"Teacher."
A call brought Nabott back to his senses. The Prime Minister, who had always been focused, rarely lost his mind. The Chamberlain beside him had an indescribable smile on his face. Nabott looked over and saw a handsome young man bowing slightly to him in the sunlight pouring down the corridor. Nabott's tightly knitted brows relaxed slightly. "Good morning, Your Highness Julian."
"Good morning, Teacher." The second son of Tangerio Great Emperor, Julian, had a sunny and handsome appearance. His reddish-brown hair inherited from his mother's, like the afterglow of the setting sun reflecting the color of the red leaves. The prince, who had always been gentle, used golden leaves to buckle his silver silk cloak on his shoulders today. Inside was a silver armor and a light blue coat. All of this made the prince look sunny and dashing. He was like an elegant white poplar. Unfortunately, the Great Emperor's evaluation of him was that he was too elegant and lacking in courage.
The empire was martial, and this evaluation had undoubtedly forced Julian into a disadvantageous position in the battle for the throne. All the ministers in the court guessed that the Great Emperor meant that the empire needed an emperor who could conquer martial arts, not a humble and courteous benevolent monarch. As a result, Hawson, who had an army background, was naturally more respected.
It was rare that Julian was not discouraged. His toughness had always been praised by Nabott. The Prime Minister had also told the Great Emperor that a valiant emperor was naturally good, but to maintain the empire for a hundred years, he needed to be able to face the wind and rain without breaking his spirit. In this regard, the Great Emperor neither denied nor agreed. He only smiled.
The Chamberlain walked to the side and Nabott pulled Julian over and asked softly, "Have you seen His Majesty?"
Julian shook his head and smiled, "Father did not receive me on the grounds of the military parade."
Nabott said, "Oh, do you need me to say anything for you?"
"I only ask Father to give Viscount Allen a slightly fairer environment." Julian sighed, "Teacher must have heard about what happened in Mosaio. The Bloody Earl was almost able to succeed. If he didn't get the approval of Great General Arkham, I wouldn't believe it even if I were beaten to death." If Royal Father doesn't say anything about this matter, then I can only imagine how many more dirty methods they will use. The late Emperor of the Empire once said that Sir could die on the battlefield, but not in a conspiracy. This was the foundation of the country. I just want to ask Imperial Father, do the teachings of the late Emperor still count? "
Nabott smiled. Although Julian had always been modest, he was still of Tangerio blood. Even the First Prince, Howson, might not have the courage to question his Royal Father. The Prime Minister patted the student's hand and said, "I understand. If there's a chance later, I will speak to His Majesty."
At this moment, the chamberlain coughed softly. Julian smiled and retreated. Nabott nodded and left.
On the shooting field, a hundred gunmen lined up in three rows, taking turns to shoot at the target under the repeated orders of the officer. The sound of gunfire rose and fell on the empty drill ground, and the smell of gunpowder wafted in the air. Tangerio's black hair refracted a faint halo in the sunlight. The Great Emperor sat on an iron seat specially made for him. A fiery red velvet cloak hung down from the chair and draped over the ground. In front of him was a large black iron table filled with food. Tangerio was tearing off a turkey leg and putting it in the basin. Then, he watched the soldiers on the field shoot while picking grapes and strawberries and putting them on a plate.
The chamberlain walked to his side and whispered. The Great Emperor nodded. A moment later, Nabott stood on the right side of the Great Emperor. The Silverfrost Guards brought over a chair. The Prime Minister did not stand on ceremony and leaned his butt against the cold chair. Tangerio looked at him and took a bite of the chicken leg. "My good Prime Minister, you don't look very well," he said.
"Because of the nightmares last night, Your Majesty."
Tangerio pushed a plate of fried steak in front of the Prime Minister. Naturally, someone brought him napkins, knives and forks. Nabott didn't eat as heroically as the Great Emperor. He folded the napkin meticulously and stuffed it into his collar. Then, he tore open the steak with a knife and sent the steaming beef into his mouth. Tangerio took a sip of a glass of strong wine beside him and said, "Tell me what you dreamed."
"It's fine if you don't say it. Your Majesty won't like to hear about it anyway." Nabott said expressionlessly.
Tangerio scolded and shouted, "I told you to say it. What's the point of talking so much nonsense? You like to hang on to my appetite. If you don't say anything, you don't have to say anything and get out of here. "
Nabott had long since become accustomed to the Great Emperor's rude words. He picked another grape for himself and threw it into his mouth before saying, "I woke up before dawn and looked out into the sky. The sky in the north was scarlet and weeping with blood. Your Majesty, this is not a good sign. "
Tangerio snorted, "You believe in the celestial phenomenon? I thought only farmers could look at the sky and see the stars. It turns out that our Prime Minister is also good at it. "
Nabott pretended not to hear the Great Emperor's sarcasm and said indifferently, "Since the Astronomical Theory exists, it has its own reasons. Why should Your Majesty deny it?"
