Chapter 353 The Restless Withem
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Chavin Empire, Prince Kunda’s Territory, Emperor Thorn Castle
A tall young man is He was walking uneasily in the room, his eyes full of gloom. He was the de facto ruler of this territory, the eldest son of Prince Kunda, Witambohe, and the nephew of the Emperor of the Chauvin Empire.
Unlike his father, who was known as the 'Prince of Good-for-Nothing', Withem showed extraordinary intelligence from an early age. Not only was he highly accomplished in swordsmanship, he also obtained the profession of a great swordsman at a young age. Rank, in terms of internal affairs management and power checks and balances, he is very light and has impressive skills. The lord has nothing to do all year round. Apart from being lazy and fishing or running around in the royal capital to live in debauchery, Withem has already become the de facto mainstay of the Kunda Territory. At only thirty years old, he had completely taken over from his father two years ago. He took over the power, shouldered the expectations of countless people, and worked hard to govern the Kangda Territory centered on Emperor Thorn Castle.
Little Witham is a wise, upright and benevolent ruler. He is strict with himself, loyal to the empire, and loves his people. He fully possesses the excellent character consistent with his status.
This sentence has been circulated in the Kangda Territory and even the entire chauvinist empire, and the commentators will occasionally add in a low voice after it, 'It is simply not like the good-for-nothing prince's biological son', and then He snickered twice and exchanged a few lewd looks with his companions.
This matter is not even a secret anymore. After all, no matter what he doesn’t want to do, even if he does it, he can’t do anything. Prince Kunda is still quite a ruler at a young age. Whether it's the Duke of Witham, their performance and achievements are there, and the public's eyes are 'sharp'. The above argument has been circulated for an unknown number of years.
Among them, there is no difference in attitude between the people of Kangda Territory and other subjects of the Chauvin Empire. If you have to look for a difference, it is that everyone feels that their prince is not dead. die It's really a blessing to see that he clings to power. At least His Highness Kunta has some self-awareness and gave up the control of the territory to Duke Witham early, instead of being ousted in an ugly way...
For this kind of As we all know, Duke Witham, who seems to be indulgent on the surface, is scornful in his heart. This future mainstay of the empire only thinks that those people who think they are wise and discerning are mentally retarded, exactly as his father once told him, He can only see what others want them to see, he can only dullly retell the 'truth' that has been deliberately guided, and he is too lazy to put any wisdom into areas that seem to have nothing to do with him. He is simply cute.
But Withem occasionally felt that it was not that people were stupid, but that his father was really well hidden. Not to mention ordinary people who had almost no chance to get along with him, even the vast majority of nobles in this country could not. After seeing through it, except for my long-dead mother, myself as the legitimate son, Uncle William who was worried about this country, Lord Dharma God, Lord Marshal, and a few core personnel in the Kangda Territory who were very familiar with my father. In addition, even those dandy nobles who hang out with their father all day long have never discovered what kind of character the useless prince is in their eyes...
It is no exaggeration to say that Withem can achieve what he is now. For this achievement, whether in terms of ability or reputation, his father, Prince Kunda, must at least account for most of the credit.
In less than twenty years, he educated an ordinary talent with only fighting talent into an elite who can stand alone. Few people know that he has been regarded as a human being since he was a boy. Witham, who was in the middle of the competition, had never listened attentively to lectures in front of those tutors who had made great achievements in various fields. In his eyes, even if those people talked there endlessly for a day and a night, they were not as light as his father in the study. , a few short words of instruction that go straight to the core of the problem, whether it is the perspective of looking at things or the level of observing the problem, whether it is the method of controlling subordinates or the philosophy of getting along with others, my father, who is looked down upon by countless people, must It's much better than some 'professionals' who are plated with countless layers of gold. What's funny is that those people think they were taught by them...
Every time I think of this, Mr. Withem always I can't help but want to laugh out loud.
As for fighting for his father's injustice, the youngest Duke in the entire chauvinist empire has never thought about it that way, because Withem knows very well the reason why his father turned him into a 'waste'. At the same time, he also expressed his full understanding of this. After all, His Majesty William Bohe was a good emperor. To be more precise, he was a good emperor that was rare in a thousand years, an emperor who could truly make the Chauvin Empire rise.
But few people can see this clearly. The vast majority of the nobles feel that the 'Merchant King' William is not qualified as an emperor. They have forgotten that the national treasury was in deficit for many years decades ago. They are concerned about the rapid changes in this country every day. They turned a blind eye to the changes. They knew that the country had become stronger, but they could not figure out why the country had become stronger. They thought that William was just passionate about doing business, but they never realized that he was squeezed by the Griffin Dynasty in the southernmost part of the Southwest Continent. At this stage, the chauvinists can only do business. They have keenly seen that the empire has surpassed their decadent and bloated 'neighbor' in some aspects, so they dream of cutting off pieces of flesh from the other party to expand their territory and achieve hegemony. , but completely failed to consider that the latter had seven times more regular legions and more than ten times more powerful men than our own. In the end, they actually understood William's impeccable governance policy as a businessman who was born in the royal family by mistake. Enthusiastic about gold coins and false prosperity, little did they know that they themselves were the ones who were really blinded by the false prosperity...
