Chapter 122 Friendship Crisis? Four People Disapprove
Inside the Padica Palace.
The knight at the gate closed the heavy door, leaving only the king and the crown prince inside.
The king stared gravely at his son who was bowing before him. "I asked you to find a way to destroy the Marquis of Kesley. What are you doing?"
Ferdin stood up straight and said disapprovingly, "Father, why do you have to marry her? There are many daughters of great nobles in Iskan. It's not necessary to have her."
The king had a headache. How could he have given birth to such a stupid son? If he had not only had this one son, how could Ferdin have sat in this position?
This time he let Ferdin do it on his own, and he messed it up.
"I know you like Peyton from the Miller family." The king knew that his stupid son liked that woman, and she did have a face that any man would like.
"She cannot be your future wife. She is far from qualified." The king said.
Hearing the king's words, Ferdin frowned: "Why, father? I want..."
"Ferdin François." The king interrupted what he was about to say, with more than just a clear warning in his eyes.
Ferdin shut his mouth. He saw the king's eyes clearly. The king was dissatisfied with him. The king rarely showed such emotions to him.
I want Peyton to be my wife. The ending of the words turned on the edge of the tongue and returned to the stomach.
"Don't let me hear such words again, Ferdin." The king spoke slowly, but with an inexplicable sense of oppression. "Otherwise, I will order her death. This is my final warning."
Ferdin's eyes widened for a moment, unable to believe that his father, who had always doted on him, would say such a thing. He wanted to refute but the words disappeared in the king's stern face. He lowered his head and said, "Yes."
Seeing his obedience, the king's expression softened slightly, and he said earnestly, "Ferdin, you need a wife who can control Eulite, not a lover you've crippled to the point where she can't even lift a heavy object."
"If you could put half the effort you put into designing Peyton Miller into Marquis Casely, you wouldn't be so bad at this." How could the king not understand his son.
Forget about suppressing Aulite, it would be good enough if I could avoid being fooled by her.
Ferdin was also no match for Marquis Kesley. How could a man who had the support of the emperor and the so-called favor of God in the Holy See be just a puppet?
The king raised his eyes and waved his hand to signal Ferdin to go down. It was still difficult to break her bones, especially after what Ferdin had done. Maybe she had guessed what they wanted to do.
Ferdin was right. The position of the queen did not have to be hers. She was easy to control and had some means. Iskan was not without suitable candidates.
But Avril was not someone that an ordinary person could suppress. If he hadn't always held the sapphire necklace that held her life in his hands, and if there weren't a few powerful magicians who could copy the necklace, he had no doubt that Avril would covet the necklace.
Avril is a hidden danger, but at the same time, as long as she is controlled properly, she will be the most useful sword.
As for Ephdian, he is still far from being able to hold the sword well.
The king lowered his head and picked up the open envelope on the table. Inside was all the information about the current Marquis of Kesley. It was a part of the information that was hidden by the royal family of the Segarot Empire that he had obtained with some effort.
He was already used to the feel of parchment in his hands. After an unknown amount of time, the king put the letter down in silence.
In a short period of time, the main members of the Marquis of Casely died one after another. The third son killed his mother, the eldest son killed his father, the third son died from torture by the previous Marquis and did not receive timely treatment. The eldest son committed suicide. She was the only one who was not stained with blood, and she was the only one who stayed out of it.
After being recognized as the heir of the former Marquis of Casely on the spot, she did not hesitate to purge the ministers present who disagreed with her succession. Before officially succeeding to the throne, she replaced all the nobles who had disloyalty to her, whether overt or hidden.
The king suddenly felt a little regretful about what he had asked Ferdin to do.
He is not stupid. For this kind of person, cooperation or trading is the first choice rather than destruction.
He admitted that in all his past experiences, such people were the hardest to destroy, because once they realized something was wrong and could not escape, they would pretend to be destroyed.
Then, stare at your neck at all times.
He had been bitten by such a person before. That time, when he was still the crown prince, he was almost dragged down from the position of heir.
The past was still vivid in his mind, and he almost made the same mistake a second time.
The king reached out and took the Pope's reply.
The reason why he didn't attack the daughter of Duke Duodu was simply because of what the Pope once said: "Osa Duodu grew up in the Vatican and has a good relationship with magicians."
Her bloodline was destined to attract the attention of the Emperor of the Segarot Empire. If he attacked her easily, the price he would have to pay might be greater than he imagined.
So next, how to convince Marquis Kesley to cooperate with him?
He picked up the quill and personally sent the invitation to the Marquis of Casely.
After writing, the pen made a crisp sound when it touched the wooden table.
A hand grasped a pen, and the tip of the pen touched the blank parchment.
