At dinner, everyone was present. This was a rare reunion in the Governor's Palace in recent times.

After hearing about Cohen's "sabotage" punishment in the afternoon, Prince Visu al-Keda shook his head, and Cohen was inevitably taught a lesson by his great and correct mother. The only one who received much praise was Abu. Kasseling announced in public that he would eat in the future. A seat must be reserved for Abramovich. Just when Abu was about to do a somersault in celebration, Cohen's fierce gaze made him shrink back into Dill's arms...

After the meal, the ladies invited each other to go to the back to talk. Prince Wesseau smiled and gave him a look. Cohen understood and found an excuse to go to the back floor with his father.

The top floor of the back parliament building was originally the place where Fichet handled official business. His Royal Highness the Prince also had a purpose in choosing this place as a place to talk. He was moved by the scene and could take this opportunity to observe whether his son had recovered his mentality. Seeing Cohen's calm expression, His Highness the Prince's anxious heart was finally relieved.

In the current view of Cohen, this floor has become a place of hope for the resurrection of his close friends. Of course, he will not feel sad. Even the night in the Dark City becomes more and more beautiful in his eyes. The night wind blows slowly by the building. , brushing the hair from their foreheads, the father and son leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, talking about trivial things, but they had their own thoughts in their hearts.

What Weisu was thinking about was how to persuade Cohen to ascend the throne as soon as possible, while Cohen wanted to tell his father how many things had happened or would happen in the future. At this moment, the two fathers and sons were using their own brains, and they did not think about the empire at all. In the eyes of the rebels inside, if Luman knew about it, he might scream that he was wronged!

"This is our Sibia Empire, what a great river and mountains!" Looking at the lights in the city, His Royal Highness was filled with emotion: "Cohen, we can't let the rebels stay like this anymore."

"Of course." Cohen nodded: "Not only will we regain the country, I will also prepare a program for their exit."

"Okay! This is the spirit of a good man." His Royal Highness felt relieved, and was inspired by Cohen to be full of lofty ideals. Then he asked: "In what month will the army enter the Holy Capital?"

"It's just April, and we will harvest the summer grain in the middle of next month." Cohen lowered his head and thought: "Send troops at the end of May, enter the Holy City in June, and pacify the entire empire in July!"

The prince's eyes sparkled: "Are you sure?"

"The talents around Ruhmann are withering, and military morale is maintained solely by money. It is no longer a concern. Winning one or two big victories is enough to shake his foundation." Knowing that his father has always been cautious, Cohen also answered his father's questions carefully: " The trouble lies with other provinces. If we use troops rashly, the empire will be reduced to a mess. If we use soft methods to win over, not only will the people be indignant, but even I will feel uncomfortable..."

The prince patted Cohen on the shoulder and laughed: "This is a small problem, let me solve it for you."

"Is there any way?" Cohen asked, "How?"

"Internal affairs is like a tangled thread. If you want to untie the problem, if you want to make it more messy, it will be easier... But the best way is to throw it away and make a new ball of thread. ." Weisu smiled: "Just a few small governors, if they can't do this, then wouldn't my work as a prince be in vain?"

"Um... dad, can you explain it more clearly?"

"It's not appropriate to say it now. In short, I will handle this matter well, not only to calm the people's complaints, but also not to damage their jurisdiction." The prince did not tell Cohen the detailed method: "Actually! It's more than that.

I'm the only one who's thinking about it. Everyone has thought of these things a long time ago. So everyone is working hard and waiting for you to come back and take charge of the overall situation."

"I will not let you down." Cohen assured in a firm tone: "Absolutely not."

"If you want to run out to play in the future, you must at least tell your mother about the time." Weisu looked at his son, the most troublesome son: "If the three children are not around, my mother will be very worried."

Cohen didn't know it was a trick, so he answered honestly: "Okay, I will definitely do it next time."

"You really want to run!" This answer made Wei Su smile bitterly, but he also knew Cohen's character: "So, do you know what you have achieved in these three months?"

