Bright Era

In the outskirts, by the river, a deserted path. Traveling a few miles along this trail covered by black forest, you can see the soothing and quiet figure of the "Lanxin River", a tributary of the Seine River. Under the shining starlight, the light blue water of the Lanxin River glowed with a charming gloom.

Several ancient banyan trees by the river dropped countless aerial roots, and dense vines entwined on the aerial roots, forming a large space between these ancient and huge banyan trees. A small wooden building with excellent concealment stands between these banyan trees. The house and the banyan tree are almost integrated, and even the elite scouts can hardly find this small building.

This piece of wood belongs to a certain viscount who is gaining power in the imperial capital. This is the private domain of his family, so very few people come near here on weekdays. Occasionally, some aristocrats who had been friends with the viscount had picnics and outings in this woods, but no one had ever come to such a remote place.

So here has always been very secluded, very secretive, and naturally very safe. Even the court guard with many eyes and ears did not notice this.

In the empty wooden building on weekdays, the lights are lighting up right now. The furnishings in the wooden building are extremely simple. There is a huge throne in the middle. There are dozens of high-back wooden chairs neatly placed on both sides. The walls of the wooden building are decorated with specimens made from the heads of wild beasts. A very common place for picnic gatherings.

But the people who appear here today are not ordinary at all. The one who sits on the throne in the middle and high is the prince of the Gaul Empire. At the end of the Hundred Years Land-Island War, he made a huge name and was known as the iron wall of the Empire. Tulam.

A tall body, his rough face is full of messy beard scum, and two strong chewing muscles protrude from the corners of the mouth on both sides to the back of the head, like two small snakes lurking under the skin, plus a tall nose bridge. The deep golden eyes, all this gave Tulam a breathtaking charm.

It's like a lion curled up, containing a powerful force like a volcanic eruption.

With his chin resting on his right hand, Tulam leaned against the armrest of the throne, and looked at the dozen or so men sitting in the wooden building, wearing plain black cloth robes, who were magnanimous and graceful and obviously very distinguished.

"It's a mess, it's a mess!" After a long time, Turam snorted heavily.

Glancing at his son standing beside him, Turam snorted in a low voice, "Marris!"

Maris lowered her head and turned to Tulam's side, bending down carefully. Then Turam slapped Maris unceremoniously on the face, slapped him far away, and slammed his head against the wall of the wooden house.

"Trash, you do this kind of trivial thing! This is the last time I tolerate your mistakes. If you don't do it well anymore, you will be replaced by your brother!" Tulam roared lowly: "I have several Son, don’t worry that no one will inherit my bloodline and status! If you don’t do well, then you change! Do you understand?"

Marris stood up cowering and bowed deeply to Tulam.

Turam glanced at Maris in disgust and shook his head slightly. With a cold snort, Tulam looked at the black-robed men: "What do you think? Marris lost to the little bunny Latus twice in a row. How do you think about this?"

An old man with white hair and beard stood up. He smiled and nodded softly to Tulam: "The kid's game is just a game, and winning or losing is nothing. But there are two things. It’s worth noting that this is the most important thing."

Turam nodded, and raised his hand to the old man to beckon him to continue.

The old man touched his beard, squinted his eyes and said: "The first thing, His Royal Highness Latus actually has a spokesperson in the Army Academy, do the three princes want to be in the army? That Enzo, and the people around him , And all members of the Iron Fist this time, His Royal Highness needs to find a way to clean them out as soon as possible."

With a pursed smile, the old man looked at Tulam: "It must be admitted that the reason why your Highness has the advantage is because you have the support of the army. As long as your majesty does not make a statement, the army is your greatest help. No matter which royal family If members want to attack the army, Your Highness must deal with it as soon as possible."

Turam sneered. He looked at the old man and asked, "What about the second point?"

The old man frowned, and he looked at Tulam a little embarrassed: "In the second gambling game of the two little majesty, the mother of His Royal Highness Latus used her dowry to help His Highness Latus. We must be wary of the Haran Empire. Will you help the three princes? This is your greatest weakness. You are outside the empire and no one supports you!"

Turam's face became ugly. He squinted his eyes and snorted: "Outside the empire, I don't need any support. If the Haran Empire dare to intervene in our affairs, then they are asking for trouble. "

With an arrogant laugh, Tulam snorted coldly: "However, if the Haran Empire really deliberately interferes in the internal affairs of the empire, it will be a trouble. What do you guys say, how can I lose my restless third brother? What about this aid?"