Vifiya looked at the king's invitation with interest, and the end of the feather gently stroked her face.
The King still doesn't want to give up? But...
She glanced again at the King's wording in the invitation; he seemed to have changed his approach.
Does he really dote on his son, or is it because he is the only son he has?
"[Eyes]." Vifiya said, "Don't run around these days. Come with me to see the king."
The voice of [Eyes] in my mind said: "Do you need my help?"
"Yes." Without raising her head, Vifiya began to write a reply, but before that, she needed to trouble Isidore to help her deliver another letter.
Hmm, the pen stopped. No, this time, I still need Isidore's help.
Let her mind her own business this time, she is also quite curious.
One person cannot shake an era, but what about a group of people? Will they be drowned in the waves or create a bigger waterspout?
Moreover, she wanted to know why Avril's rebellion had failed in the past.
It wasn't like she would do such an important thing without any preparation.
Even though she was the only one in the room, her eyes subconsciously put aside all considerations. Her eyes had said that there would be something she wanted here. What could it be?
Last time in Yoko Village, Salis had talked to her. Not all anomalies carry the power of false gods. Quisili is indeed one of the powers of false gods. She is on the right track.
A big part of the reason why she agreed to [Eyes]'s proposal was that she wanted to go out and take a look. She had been trapped in the Segarot Empire for various reasons in the past, and she also wanted to know if there were any other clues to return home in other countries. At least, she wanted to look around.
After putting the two written letters into the envelope, Vifiya was busy with her hands. After sealing the envelope with wax, she stood up, grabbed the two letters and walked out the door.
As soon as the door opened, Osa paused as she raised her hand to knock. Seeing her come out, she withdrew her hand and looked down at her with concern: "The carriage sent by the king to pick you up is already at the door."
Vifiya stroked the envelope in her hand. Are you so impatient?
As if knowing what she was thinking, Osa spoke, "It's probably because the discussions on the opening of Mokojin Port have reached a new stage. The king naturally assumed that after the negotiations are concluded, you would return to the empire with me."
There was no hidden worry in Osha's eyes. Instead, Vifia smiled and said comfortingly, "It's okay, Osha, it's nothing. Besides, we've already decided to intervene in Iskanar's affairs, haven't we? You know I'm capable of protecting myself."
Yes, she knew. Osa frowned and didn't know how to start for a moment. It was because she knew that she was worried. She always hurt herself all over, but she didn't care and took it for granted.
Rarely, there was a hint of annoyance on her face.
Seeing her like this, Vifiya continued, "It really doesn't matter, Osha. If I don't go, the king will become suspicious. In this case, of all the options, accepting the invitation is the best choice."
Osa stared at her without saying a word. She was too serious. Every time she took action and made a plan, no matter what happened, she would seem to put herself on the sidelines, observing the feasibility of the plan and each best option, no matter what the price this choice required her to pay. As long as she didn't actually die, she would do it.
A bad habit, a very bad habit.
There was a hint of confusion on Vifiya's face about her reaction, and Osha suddenly realized that Vifiya didn't know there was anything wrong with her behavior.
This was her way of survival, this was how she lived, this was how she survived at the Marquis of Caseley House.
She has become accustomed to it in order to make the future go in a better direction.
Thinking of this, Osa wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak. Since she was a child, she knew that she had no right to judge anyone's way of life.
"I can't stand it." A dissatisfied murmur reached the ears of both of them clearly.
Osha looked over and saw Vifiya sticking her head out from the door.
Kaharun leaned in the aisle, staring at Vifiya disapprovingly.
Vifiya took half a step out of the room and saw that Arnold was ready to protect her out, and Isidore was standing aside watching her.
She observed the expressions of several people calmly. How could she not know that something was wrong in the atmosphere at this time, and the root of the problem was herself.
In just a moment, she roughly reviewed everything she had done recently since everyone came to Iscana, and she really couldn't find any problems with herself.
Could it be that this is one of those typical scenes where one's friend is unable to detect a shortcoming, and after enduring it for a while, he finally can't help but explode?
Although it happened suddenly, in her impression, the negative outburst of friendship would be so sudden.
In her distant memory, when she was still in her original world, this kind of thing seemed to have happened vaguely.
How should we deal with this kind of thing?
How had she dealt with it before? Her memory seemed to be fogged over, and the more she thought about it, the thicker it grew, until she realized she couldn't remember anything.
She has gotten used to it, and she no longer panics like before when she discovers that her memory of the original world is blurred.
She couldn't recall her past experiences, and she hadn't had anything similar in her seventeenth life. She decided to ask them in the most direct way.
But before she could speak, Kaharun sighed helplessly.
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