Chapter 115： trap

The next day.

The bleak autumn breeze rolled up the dust in the sky and enveloped the entire Silvermoon City, making it look more gloomy.

This garden city, which was originally immersed in a festive atmosphere, became gloomy after only one day.

Although the tragedy that happened in Queen Aisha’s palace was only circulated among the half-elf nobles, the civilians in the city also felt the current tense and depressed situation.

After all, the closed city gates, the order prohibiting entry and exit, and the patrolling soldiers everywhere on the street all show that something big has happened in Silvermoon City!

At eight o'clock in the morning, Duke Miller, who had not slept all night, followed Prince William to the main hall of the palace.

To be honest, Duke Miller was greatly relieved after learning that the king had summoned him.

In his opinion, as long as the king is still willing to see himself, it means that the Miller family has not been completely abandoned, and there is still a glimmer of hope.

The Miller family, who had just suffered an unprecedented crisis, had already waited to seize any straw.

"Good morning, my sire!" Duke Miller stroked his chest and saluted, trying to behave as natural as usual.

However, the dark eye circles and messy hair have revealed his inner fear and weakness.

"Good morning, Duke Miller." The old king stood on the high platform of the main hall with his scepter, looking at his veteran from a distance.

For Duke Miller, the old king is actually very important.

Otherwise, he won't be the prime minister of the half-elf kingdom.

And Duke Miller did not disappoint the old king. During his ten years as prime minister, he has done a great job and has managed the half-elf kingdom in an orderly manner.

When the king married Aisha Miller as the queen, it was actually to win over the capable prime minister and make plans for his next generation.

Otherwise, there is no need for him to marry Aisha.

Aisha is of course beautiful, but he is more than seventy years old, no matter how beautiful a beauty, he can only have eye addiction, what's the point?

What's more, from the first day Aisha entered the palace, the old king saw her hatred of him.

No matter how much she pretended, how could she escape the vicious eyes of the old king.

The old king didn't care too much about this. In his opinion, how could such a young girl who is like a flower like a jade be forced to marry a dying old guy by his father, how could there be no resentment.

But he did not expect that this resentment would cause such a disaster for himself and the Modiwen family!

Yes, although there was nothing to tell from Queen Aisha last night, the old king still firmly believed that this woman lied!

What happened in the queen's palace at the time was certainly not that simple.

This is the intuition of an old politician who has been in the turbulent political arena for a lifetime!

He has no evidence, but he does not speak evidence.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"good…"

"When people get old and experience too many things, it is easy to fall asleep."

The unhurried and unhurried attitude of the old king made Duke Miller a little puzzled. In this situation, how can he still gossiping about the house?

However, the old king seemed to be here to talk to Duke Miller: "I remember you told me that you have two sons, right?"

"Yes."

"Where is the grandson?"

"There is one."

"how old are you?"

"It's just full moon."

"It's just full moon." The old king slowly walked off the platform and approached Duke Miller. He pointedly said, "Such a small child, don't many people know him?"

Duke Miller suddenly raised his head, as if he understood what the old king meant.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed with extremely complicated expressions, like pain, resentment, but also gratitude...

After a while, Duke Miller replied: "When...Of course, it's a child after all, and I haven't seen a few people yet."

The old king nodded and sighed: "Yes! And the children grow up fast and change the same every day. Even if someone has seen them when they were young, they will not recognize them at all for a year or two."

Speaking of this, Duke Miller has naturally understood the meaning of the old king.

Obviously, the old king is telling him that the Miller family can no longer keep it, but it can help him keep a bloodline-that is the little grandson of Duke Miller who has just reached the full moon!

Duke Miller burst into tears, and his whole body began to tremble.

I don’t know if it’s because of fear or gratitude.

"Your Majesty... Thank you... for everything you have done to the Miller family!"

The old king stretched out his hand, patted Duke Miller's shoulder twice, and whispered, "I hope you don't resent me."

"I will not resent you." Duke Miller smiled miserably, "This is the fate of our half-elves. I will inevitably be crushed to pieces between giants."

The old king sighed and seemed to agree with Duke Miller's words.

He approached Duke Miller's ear and whispered: "Go with ease, your grandson, I will send someone to replace it."

Duke Miller nodded and glanced at the old king one last time.

Then, he drew out his sword without hesitation.

But at this moment, the old king raised his hand to stop Duke Miller.

"Your Majesty, what else do you want?"

The old king stretched out his right hand and said coldly: "You are my knight, you deserve to die in my hands."

Duke Miller was stunned, but he still handed the sword to the old king.

Then, I closed my eyes.

哧!

The long sword passed through the chest.

...

Outside the hall, Prince William is accompanying the brothers and sisters of Saint Pros.

"Your Majesty, when will your Majesty see us? I have been waiting for so long." Anna asked boredly, holding the pebble on the ground.

"It should be soon!" Prince William quickly explained with a smile, "Father is receiving Duke Miller, UU reading next is your turn."

Earl Evan was still drunk on his own, and when he heard this, he suddenly said: "Your Royal Highness, what happened yesterday, do you still refuse to tell us?"

Prince William smiled and waved his hand: "This...when you meet your Majesty, you will naturally know."

"Okay." Count Evan didn't care, and took the wine pouch into his mouth again.

After a long time, a guard hurried to Prince William's ear and whispered a few words.

Then, Prince William invited the brothers and sisters of Saint-Pross: "Two, your Majesty can see you now, please!"

Earl Evan and Anna strode forward immediately, toward the hall.

"Prince William, won't you go in together?" Count Evan suddenly turned his head.

"I won't go, your majesty just said that I want to see you."

"it is good."

The two brothers and sisters walked into the hall without any doubt about him.

However, the hall was empty, without a single figure.

"Your Majesty?" Count Evan yelled tentatively, but only heard his own echo.

Anna wrinkled her nose and asked in surprise: "Why does it smell of blood?"

"Smell of blood?" Count Evan suddenly stunned and realized that it was not good.

"In that direction." Anna walked deep into the temple.

After they took a few steps forward, they were shocked to find that a **** corpse was lying on its back on the ground, with a long sword stuck in its chest.

Just now because his sight was blocked by the pillars in the temple, he was not immediately noticed by the brothers and sisters.

"Not good! Let's go!" Count Evan quickly took his sister's arm and ran outside the temple.

"What's wrong, brother?" Anna still looked dazed.

"This is a trap!"