The morning light dispels the darkness and heralds the arrival of a new day. Last night, the "castrato" was given a house and officially gained "freedom".
The entire palace was peaceful. Except for the ministers and patrols who occasionally came in and out, there was no sound. However, this artistic conception was suddenly destroyed, or it was helpless.
The noise came from a certain stone tower, and the guard did not show any surprise at this, and even his expression did not change. It seemed that this kind of thing had long been used to it and had become a daily routine.
The dinner party is over, but it does not mean that the carnival has stopped. I saw a dozen young and beautiful women twisting their bodies, trying their best to seduce.
"Full, full, why is there no wine in my glass? I am the prince! The pride of Grand Duke Cisse!"
"Yes, yes, be bolder! These gold coins are all yours! Hahahaha!"
I saw a pale young man who was roaring continuously. The table in front of him was piled with gold coins, and expensive wine was dripping rapidly along the edges.
This man's name was Fried, and he was the eldest son of Grand Duke Grylls of Cisse. However, he did not inherit any wisdom from his father, and instead seemed like an inferior illegitimate son.
According to legend, his mother was Grylls' first wife and a descendant of the old royal family. However, in order to eliminate the concerns of the new king Fernando, she was secretly executed by Grylls many years ago.
This is nothing to do with flattery, let alone fear. Perhaps Grylls didn't like his wife in the first place, and he just took this opportunity to take action.
But no matter what, the prince is the prince. Fried has been cared for since he was a child, and it was even announced at the age of three that he would take over as the Grand Duke of Cisse in a few decades.
But what is disappointing is that Fried does not have any fighting spirit talent, nor does he have any magic power fluctuations in his body. He does not even have a smart mind.
His childhood was spent in the palace, and Grand Duke Cisse sent him to the Principality Academy, hoping that he would grow up to be the master of the Principality. However, many years later, he became increasingly disappointed.
Fried did not learn strategy, but he learned how to drink and have fun. Every day he was either harassing other students or teasing his young mentor.
Seeing this situation, Grand Magister Kamerin completely ignored the identity of the other party. That day, the sky in the High Garden was shrouded in flames, and Fried returned to the palace in disgrace, and was officially expelled from the Principality Academy.
Although Grand Duke Cisse came to visit him, he only responded with one sentence, "If I see him again, I will burn him to ashes."
Grand Duke Grylls did not dare to complain at all about this, and he had no shame to plead with the pillar of the principality. That day he was completely disappointed with his son, so disappointed that he was useless.
But after returning to the palace, Fried realized this later. Every day he would either get drunk and sing, or invite noble children to party until dawn.
After years of this, his body became weaker and weaker, until he secretly put on the diaper that only babies can wear, until he could no longer restrain his sphincter.
Perhaps it is because of self-abasement, or perhaps it is his nature. Fried lives like a retarded man, living under the protection of his father and the contempt of the nobles.
"Brother, you'd better drink less, otherwise you'll have to..." The only young man in the stone tower opened his mouth to dissuade him. But before he finished speaking, he was poured wine all over him.
Seeing this, the maids hurriedly knelt down and quickly cleaned up the filth. The young man shook his head and said no more.
His name is Zorn, and he is the second son of Grand Duke Grylls of Cisse. At only twelve years old, he has a good skin and is a famous girl killer in the aristocratic circle.
But the second prince, Zorn, was born simple and kind. Instead of inheriting his father's cunning and cunning nature, he was actually a fanatical believer in the gods.
According to legend, his mother was just a poor person, and she gave birth to such an illegitimate child due to an encounter with Grylls at Nightingale Prairie.
But he has never seen his mother, not even a portrait. According to Grylls, when he dies, his soul returns to the Hall of Valor.
Innocence does not mean that he is a fool, and the name of the illegitimate child has been known for a long time. The most likely cause of the mother's death can only come from her own father.
The name of Grand Duke Xisai cannot be tarnished. How can a man who even the gods dare to make fun of openly and a man who even King Ogu does not look down on will leave any flaws?
The second prince, Zorn, stood up and came to the balcony. Standing next to him was a maid who was almost drunk to death. The maid bowed gratefully and saluted, her eyes full of admiration.
But Zorn's eyes were always looking south. Thousands of miles away in Aogu City, there was a person who cared deeply about him, a true elder relative.
Zorn lived a very lonely life. Although he was a prince and was extremely knowledgeable, in this noisy High Court of Cisse, there was no one to whom he could express his innermost thoughts.
Thinking of this, a skylark with gorgeous feathers came quietly. This little thing is Zorn's contracted beast, and it was an adult gift given to him by Queen Isabella.
"Next time I go to the royal city as an envoy, I want to beg my father to let me go. You are well in Augu City. Zorn misses you very much, and I want to hear the wonderful music of the cup and harp with my own ears."
The seal was sealed with fire paint, and the skylark flew high. Zorn sighed and wanted to return to the stone tower to say goodbye to his elder brother, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a figure.
The familiar footsteps of the captain of the palace guard who has not changed for thousands of years. The person who came was none other than his father, Grand Duke Grylls of Cisse.
The iron door of the stone tower slowly opened, and two figures filed in. Fried was especially audible in the room, still splashing wine and throwing gold coins.
"Father...Father! Why are you here? Why didn't you tell someone in advance?" When the eldest prince saw the visitor, he almost bit off his own tongue.
The dancers dispersed and the servants left. The stone tower instantly returned to calm, but the smell of alcohol that filled the air still lingered.
"Why don't you leave?" Grylls ignored the other party and turned to look at his second son, Zorn.
"Today is my eldest brother's twentieth birthday, so of course I want to..." Zorn lowered his head and whispered back.
"Of course you have to plead for me, beg me not to kill him, beg me to let this unsatisfactory waste go!" Grylls roared, his eyes were blood red.
The Blood Scythe brought out an afterimage, and the head of the eldest prince Fried fell instantly. The gold coins were stained red with blood, and stained with wine and filth.
"As a father, I can allow him to live a mediocre life. But as the Grand Duke of Cisse, I will not allow this to happen. Do you understand?"
"Weak people do not deserve to live in this world, and ignorant people are even more hateful. My bottom line for him is twenty years, and today is his birthday. Do you know?"
"All illusions are poison, and all hopes are the deadliest temptation. When can I let go of everything, and when can I sleep peacefully? Will you grow?"
On this day, the eldest prince Fried of the Principality of Cisse died of illness, and Grand Duke Grylls buried him in Nightingale Prairie with his own hands. But there were only three people who really knew the inside story.
On this day, the second prince Zorn cried bitterly. His fingernails were peeled off one after another, leaving traces of blood on the stone wall. Queen Isabella, who was far away in Augu City, was holding a piece of paper at this time.