Maris raised her head fiercely: "Isn't that easy? Send Latus' mother to see the gods!"

Turam slapped his backhand and slapped Maris away. He yelled angrily: "Idiot, kill his mother, he is still the grandson of the Emperor Haran, as long as he intentionally intervenes, what can killing a woman stop?"

Staring at Maris angrily, Tulam said coldly: "Enough, don't get mixed up here, get out, go and ask Bhikkhus that baneful trash, who is the one he sent to help you? What kind of rubbish, why did you run away halfway? I want Bhikkhus to give you an explanation and check his tone to see what is going on."

Maris didn't dare to speak any nonsense, and hurriedly ran outside the small building with his face covered.

Turam stopped him again, he pondered for a moment, summoned Maris back to him, and gave him a few words carefully.

"Anyway, you lost to Latus these two times, it is too ugly. Your grandfather will not ignore this! If you still want to be eligible to take over the throne, find a way to defeat Latus! This Once, I won’t help you, it’s all up to you! However, I can give you a suggestion, if you can’t move Latus directly, start with his gang! Kill all the people he recently recruited !"

After a cruel smile, Turam said in a dark voice: "Even his subordinates can't be saved. What qualifications does he have to fight you?"

Maris hurriedly saluted Tulam, and then ran out of the wooden building in stride.

Turam snorted, squinted at Maris's back, and slowly leaned his entire body on the throne.

"This rubbish, I have always suspected that he is not my son!" Tulam spread his hands and smiled helplessly at the people in the wooden building: "Since I found out that his mother had an affair with an outsider, I got rid of that bitch. Woman. What a pity, if it weren't for this, I can get the support of the Caesar Empire now?"

After a few secretive laughs, Turam waved his hand vigorously: "Go to his mother's Caesar Empire! A bitch, and a stupid son who is probably not of my blood! Anyway, I have many children, and I don't owe him one. Let him be embarrassed on the outside! The uglier he behaves, the lower some people's guard against me will be. This is a good thing, Howson, what do you think?"

The contemporary family of the Pavel family, the Imperial Viscount and the Imperial Major-General Howson stood up with a smile: "His Royal Highness is extremely reasonable. It's just that my ineffective child is really embarrassed in this actual combat exercise. Please also your Highness to be considerate! "

Turam sighed heavily. He narrowed his eyes and waved his hand vigorously.

After a long time, Thuram spoke again: "Howling is very good, House lacks a little bit, but if you polish it up, you will be a good hand. Let them study at the Army Academy for a year, and then Send them to the Southern Army to practice for a few years."

Howson smiled and nodded.

Turam looked at the white-haired old man who had just stood up, and after a long time, he smiled weakly.

"You should have seen that Marris provokes Latus one after another, but loses to Latus one after another, and even several mineral veins under my name have lost. This is what I did deliberately. Take this For the second actual combat drill, I wanted them to lose!"

Taking a look at Howson who was suddenly surprised, Turam nodded slowly: "Yes, Howson, I intentionally let Maris lose. So in my plan, the team your son formed is impossible. Win the final victory! But I am ready to compensate House. I arranged everything for him in the Southern Army."

Howson bowed deeply to Thuram, then he looked at Thuram very puzzled.

The white-haired old man also frowned: "His Royal Highness, then things are very strange. Since you deliberately let them lose, why..."

Turam's face was very strange, and he smiled sullenly: "Now everyone suspects that I mobilized the Viper to help Maris? But I did not mobilize the Viper, and I did not order the Viper to send someone. Practice the battlefield!"

The expressions of everyone in the wooden building became extremely weird for a while, and they all looked at Tulam in horror.

With a wry smile, Turam patted his forehead heavily: "Earl Bird is my right-hand man. With him in the military headquarters, I can rest assured that I can be in the army outside. But this time because of the Viper incident, Bird was caught The guards arrested, it is estimated that there will be no good end... One of my arms was chopped off, but I still don't know who did it?"

Turam's voice became extremely gloomy, extremely strange.

"What makes me even more scared is, who bypassed me and mobilized the Viper? Who did it?"

"Sixty Viper's elite went to kill a few young people, but they were all wiped out by those little rookies, do you believe it?"

"Who is it in the end?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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