"Mechanical Sun!?"
Cybert's expression changed drastically.
"Is their target the 'Eye of God'?"
The expressions of the others changed as well. They all stared at the gray-haired girl, expecting her to deny this horrible guess.
"as far as I can tell."
But Hitzfeld just looked ahead.
“We can only hope that they are prepared themselves.”
Chapter 112 Reasons
The gate of Wayne Port is not very high.
Compared to the original Orvot City that he had seen in his memory, the walls and gates of this city were quite ordinary. Hitzfeld had always felt that they were not suitable for the status of a royal city, but after thinking about it carefully, Wayne did not really need walls.
Sarah has no enemies at the national level.
It has no rival of the same level. All the neighboring countries are either unable to take care of themselves and can barely maintain the form of a country; or they can only barely protect themselves and may need the stone carving technology that Sarah possesses.
Under such circumstances, it is hard to say that Sara needs too many troops - to put it more bluntly, this is a time when the entire human civilization needs to unite to resist the gray fog. The military construction of Wayne Port is mainly centered around the gray fog evil spirits, and the city walls are indeed useless in this kind of battle.
But no one would have thought that there would be a risk of betrayal by one of the Ash Legion.
Outside the city, a special delegation of envoys had just left.
The leader of the group was Count Poldi, who looked worried.
"I don't understand why this happened." He kept saying this to others. "Narys doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing."
"The Earl doesn't seem like someone who would be deceived by appearances." A young man in the team came over and whispered, "Except for His Majesty and His Highness themselves, no one can guess what's going on."
Count Prudie glanced at him and vaguely recognized that it was little Charcones.
Keller-Charcons, the son of the Marquis. Compared to his wise father, his performance cannot be said to be good. He was said to be smart and sensible when he was a child, but he was not like that when he grew up. In the past few years, he started to eat, drink and have fun. It is said that he often got involved with Prince Tenize.
What can I say to him?
He sighed.
The road ahead was blocked and a group of black-clad soldiers stopped them.
These were all members of the Second Division, and they had blocked all the main roads. Even if the envoys wanted to see the commander-in-chief, they had to pass through layers of checkpoints.
After the body search and bathing, Count Polud finally arrived at the military tent in the camp.
"Your Highness." He first led everyone to kneel down to the person in the main seat, "You must know why I am here, please give me an answer."
At this point he raised his head slightly: "Don't let those who have expectations of you continue to be disappointed..."
"Disappointed? That's an interesting way of putting it."
The host raised his head slightly, revealing a face that was both reserved and rough.
He was quite big, only slightly smaller than the "Giant" Thors. He had a straight face, with a beard extending from his lips to his sideburns along his chin. His bronze face was angular, with a long scar running from his left forehead to his right cheek.
His appearance alone is extremely oppressive, not to mention that he also has a noble status and holds military power.
"When I led my soldiers to fight for Sarah, no one said they were disappointed in me."
"When I almost died in battle, no one said they were disappointed in me."
"But when I came back, everyone said so, as if doing so was truly a heinous crime."
"I'm curious about what you think in your heart... Do you think we should really serve you without any conditions and without complaint? This is what you call expectation? Is it right, Count?"
Boludi was sweating profusely, he couldn't answer this question.
"I know why you are here, but judging from your appearance, my father probably hasn't announced the news to the public yet." Naris supported his chin with his right fist and glanced back and forth over the heads of these people.
"News? What news...?" The envoys were stunned.
They didn't understand.
Could it be that Naris came back because he heard some serious news?
He didn't come back to rebel, but to protect Wayne Port and the royal power?
"Have you returned to protect the royal power, Your Highness?"
Keller-Sharkons suddenly looked up and spoke.
"Protecting the kingship..." Naris glanced at him and grinned slightly, "That's really a compliment."
"You could say that." Then he nodded his chin.
"I came back to protect the orthodoxy of Sarah."
"I want to stop him from establishing a crown prince."
"At least, Tenize Asfen Sara is not qualified to be the crown prince!"
……
"what did you say?"
In the courtyard, Gaunt was dizzy with shock at the news.
He suspected that he had not heard clearly, and could not help asking again: "This is impossible... Are you kidding me?"
"I plan to make Tenize the crown prince."
Sarah VII remained calm. "You can tell me as many times as you want. Now do you understand why he came back?"
certainly--
Gaunt gritted his teeth secretly and clenched his fists tightly.
Not to mention that Naris would go crazy about this, even he himself, who had rashly learned of the news, felt deeply unwilling in his heart.
