At the main gate of the royal city, Bolton was leading a group of troops into the city. As he approached the huge wall of the royal city, he heard a dragon roar in the distance and saw a huge crimson dragon flying towards the sky in the distance.

"Lorna?" Bolton quickly recognized that it was Fei Ye, and he didn't know where Lorna was going to ride it.

Bolton shook his head and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, there were more important things now.

Since the New Year's Banquet, he has devoted himself to the northern border defense, responsible for supervising the reconstruction of the Frozen Fortress, and leading the Guards Corps on regular patrols to eliminate the remnants of the Six Kings stranded in the territory.

However, not long ago, Bolton suddenly received a defense change order, and it was a royal order personally issued by Perseus, requiring him to lead the bodyguards back to the royal city. The patrol in the north was under the jurisdiction of the troops stationed in Lenglie Valley.

Bolton was very puzzled by this royal order. Perseus ordered the Guards Corps to garrison in the north at the beginning of the year. The soldiers had just become familiar with the environment, and now they were suddenly called back. What was going on?

Since it was the king's order, Bolton could not disobey it, so he could only lead his legion on a starry night journey back to the royal city, preparing to ask Perseus face to face.

Bolton settled his troops and entered the palace late at night. As soon as he entered the main entrance, he was stopped by the royal guard. The other party said: "Your Highness, please go to the conference room of the main palace. His Majesty the King is waiting for you."

Bolton did not realize the subtlety, and said bluntly: "It is very late now. My father has been busy with state affairs all day, so let him rest early. I will get up early tomorrow to find him and tell him if I have anything to do."

Just as he was about to leave, the imperial guards reached out to stop him and repeated expressionlessly: "Please go to the conference room of the main palace, His Majesty is waiting for you."

Only then did he notice something unusual. There were many more guards around the palace, and less than half of them were new faces that he had never seen before. They seemed to have been promoted recently.

The strange atmosphere made him feel a little solemn, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he went to the main hall conference room honestly.

Candlelights were lit in the conference room. Perseus sat quietly in the dim candlelight, holding a picture album in his hand and looking through it. There was also a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the table.

"Father?" Bolton called softly.

Perseus looked up and said with a smile: "Oh, here you go, sit down quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Seeing that Perseus looked kind, Bolton guessed that it was nothing serious, and that he might just want to catch up with his son after being separated for a few months. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and sat down in the seat next to him.

Perseus took the initiative to pour Bolton a glass of wine and said, "Come, my father, I want to give you a drink. You have been guarding the border and fighting in all directions for my father for so long. It's really hard on you."

Bolton was flattered and quickly caught the cup: "Father, what are you talking about? I should share your worries. How can I bear the word "hardship"?

Perseus smiled and continued to flip through the picture album in his hand: "I haven't looked at this thing for a long time. Now that I have taken it out and flipped through the pages, I am really filled with emotion."

Bolton poked his head over to take a look and immediately smiled. Perseus used to like to find artists to paint and record his life. Now the content in the album is all scenes of the father and son when they were young.

From being born and sleeping in the swaddling clothes, to learning to walk for the first time, to learning how to climb a tree with a monkey, crying when a cake falls on the floor, to learning how to dance with a knife and stick when an adult wears a military uniform, every painting records it.

It’s every bit of Burton’s growth process.

Perseus pointed to the scenes in the album, chatted and laughed with Burton, and told him stories from the old days.

Bolton was too young at the time to remember some things, and his eyes were full of curiosity when he listened.

There are also some things that Bolton still remembers. Whenever he mentioned interesting childhood stories, he would slap his legs and laugh.

The two were drinking and chatting in high spirits, and the conference room was filled with laughter and laughter. It seemed that there were no kings and generals at this moment, only father and son who were dependent on each other by blood.

While he was drinking, and when he was getting drunk, Perseus closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, his vicissitudes of life revealing an inexplicable exhaustion.

Bolton asked with concern: "Father, what's wrong?"

Perseus said sadly: "Now that I think about it, time flies so fast. Look, you were still a little kid back then, and you have grown taller than me in the blink of an eye. Sometimes standing with you, my father feels that

It’s very stressful.”

Bolton didn't understand the meaning, and smiled and said: "I am my father's son, why do you feel pressure when you stand with me?"

"Because your prestige is very high." Perseus opened his eyes, with a profound look hidden in his childish face, "When you were still young, I saw that you were a good candidate to be a general, so I took you very early.

Sent to the military camp. You have lived up to my expectations, made many military exploits, and have countless subordinates loyal to you."

"I have always been proud of your achievements, but sometimes, when I see so many loyal generals behind you, who are all working for you, and are even willing to die for you, my father feels sleepless every time he thinks about it."

Bolton finally understood the meaning of the words and was so frightened that he almost woke up from the wine. He stood up unconsciously, his face turning blue and white: "Father, are you worried about my self-respect as a soldier?"

Perseus neither admitted nor denied, but silently poured Bolton another glass of wine: "I have watched you grow up, and I know you are a good boy, and you will never have such thoughts."

Bolton's eyes were a little red and he said seriously: "To tell you the truth, father, you asked everyone to recommend the crown prince. I don't know what the second brother and the ninth sister think, but as far as I am concerned, I have no interest in it at all.

."

"I know what kind of person I am, and I also know that I don't have the potential to become a king. You pushed me as a candidate in public just to prevent outsiders from gossiping. I know all this."

"I never wanted to be a king. I just wanted to be my general and keep our country safe. That's enough. Whoever loves the crown will wear it. I don't want it for free!"

Perseus shook his head slightly, put his hand on Bolton's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "But many times, the situation is not up to you. So many generals hope to follow you to gain glory, and so many soldiers want to follow you.

His subordinates are rising rapidly."

"You don't want to be the king, but those people want you to be the king. When the time comes, they force you to step towards the throne, do you still have any choice?"

Bolton gritted his teeth. He had developed a strong heart during his half-life in the military and rarely cried. But now that he was jealous of his biological father, the unwillingness, loss, and grievance came to his heart, making him shed tears involuntarily.

Perseus stood up and walked to the fireplace, with his back to Bolton, and a melancholy voice came slowly: "My son, you have been fighting for so long, it is time to go home and rest. Read books at home, play chess, and spend more time with you."

Isn't it better to have such a stable life with your mother than to travel around outside?"
Chapter completed!