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While partying all night in the prison, a secret meeting quietly began in a corner of the Ice Blue City Palace.

A withered old man sat in the middle chair. The robe is gorgeous, the red velvet cloak with gold rim hangs down on the ground, and each button is made of large red sapphires, luxurious and noble.

The dim light illuminates the vicissitudes of face, deep wrinkles are like cracked old bark, and the back is very hunched, like an old tree bent over by the sky.

He is the most powerful man in the Ambergris River Valley-Maran XXII.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old king coughed violently, his voice murky, as if there was something stuck in it, and he couldn't cough out.

"Your Majesty, take care of yourself."

Several old men gathered around, their faces full of concern. The same old age, the same luxurious clothes, they are all old courtiers who followed the old king in the Southern and Northern Wars, and they were loyal.

"The lamp is dry and oily, how can it be."

The old king took out a handkerchief and wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and sighed.

The courtiers wanted to persuade, but they didn't know where to start, and finally turned into a long sigh. The reincarnation of the heavens, the change of the sun and the moon, birth, old age, sickness and death, and the separation of joys and sorrows are all natural laws.

"Everyone cheered up, today is here to discuss things, not to pity each other!"

The old king stood up and said straight up. At this moment, the glory of the past seemed to return to him, with extraordinary momentum and invincible king.

The veterans suddenly shocked, and their eyes bloomed with brilliance, as if following their king back to the young age of the army and horse career. Only heard a crash, everyone knelt down and shouted: "Long live my king!"

"Everyone loves the Qing, now the enchanting woman harms the country, the society is not protected, and the royal family is in danger. In the final analysis, it is the old man who is careless and leads the wolf into the house..."

"It's not your majesty's fault, it's the temptress who is brazen and will avenge her revenge. Even if we fight this old bone, we will also smash that temptress into ten thousand pieces..."

The old king raised his hand to stop the other party from speaking, "Now it is a fait accompli. It is useless to say more. After I leave, the Ice Blue City will definitely fall into the hands of the enchantress. All the Aiqing must bear the humiliation and try to help the four sons one day, and the king will return."

"Your Majesty, why not pass the second prince

, I will surely devote myself to the ground, swear to support it, and never let that **** succeed! "

The "four sons" in the words of the old king were the illegitimate sons of him and Liu Ying. In the eyes of the courtiers, it is not the royal orthodoxy, and the name is not righteous, and it is subconsciously opposed.

But seeing the old king smiled bitterly, "If it is the second son, wouldn't it be pushing him into the fire pit?"

Probably thinking of the fate of the prince Zion Maran, everyone was silent. Triliss is determined to win the throne, and any obstacles in the way will be crushed by her.

The second prince is indeed not enough.

"When I was on the throne, the enchantress declared by the king that if the king does not see the king, if I leave, she will have no shame, she will definitely wash the king city and exclude dissidents. Although I am unwilling, but also helpless. The strong in the world are respected, and the weak are slaves. , You must pack your clothes as soon as possible, stay away from the royal court, live in seclusion in ten city-states, and assist me, the fourth prince of the Malan royal family."

The ten city-states, located in the westernmost part of the red country, are a consortium composed of ten independent city-states. They are called "country within a country" and are more independent than other principalities.

"Where is the fourth prince, and how strong is it?"

"The guest of the White Dragon City State..." Mentioned the four sons, the old king was refreshed, as if he was a teenager suddenly younger, and his tone was very proud. "The four sons have the true blood of my Malan, and he is now a little king."

All the courtiers suddenly gasped, then tears filled their eyes and shouted loudly.

"The sky has eyes!" "The Malan dynasty should not die, should not die!"

Ever since Trilith stepped into the sanctuary, their heads were like a giant mountain. The king is getting old, no one is following the royal family, and none of the three princes has become a climate. The eldest prince is greedy for beauty, the second prince is plaything and loses his ambition, and the third prince is good for Longyang.

Over the years, they have lived incomparably frustrated. Even if they are important officials of the kingdom, they have to look at that big **** every day and bow their heads as human beings.

Isn't the whole life of a military horse just to raise the eyebrows?

Shy away all day long, shaped like a hamster, what is this? Even the shrews in the market are more comfortable than them.

Although there is still a big gap between the Little King-level and the Great King-level, the Fourth Prince is young and everything is possible.

"All Aiqing, the whereabouts of the four sons must not be disclosed. My Malan royal family is rejuvenated, and the whole family is one person."

"Yes!" All the courtiers responded in unison.

The dynasty changes, the situation does not change, this rainy night is destined to be restless. In addition to the Ice Blue City Palace, the White Tower Academy, which is thousands of miles away, is also paying attention to the situation in the Ambergris River.

On the tallest obelisk of the college, in the narrow study room, the two old men were talking by candle.

The old man with white robe and eyebrows is the Dean of the White Tower Academy, Ramsden, the owner of the "Golden Compass", and the other black robe old man is the Dean of the Black Tower Academy, Bolag, the owner of the "Steel Prisoner".

"Old friend, what do you think of the situation in the Ambergris River?" Ramsden picked up the small teapot on the charcoal stove and poured hot tea to his old rival Borrag.

The brown color is yellow with green, and you can see that it is a local stall at a glance.

"Why are you still so stingy?" Borrag said irritably, and took a sip of the teacup. It was jerky and awful, and it turned out to be a stall.

Ramsden was not angry, and said with a smile, "It's good to change the taste occasionally."

Bolrag snorted, and did not continue with the topic, but answered the previous one, "The two girls play at the house, so we can just watch them by the side."

"Our views are roughly the same, but..." Ramsden put down the teapot, his tone was a little serious, "The two women are too cruel. I am worried that the life of Longhe will be destroyed and the people will not live."

"My old friend, you're worrying too much." Borrag looked a little bit disdainful. "Throughout history, which generation of dynasty is not a floating corpse and a river of blood?" He rubbed the teacup, "This man, it's like Leek, stubble after stubble, just cut here and grow out on the other side. As long as the land to survive is still there, it can't be cut."

"Although the words are light, they are all human lives. The black tower and the white tower are all over the world. If Longhe lives up to the point, the disciples over there must not be spared. You and I should do your best to exhort the two girls to kill. "

"Are you her dad?" Borragg suddenly said something, and Ramsden was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

"Why do they listen to us? Are we old enough, or our strength can suppress them?" Borag aggressively asked, Ramsden was speechless.

"Ten thousand steps back, even if you are their father or grandfather, it's useless. The girl is ruthless and the six relatives don't recognize it."