The next day.
The bleak autumn wind blew dust into the air and enveloped the entire Silvermoon City, making it look even more gloomy.
This garden city that had been immersed in a festive atmosphere had become gloomy after just one day.
Although the tragedy in Queen Aisha's palace had only spread among the half-elf nobles, the commoners in the city could also feel the tense and oppressive situation.
After all, the tightly shut city gates, the order to forbid entry and exit, and the patrolling soldiers on the streets all indicated that something big had happened in Silvermoon City!
At eight in the morning, Duke Müller, who had not slept the entire night, followed Prince William to the main hall of the palace.
To be honest, Duke Müller had heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that the king had summoned him.
From his point of view, as long as the king was willing to see him, it meant that the Miller family had not been completely abandoned, and there was still a glimmer of hope.
The Miller family, who had just suffered an unprecedented crisis, could not wait to grab onto any life-saving straw.
"Good morning, Your Majesty!" Duke Müller placed his hand on his chest and bowed, trying his best to appear as natural as usual.
However, the dark circles under his eyes and messy hair had already revealed the fear and weakness in his heart.
"Good morning, Duke Müller." The old king leaned on his scepter and stood on the high platform in the main hall, looking at his old subject from afar.
The old king actually thought highly of Duke Müller.
Otherwise, he would not have given him the position of prime minister of the half-elf kingdom.
Duke Müller did not disappoint the old king. In the ten years that he had been prime minister, he had done a good job, managing the half-elf kingdom well.
When the king had married Aisha Miller as Queen Consort, it had actually been to rope in this capable prime minister and make plans for his next generation.
Otherwise, there would have been no need for him to marry Aisha.
Of course, Aisha was beautiful, but he was already over seventy years old. No matter how beautiful she was, he could only look at her. What was the point?
Moreover, from the first day Aisha entered the palace, the old king could tell that she hated him.
No matter how she tried to disguise herself, she could not escape the old king's sharp eyes.
The old king didn't care too much about this. In his opinion, such a beautiful young lady was forced by her father to marry a dying old man. How could she not be angry?
However, he had never imagined that this resentment would bring such a disaster to himself and the House of Medea!
Yes, although he did not manage to get anything out of Queen Aisha last night, the old king still firmly believed that this woman was lying!
What happened in Queen Consort's bedroom was definitely not that simple.
This was the intuition of an old politician who had been in the treacherous political world all his life!
He had no evidence, but he didn't talk about evidence either.
"Didn't sleep well last night?"
"It's alright …"
"When one gets old and experiences many things, it's easy for one to not be able to sleep."
The old king's unhurried attitude puzzled Duke Müller. Under such circumstances, he still had the mood to chat?
However, it seemed that the old king was here to chat with Duke Müller. "I remember you told me that you have two sons, right?"
"Yes."
"Grandson?"
"There is one."
"How old is he?"
"Just a month old."
"Just a month old." The old king slowly walked down the platform and approached Duke Müller. He said pointedly, "Not many people know such a young child, right?"
Duke Müller looked up abruptly, as if he understood the old king's meaning.
His lips trembled slightly, and a complicated expression flashed across his eyes. It seemed to be pain, hatred, and gratitude …
After a while, Duke Müller replied, "Of … of course, he is a child after all. He has not met many people."
The old king nodded and sighed. "Yes! And children grow up quickly. They change every day. Even if someone saw them when they were young, after a year or two, no one would be able to recognize them. "
At this point, Duke Müller naturally understood the old king's meaning.
Obviously, the old king was telling him that the Miller family could no longer be saved, but he could help him keep a bloodline — Duke Müller's one-month old grandson!
Duke Müller's face was covered in tears, and his whole body began to tremble.
He did not know if it was out of fear or gratitude.
"Your Majesty … Thank you … for everything you have done for the Miller family!"
The old king reached out and patted Duke Müller's shoulder twice. "I hope you do not resent me," he said softly.
"I will not resent you." Duke Müller smiled sadly. "This is the fate of us half-elves. Being sandwiched between giants, it is inevitable that we will be crushed to pieces. "
The old king sighed, as if he deeply agreed with Duke Müller's words.
He leaned close to Duke Müller's ear and whispered, "Rest in peace. I will send someone to replace your grandson."
Duke Müller nodded and looked at the old king one last time.
Then, he unsheathed his sword without hesitation.
But at this moment, the old king raised his hand to stop Duke Müller.
"Your Majesty, do you have any other orders?"
The old king reached out his right hand and said coldly, "You are my knight. If you want to die, you should die by my hands."
Duke Müller was stunned, but still handed the sword to the old king.
Then, he closed his eyes.
Chi!
The sword pierced through his chest.
… …
Outside the hall, Prince William was accompanying Saint Prospero and his sister.
"Your Highness, when will His Majesty see us? We have been waiting for so long. "Anna asked impatiently as she picked up a pebble on the ground.
"It should be soon!" Prince William hurriedly explained with a smile, "Father is currently meeting with Duke Müller. You will be next."
The Earl Of Avon was still drinking wine, minding his own business. Hearing this, he suddenly asked, "Your Highness, what happened yesterday? Are you still unwilling to tell us?"
Prince William laughed and waved his hand, "This … When you see His Majesty, you will naturally know."
"Okay." The Earl Of Avon did not mind, and picked up the wineskin and poured more wine into his mouth.
After a long time, a guard hurriedly ran to Prince William's ear and whispered a few words.
Then, Prince William invited Saint Prospero and his sister, "His Majesty can see you now, please!"
The Earl Of Avon and Anna immediately strode forward into the hall.
"Prince William, don't you want to go in with us?" The Earl Of Avon suddenly turned around and asked.
"I won't go. His Majesty only said that he wants to see you."
"Okay."
The two siblings did not suspect anything and walked into the hall.
However, the hall was empty, and there was not a single person in sight.
"Your Majesty?" The Earl Of Avon tried to call out, but only heard his own voice echo.
Anna wrinkled her nose and asked in surprise, "Why is there the smell of blood?"
"The smell of blood?" The Earl Of Avon suddenly felt a chill and realized that something was wrong.
"It's in that direction." Anna walked deeper into the hall.
After taking a few steps forward, they were shocked to find a bloody corpse lying on the ground, with a long sword in its chest.
Because their line of sight was blocked by the pillars in the hall, they were not immediately discovered by the siblings.
"Not good! Let's go! "The Earl Of Avon quickly grabbed his sister's arm and ran out of the hall.
"What's wrong, brother?" Anna was still in a daze.
"This is a trap!"
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