Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1069: Glory

"Teacher." josei

Nabott came back to his senses with a cry. It was rare for the Prime Minister, who had always been focused, to be absent-minded. An indescribable smile hung on the face of the head waiter beside him. Nabert saw a handsome young man bending slightly towards him in the pouring sunlight in the corridor. "Good morning, Your Highness Julian," Nabott's tightly knitted eyebrows relaxed.

"Good morning, teacher." Emperor Tangerio's second son, Julian, had a sunny and handsome appearance, and his reddish-brown hair inherited his mother's, like the color of a mangrove leaf reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun. The usually gentle prince used golden leaves to fasten his silver cloak on his shoulders today. Inside was a silver armor and a light blue coat. All of this made the prince look sunny and carefree. He was like an elegant white poplar. Unfortunately, the Great Emperor's evaluation of him was that he was more elegant and lacked courage.

The empire was a martial power, and this evaluation had undoubtedly forced Julian to a disadvantage from the Crown Prince's struggle. Imperial officials all guessed that Great Emperor meant that the empire needed an emperor capable of martial arts, not a gentle and courteous benevolent ruler. As a result, Hawson, who had a military background, was naturally more admired.

Rarely has Julian been discouraged. His tenacity had always been praised by Nabott. The Prime Minister had also told Great Emperor that the emperor who had won the championship of bravery was naturally good, but to maintain the empire for a hundred years, it was even more necessary to have the courage to face the storms without breaking. Great Emperor neither denied nor agreed, only smiled.

The head waiter walked to the side knowingly and tactfully. Nabott pulled Julian over and asked softly, "Have you seen His Majesty?"

Julian shook his head and smiled, "Father didn't receive me because of the parade."

'"Oh," Nabott said, "May I help you?"

"I only beg father to give Viscount Allen a fair environment." Julian sighed, "Teacher must have heard about what happened in Mosaiore. The Bloody Earl was almost there. If I hadn't gotten General Arkham's approval, I wouldn't have believed it." If Father does not comment on this matter, then I can imagine how many dirty tricks they will be able to use next. The former Emperor of the Empire once said that a knight could die on the battlefield, but he could not lose his life in the conspiracy. This was the foundation of the country. "I just want to ask father, do you still count on the teachings of the previous emperor?"

Nabott smiled. Although Julian was always modest, he was still Tangerio's bloodline. Even the First Prince, Hawson, might not have the courage to blame his father. The Prime Minister patted the student's hand and said, "I see. I will speak to His Majesty when there is a chance."

The waiter coughed softly, and Julian retreated with a smile.

On the firing range, a hundred gunmen lined up in three rows and took turns firing at the target under the repeated orders of the officers to "raise their guns" and "shoot". The sound of guns rose and fell from the empty school grounds, and the smell of gunpowder floated in the air. Tangerio's black hair reflected a faint halo in the sunshine. Great Emperor sat on an iron seat specially made for him. His fiery red velvet cape fell from the chair and fell to the ground. A large black iron table in front of him was filled with food. Tangerio was tearing off a turkey leg and placing it in a basin. He watched the soldiers on the field shoot while picking grapes and strawberries and placing them on a plate.

The waiter walked over to him and lowered his head to whisper. Great Emperor nodded. Moments later, Nabott stood on the right side of Great Emperor. The Silver Frost Guard brought a chair over. The Prime Minister was not polite either and slammed his buttocks onto the ice-cold chair. Tangelio glanced at him and grabbed the drumstick and took a bite. "My good Prime Minister, you don't look too well."

"Because of last night's nightmares, Your Majesty."

Tangerio pushed a plate of fried steak in front of the Prime Minister, and someone naturally brought napkins, knives and forks. Nabott did not eat like Great Emperor did. He carefully folded his napkin and stuffed it into his collar before ripping open the steak with his knife and sending the steaming beef to his mouth. Tangelio picked up a glass of liquor beside him and took a sip. "Tell me what you're dreaming," he said.

"It's fine if you don't say it. His Majesty won't like to hear such things anyway." Said Nabott expressionlessly.

Tangerio scolded and said loudly, "I told you to talk. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You like to hang my appetite. If you don't say anything, you don't have to say anything. Get out of here."

Nabott had long since grown accustomed to the Great Emperor's vulgar words. He picked another grape for himself and tossed it into his mouth before saying, "I woke up before dawn and looked out into the sky. The sky to the north is scarlet and sobbing with blood. Your Majesty, this is not a good sign."

Tangerio scoffed, "Do you believe in the phenomena? I thought only farmers could look at the sky. So our Prime Minister is good at it."