"What's the result?" Cohen smiled sheepishly: "Dad, you also know! My personality will cause trouble if I stay in one place for a long time. Dad, please let me out for a breather when you have a chance, okay?

"

"The matter of running away - let's talk about it later depending on the situation! You have a special status now and are the core figure of the entire orthodox force. If something happens to you, it won't be a trivial matter." The prince warned Cohen solemnly and looked at Cohen thoughtfully.

, he stopped delving into it and changed the topic: "Your assassination operation has made the two factions of the enemy and ourselves more clear to some extent. Most of the nobles of the middle faction have taken refuge in other empires."

"Is this situation good or bad for us?"

"It's a good thing, they will come back after the war has calmed down, so we can have a lot less worries in future military operations." When talking about important things, the prince habitually lowered his voice: "When they come back, we will

We can also use the excuse that they have not made efforts to overturn the great cause and clean up the aristocracy of the empire in a small way."

Cohen was stunned and shouted in his heart - Dad is still cunning!

"The last riot in the Holy City was also your fault, right? I think you should accept the punishment of the military judge, but your status is different, so you are exempted." The prince sat down on the bench next to him: "Although your actions are reckless

Yes, but it burned one-third of the rebels' logistics reserves and made their sneak attack aborted, which is a balance of merit and demerit - but you have to remember who you are now, no matter how effective your actions can be,

That cannot be compared with your life safety!"

"As you command - Dad, I know I am a big flag now."

"But do you know why so many people gathered under your banner?" Weisu chuckled and pointed to Cohen: "They abandoned their homes and businesses and risked their lives to sneak through the rebel blockade to replace them.

Why do you do things?"

"They..." Cohen thought for a moment, and the faces of subordinate officials flashed in his mind: "Are they pursuing something?"

"Yes! Of course people have pursuits, as long as you understand this." The prince nodded approvingly, secretly glad that Cohen was sober: "After His Majesty Fichet was hit by an arrow, two officials gave up their allegiance to you and still

Several officials have fled. Of course, most officials have stayed, but among them, there are only a few who serve you because they are loyal to the royal family."

Cohen sighed, looked out the window, and said calmly: "I understand that most people are gambling. They bet their life's wealth on me, hoping that if I win, I will be promoted to them."

"It's normal for people to have desires, and a king will take advantage of this human nature." The prince smiled: "We don't have any extra money now. At this critical moment, what can we use to keep these officials?

Where’s the exuberant energy?”

"Oh! Dad." Cohen turned around and said with a smile: "If you have something to say, just say it!"

"Come on to the throne! It will be a matter of time anyway." Weisu looked at his son and advised softly: "Let the officials know that they are serving His Majesty the Emperor, so as to give them hope."

Cohen scratched his head, looking helpless.

"What? Don't you want to ascend the throne?" Although he was anxious, Weisu's tone was still very calm: "This was supposed to be held three months ago. If it is delayed for a day, it will be more difficult to implement."

"Dad, actually... I just went to talk to Fichet, and I borrowed the throne from him!" Cohen dragged a chair and sat across from his father: "When will I ascend the throne? It has already been decided for me.

It’s not a problem anymore. But I think since the enthronement ceremony is so lively, we might as well use this opportunity to do something, so... I want to hold the enthronement ceremony in the Holy Capital and invite royal families from all over the world to participate."

Weisu listened quietly, but carefully tasted Cohen's words in his heart. He could understand the "conversation" between Cohen and Fischette, because until now, Weisu was somewhat unwilling to accept the death of a friend who had been with him for half his life.

Fact... But he was very interested in what Cohen said later. If Cohen had considered anything, it meant that Cohen had fully recovered and was preparing to become an emperor.

"This is interesting. What do you want to do through this ceremony?" The prince leaned forward and said, "Tell me."

"It would be boring to say it too early." Cohen smiled mysteriously: "Dad, just watch it, it will definitely be effective."

"Then how do you solve the current problem?" Wei Su spread his hands: "The name is not justified, and the words are not justified."

