Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 300: choose

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Your Majesty, the time is almost up. "A voice floated across.

"Have those annoying guys left yet?" Yolande closed the scroll on the desk and rubbed his brow with his hand. He looked a little tired.

"You haven't made a decision yet, how dare they leave?" A gray figure appeared behind Youlande, and gently put a fox fur cloak on Youlande: "Your Majesty, winter is coming. You need to take care of your body.”

"For me, this is indeed an out-and-out winter, because I have to admit...I am already old." Yolande stood up from the throne with a smile.

"Your Majesty, if you don't want to, you can leave those people alone." The gray figure's tone was originally very humble, but now it suddenly became colder, and the temperature of the air dropped, as if winter had come early: "As long as I No one can force me to be the king if I still have one breath left!”

"I remember the first time I heard you say this, I was still very young. How many years must I have been? Almost... thirty years, right?" Yolande narrowed his eyes, as if he was remembering something: " For more than thirty years, you have been by my side, like the most loyal shadow, and you even forgot yourself for me. To be honest, old man, I owe you so much in this life."

At this time, there was a faint sound of bells in the distance, and the gray shadow turned sideways and listened: "Your Majesty, the time is coming, haven't you made a decision yet?" It seemed that the shadow was not used to showing his inner emotions. , actually changed the topic for an excuse.

"They will wait for me." Yolande smiled: "Patience and ambition must match. If they don't even have this patience, what qualifications do they have to sit here." After speaking, Yolande used the power in his hand to The stick struck the throne a few times, gently and not hard. His expression was playful, exclamatory, playful, but showed no respect. The scepter and the throne represent the highest authority and must not be desecrated. If the civil and military dignitaries were still here, they would definitely be stunned on the spot, and they might even think that there is something wrong with Julande's sanity.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"Don't be nervous. I'm just venting." Yolande smiled and raised the scepter in front of his eyes, carefully observing whether there were any marks on the scepter. It looked like a person who vented his anger on a toy and then came back again afterwards. A child who is afraid that his toy will be damaged: "Old man, you know, I had to sit here because only by sitting here can I realize my ideals."

"Your Majesty, I think no one knows you better than me." The gray figure's voice became deeper.

"Young people are always too optimistic. Only now do I understand that ideals often become utopias." A faint wry smile appeared at the corner of Yolande's mouth.

"Your Majesty. I remember you once said something thought-provoking."

"Oh, what is it? I have said too many things that make people think deeply. How can I remember them if you don't tell me." Yolande smiled and said: "Sometimes, when I cough or look at someone, it will make people think. If you think deeply, you can’t find the answer here, and they won’t even be able to sleep well after they go back.”

The gray figure couldn't laugh or cry, and the atmosphere of sighing for his old age suddenly disappeared: "Your Majesty, you said that as long as you work hard for your ideals, you will not leave any regrets. You also said, People must learn to enjoy the process of hard work. From the time you took the throne to the present, you have been working hard to strengthen the empire and eliminate bad governance. You..."

"That's a lie." Yolander interrupted the black figure with a smile: "Losers always find ways to comfort themselves, and so do I. Enjoy the process? Haha... A farmer, working with his face turned to the loess and his back turned to the sky. What he wants is harvest; a blacksmith. Sweating like rain in front of a furnace like hell. What he wants is results; and I, what I want is a new and powerful Mayo Empire! If you tell them early. Theirs If there is no reward for their efforts, will they still try hard?”

"This..." The gray figure didn't know how to answer.

"Don't believe what those bards say. No matter how profound the philosophy is, it's not as real as a handful of wheat. Sometimes, don't believe what I say. I know how to deceive people better than those bards." Youlan De adjusted his royal robe and then became thoughtful.

The gray figure sighed softly and closed his mouth, but who knew that after waiting for a long time, Yolande was still motionless. Another bell came from outside. The gray figure couldn't wait any longer and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, you haven't made a decision yet? Otherwise... let's go to Chris's place. Today is his birthday after all."

"No, since he has made a decision, we should not cause trouble for him and respect his decision."

"You mean to go to Glendon's place?"

"He is very smart, brave, and has perseverance. Among these children, he is the most like me when I was young."

"I'm a little confused. Are you praising Glendon or yourself?" The gray figure smiled.