He had a good relationship with Naris, and they would occasionally meet in Wayne and have a drink together. He knew this big brother well, and he knew that the other party, like himself, did not care much about the throne.
Otherwise, they would not have run away to join the army. The right thing to do would be to stay in Wayne Port and manage political relations.
But today, Gunter discovered that they didn't really not care about this thing.
Throne.
Crown Prince.
That's right, they don't care.
But that doesn't mean they don't want to be expected to do so.
Even if you say you plan to give it to us, we can refuse...
Or you can give it to Berentin...
Why is Tenezha...
Why was it Tenize?
Gaunt didn't understand.
Really, he didn't understand -
He had no prejudice against Tenney. After all, they were half-brothers with the same father but different mothers. Their relationship was just so-so, and as an older brother, he had to take care of him.
But take a look at what he usually does.
A guy like this... Become the crown prince? Inherit the throne?
Doesn't my father think that this is an insult to the royal authority and a stain on those of them who serve Sarah diligently?
Gaunt felt that he completely understood Naris.
No one who truly wants to serve this country and wants it to be better will be indifferent to this decision.
And Naris...
He simply led his men to surround the royal city and did not rush directly into the courtyard to question his father... This can be said to be very conservative!
"Father!" Gaunt said, louder and louder. "I don't understand - why?"
"You don't need to understand."
"Why shouldn't I need it?"
"Because you're still just a prince!"
The old man stood up suddenly.
"Who gave you the courage to question me like this?"
"As a Sara citizen, you should obey the kingship unconditionally - is this how you obey? Or do you plan to rebel with Naris?"
The might and power he had accumulated over the years suddenly erupted, making his thin figure look extremely tall.
Gunter knelt down again: "...I dare not have such thoughts!!"
"You'd better not dare."
His eyes swept over, like undead fire, so cold that it gave people goose bumps.
"Berentan is already gathering the troops in the city."
Sarah VII said lightly.
"As the director of the Security Bureau, your job is to stabilize the internal situation."
"Don't think too much."
"Don't do things that are beyond your ability!"
Chapter 113 Another Truth
A large group of confused passengers gathered outside the southern train station in Wayne.
Many people were carrying suitcases, whispering to each other, and anxiously waiting for the station to open.
A gentleman in black with a top hat escorted a girl in a white dress to the other side of the street. They seemed to be a master and servant, and the servant next to them was carrying a few heavy boxes.
"Eternal Night Station is closed." The gentleman in black raised his hat slightly, revealing a somewhat weathered face, "So many people came early..."
"Panic and herd mentality are terrible things," the girl said softly. "Most of them are educated and know very well that the more critical the situation is, the less likely the station will be opened. But... when you think this way and see people gathering at the station, you will probably still line up with them just for the sake of luck."
"What are we doing here, Your Highness Xilu?" the gentleman asked. "To be honest, I thought you were going to take me..."
"Seal it up? Like a containment object?" The girl pursed her lips. "Don't worry, agent. Since I dare to see you and let you accompany me like this, it means that I trust you. You don't need to be on guard against your allies all the time."
"I don't think our current relationship is like that of allies." The gentleman, that is, Ethan, frowned. He looked at several hidden corners of the street and found that at least seven people were secretly following him.
There were many guys who kept their hands in their pockets. He would bet his life that these people must have the butts of guns in their pockets, with the muzzles pointed at his head.
This feeling of seeming free but actually being monitored is not pleasant.
Of course, it is definitely more comfortable than being in jail, and he also has the opportunity to get in touch with secrets. He has no complaints.
"You have already learned the truth about Sara's restoration in our previous conversation." Seeing that he remained silent, Princess Xilu could only bring up a new topic herself, "It's been so long, don't you have anything you want to talk to me about?"
"What can we talk about?"
"What do you think? For example, whether what they did was right or wrong."
"'Isn't that right'?"
"Well, it just means that we didn't kill each other completely."
Ethan opened his mouth and stopped on the street, feeling as if his soul was about to fly out of his head.
Didn't kill them all... She meant that Sarah didn't kill all the descendants of the old king? She still let them live?
"I'm sorry, Your Highness." He hurried after her, speaking very quickly and in a very low voice: "I can't answer this question."
This most mysterious little princess is indeed not a simple character.
He sighed inwardly.
There are six princes and princesses in Sarah's generation, and among them, Princess Xilu appears least in public. Most people in the royal capital don't even know what she looks like.
Legend has it that she was knowledgeable and talented, but she was frail and often fell ill, and needed to recuperate at home all year round.