"I don't believe it anyway." Tangerio frowned and looked at the sky. "I'd rather believe in my sword than believe in the sky."
"Marquis Hilla is missing." Nabott suddenly changed the topic.
Tangerio narrowed his eyes. "If you have a fart, just let it out."
"Your Majesty should also know that Sheila is my close friend. More than half a month ago, he secretly sent a letter. The letter said that he had received a mysterious invitation that might uncover a huge conspiracy. But he didn't elaborate. I rushed to see him overnight, but I didn't find anything. For the next three days, there was no news of him. Then ten days ago, Sheila's son came to see me and said that Sheila had never returned since she left that day. "
"He disappeared, along with the guards he brought with him." Nabott's gaze shifted to the plate. He gently sawed a piece of beef with his knife. "Sheila's last stop was the Forest of Angry Horns. That forest borders the Dragonstone Icefield …"
After saying that, the Prime Minister gently lifted the plate. Sure enough, the next moment, the table shook violently. The food, vegetables and fruits on it jumped into the air and rolled all over the ground. When the table stopped shaking, Nabott put down the plate and continued to eat his beef slowly. Tangerio's eyes widened as he roared, "Nabott, what do you mean by this?"
The Chief Chamberlain turned his face away, and the nearby Silverfrost Guards pretended not to hear anything. However, they sincerely admired Nabott from the bottom of their hearts. Only the Prime Minister dared to anger the Great Emperor as if nothing had happened. If it was anyone else, they would have been scared out of their wits by the Great Emperor's anger.
Tangerio gasped heavily and lowered his voice, but it was still like rolling thunder. "You know whose territory the Dragonstone Icefield is, and you still dare to say that. Does that mean the disappearance of that old man Sheila has something to do with him?"
"I didn't say that, Your Majesty. I just said that Sheila was missing. I didn't mean anything else from beginning to end. "
The Great Emperor laughed instead of getting angry, "Bullshit, I don't know what you're thinking. Alright, alright, alright. No matter what, Sheila is a Marquis. He can't disappear so mysteriously. I'll have someone investigate. Are you satisfied now, my good lord? "
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Let me finally have an explanation for Sheila's family."
"Hmph, what else is there?" Tangerio grabbed a roast chicken and chewed it angrily.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to remind you. The Duchy of Shadow is gathering troops on the north and south sides. I don't think it will be long before there is a war. At this time, shouldn't Your Majesty put that matter aside for now? "
"You said cut the army?" Tangerio rolled his eyes and said, "Why should I let it go? In my opinion, we should hurry up. You know that the war is imminent. Once the war starts on the north and south fronts, I need the Imperial Army to react quickly. So those lords should hand over their troops and let the Empire take command. "
"Then they will come to Olisga. At that time, Your Majesty will wake up every day to hear their cries."
"How dare they!" Tangerio waved his hand and said, "I have my own ideas about this. You don't have to say anymore. I saw you bump into Julian just now. "
Nabott nodded.
Tangerio called for the Chief Chamberlain and said, "Send a message for me later and have the Internal Affairs Division prepare a new set of Earl's medals. When Viscount Allen arrived at Oliska, he would have it delivered to him. At the same time, arrange a time for me to personally award the medal to this Sir. "
The Chief Chamberlain's eyes were slightly surprised. What an honor this was. Tangerio turned around and said to Nabott, "Tell Julian that I know what he wants to say. I haven't forgotten the teachings of the late Emperor. There's no need for a brat like him to come and teach me a lesson early in the morning. I know if he's going to shit or eat when his little tail curls up. That's why I sent him back. Don't waste my time. "
Nabott smiled and said, "To personally award the medal to that Sir, this Viscount Allen … No, Earl Allen really has a lot of face."
Tangerio laughed, "Whoever can survive Hoey's two shots and kill a Count of Strength will have this face. Besides, Julian seems to have been bullied recently. I'll give him a push so that he won't think that I'm biased as a father. "
"You're fair."
"Don't fart, Prime Minister. Your flattery skills are still far from enough."
Nabott smiled but didn't say a word. Julian was worried that the Southern Sir would be killed just like that, so he risked the Great Emperor's wrath to interfere a little so that he could give him a relatively fair environment. Unexpectedly, Tangerio said on the spot that he would be awarded the medal. As long as today's words spread out, those who wanted to touch Sir Allen could only restrain their thoughts. After all, the Great Emperor's gaze had already fallen on that Sir. If that Sir was unable to reach the imperial capital, then the Great Emperor's anger would not be so easy to bear.
However, there were pros and cons to everything. The more attention that Sir received from the Great Emperor, the more danger he would face when he arrived at the imperial capital. Because of Tangerio's words, the Sir's battlefield was no longer on the journey north, but in Oliska.
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