The giant bell on the palace tower is ringing.
There was chaos inside and outside the imperial city, and all the palace attendants who were running around looked panicked. Outside the imperial city, the firelight of the city blocks in the distance can be clearly seen, and the riots have also spread to the imperial palace.
The Royal Forest Army is gathering, but from the soldiers to the officers, everyone has a gloomy look on their faces, and a decadent look after defeat is written on everyone's faces.
Just outside the hall in the palace, officials and nobles of an empire have gathered here. Many people heard the commotion in the middle of the night and rushed from their homes in panic. Many officials are dressed in embarrassment, and some even have nightgowns on their bodies, and some don't even wear boots on their feet.
Obviously, these aristocratic gentlemen are terrified. Everyone was crowded together and gathered nervously outside the hall, as if waiting for something - but at this time, it seemed that everyone's eyes were full of blankness.
"Lord Prime Minister! Lord Prime Minister is here!"
"Lord Sarum Bonelli!!"
"Sir! What should we do!!"
"Run away! There are still ships in the harbour, and if we leave now, we might still have time..."
"Sir, come up with an idea! The rebels..."
Salem Bonelli also seemed to be a little embarrassed. His robe was full of mud, and he had no hat on his head. The cold wind blew his gray beard and hair a little disheveled. .
What surprised everyone was that this frail old prime minister actually carried a sword in his hand! More importantly, there is actually blood on the sword's edge!
"quiet!!!"
The old prime minister ran to the top of the steps and looked down at the group of panicked people in front of him. Although his voice was a little stiff and a little hoarse, but at this moment, and the sword edge still dripping with blood in his hand, Immediately everyone shut their mouths.
"Silence!!" Sarum Bonelli's sharp eyes seemed to swept across everyone's faces: "Shut up! What does it look like to be so noisy!"
Everyone looked at the old man, everyone was in panic, in fear, and some people were even shivering.
"We haven't reached the end yet! General Spahn has brought the army, and now he is setting up the defense of the palace! The rebels have not yet invaded the palace, and you all seem to be at the end of the day!" The old prime minister's eyes were sharp : "Look at your appearance! Have you all forgotten your identities! You are nobles! High officials of the empire! Aristocratic elites of the empire! Now look at yourself, what do you look like! A group of bereaved dogs! Have you all forgotten? Is your identity! Even if you are in this situation now, at least keep a little dignity for yourself!"
Looking at the old prime minister, the people below were silent for a while, and finally someone couldn't help but whisper: "Sir, there is still a little time now, the city is already in chaos, while the rebels have not reached the palace, focus on Guards, we are protecting His Majesty towards the pier, where there are still boats…”
"Shut up!!" The old man didn't wait for the man to finish, he slammed his drink and slammed the sword in his hand: "I swear to the gods, whoever dares to say the word 'escape', my sword will kiss him neck!!!"
The old man's eyes were piercing, he stared at the person who spoke just now, gritted his teeth and said: "I came all the way from home, and I have killed a few deserters on the way! At this time, don't force me to raise my sword against my own people! "
With the accumulated prestige of the calendar, the people below looked at the old prime minister in awe.
Sarumbonelli took a deep breath, looked at the crowd, and said in a low voice, "Where's Your Majesty?"
No one could answer this question, everyone looked blank, and some looked at each other, unable to answer this question.
Salem Bonelli was furious: "You come here to make noise and cry! Didn't anyone see His Majesty! Damn it, what the hell are you doing here!"
Finally, someone tentatively said: "Sir... We are here, but, Your Majesty... He doesn't want to see anyone... He..."
Sarumbonelli only felt black in front of his eyes, and the less anger in his chest, the more anger he grew stronger.
The old man was also awakened in the middle of the night by the news of the rebels sieging the city. These days, he has tried his best to cooperate with Adric and others to preside over the affairs of the city, which has made his aged body almost collapse, and finally the rebels have stopped moving these days. The Landis people have landed again, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief. He had a rare good night's sleep last night, and who would have known such a shocking news!
The news of the rebels' full attack on the Arc de Triomphe dragged him out of bed, and he had planned to go to the Arc de Triomphe to see the situation. But after the old man got up and put on his clothes, before he walked to the Arc de Triomphe with his guards, he heard news from his subordinates that there was a fire in the direction of Wellington City Gate, and there were riots in the city.
The sophisticated prime minister immediately sensed the danger! He tried to go to the Arc de Triomphe to find Adric and Spahn, but there was already a riot in the city, and the guys who were in charge set fire and riot everywhere. The old prime minister only had a few guards and servants with him, and he was trapped in the chaos in the city. In the riots, some of the inmates who participated in the riot seemed to recognize his carriage, and some people tried to attack his convoy. Most of the guards of the old prime minister have been transferred to enrich the city defense army - many aristocratic officials in the city did this. . There were only a few guards who stayed by his side, and the rest were just a few young and strong servants at home.
