“Prime Minister, we...should be on the same side, right?”
Lord McCarts also took out a decree from the Emperor and placed it on the table.
Ben Gerald froze, then suddenly realized something, and his whole body trembled. He stood there dumbfounded in front of the lord.
"If you want to know everything, just open it and take a look. After all, neither you nor I are the ones who can make the decisions."
It can only be said... Lord Fenrir chose the wrong side.
McCarts didn't say anything more after he finished speaking. He didn't care whether the Prime Minister read the order or not; he just needed to complete the task assigned by the Emperor.
After a long while, Ben Gerald finally spoke in his hoarse voice.
"The emperor... why did the emperor..."
"Tch, you, as a close advisor to the emperor, don't understand things as well as I, an inside agent who infiltrated the noble alliance?"
However, I don't want to interfere with your right to make your own choice. Knowing the whole truth is entirely up to you, Your Excellency.
That message...
Ben Gerald opened the secret order with trembling hands. It had been issued earlier than his own and had even anticipated that Fenrir, the Sword Saint, would be trapped.
And the signature... was none other than the imperial seal!
"Is it because three months ago, he stopped the emperor and let those rebels go?"
"Hey, you also came from the most difficult period of the empire, so you should know that a unified empire cannot have two voices, even if they once came from the same homeland."
Letting those disobedient individuals go would give the nobles an opportunity to restore their power.
The emperor did give Lord Fenrir a chance.
Doesn't he understand that protecting the royal family is protecting humanity?
"Heh."
Upon hearing Lord McCarts's words, the Prime Minister slumped back in his chair, completely lost in thought, his previous energy gone.
His escape... was not accidental; those magicians were trapped because McCarts's personal guards intervened.
He was released, and the reason for this was the main theme that the secret order was meant to convey.
"If possible, please let Fenrir die in battle."
What a merciful way to die...
Lord Fenrir died in battle against the demons without his knowledge.
In this way, the master and disciple can naturally avoid turning against each other with swords.
And... so did those nobles.
A bunch of brainless idiots who still think Fenrir is an obstacle preventing them from becoming the king of the empire.
They even went so far as to cooperate with demons at great cost. If it weren't for Lord Fenrir's concern for the people of the entire empire, these nobles would have been dealt with by the emperor long ago!
Is future stability more important, or is it more important to follow the teacher's advice?
If the emperor had a choice, he would not have taken this step.
I'm sorry, teacher. There are just too many powerful figures connected to you. For the sake of the empire's future peace, please forgive your disciple's choice.
The apprentice may not have great love, but he will still strive for the future of the empire, even if it means bearing a bad reputation.
And so, the distraught prime minister was placed under house arrest by Lord McCarts in the city's mansion, where he sat all day, staring blankly into the distance.
He recalled the moments he shared with Fenrir, the Sword Saint.
The father's late-life son... The first day as the Imperial High Priest... The final battle against the demons... The father's dying words... Defeating Ricardo...
Even after the empire was established and he became prime minister, Fenrir the Sword Saint came to his side and watched over him like an older brother.
Now, he knows this is a deadly trap set for him, but he can only sit here blankly, quietly waiting for his death.
Is this really right?
"So you're that customer 511? Someone's already taken your order. Do you still want to post it?"
Looking at the person in front of him who was using magic to transmit a message to him, the Prime Minister was somewhat puzzled. Was a mission issued?
Oh... I remember now. When he first entered the city, he casually posted a mission to rescue the mining area because of the urgent rescue situation.
Should we continue publishing?
Ben Gerald's expression also showed some emotion, but just then, the client who accepted the mission suddenly connected to the magic channel.
"My name is Bu Xiaosai. Perhaps we should have a good talk."
What?
......
One day ago.
Liu Shenjun suddenly received a sword cry that only he could understand, which was: Do not enter the mining area, this place has become a demon kiln.
A demonic kiln? Only a master could wield such a sword, so what kind of demonic kiln could possibly trap him?
At the same time, Liu Lang, who was wandering around aimlessly, noticed the Prime Minister in the City Lord's Mansion from the rooftop. The Prime Minister had not left since arriving in Victory City. At this moment, he could not hide his sadness, his eyes were dim and lifeless, and he was extremely dejected, as if he had lost his purpose in life.
What happened?
Liu Lang was puzzled.
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