the next day.
The bleak autumn wind rolled up dust all over the sky, covering the entire Silver Moon City, making it look even more gloomy.
This garden city, which was originally immersed in a festive atmosphere, became gloomy after only one day.
Although the tragedy that happened in Queen Aisha's bedroom was only spread among the half-elf nobles, the common people in the city also felt the tense and depressing situation.
After all, the closed city gates, the order prohibiting entry and exit, and the patrolling soldiers that can be seen everywhere on the streets all show that something big has happened in Silvermoon City!
At eight o'clock in the morning, Duke Miller, who hadn't slept all night, followed Prince William to the main hall of the palace.
To be honest, after learning that the king summoned him, Duke Miller was greatly relieved.
In his opinion, as long as the king is still willing to see him, it means that the Miller family has not been completely abandoned, and there is still a glimmer of hope.
The Miller family, which had just suffered an unprecedented crisis, was eager to grab any straw.
"Good morning, Your Majesty!" Duke Miller stroked his chest and saluted, trying to behave as naturally as usual.
However, the dark circles under his eyes and messy hair had clearly revealed the fear and weakness in his heart.
"Good morning, Duke Miller." The old king leaned on his scepter and stood on the high platform of the main hall, looking at his old minister from afar.
For Duke Miller, the old king is actually very important.
Otherwise, he would not be handed over to him as the prime minister of the half-elf kingdom.
And Duke Miller did not disappoint the old king. During the past ten years as prime minister, he has done a good job and managed the half-elf kingdom in an orderly manner.
When the king married Aisha Miller as queen, it was actually to win over this capable prime minister and make plans for his next generation.
Otherwise, there is no need for him to marry Aisha.
Of course Aisha is beautiful, but he is over seventy years old, no matter how beautiful a beauty is, he can only enjoy his eyes, so what's the point.
What's more, from the first day Aisha entered the palace, the old king saw that she hated him.
No matter how she pretended to be, how could she escape the vicious eyes of the old king.
The old king didn't care too much about this. In his opinion, such a beautiful young girl was forced by her father to marry a dying old man, how could she not have any resentment.
But he never thought that this resentment would bring such a catastrophe to himself and the Murdive family!
Yes, even though he couldn't get anything out of Queen Aisha's mouth last night, the old king still firmly believed - this woman lied!
What happened in the queen's bedroom at that time was definitely not that simple.
This is the intuition of an old politician who has spent his whole life in the turbulent political arena!
He has no evidence, but he doesn't speak of evidence either.
"Didn't sleep well last night?"
"good… "
"When people are old and have experienced many things, it is easy to fall asleep."
The old king's unhurried attitude made Duke Miller a little puzzled. In this situation, how could he still be free to talk about family affairs
However, the old king seemed to come to chat with Duke Miller: "I remember you told me that you have two sons, right?"
"Yes."
"Where's the grandson?"
"There is one."
"how old are you?"
"It's just full moon."
"It's just full moon." The old king walked down the high platform slowly, came to Duke Miller, and said pointedly, "How many people know such a young child?"
Duke Miller raised his head suddenly, as if he understood what the old king meant.
His lips trembled slightly, and an extremely complicated look flashed in his eyes, like pain, like resentment, but also like gratitude...
After a long while, Duke Miller replied: "When... Of course, he is a child after all, and he hasn't seen many people yet."
The old king nodded and sighed: "Yes! And children grow up fast, and they look different every day. Even if someone saw them when they were young, they will not recognize them at all after a year or two."
Having said that, Duke Miller naturally fully understood what the old king meant.
Apparently, the old king was telling him that the Miller family could no longer keep it, but he could save a bloodline for him—that is, Duke Miller's little grandson who was just full moon!
Duke Miller burst into tears immediately, and his whole body began to tremble.
I don't know if it's out of fear or out of gratitude.
"Your Majesty... thank you... for everything you have done to the Miller family!"
The old king stretched out his hand, patted Duke Miller's shoulder twice, and said softly, "I hope you don't hate me."
"I won't hate you." Duke Miller smiled miserably. "This is the fate of us half-elves. Caught between giants, we will inevitably be crushed to pieces."
The old king sighed, and seemed to agree with Duke Miller's words.
He leaned close to Duke Miller's ear and whispered, "Go with peace of mind, your grandson, I will send someone to replace it."
Duke Miller nodded, and took one last look at the old king.
Then, without hesitation, he drew his sword.
But at this moment, the old king raised his hand to stop Duke Miller.
"Your Majesty, what other orders do you have?"
The old king stretched out his right hand and said coldly: "You are my knight, if you die, you should die by my hands."
Duke Miller froze, but still handed the sword to the old king.
Then, I closed my eyes.
Chi!
The long sword passed through the chest.
…
Outside the palace, Prince William was accompanying the St. Pross brothers and sisters.
"Your Highness, when will Your Majesty see us? We've been waiting for so long." Anna asked impatiently while lifting a small stone on the ground.
"It should be soon!" Prince William quickly explained with a smile, "Father is receiving Duke Miller, and it will be your turn next."
Earl Evan was still drinking wine by himself, when he heard this, he suddenly said, "Your Highness, what happened yesterday, are you still unwilling to tell us?"
Prince William waved his hands with a smile and said, "This... After you meet His Majesty, you will naturally know."
"Okay." Earl Evan didn't care, and picked up the wine bag and poured it into his mouth.
After a long time, a guard hurried to Prince William and whispered something in Prince William's ear.
Then, Prince William invited the St. Pross brothers and sisters: "You two, Your Majesty can see you now, please!"
Earl Evan and Anna immediately strode forward and walked towards the hall.
"Prince William, don't you go in together?" Earl Evan suddenly turned around.
"I won't go, His Majesty only said that he wants to see you."
"good."
The two brothers and sisters walked into the hall without doubting him.
However, the hall was empty without a single figure.
"Your Majesty?" Earl Evan called tentatively, but only heard his own echo.
Anna wrinkled her nose and asked in surprise, "Why does it smell like blood?"
"The smell of blood?" Earl Evan shuddered suddenly, realizing something was wrong.
"In that direction." Anna walked deep into the hall.
And after they took a few steps forward, they were shocked to find that a bloody corpse was lying on the ground on its back, with a long sword stuck in its chest.
Just now, because the line of sight was blocked by the beams and pillars in the hall, the brothers and sisters didn't notice immediately.
"Not good! Let's go!" Earl Evan quickly grabbed his sister's arm and ran out of the hall.
"What's wrong, brother?" Anna was still in a daze.
"It's a trap!"
(end of this chapter)