Without the royal family's knowledge, the Parliament of Nobles approved Lord Lawrence's application with lightning speed, allowing him to lead troops to search for refugees.
Search for refugees by force?
Excuses!
Even a fool could see that he was looking for an excuse to attack Ellington.
"Since they're in such a hurry to die, let them be."
Victor murmured to himself. He had a hunch that the peace of this country would soon be broken.
At that time, Ellington, led by Tang En, would be his most powerful backer.
Scar of the Holy Sword.
This was a very spectacular rift valley. The mountain peaks on both sides seemed to have been split in half by a sword. The cliffs were smooth and steep, and in the center of the rift valley, there was a huge fortress that was hundreds of meters tall, blocking the entire rift valley.
Holy Sword Fortress. This was the base of the Third Legion of the Empire.
In the commander's room, Gilad Irrus sat in the middle of the room, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the slightly cold light. In the rift valley outside, under the shadow of the sun for a long time, snow was still piled up there. Some had even frozen to the point that it was hard. Countless warriors were naked in such an environment, crawling forward on the cold snow, undergoing arduous training.
Girard had obviously inherited the excellent bloodline of Victor and Olina. The sunlight outside the window shone on his head. His bright golden short hair was as bright as the light of Luenbica. His two extraordinary dashing eyebrows added a bit of heroic spirit to his handsome face. His sapphire blue eyes were full of magnetism, deeply attracting all the opposite sex who had seen him.
His height of about 1.8 meters was enough for him to look down on most people. He did not have exaggerated muscles, nor was he so thin that he could be blown away by the wind. His explosive strength was completely contained within his body.
When he was very young, Victor had used the privilege of the royal family to build a solid foundation for him with a lot of resources and rare treasures. Then, he created a monstrous genius. At a young age, he already had a powerful strength that was close to the legendary level.
A prince with strength, ambition, and patience. He was destined to leave his name in history and become another brilliant super master of the Prandal Empire.
On the table in front of Girard, there were several scrolls. As Victor had worried, the rumors about Alinx had been placed in front of him.
A man covered in a cloak stood on the other side of the table silently.
"Illegitimate child … What a ridiculous rumor."
Girard suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man in black opposite him with a faint smile. "What do you think?"
"That's not important, is it?"
The man in black said with a strange smile. "What's important is that he has a lot of support."
"I'm a prince, the only prince of the Irus Empire."
Girard said faintly, "It's useless no matter how loud his support is."
"But the people don't care. The Irus has been weak for a long time, and everyone wants to live a rich life. Tang En gave them hope, and Ellington's changes tempted them. And your father, the king, sent you to this desolate place, but gave him strong support. This is not difficult to explain. People would rather believe that Tang En is the illegitimate child who is favored by Victor."
The man in black's voice was hoarse and low. He said slowly, "In their eyes, you can't compare to Tang En."
Girard's face suddenly turned gloomy. All the sharp swords in the room were unsheathed, whistling as they gathered around the black-clothed man. In an instant, all the vital points of the black-clothed man were sealed. "I admire your courage, but do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
"Since I dared to come here, I didn't plan to go back alive. Complete the mission, or die here."
The man in black, who was targeted by dozens of swords, still said calmly, "I think that our goals don't conflict. We need war, and you need war. Not only do you want to show your will to the Irus, but you also want to show your strength to other countries."
"War is the only chance for the Irus Empire to rise again. Only a world burning with the flames of war is a world where the strong should live, not this peaceful and boring rigid world."
Girard looked at the man in black with disdain, and the swords returned to him one after another. "You are right about one thing. Only war can restore the past glory of the Ilrus Empire. Only war can be the era where I should be active."
"Your Highness is very smart. We should choose to cooperate."
"No, in your eyes, I'm an idiot who is being used by you."
Girard sneered. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to cooperate with you?"
The man in black was silent.
At this moment, the table on Girard's desk suddenly twisted. A moment later, an envelope with Victor's seal appeared on the table.
Seeing the seal on the ink pad, the man in black trembled. "Hehe … Your Highness, do you need me to leave for a moment?"
"No need."
Girard said faintly and opened the envelope.
"Girard, my son, Alinx, is doing well. Please don't worry about him.
Chaos has already appeared. Quickly take control of the Third Legion. The crown and the throne are all yours. Don't worry about those rumors.
Once war breaks out, Ellington will become your powerful support. Tang En will be your strongest ally. Do not affect Ellington's development. Do not affect Ellington's development. Do not affect Ellington's development! Do remember this! "
There were only a few simple lines on the envelope. Girard read them in one glance.
However, this letter only worsened his mood.
