is that West is the eldest son. All along, Juland has regarded West as his heir. Cultivated. But West's big heart is a worry for Yolande. He cannot see that his two younger brothers are better than him in some aspects, and he always tries every means to suppress his two younger brothers.
Before the Allison Empire transferred the Dark Moon Magic Legion, Julande had already noticed from various clues that the Allison Empire was going to start a war, so he sent West out to meet someone. He knew West had never experienced big storms and was afraid that West would make a mistake, so he told all the plans to the person West wanted to meet, letting that person take charge of the overall situation and try his best to reach a political marriage with the Shansha Empire to resolve the issue. Tensions between the two countries, and then some troops were withdrawn from the eastern front to attack the Allison Empire from two directions.
He didn't expect that West would leave without telling him, causing all his plans to come to naught. After getting that person's urgent and secret letter, Yolande felt very disappointed.
As a father, Yolande is qualified. He did not show any emotion on his face. Instead, he mobilized the atmosphere and filled the palace with a strong father-son affection. He did not want to hurt West's self-esteem, but for a king, He said, can he still be a qualified king if he protects his own children so much
"Father..." West became a little anxious when he saw that Julande had not spoken for a long time.
Yolande sighed softly, reached out and pulled off a piece of bamboo from the bamboo mat next to him, and threw it to West: "Child, break it."
West was stunned for a moment, but he still followed Yolande's words and broke the bamboo piece forcefully.
Yolande signaled the palace maid to roll the bamboo into a ball: "My child, break it this time!"
West was holding the bamboo mat in a daze. He was a mid-level magician, and his physical strength was very fragile. Even if he was a mid-level swordsman, he couldn't break such a thick bamboo mat without using a weapon
"Father, this...how can this be broken?"
"Why can't it be broken?"
"So many bamboo pieces put together... it's too thick!"
"You are wrong, they are too united!" Yolander stood up slowly: "Compared with the ability to lead troops in combat, I am not as good as Beeri and Mioric. Compared with my magical attainments, I I am not as good as Thor, and I am not as good as Stig in terms of profound knowledge, but I am the master of the Mayo Empire, and all people must bow their heads under my throne! My child, do you know why this is?"
West opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
"Compared with those truly strong people, I am fragile." Yolande walked slowly to West, pulled out the smallest piece of bamboo, and waved it with a smile: "Gently exert force. It can break me."
"Father, you..."
"But!" Yolander shook off the bamboo mat, placed the smallest piece of bamboo on the side, and rolled the bamboo piece in the middle with the bamboo mat: "Now, who else can break me! "
West looked at the bamboo mat and then at Yolande, thinking deeply.
"A generation of monarchs must learn to tolerate and unite! Tolerate mistakes and errors that can be tolerated, and unite all the forces that can be united. Only in this way can you become the most powerful person!" Julande did not want to give up West, but only He can use fables to give West some enlightenment.
"When Beeri became the Juggernaut, I put down my scepter, put on my cloth and sneaked out of the palace, and drank a night with Beeri in a tavern. I congratulated him on his achievement! When Miocic became After Golden Knights, I…”
"Your Majesty!" Mioric interrupted Julande in a hurry, and his face turned red. It was obvious that he and Julande must have done something ridiculous at that time.
"Haha..." Youland smiled: "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
Mioric's expression has not yet calmed down, and he is looking around, not daring to look at Yolande.
Yolande's eyes fell on West again: "My child, don't be jealous of your ministers' achievements, and don't deprive your ministers of their glory, otherwise..." Yolande's voice suddenly turned sharp: "You are not qualified to sit on the throne at all. There!" The scepter in Yolande's hand pointed straight at the throne.
West was sweating profusely and couldn't say anything.
"Glenden has been fond of military affairs since he was a child. He is better than you and better than me in this area. Let him worry about the war and don't interfere with him." Yolande rubbed his brow with his hand: "Once the war begins, If it breaks out in full force, there will be more political affairs. I am so old...I can’t handle it alone, so please stay and help me.”
"I understand, kid," West whispered.
Yolande waved his hand, and West wiped the cold sweat from his head as he retreated. In his impression, his father had always been amiable, but what he said today was so heartbreaking that he almost couldn't bear it. .
"His Royal Highness, shall we... go to the front line?" Blufield said in a low voice.
"Do you think you can still go?" West smiled bitterly.
"The thing about mobilizing people to write letters..."
"Stop, stop everyone!" West shouted in a low voice: "I have a feeling that my father has a very bad impression of me now, and I can't act rashly anymore."
"Understood." Blufield nodded.
The two people stepped into the teleportation array together. The teleportation array was activated. West, who was standing in front, could not see it. Blufield's little finger on his left hand suddenly turned into a withered bone, and then a drop of black blood disappeared silently. The drops fell, dripping onto the runes under the teleportation array, and then disappeared. When the two people stepped out of the teleportation array, the tail finger of Brufeld's left hand had returned to flesh color.
"Your Highness, where are we going?"
"Go to see my mother. My father always listens to my mother. Only my mother can help me say a few good words in front of my father."
"So that's it, Your Highness, it's a wonderful idea." Blufield smiled.
"Now it seems...my father has always been very fond of me. If I had known this, I might as well not have come back." West smiled bitterly.
"It doesn't matter, Your Highness, your wisdom can completely solve this little trouble."
"Maybe..." West sighed.
At the other end of the teleportation array, a gray figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, quietly watching the runes on the teleportation array, and for a long time, a long sigh came out.
(This chapter was supposed to be posted in the morning, but I logged in to the author area from 7 o'clock and didn't log in until 8 o'clock, so I had to go to bed. I have encountered this problem before, but I tried it more than 20 times at most. I can go in. I don’t know what happened today. I often see the advertisements that two friends helped me make in other books. I have done it myself. I know that this kind of work is boring and energy-consuming. It takes so much time to do it. Help me, I’m very touched. If nothing else, this book must be written well no matter what, so that it can be worthy of everyone!)