As a result, in the chaos, those servants were slaughtered and scattered by the thugs. It was only by the bravery of a few guards that they rushed out of a bloody path to protect the old prime minister and killed him. On the way, they encountered a small team of patrolling horses and finally escaped the danger. .
Then he had no time to go to the Arc de Triomphe, so he could only go back to the palace. As a result, bad news came one by one. The rebels broke through the gate of Wellington, the city was in chaos, and people were scattered...
The riots have spread to almost half of the city blocks. Most of the rioted areas are the areas where nobles live. These places are sparsely populated, and most of these noble families are rich and beautiful, so they naturally become the best targets for those thugs to attack. . The few patrolling horses in the city could no longer maintain order, and when General Spahn arrived with the defenders, the old prime minister realized how bad the situation was.
There were not many garrison troops in the palace. Before dawn, the city was full of fire, and the sound of fighting and rioting came from everywhere. In the chaos, everyone had no idea what was going on outside, and even looked at the city. There were fires everywhere, and everyone thought that the rebels had entered the city in large numbers.
The phenomenon of escaping began to appear in the palace. In the palace, many servants, taking advantage of the chaos at night, packed up their belongings and escaped. There were deserters even among the garrison.
Fortunately, Spahn came quickly with someone, and the situation was stabilized a little.
Spahn brought no more than 3,000 soldiers, and he immediately controlled the inside and outside of the palace.
Just before the old prime minister arrived, many nobles had already fled to the palace.
At this moment, outside the palace, the city is full of chaos, some internal response to the matter, and some rioters who are rioting at night began to attack the homes of these nobles, and many servants around them ran away. At this moment, there seems to be only the palace in the city. There are also guards.
These nobles who fled here in a panic, cried and begged to see Emperor Garcia, but as a result, the young emperor has not shown up until now!
The only one who saw the emperor was General Spann. It is said that the first time General Spann came to the palace, he met the emperor, but it was only for a short time. Then when General Spann walked out of the palace, his expression changed Like a dying person.
The old prime minister glanced angrily at the noble ministers crowded under the steps. With a heavy flick of his sleeves, he turned and ran towards the hall above.
As soon as he ran to the door, several pale-faced court attendants stopped in front of him, and a court official was obviously frightened, his body was trembling, and he stopped in front of the old man: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has an order, and I don't see anyone. man, you…”
"Go away!"
The old man was really angry. He raised his leg and kicked this guy fiercely. The old prime minister didn't kick the court official away, but he stumbled. The court attendant next to him hurried up to help, but the old man had already raised the sharp sword in his hand and shouted, "Get out of the way!! No one is allowed to touch me!"
He stood firm, and was about to rush into the hall again. Seeing that the palace official was about to stop him again, the old prime minister raised his eyebrows and shouted sharply: "I am the prime minister of the empire! The national disaster is at the head, you dare to stop me from seeing Your Majesty, why do you have the heart! Get out! Go! If you don't give way, I'll let your blood splatter on the spot!!"
Perhaps it was the old man who suddenly became arrogant, or perhaps it was such a doomsday situation that the so-called imperial decree did not have much deterrence. When he reached the gate of the palace, he kicked the gate open and walked in proudly.
In the huge palace, the atmosphere is gloomy.
The candles and braziers in the main hall that were always bright day and night have all been extinguished, and the hall is full of gloomy and cold air, full of a doomsday smell.
The old man stepped forward and saw that the surroundings were completely dark, only at the front end of the hall, as if there was a little candlelight, swaying weakly.
The old prime minister rolled up his sleeves and strode over with his sword in hand.
In front of the main hall, on the emperor's seat, the young Emperor Garcia was sitting there.
The young emperor, wearing a gorgeous robe with a crown on his head, held the scepter that symbolized imperial power tightly in his hand.
On the table beside him, only one candlestick was lit, and the flickering and dim yellow candlelight reflected on his face, pulling the shadow on his face very long...
"His Majesty!!"
The old man shouted, his voice full of anger: "Why are you still sitting here at any time now!!"
Garcia raised his head and glanced at the old prime minister standing at his feet.
Salem Bonelli saw the young emperor's face clearly and was startled!
The young Garcia's face was withered like a dead man, blue and gray, and his gorgeous robe seemed to be put on a dead body, and his whole body was full of anger.
If it wasn't for Garcia's eyes still rolling, and the old prime minister heard his slight breathing, even for a moment, the old man almost thought that the person sitting on it was a dead man.
"Prime Minister, you... here..."
Garcia's voice didn't seem to be alive at all. He seemed to look up at the old prime minister, but it was obvious that his eyes were a little sloppy.
"Your Majesty! At a time like this, you must do something! Instead of shutting yourself up here in a daze!" The old man said, and he took a few steps to catch up, reaching for Garcia's sleeve.
