To Four Thousand Years Later

Charles walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He put his finger in front of his mouth, signaling the guards at the door to keep quiet. Then he stood at the door, waiting for Tuping to come out. While lost in thought.

"I, or...

Charles murmured softly.

Pepin III's previous hints have been very clear...it can almost be said to be explicit. The meaning of the old king was very clear—Charles and Carloman, his two Charles felt that Pepin III was really not simple. He guessed that Pepin the Shorty must have said the same thing to Carloman. If both of them are stupid or cowardly weaklings, then dividing the country into half will not only prevent stupid infighting, but also double the possibility of having smart offspring in the future. If only one of them is smart, Then if you do the mental calculations without thinking, the other party will almost certainly be killed. If both of them understood the meaning of Bu Ping III's words... and both dared to kill people, and had sufficient execution and planning skills, they would probably rely on their own abilities and depend on destiny, and whoever would be out of the game as a matter of course Disinheritance. Siblings. Ah... this script seems familiar. Charles showed a very subtle expression.

Ashamed to say, I might be pretty good at this.

It has been done once before, at least compared to Prince Carloman, who is completely new, Charles has more or less the same type of professional work experience. After all, the dwarf Pepin only had one son, and Carloman had no place to practice. I saw that Carloman's name turned red a lot. It wasn't until Tuping helped him to change the topic that the bright red gradually faded away. That explains. His killing intent towards Charles was much stronger. Charles immediately took that detail to heart.

In other words, there may be something wrong with the iced barley tea that I have always loved most. Maybe wine too.

poison? or something else

In short, avoid it first, and be a little more cautious. After all, the ring is not in his hand yet, without the protection of Asmodeus' immunity to poison. Nor is there the blessing of Baal's rebirth. It would be too embarrassing to directly evaluate the assassination at the beginning of the game and go back. At this moment, Caroman was holding a pot of tea in his right hand and a wooden basket with two cups in his left hand, and he wobbled around from the corner.

"Huh? Brother, are you so fast?"

When Carloman saw Charles who was in a daze at the door, he blinked and asked curiously, "Where is Lord Turpin?"

"Ah? Ah, Lord Turpin...he is still chatting with his father.

Charles seemed to wake up suddenly, and scratched his head ahaha: "Father said that there are some things to explain to Lord Turpin. He kicked me out...and told me to go to him after dark. He also I have other things to arrange for me.

As he spoke, he pointed to the way he came with his chin: "Let's sit in the side hall first, brother? Lord Tuping may have a good chat with the king...

"Well, let's go."

Charles nodded and followed Roman to the side hall.

On the F road, Carloman whispered: "Father is very worried about the Goths in the south. He told me many times that at this time, the blood of the royal family must be suppressed in the south. There will be untouchables who flee early and do not intend to answer the king's call.

talking. He sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that I'm not old enough. Last year's coming-of-age ceremony, I couldn't participate because of a fever... This year is also past the time. I will get it after March next year." I understand what you mean. Charles patted Carloman's shoulder understandingly. But there was a sneer in his heart—Caroman was still too young. His intentions have already been revealed.

Before Charles entered the door, Carloman hinted to him, "The southern border of Frank needs the honorable Frank royal family to sit in it", "Father was injured by the Goths"

He basically said everything he could say, except that he didn't say "brother, go to the south quickly". But Charles didn't seem to understand his hint, and he didn't have the slightest desire to go to the front line to make contributions and express himself.

Carloman was also very helpless, so he could only suppress it for the time being.

What else could he do? He is also very desperate. Besides, it's Che Gulu's words. No matter how upright and kind Charles is, he never thinks of others in a bad way, by then he should realize that something is wrong. Charles scoffed at Carloman's strategy.

All he wanted was to send Charles away from Yashen... As for the assassination on the way, whether to join forces with the courtiers to tamper with the edict, or directly forcefully enthroned, it all depends on Carloman's arrangement.

But all in all, it's all leftovers from playing in 2 years ago. The two of them were chatting about polite words without any nutrition, which was also a small detail to beware of poisoning. After all, the glass is half filled with ice cubes, with some honey drizzled on it... and theoretically. Poison can also be hidden in ice cubes. But obviously Roman has not thought of this way.

Brother, let's drink tea. "

He was just a modest smiler, pouring hot fruit tea into Charles' cup, then pouring himself a cup, and said proudly: "I added some good honey. That's how I got it The taste will be better "Did you soak it? "

"Yes what's the matter?"

"It's okay, the craftsmanship is good, Roman. Charles smiled, watched Carloman take a big sip, and then took a sip. This fruit tea is probably simply ripening some fruits. It should be a kind that ordinary people can drink. The drink is simple...the taste is not bad.

Of course, the version with ice cubes and honey is not so simple

Seeing Charles put down the teacup, Carloman also suppressed his smile. After looking around, he lowered his head and said seriously: "Brother... I have something to ask you. Before dinner, can you come to my room? You are alone, I I have some secrets to tell you. He showed a slightly pensive expression, then nodded solemnly: "Okay. When exactly?

"Charles

Carloman was startled, and hurriedly said in a low voice: "Two hours later. I'll give you the fruit tea. I'm going to get some people... by the way.

Just as he stood up, he frowned again, turned his back to Charles, and said in a low voice, "Be careful Tuping Tushi - don't trust him. At least don't trust him completely."

…it is good.

Then he decided to make a cautious expression for the time being.