Chapter 918

Silently walked into the ward, the black haired wizard said nothing.

Brandon, sitting in the chair, looked numb and could not see any brilliance in his bright red pupils.

"Say something," Brandon said in a hoarse voice

"As my wizard adviser, the Duke of Byrne... What do you think of the death of the Imperial Emperor?"

Stop and stand on the floor tile three steps away from Brandon. Loren is still silent.

Quiet, like a tacit understanding, floating between them.

"Don't tell me... OK, I'll come first." he raised his eyes rigidly and looked at the dark haired wizard. His royal highness pulled the trembling corners of his mouth:

"I'm very excited and afraid now... It's such a contradictory mood, but no matter what kind of contradiction, there is no sadness of losing my father!"

Clenched his lower lip, Brandon's teeth trembled: "I don't know why, but there's always a voice telling me - it's a scam, it's impossible! The man is lying to you. How can he die so easily, and still die in his bedroom?!"

"I, I don't understand why, but there is an unreal sense of living in a dream. It's like a group of people around me opening an old, stereotyped and particularly funny joke."

"When I calmed down a little, I immediately understood where this untrue feeling came from - because I wasn't prepared, and I never even expected this to happen!"

"Ridiculous, I think it's ridiculous! I, who vowed to become the emperor of the empire by any means, never thought of what my father's death would be like!"

"I... Never thought he was human and would die!"

Brandon, who had a gray face a moment ago, was hysterically excited at this time.

Trembling tone and hurried words echoed in the dimly lit ward, but it seemed more lonely... Like a madman talking alone in a world without anyone.

"I don't think it's funny." the dark haired wizard, who whispered, shook his head and said:

"With Eckhardt II's pattern, vision and plan, even if someone tells me that he intends to live forever, it probably makes me feel more credible than this information now."

"But the truth is that he died... And the news that he died in the sky palace and in the hands of Azor elf assassins will spread throughout the Empire in a month."

"One month... How to use this short period of one month is the most important thing right now."

But Brandon is obviously not thinking about this at the moment.

"Do you think it's possible... That is to say, all this is just his plan, deliberately pretending to be dead to deceive us?" nervous Brandon looked cautious when he even said a word:

"Maybe he just pretended to be dead, maybe it's all part of his plan, maybe even the elf assassin has been arranged by him, maybe even Peter FASA... Forget it, just think I didn't say it."

The shameful prince said to himself. In the end, even he thought it was too bullshit.

At least... He doesn't think he is important enough to let his father "fake death" to test.

Azores? Although Brandon finally stopped belittling them after listening to the explanation of the dark haired wizard, he still didn't think that these guys would embarrass his father who won two demon invasions (one of which was due to me).

As for the demons of the North... If Eckhardt can win once, he can win the second time; Twelve generations of emperors of the Empire have won more than a dozen times. Pretending to be dead at this time can only reduce the prestige of their father.

After all, not every de sallion can be as brazen and shameless as himself.

What on earth... What enemy can force the omnipotent father to do this? Or is it part of his plan that everyone was cheated by him?

"No matter what happened, the 12th generation emperor of the Empire... My omnipotent father is dead, and it seems that he should be really dead!"

Brandon, numb, spread out his hands as if explaining and talking to himself: "Oh, by the way... LUT infinite, the guy you hate to the bone, he's probably dead."

"The sky palace, which has been famous for 12 generations, was made a big fuss by ELF assassins. The night watchmen of the imperial capital were destroyed, and none of the 600 royal guards were spared. It is said that several of the oath Knights of the imperial capital Cathedral were killed in battle... If it was really the plan of his Majesty's father, I wonder who could have such an 'honor'?"

Brandon spoke more and more quickly, from the beginning of silence to eloquence. He didn't get any response and talked endlessly, and his lips trembled faster and faster.

Only the eyes, still as dull as just now, there was no brilliance in the dim red flame and red pupil.

Lauren gave a low sigh.

Brandon... He still didn't come out of the excitement and fear, just trying to cover it up, trying to make himself look calm again.

He doesn't care about his image, can be humble, can be arrogant, and can make himself funny like a clown or a dandy; But I still don't want to expose my weak side to others... Even friends.

"So what should we do now?" Brandon kept changing the topic: "assemble the two principalities and the Legion in my hands, go north, become the master of the sky palace before the cabinet and the nobles in the imperial capital react, and then beat my dear imperial brother into an anti thief?"

The tone of self-talk was not like asking Lauren, but like persuading yourself.

"Then the nobles in the imperial capital were blocked under the city gate, and were declared as anti thieves by the temporary Regent's front cabinet, waiting to be 'crowned across the air' and surrounded and suppressed by his Royal Highness the crown prince, who was far away at the duanjieshan fortress, right?"

He moved a chair and sat down. Loren deliberately joked: "the premise must also be that the loyal Archduke of ellemans is willing to let us pass, or the prince of saxophone and his royal highness can watch us pass through his territory without stopping."

"Hmm..." frowning Brandon curled up in the chair without image, biting his thumb nail: "that's true."

"The second way is to call on all the Dukes of the Empire to march to the imperial capital to defend the sky palace attacked by the enemy; finally, by your identity as heir, you will be recognized by all the principalities." Loren stretched out two fingers:

"This is also a way, but the question is who will respond - Arles probably wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and the Duke of veltz of ellemans will remain neutral until the new emperor appears;"

"Lottel can consider fighting for it, but the church has a deep foundation there; even if Reuven Fred is willing to help us, he has to consider the ideas of the vassal and the people; as for eboden... Do you expect a group of mercenaries who only recognize money to fight for you?"