If there was no explanation, Girard could still turn a blind eye to it. However, Victor had specially written a letter and asked the master to send it over. This kind of explanation seemed to be a cover-up. Originally, there was only a trace of doubt, but now this doubt was suddenly magnified hundreds or thousands of times.
In particular, the three consecutive sentences of not allowing him to affect Ellington's development made Girard frown.
No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Victor cared more about Ellington and Tang En than him.
Could it be that Twain was really his half-brother from a different mother?
Otherwise, Victor had no reason to care about him so much!
Victor only emphasized it because he cared too much about Tang En's identity as God's messenger. However, he did not expect that because of these few sentences, it would backfire.
Noticing the subtle expression on Girard's face, the man in black smiled, but he did not speak. He was waiting for Girard to make a decision.
As an emperor who wanted to dominate the world, he must abandon benevolence and strangle any possibility.
In this regard, Girard was more qualified than Victor and Aurelia, so they came to Girard.
Girard raised his head. "What's your name?"
The man in black lifted his hood, revealing an ordinary face. Only his eyes were deep and serene. He smiled slightly: "Marcus, Your Highness Prince."
"You said you have a way to make a person stronger quickly? And make him loyal to me? "
"Yes, just using some … … small skills."
"Anyone?"
"Anyone."
"In that case, why don't you control me directly?"
"Because we need a smart prince, not a puppet who listens to us."
Marcus chuckled: "In some aspects, we must admit that His Highness the Prince is very capable."
"Excuses."
Girard sneered. "You can't control people whose strength exceeds a certain level, right?"
Marcus smiled but did not say anything.
Girard shouted outside the door. "Messenger, tell General Marshall to come see me."
A moment later, a fully armored General Marshall entered the room and went straight to Girard. "Greetings, Your Highness."
Girard nodded and said to Marcus, "Demonstrate it for me."
Although Girard was already a Ninth Rank Supreme, his influence on the Empire's Third Legion had not increased much in the past few years in the Scar of the Sacred Sword. This was the only thing he could not accept. Using General Marshall as a starting point was obviously a good choice.
Marcus still smiled but did not say anything.
Girard waited for a moment, then suddenly realized that General Marshall had a calm expression after entering the room, as if he did not see Marcus at all.
But that was impossible, Marcus was standing there.
Then there was only one reason … …
"General Marshall is one of your people!?"
Marcus laughed strangely with a hoarse voice. "Your Highness, congratulations on finally understanding. In fact, not only General Marshall, but the entire Empire's Third Legion is one of our people. If you are willing to cooperate with us, I can tell you more shocking news."
Girard's face was very ugly. No wonder he could not gain the loyalty of the soldiers in the past few years, no matter what he did, even if he took off his armor and fought with them in the mud, ate with them, lived with them, and even trained with them.
It turned out that the entire Empire's Third Legion had been absorbed by the Snake of Darkness!
Marshall knelt down on one knee before Marcus and placed his right hand on his chest. "Marshall salutes you, Venerable Marcus of the Great Soul Snake. I heard that the Master of Gods has awakened. Please pay my respects to the Master of Gods on my behalf."
"Got it, stand up and stand by the side."
Marcus' indifferent words made Marshall stand by the side. Marcus' casual attitude towards Marshall made Girard even more annoyed.
"Your Highness, perhaps you are not clear about our strength … … Do you know where this place is?"
"The Scar of the Sacred Sword."
"Then do you know what is to the north?"
"Of course it is the Grayson Kingdom. What are you trying to say … … Wait!" A thought flashed through Girard's mind like lightning. "You have control of the Empire's Third Legion, do you want to —"
"If there is a need, we can immediately start the war at any time."
Marcus chuckled and stretched out his hand. "Your Highness, may we have a pleasant cooperation?"
Girard frowned. "I said, I will not cooperate with you."
"Clang!" Marshall's long sword was pulled out halfway before it was pressed back by Marcus. Marcus stretched out his hand with a smile. "We are using each other. How about we happily use each other?"
Girard thought for a moment and said faintly. "I don't like shaking hands with others."
"It just so happens that I don't like it either."
Marcus withdrew his hand, his eyes exuding a strange light. "Your Highness is really cautious."
Girard looked into his eyes and was confused for a moment. Then he shook his head vigorously and said while holding the table. "So, what is the first thing you want to do? Should we get rid of Twain first? "
"Tang En? No, no, no, although I want to kill him, Olica has already gone to deal with him. My task is of course … … to let you wear that crown. "
The light in Marcus' eyes became brighter and he revealed a gloomy smile. "To be safe, now is a good opportunity, isn't it?"
"Good opportunity … …?" The confusion in Girard's eyes slowly disappeared and a faint black light flashed. "Yes … … This is a good opportunity."
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