Chapter 538
Golovin hills, sky palace, emperor's palace.
Only those who have been here in person can understand how Eckhart II’s bedroom is different from what they imagined-in a sense, the Emperor of the Twelfth generation and his Grandmother, the famous "Crazy Dragon Queen" is simply two extremes.
The latter once elevated art to the level of the rise and fall of an empire and civilization, while the former regarded all this as if it were a shoestring, and disgusted it extremely.
Fancy decorations, cumbersome patterns, finely crafted Dali stone pillars, thrilling blue bricks, and bloody blood in a gold and silver wine glass... these all are poisons that corrupt the soul.
The grand ceremony, the extravagance, and the all-night banquet...These are just the surface of the golden flock, and there are intertwined tactics in it, and the real key is the conflict.
Small bedroom, no furnishings, except for a bed, there are only desks and bookshelves for stacking manuscripts. You can't even see the wine racks and fireplaces in the homes of ordinary nobles, only a few Eboden fluorites The lamp acts as a light source to illuminate the entire room.
Brandon can no longer see a half smile on his face. He sat at the desk and looked at the silhouette across the table without saying a word. His hands and fingers were crossed, and the knuckles that were too hard were already a bit general. White.
trembling with fear, like walking on thin ice.
Even if it’s his own father …No, it’s because it’s his own father that Brandon is even more afraid to impudent - even in front of Connold, Brandon will not be nervous enough to keep Indifference can make oneself calm down.
Eckhardt II, the highest emperor of the Twelfth generation of the empire.
At this moment, he is propping his head with one hand, closing his eyes and resting. Under crimson's long hair, he has a pair of sword eyebrows that is not angry and prestigious; even if he only has a loose robe and is defenseless, it makes people dare not move at all. .
Fidgeting...this feels that Brandon is very aware of it now.
But I can’t just stay silent like this... Right now, the night watchman of Imperial Capital has begun to raid Xiamu’s courtyard, clearing out the eyeliner there and the intelligence network of various powers and nobles; if Loren is really still inside, then for sure Won't let him go!
Twenty-two night watchmen encircled and suppressed, as well as Root Infinite’s spies all over the city, the ambushing assassin and the killer who knows where...
Brandon I have confidence in his wizard advisor-Loren’s best thing is to create miracles. The ogre of the ancient wood forest can’t kill him, the mutants of Eboden can’t kill him, the monsters north of the fortress and World of Ice and Snow still can't kill him...
To be honest, he has suspected more than once that Loren is actually an apostle of an Evil God...but there is no evidence.
And even if it is so-I can have one more handle in his hand, but I will still trust him wholeheartedly.
This is not only trust, but also a promise.
More importantly, at the moment Loren Torino is the only person he can absolutely trust, and he is also the most important helper and deputy. He also counts on him to help himself and the Torino family alliance.
Brandon looked up at the opposite father, only to see that he was still indifferent, closed his eyes and rested.
Imperial Father, Imperial Brother, Rout Infinit, Holy Cross Church...
You...you have to kill him, kill my only friend NS?
His Royal Highness pressed his index finger and clenched his fists with both hands.
"Are you worried about him?"
The silent Eckhart II finally spoke, but he still did not open his eyes.
"Yes." Brandon admitted without hesitation: "He is my only friend. He has done so many things for me. Of course I am worried about him."
Not admitting it at this time is of no use except to make father look down on it.
"Do you know how many people he offended this time?"
"Half an empire, the entire Imperial Capital."
"You know even if I don't kill He, and some people want him to die...Even the wizards?"
"Clearly." Brandon was slightly nodded, concealing the sneer that slipped by the corner of his mouth: "Those people are here. I'm afraid of him, I'm afraid that he will make the Imperial Capital and even the empire more variables...No one wants to see changes."
"One trial, he can make the Holy Cross Church return in low spirits after failing; can make the ambitious Chamber of Commerce a failure...give him time, opportunity and power, and he can do more!"
"Oh..."
Eckhardt seems to be questioning, and it seems to be asking: "Do you trust him that way?"
"I never believed in Loren Torino..." Brandon suddenly smiled. Grinning like a child:
"Because he can always surprise people!"
"Brandon..."
"father, I know what you are doing... I am also grateful that you are willing to give me such an opportunity; really, I have never asked for this." There was a bright smile on his face, and the hardened hands could already hear the bones and joints rubbing. The sound of:
"through childhood, you didn’t look at me straightly once...even when I got the giant dragon Mirasis, but my brother didn’t get anything. I’m sorry to say that, but I’m here for you I only see suspicion and suspicion in my eyes."
"Even you...you are wondering if I did something--yes, it fits my personality and consistent style very well, doesn't it?"
Eckhardt didn't say anything, he just looked at his son silently...the youngest son who is the least obedient, most keen on giving people "surprises" and surprises.
This...is good at hiding and hiding his son.
Finally, he no longer hides his ambitions.
"Your brother... Connold, he sees farther than you-he will be replaced by him today, and he won't do anything extra." Eckhart said:
"His ambition... can lead the Dessarian family to an unfinished glory for twelve generations. He can change himself for all of this."
"This is the innate talent of Imperial Brother. , He was born as a model of the'Supreme Emperor'." Brandon shrugged self-deprecatingly, opened the mouth and said nonchalantly:
"I won't...I won't change myself for anyone !"
"Okay." Eckhart slightly nodded, looking at his son calmly: "How much are you willing to pay for this?"
The price?
Brandon opened his arms, his open expression is more indifferent, the corners of his mouth are funny, and his eyes are even more unscrupulous:
"Let it take it!"
"Those who voluntarily abstain from voting are not worth giving a second chance." Eckhart said solemnly: "I won't give you a second chance...Imperial and Desalion Imperial Family, absolutely not Turbulent and divided because of one person!"
"I didn't expect this, did I?" Brandon scratched his head. The smile on his face became brighter and brighter: "But as your son, please allow me to say a few more words before you make such a big decision."
"Yes... Brother Connold is The most standard emperor model, and the one who can win the unanimous recognition of the entire empire...From the church to the nobles, everyone is unanimously supporting him to inherit the throne."
"But because of this...he also He has his own blind zone, and also has more limitations-what he can see may not be able to do it!"
"And I can." Brandon's voice is still Unscrupulous arrogance:
"Disgust, hatred, doubt, hostility... I see too much; father, if you really want an heir who can change the empire, don’t expect him to follow Shun Lee succeeded to the throne, because such a person...must be someone who carries the empire, but is an enemy of the empire!"
"Father, I am Desa Leone, the giant dragon royal family and Sa The descendants of the Crane royal family."
"I... will never be afraid to be an enemy of the entire empire!"
Eckhardt II stared at him, staring at both The same color as myself, fearless eyes.
"Very well, I promise you."
"If Loren Torino can escape from the Imperial Capital under the chase of the night watchman, I can let it go."
Huh?
This, this succeeded? It's that simple? !
Brandon was extremely surprised-with his knowledge of father, this little trick shouldn’t be enough to convince him; at the very least, he had to set up written evidence to show him that he would never I will be with the Imperial Brother again...
Eckhardt raised his hand to block Brandon who was still in shock, and handed a note to Brandon.
As soon as he took it over, Brandon immediately noticed the bright red mark on it.
It's blood...not dry yet.
next moment, the surprised Prince stared wide-eyed!
"Twenty-two night watchmen...no one is spared..."
I can't see what I am thinking, Eckhart's face is not at all annoyed by being beaten in the face , But his eyes narrowed into a gap:
"As you said...he is really good at surprising people!"