The prince tilted his head: "do you mean that we can only win the power of three principalities at most, and one can betray us for money at any time?"

"Three?" Lauren asked deliberately, "which three?"

"Which three? Byrne, eboden, Boyle... Oh, come on, I know what you mean." Brandon sighed and waved his hand, languidly slumped on the chair:

"Woman's heart, submarine needle."

The dark haired wizard with deep feeling nodded seriously.

Sarika Jonah... The female Archduke who has just been crowned is indeed brave in the previous Centaur war. She has risked her life to fight side by side with them more than once. She is indeed a qualified ally.

But the selflessness of this "ally" has a premise - that is, the war must give Boyi enough benefits, and at least the situation seems to be a sure win.

The current situation is that crown prince Connor has occupied the absolute commanding height of morality and jurisprudence. The end of starting first is to become a leading bird... In any case, it is a steady loss.

The eboden mercenaries who only knew money, the machete Archduke who often had "strange brain circuits", together with the honor supreme Bain knights and three loyal imperial legions.

"The odds don't seem very good... Ha." Brandon smiled with a trace of embarrassment.

The dark haired wizard nodded again and said he didn't intend to giggle with him.

"Well... So now we are not the dominant side, and because Bain and Boye are not connected to the imperial capital, we have no advantage in geography and time; although Connor's elite are nailed to the boundary mountain, we can't move at once... Besides, as you said, we have to consider the invasion of the Azores kingdom."

"So what can I do to stabilize the current situation - even if there is a big gap, maybe my wizard adviser and Duke Byrne has some way to recover it?"

Brandon was no longer talking to himself, but almost the whole person leaned forward to lie down in front of Lauren, blinked a pair of big eyes, and hung a slightly flattering smile of "wait for you to tell me" around his mouth.

That's right. That's what Brandon should be.

With a heavy sigh, Loren said helplessly: "at present, our advantage is that we know the death of the emperor one step ahead of connord... If there is no second night watchman who knows the truth to tell him, this is where we have the upper hand."

"In other words, in this game, we have the first advantage and can take the first move - no matter what Connor will do next, to a certain extent, he is passive."

"Hmm, HMM!" beaming Brandon nodded again and again, indicating that you were right, well said, go on.

"Then... Although we are not the dominant party in legal theory, it does not mean that connord can hold us at will." Lauren stretched out his finger and motioned in the air:

"Once he wants to target you, we are the victim's side and occupy the commanding height in the moral level - even if our machete female Archduke is no longer willing, she will have to stand on our side. Who makes her tied to the chariot by us?"

"As for the other principality, Ruben Frider of Lothar certainly will not watch us die. Arles has always had no interest in the Desa Leon family, and Welch of almand will probably take the initiative to come out and mediate in the same way as last time."

"Moreover, I am the last Dragon Rider of the de sallion family. Kill me. In the next Azores invasion, Connor must face the tragic situation of no dragon." Brandon sneered and raised his mouth:

"What will the relatives of the royal family and the people of the Empire think at that time... Their emperor doesn't need to put a strong dragon and let them bleed and sacrifice?"

"How can sakran, who has lost the dragon, frighten the surrounding principalities like you that are no worse than the Empire?"

The black haired wizard nodded slightly, and the index finger of his right hand pointed to the ceiling above his head: "this... Can be regarded as the time of day."

"What about the location?" Brandon asked, "how do you think, it's all dominated by my dear imperial brother!"

"Yes - he is the general of duanjieshan fortress and the prince of saklan. He occupies the most fertile and prosperous East saklan collar in the center of the Empire and has the strongest war potential; but on the contrary, this is also his disadvantage."

"Disadvantages?"

"If he is really prepared to fight us into rebels regardless of the dissuasion of other states and the opposition of the heavenly palace, Elman will not let us go - Archduke vilz will not risk plunging the whole empire into war - so he can only go to Boyi."

"Boyi is the world of Hussars; how should the Legion heavy infantry famous for the 'black wall' deal with the desperate resistance of the horseback people?"

"Your Royal Highness, the crown prince without a dragon, how can you compete with the ten thousand Knights of Byrne who revolted angrily and galloped across the grass sea?"

"It makes sense, it makes sense."

Without stopping nodding, Brandon raised his right hand like a woodpecker and broke out his fingers one by one: "so... When we have a day, we have a favorable place... What about people and people?"

"Just sit and watch. How do you think everyone must be on my side, the greatest imperial brother who is born to rule the world?"

"And your majesty Eckhardt II... Your equally great father ruled the empire by the loyalty of his subjects?" Loren asked, "if I say, what he cares about most and what he doesn't care about most should be the same thing."

"People's hearts..."

Brandon whispered, his eyes in a trance and lost in thought.

"We need people's hearts, but not those with vested interests, nor those who rely on us to obtain benefits; what we need... Is a group of people who are loyal to officials, or whether they are loyal or not, but must be very capable and can help you gain an advantage." shaking his index finger, Loren coaxed:

"Then who does his majesty Eckhardt II rely on to control everything in the Empire?"

"Night watchman?!"

"That's right!"