"Oh, don't they all call me Your Majesty now?" Cohen exhaled: "Well, I'll find time to have a fight with the dean... Firstly, I can tell everyone the time when I ascended the throne, and secondly, I can

Boosting morale, thirdly, it can break the silence between the dean and I, and fourthly, it can also improve the status of the dean."

As soon as Cohen finished speaking, Weisu started laughing.

"Okay! Since you have decided like this." After laughing, the prince showed a faint evil expression on his face: "I understand the dean. He is very angry with you now, and he almost gets angry at a moment... You want to

When are we going to have this fight?"

"I think there will be a meeting tomorrow." Cohen leaned over and winked at the prince: "Let's have a big argument in front of the officials before tomorrow's meeting. It can also liven up the atmosphere of the meeting."

"Not bad, this is a good idea..."

The two father and son talked secretly for more than an hour, arranged the route to be taken, and reached consensus on several important matters before going downstairs and parting ways.

This night in the Dark City is peaceful, but this night in the Holy City is full of madness.

When no one else is around, fear, despair, unwillingness...all kinds of emotions will mix together around Luman, making him confused about his future and making him hysterical. Luman began to be afraid of being alone, afraid of staying in the dark.

corner.

But in front of others, he still had to cheer up, even if he was slapped, he still had to keep his face flushed. Glass after glass of strong liquor flowed into his stomach, blended into his blood, and supported Luman's will to fight, leaving him in an inexplicable state.

in excitement.

The cause of all this is just because there is no news of a person's death. Although Luhmann has offered a huge bounty of six million gold coins for this, so far, he has not been able to get the head of Cohen Keda - even if

It would be nice if some news came through!

The only Knights of Light who can be relied on have returned, the priests of the temple will no longer come to the palace as guests, and the letters from the red priests are lukewarm. These are not good signs. Although there are dances held every night in the palace, the lights are bright

, the crowds are surging, but Luman knows that once he loses power, these people will disappear without a trace...

If it weren't for the officials who were adopted since childhood, Luman would have been unable to sustain this situation long ago, and soon he would have to rely on them to fight against the Al Qaeda family...

The young prime minister walked through the dance floor and found Luman, who was leaning on the throne: "Your Majesty, are you drinking again? Please take care of yourself!"

"It's you." Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Luman nodded happily: "Is something wrong? You rarely come into the palace at night."

"Good news." The Prime Minister smiled and handed over a memorial: "As of this afternoon, all the war preparation materials required by Your Majesty have been prepared."

"What good news." After reading the memorial, Luman immediately became energetic: "Thank you so much for finishing it in such a short time... Didn't they stop delivering supplies to us? How did you do it?

?”

"Reporting to Your Majesty." The Prime Minister said a little shyly: "Your Majesty used some... not very legitimate methods, through smuggling and intimidation, and finally got these together. Will the shipment start immediately?"

"Get lucky now!" A smile spread from the corner of Luman's mouth: "As for the methods, don't worry about these. Compared with other empires, our behavior is not dirty. You must be exhausted! Go back and rest, you

I have to host a meeting tomorrow."

The Prime Minister said goodbye to Lu Man, returned to the mansion with a relaxed look, and enjoyed dinner leisurely.

"Huh? Are you happy again? It's rare!" The concubine put a glass of red wine in front of the prime minister and sat down while talking: "What happened again?"

The prime minister smiled but did not answer.

The concubine pretended to be angry and snatched the knife and fork from the prime minister's hand: "If you don't tell me, you are not allowed to eat anymore..."

"Do you still remember what happened last time?" The Prime Minister picked up the wine glass: "I was still sighing at that time. After becoming the murderous demon, he would no longer remember us."

"Remember." The concubine nodded: "Do you have any news about him?"

"I received the order from the eldest princess this morning, and I learned from it..." The prime minister snickered and leaned his head over: "The little princess's demonic magic is not available, so that one escaped."

The concubine was stunned for a moment, but then she understood and reached out to slap the prime minister: "You are going to rebel, why don't you let the eldest princess know that you are so happy?"

"What's the point?" The Prime Minister hummed a few times: "It's not like I messed up the matter."
To be continued...