Chapter 368： Change in the situation (1/2)

The ruler of the Kingdom of Ansu, the longest-serving king since the Second Dynasty, Francis II stood on the high terrace of Silver Fort, overlooking the ancient city that had been ruled by the Moen royal family for 700 years. The glory of the magical sun shines on the old king, and a splendid brilliance shines on his gorgeous gold-red coat, which shines with the shimmering light on the entire surface of the Silver Fort. In one piece, the old king with the name of wisdom and forbearance seems to be integrated with the whole castle, even with the whole city and the whole kingdom.

After a long standing and gazing, a gentle footstep passed from the rear, and the old king’s hearing was still keen. He turned and looked at the man who was already behind him.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a black gold-plated long coat, a pale blond short curly hair, and an ordinary temperament. He stood in front of Francis II, his eyes were gentle and gentle, and there was a hint of awe.

"Wale, have you seen Aiden?" Francis II looked at the middle-aged man in front of his eyes. Although the other person was his eldest son, his tone was indifferent and calm, as if he were the most common with his own. Followers speak.

Wales? Moen, this is the name of a middle-aged man. He was the first son of Francis II. Before the appearance of Prince Edmund, he was once the only legal heir to the kingdom, but on the top stage of the entire Ansu. The former heir was even more active than Veronica Moen, who had entered the church and left the Ansu ruling. This politician with a weak character and a weak character is like the shadow of the royal family of Moen. Hidden from everyone's sight.

The "Aiden" mentioned by Francis II is the former prime minister of the king, Aiden Alfred.

"Yes, Father," the middle-aged Prince of Wales bowed his head slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "The former Prime Minister and I have confessed some of the considerations for living in Fort Silver."

"Very good," Francis II said faintly. "After I left with Edmund, Silver Fort still needed a Moenzi to sit down, and Veronica had converted to the Lord of Light, so this position can only stay. For you. Do you understand?"

Wales was silent for a moment and whispered: "I understand."

"Don't worry, you just have to stay at Silver Fort. There is nothing you need to do." Francis II looked at his mediocre son and shook his head in a hurry. "The North and the Duke of the West will handle it well." all."

Wales? Moen bowed his head deeply: "...Yes."

The door connecting the terrace and the castle was pushed open, and Edmund Moen, who had already replaced the light knight, stepped onto the terrace. The young heir to the kingdom came to Francis II and bent slightly: "Father ,Already prepared."

The old king finally looked at Wales and then turned his head and went to the door of the terrace: "Let's go."

Francis II and Edmund left the terrace. They walked down the stairs and crossed the long corridor in the castle. As they passed through the front hall, two people dressed in Chinese costumes came forward to them.

One is wearing the dark blue duke, the temperament and elegance, with a few books, the Duke of the West, Bai Dewen? Franklin, one is wearing a white dress, wearing a silver fox shawl, temperament cold North Duke Victoria? Wilde.

The two nobles who were nominally second only to the king in the kingdom came to François II and made a slight ritual. Berdwin Franklin first spoke: "I wish you a smooth trip."

"I will work hard for peace," Francis II said solemnly, and then his eyes fell on the snow-cooled female grandfather. He quietly looked at the other side for two seconds before he continued to speak. "I hope Ansu will be peaceful for a long time."

Victoria? Wilder nodded slightly: "Ansu will be long-lived."

Then they passed by.

When the royal team escorted by the Moen royal emblem and escorted by a large number of cavalry and war mage left Silver Fort, Wales still stood on the cold-blown terrace, and he quietly looked down at the castle. The gorgeous team that passed through the square had a slight drop in his face.

A strange cold wind blew from behind, the former heir shook a little, then turned around and looked at the Duke of Victoria Wilde standing in front of him without any surprise.