However, Garcia suddenly shrank his arms and avoided the hand of the old prime minister.
Then, the young emperor suddenly smiled, but this smile was full of despair: "Do something... What else do you think I can do? What else can I do?"
His blue-grey face gradually became hideous under the candlelight.
Garcia gritted his teeth, his voice seemed to be squeezed out bit by bit from his throat: "What else can I do?! I desperately entered the city and ascended the throne. You told me that I should trust Adric and Spahn, I I gave them all the trust, all the military affairs were handed over to them, all the troops were dispatched by them, I would never intervene! I even handed over the Royal Forest Army to them, mobilized the whole city to resist, all the nobles Contribute bodyguards and private soldiers! There is a shortage of supplies in the city, and a rationing system is implemented. I, the emperor, took the lead in reducing clothing and food. I even donated the royal horse that I pulled to the soldiers as mounts! I only sleep for less than three hours a day. To boost morale, to give speeches, to encourage people, I went to church, and even begged the church to ask them to let magicians come to our aid, I even put down the dignity of an emperor, endured humiliation, and signed the most humiliating contract with the Landis. Jump! Everything I do is for the Empire!! Don't think I don't know what everyone is talking about! Everyone says I'm a traitor emperor! I sold the interests of the Empire to the Landis - yes! You are all talking about me behind my back!!! But there are a few people who understand my situation and my difficulties! How can I not bear the burden of humiliation when the country is so powerful!!! I even know that the history books of future generations will definitely leave me ashamed When people in future generations will talk about me Garcia, they will give me the hat of a 'traitor emperor'! But I don't care about all of this! All I want is that this empire can continue!!!"
At the end, the young emperor, the muscles on his face contorted into a ball, suddenly screamed: "But now! What did I get!! You tell me! What did I get! I trust Adri so much Ke and Spahn! Give them all the defense of the city!! I agreed to all their demands, everything, whatever they want, I will give it! Just the day before yesterday, Adric swore to me , they can win this war and won't let the rebels enter the city! But now! Now!! They have betrayed my trust!!!!"
The old prime minister listened to the young emperor's breathing, and his breathing sounded like an old man's powerlessness.
"... Your Majesty." The old prime minister suddenly blushed and burst into tears, looking at the young emperor: "We... we still have hope, General Spahn is already setting up the defense of the palace, the rebels, they can't get in here for the time being ,us… "
"That's just a matter of time!"
Garcia suddenly laughed wildly: "Sooner or later! Salon Bonelli! Don't you understand!! I'm about to become a subjugated emperor!! I have done all this, but I can't save the country's luck, and I can't stop it. happened!!"
The young emperor jumped up and clenched his fists, as if trying to break free, but soon, he plopped and fell to his knees!
Seeing the emperor like this, the old prime minister released his hand and the sword fell to the ground. The old man knelt down and knelt down in front of the emperor.
Garcia burst into tears and looked at Sarumbonelli: "Prime Minister, you tell me, you look into my eyes, you tell me, am I a subjugated emperor? I did everything I could! I... I... I shouldn't have gotten this result! I shouldn't!! It's not fair, it's not fair!! I don't want to enjoy, I never dare to slack off government affairs! I, I shouldn't be an emperor of a subjugated country!! It's not fair ,unfair!!"
Salem Bonelli was heartbroken, looking at the young man who was on the verge of collapse in front of him.
Perhaps because of his age, in the eyes and hearts of the old man, the young man in front of him did not have much of the majesty of the so-called emperor, especially at this moment, in front of him, it seemed that Garcia was just a desperate and decadent young man.
In all fairness, the young emperor did not deserve such an ending.
He worked hard enough and was diligent enough. After being crowned and enthroned, he was considered to have fulfilled his duty as an emperor. He never enjoyed the power and benefits brought by the status of an emperor for a day. The matter of signing the covenant in a hurry is not negotiable, but thinking about it carefully, he does not seem to have much choice...
It can even be said that even if any one is replaced, in his position and situation, it is impossible to do better than him.
It is not his responsibility for the state to be like this, or to put it simply, he is just very unlucky, born in such an era, when such an imperial power was at a low level.
The beginning of the Tema military region system a hundred years ago, the imperial power has been lost, and the warlords have been in power.
Taking a deep breath, the old prime minister tried his best to calm himself down: "Your Majesty, now..."
"Now?" Garcia suddenly stood up, and he sneered again and again: "Now? I tell you what to do now! I have done everything I should have done! I have done everything to save the empire! But I failed So I tell you, now I have to do something for myself! I, Garcia, will never die here! I don't want to be captured by those rebels! I don't want to be caught by those rebels, don't let They put my head on the flagpole like a flag to show off their success! I will never let this happen!!"
Hearing this, the old prime minister felt a little pity in his heart just now, but suddenly he sank suddenly, looked up at Garcia, and said: "Your Majesty, you, you want to run away?!"