"I'm remembering that time." Yolande sighed: "I like him very much, but he is also the person I worry about most, because

He has never suffered a tragic failure before. In my eyes, he is like a bird in spring. He only knows the warmth of spring, but does not understand the irritability of summer, the desolation of autumn, and the cruelty of winter. It is also my fault. Let him go. It went so well. "

"Glenden has a deep feeling for you. Didn't Saul say it before? When the news of your misfortune in the magic circle reached the front line, Grandon fainted on the spot, and then cried and fainted several times. , In contrast, West is indifferent to you, he is only busy dealing with those ministers."

"As a supervisor of the Northern Front Army, are you trying to attack the enemy with your own cries?" Yolander shook his head.

"That's better than West." The gray figure said. In fact, he knew that he shouldn't express too many opinions on this issue, but he was very disgusted with West, the high-level water system who tried to assassinate Julande. The wizard Blufield was brought by West. Fortunately, he discovered Blufield's abnormal behavior at that time. What if he hadn't discovered it? Although careful investigation at the time could prove that West was not involved in the assassination, the jealousy in his heart was unquenchable and he never wanted to see West gain the upper hand in the fight.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Yolander said with a smile: "Let's go to West's place. Philip will also go. Recently, he and West have been very close. You also know that he has been Today is a rare opportunity for me to mediate."

"The older the old guy gets, the weirder his temper becomes!" Speaking of Philip, the gray figure's tone became very unkind: "When things happen, he always puts the blame on others. Why doesn't he think about it, if he hadn't doted on Zeda so much? , will Zeda become a playboy? When Zeda was young, he was smart and cute."

"There is nothing wrong with doting. Saul also dotes on Niya, but he is not the blind doting like Philip." Yolande breathed a sigh of relief: "I still remember that time Niya ran into the palace late at night and shouted It’s about saving lives.”

"I remembered it too." The gray figure smiled.

"But no matter what, Philip has also made great contributions to the empire. Compared with his personal character, I value his achievements more." Julande said slowly: "Philip is also older. Philip has had a good start, and as long as he doesn't go too far, I will definitely defend him and give him a good ending."

"Your Majesty, you must not let up on this issue!" The gray figure said sternly: "Otherwise God knows what Philip will do."

"He doesn't dare." Yolande said lightly. Yolande often makes self-evaluations, and his evaluations are very pertinent. For example, he knows that he is not as good as Beeri in the military and not as good as the prime ministers in politics. His greatest advantage is that he is good at recognizing and employing people. This is not to boast. From the time he succeeded to the throne to now, Julande has rarely missed anyone. Now when it comes to Philip, he also thinks that everything is under control. But this time Julande was wrong. For a person who knew that his death was imminent, and whose heart was full of hatred that he couldn't let go, his actions were likely to become extremely crazy. For the sake of old friendship, Julande tried to personally bring a perfect end to Philip's legendary life. The signals of goodwill and reconciliation he made would turn into a disguised support for Philip.

The gray figure was silent. Although he was both a peak powerhouse, he was very different from Thor, Philip and others. His life was saved by Yolande, his parents were buried by Yolande, and he Yolande killed his enemy for him. From that day on, he regarded himself as Yolande's most loyal servant. He practiced hard just to better protect his master. It can be said that for Yolande, He doesn't hesitate to hurt anyone, even Yolande's own son!

Over the decades, he personally created a terrifying spy force for Julande, and his character gradually became hidden, and he even learned to do things he thought were right without telling Julande. Philip was unwilling to obey Julande's orders, so he had subconsciously regarded Philip as his enemy. During this period, he often came into contact with Philip's most valued student, Sean, and reached a subtle understanding. In fact, if Yolande and Sean could meet, what would be achieved would not be a subtle understanding, but a clear allegiance, but he did not dare to do that because Yolande was a nostalgic person and would not allow him Secretly plotting against Philip.

Yolande walked slowly to the door of the palace, suddenly stopped, turned around and said with a smile: "Guess what I just thought of?"

"Your Majesty, you are trying to embarrass me. How many people can guess what you are thinking?"

"In your eyes, I am choosing a successor, but to me, I seem to be looking for someone who can defeat me."

"Your Majesty, you are really..." The gray figure showed a dumbfounded look again.

"Actually, in the face of time, everyone is a loser." Yolande shook his head and pushed open the palace door. Outside was a group of silent ministers.