As the eunuch entered the tallest royal camp in the center of the autumn hunting camp, Lin Mo felt the depressing and solemn atmosphere inside the tent, which was completely different from the warm and cheerful atmosphere after winning the battle outside.

The eunuch who came in first saw the wink handed over by General Fans, and quickly turned around and made a gesture to Lin Mo without saying a word.

The atmosphere was a little bit wrong, and Lin Mo quickly reacted and stood aside with the eunuch.

The wooden table full of drinks and snacks was pushed to the corner, and some courtiers and nobles stood on the left and right. His Majesty Cyril, who was sitting in the main seat, could not see any smile on his face, but instead had a gloomy face and remained silent.

After a while, the six royal guards seemed to catch a chicken, each carrying a man tied up into the tent.

"Ah!~"

"Well!"

"Where is this?"

Six people who were awake or unconscious were thrown to the ground without hesitation. After a heavy drop, they all made unconscious sounds in a daze.

The six royal guards saluted His Majesty the Emperor, and then retreated aside as Lin Mo did before.

"Torrantes! You disappointed me!"

Cyril, the current emperor of the Slan Empire, who had been silent, finally spoke, his tone was full of resentment.

"Who is calling me!"

One of the six people who were thrown on the ground slowly opened his eyes, and it was Torantes who said those almost crazy words to the masked warrior leader not long ago.

But at this time, half of his body was charred, and the clothes behind his armor were torn and ragged. Blood was spilled out of his ears and nostrils, and his body was covered in bruises and his whole body was in a mess.

A stream of ice water suddenly squirted on his face, and the cold chill made him shudder and his mind became clear.

"Where is this?!"

Curled up on the ground like a big prawn, Torantes looked around and suddenly found himself in a strange place, with a cold-faced guard, a nobleman with a little curiosity and disdain, but he soon saw a face that he was extremely familiar with.

"Cyril Slan!"

Torantes almost gritted his teeth and bit out one syllable at the other.

“Bold!”

Chief Vans, beside His Majesty Cyril, suddenly shouted loudly. Just as he was about to continue, he saw his emperor raise his hand and interrupt him.

"You should call me Cyril Saint Slan, or Your Majesty! Tolantes! My Second Emperor!"

The supreme ruler of the Slan Empire turned a blind eye to the hatred of the person in front of him, but instead seemed to "remind" the other party like a joke.

"Hahaha, Cyril, are you watching my joke? The success and defeat of the enemy, since it is in your hands, I have nothing to say. If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you!"

Torantes's speech was amazing, causing some people's faces to change slightly.

Is this a rebellion of the old royal family? Lin Mo, who was standing aside, showed no expression on his face. This is the tradition of the Slan Empire. In order to avoid the empire's vitality being severely damaged by the princes' internal fighting during the power change, each new emperor ascended the throne, which means that other members of the royal family of the same generation will inevitably face the turning point of their own destiny.

The more kind new emperor would choose to demote his brothers to common people, take away the "Slan" royal surname, and be exiled to the wild land with his children.

The new emperor with a more decisive and cruel temperament would simply choose to raise his butcher knife and kill all his brothers to eliminate future troubles. Such bloody and cruel things are common in the history of the Slan Empire.

Those sisters will end up slightly better, but they will often become victims of political marriages and exchange for more and more powerful support for the new emperor.

Torantes, the second prince of the previous generation, because the old emperor Maaso chose Cyril, who was once the fourth prince, to inherit the throne. He failed to succeed the throne, but fortunately, he was demoted to the common people and exiled his family to a bitter and cold place, and his life fell from heaven to hell.

Few members of the old royal family successfully re-established their own families and developed into wealthy families, or even nobles of the empire, with their own persistence and efforts. However, the price paid for this is that the royal bloodline has become so weak that it is no different from other imperial families and nobles.

"At least I have given you a way out! My elder brother is even the prince of the empire. I didn't expect that you wouldn't cherish your lives so much, don't forget your family! Once you leave the royal family, do you have no courage to survive? So what are the civilians who work hard to make a living every day?"