Never mind Great Emperor's mockery of Naboo's privilege, he said indifferently, "Since the theory of astronomical phenomena exists, it has its own reasons. Why should His Majesty deny it?"

"Anyway, I don't believe it." Tangelio frowned and looked up at the sky. "Let me believe in the phenomena. I would rather believe in my own sword."

"Marquis Sheila is missing." Nabott changed the subject.

Tangelio narrowed his eyes and said, "If you fart, fart."

"Your Majesty should also know that Sheila is my best friend. More than half a month ago, he secretly sent a letter. The letter said he had received a mysterious invitation that could uncover a huge conspiracy. But he didn't say anything. I rushed to see him overnight, but it was all in vain. In the next three days, there was no news of him. And ten days ago, Sheila's son came to see me and said that Sheila had never returned since she left that day. "

"He's missing, and the guards he brought with him have also disappeared." "The last stop Sheila made was the Forest of Horns of Anger, which borders the Dragonstone Ice Plains …" Nabott turned his gaze to the plate and gently sawed a piece of beef with his knife.

After saying that, the Prime Minister gently lifted the plate. Sure enough, the table trembled violently in the next moment. The food and fruits on the table jumped into the air and rolled all over the floor. When the shaking of the table stopped, Nabott put down the plate and continued to eat his beef slowly. Tangelio's eyes widened and he roared, "Nabott, what do you mean?"

The head waiter turned his face away. The nearby Silver Frost Iron Guards pretended not to hear anything. However, they admired Nabott from the bottom of their hearts. Only the Prime Minister dared to provoke the Great Emperor and still acted as if he was fine. If it was anyone else, they would have been scared out of their wits by the Great Emperor's rage.

Tangerio gasped heavily and lowered his voice like thunder, "You dare to say that even though you know whose territory the Dragonstone Ice Plain is. Does that mean that Sheila's disappearance is related to him?"

"I didn't say that, Your Majesty. I only said that Sheila was missing and that I had no other intentions from the beginning until the end."

'"Dog shit, I don't know what you're thinking. Well, well, Sheila is a Marquis, anyway. He can't disappear so mysteriously. I'll get people to investigate. Are you satisfied now, my lord?" Great Emperor laughed instead.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me an explanation to Sheila's family."

"Hmph, what else?" Tangerio caught a roasted chicken and chewed on it angrily.

"Nothing much. I just wanted to remind you that Shadow Duchy is starting to gather troops from the north and south. I don't think it will be long before war breaks out. At this time, will His Majesty let go of that one beforehand?"

"You mean to cut the army?" Tangerio rolled his eyes and said, "Why should we let them go? In my opinion, we should go faster. You know that the war is going on. Once the war between the north and south starts, I need the imperial army to react quickly, so the lords should hand over their troops and let the empire command."

"Then they will come to Oliska, and His Majesty will wake up every day to hear their cries."

"They dare!" Tangerio waved his hand and said, "I have an idea. You don't have to say anything else. I saw you bumping into Julian just now."

Nabott said.

Tanglio called for the chief attendant and said, "Send me a message later, and have the Internal Affairs Division prepare a new Earl's uniform. When the Viscount Allen arrives in Ollesca, have him delivered. At the same time, arrange a time for me to personally confer honors on the knight."

The head waiter's eyes were slightly surprised. How glorious was this? '"Tell Julian I know what he's trying to say," Tangelio said to Nabott. "I didn't forget the old man's last words. There's no need for a brat like him to rush over early in the morning to teach me a lesson. I knew he was going to shit or eat, so I sent him back. Don't waste my time."

Nabott smiled and said, "I personally bestow honors on that knight, Viscount Allen … No, Earl Allen is such a great honor."

'"Whoever can survive two shots from Hoey and slaughter another Earl of Strength will have that face. Besides, Julian seems to be quite angry lately. I, by the way, give him a push so that he doesn't think I'm a father's favourite." Tangelio smiled.

"Are you fair?"

"Cut the crap, Prime Minister. Your kung fu for flattering is still far from enough."

Nabott smiled and remained silent. Julian was worried that Sir South would be killed just like that, so he tried to interfere with Great Emperor's fury of thunder, so as to give him a relatively fair environment. Unexpectedly, Tangerio had spoken on the spot to decorate him. As long as the news of today spread, those who wanted to touch Sir Allen could only suppress their thoughts. After all, Great Emperor's gaze had already fallen on that knight. If that knight could not reach the imperial capital, then Great Emperor's anger would not be so easy to endure.

However, there were advantages and disadvantages to everything. The more Great Emperor paid attention to that knight, the more dangerous it would be when he arrived in the capital. Because of Tangelio's words, the knight's battlefield was no longer on his journey north, but in Ollis's.