His Majesty Cyril believed that he was very scheming and far superior to other brothers, but did not kill all his brothers like those cruel emperors in history, but gave them a way out. Many emperors had done something to their brothers, exile, at least what they arranged for was not a dead silent place where birds do not shit and no grass live.

If you take root, it is not impossible to settle down in a corner.

But in the end, some people refused to accept this affection and instead wanted to regain everything they had no qualifications or ability to control.

"Is there any meaning to say these words now? We have been trained as a qualified emperor since we were young. Only the best one can sit on the supreme throne. In addition, do you think we have other meanings in life? I have no family anymore and no hope! Cyril, even if you can sit in this position, I will not let you be safe, hahaha!"

The previous second prince Torantes, tied to the ground, laughed hysterically.

A royal guard came forward and kicked him hard in the belly, causing the laughter to stop on the spot. He could only grit his teeth, his face twisted and ferocious, and while smoking, he moaned strangely in pain.

"If I say it wasn't something I asked, would you believe it?"

His Majesty Cyril had no expression, but his hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions.

Some court officials and nobles looked at each other. In just a few years, the former second prince was left with him?

What about his wife, children and those loyal followers who left with him?

Have you encountered any unexpected problems?

One question after another emerged from the hearts of everyone in the tent.

The captives of the autumn hunting this time were simply unexpected.

After gasping for a few breaths, Torantes endured the pain and said in a trembling voice: "Is it useful to believe or not? Can people still be resurrected? Cyril, you are indeed cruel enough. The name of kindness can indeed win over many people's hearts for you, but in this world, no matter how tightly the parchment is wrapped, the charcoal fire inside will still burn out, you will regret it, no, you will not regret it, you are already the supreme ruler of the Slan Empire, and no one can see that you are the real winner in the end. I just don't want to give up, I'm not willing to give up!"

"Torrantes! His Majesty Cyril has sent someone to investigate. Your family, the third prince and the fifth prince's family tragedy, were deliberately conspiring together, but the person who took action handled it very cleanly, and there were no traces left on the scene. If His Majesty wants to kill you, do you think you can get out of Delan City?"

When it comes to the tragedy of the old royal family members being wiped out, seeing the ministers and nobles' faces getting ugly, Fans, the chief supervisor of the inner palace who was accompanying the emperor, finally couldn't help but speak again to defend His Majesty the Emperor who was loyal to him.

"Why can my elder brother become a prince and continue to enjoy his own glory and wealth? Why can you sit on the throne of my father? I, Tolantes Slan, are not as good as you. The Slan Empire can also grow and grow in my hands!"

Torantes stared at His Majesty Cyril like a wounded beast.

"Because you are narrow-minded and short-sighted!"

An old voice suddenly sounded in the tent, and an old man with an emperor's majesty still radiating all over his body and gray-haired man walked out of a small tent not far from His Majesty Cyril.

"Ah! Father!"

The "Father Emperor" included many emotions such as surprise, resentment, resentment and sorrow. Torantes's eyes dodged a little, and the old emperor's prestige had to restrain his madness.

"You still know how to recognize me as my father! Do you want to kill me, the old guy, together with you?"

The old emperor Mayazo, who had never come forward, looked at his second son and only saw hatred in the other party's eyes, which seemed to have become the only motivation and belief to support him in his life.

"No, it's not like that. I just want to get what should belong to me. This incompetent guy, Cyril, could not manage this empire well. I can do better than him!"

Torantes spat out a mouthful of blood, and his tone became increasingly dissatisfied with his father's handing over the throne to his incompetent brother.

"Father! You'd better go back and rest first, leave it to me!"

After all, his father could not hold back and walked over from the small tent next door. Thinking of the cruel scene that was about to happen, His Majesty Cyril felt nervous and quickly stood up and supported the old emperor.

As if a little excited, the old emperor Mayazo, who was flushed, was helped to sit in the camp. The emperor's lord, pointed to his second son Torantes, who was captured alive, and scolded him with a stern voice: "Idiot, you are the real stupid and incompetent idiot. Cyril is far more outstanding and excellent than you think. It's your elder brother who knows himself. How can the emperor above millions of people be so easy to be. The dragon god is fair. If you want to get more, you must give more. There has never been a good thing in this world that is worth getting nothing for nothing!"
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