In this case, how could Kunda, who has the same bloodline as William, be revealed? In the most difficult days before Kaguya's sect entered, if the name of 'Prince of Waste' had not spread throughout the country, those high-ranking officials in the empire who were extremely nervous would have directly He ran to Kunta's side, raised the flag, and prepared to rebel. If things really turned out to be like that, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous even if Kunta himself didn't have any objections.
It is precisely because of this that Withem, who originally respected his father very much, was completely convinced after listening to the latter's analysis of the matter, and never mentioned again, "We must let those guys know how powerful his father is." Such words.
Even though his father rarely returned to the territory after his mother passed away, and spent all his time ruining his reputation in the imperial capital, Witham never complained. He knew how much his worrying father loved his mother. , support your uncle more, and know that the only thing you can do is to govern Kangda Territory well, and dedicate your life to the empire to be worthy of your father's sacrifice and uncle's efforts, but...
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The knock on the door interrupted Witham's thoughts. He breathed softly, trying to relax his frown as much as possible, and then nodded slightly: "Come in, Uncle Kuhler."
"Young Lord."
A human man wearing a black gown and carrying two long swords walked in slowly and saluted Witem: "Are you looking for me?"
Kule has a pair of dark blue eyes and He has heavy dark circles under his eyes and is very thin. His appearance is very unremarkable. I can barely tell that this person is about forty years old. He is also very plainly dressed. Anyway, he looks ordinary. If the two long swords on his back were removed, he would definitely not be found on the street immediately. That kind of thing, but from another perspective, being allowed to wear weapons to meet the lord is not simple enough. If there is anything else that can highlight that he is not an ordinary passerby, that is... Witham calls him uncle, well, that's it.
"There is no one else here, just call me by my name."
Withem smiled at his swordsmanship instructor, who was also the person in charge of territory intelligence, and read the answer in his eyes before he asked the next question. He bit his lower lip uneasily and asked: " Father still hasn't sent the message back..."
"Yes, young lord"
Kule did not call the other party by his first name as the former hoped, but shook his head slightly and said: " Although it is far from the fixed contact time every month It has been a week, but His Royal Highness still has not sent a letter back, and there is no urgent letter from the Mages Guild."
Withem nodded, and then walked back and forth in the room anxiously. After a while, he stopped and asked hesitantly: "So, Uncle Kuler, do you think we should send someone to Troon to find out..."
"Forgive me. Frankly speaking, young lord.”
Kuler interrupted Withem's words forcefully and said in a deep voice: "Whether it's those of us who are doing things or His Royal Highness who is far away in the imperial capital, everyone feels that you have the ability to take charge of your own affairs. Wrong, not the 'image' in the eyes of the people, but the real stand-alone, so if possible, I hope you will not rely too much on His Highness."
"You misunderstood, Uncle Kule."
Withem smiled bitterly and shrugged: "I am not anxious because my father did not instruct me through letters on how to be a qualified leader as usual, nor did I ask my father for certain questions in the last letter. The question that makes me undecided is just...simple uneasiness..."
Kule frowned slightly and repeated in a low voice: "Uneasy?"
"No? Wrong, very uneasy." Withem sighed deeply, looked out the window at the night that had fallen quietly, and said in a deep voice: "So many unimaginable things have happened during this period, first of all, in Banser City. In that incident, tens of thousands of people were slaughtered overnight, and the originally prosperous city was directly turned into a cursed place. Immediately afterwards, His Excellency the God of Law fell, and then a small town on the border of our territory was inexplicably destroyed. There are nearly a thousand people in the town with no one left alive, and now there is even more news that they have lost their father. You must know that no matter where he is in these years, his regular contact with his family has never been interrupted. No, let alone interrupted, even Chi It has never been late, but now..."
"Wait, what do you mean..."
Kule's eyes gradually became sharper, and he lowered his head and muttered: "The reason why His Royal Highness did not contact you in time this time is the same as the previous one. Is it related to a series of regrettable events?"
Withem smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I didn't say that, but I really can't help but care. My father taught me not to miss any detail. More to learn Looking for inconsistencies in coincidences and accidents, that’s why I feel particularly uneasy now. Sorry, Uncle Kule, this feeling is really difficult to describe. In short, I can’t let go in any case..."
"It doesn't matter, I probably understand." Kuller smiled, stepped forward and patted his young lord twice on the shoulder: "You are becoming more and more like Kunda when he was young. Yes, Witham.”
Withem, who was already a Duke, sneered twice: "Compared with my father, I am still far behind..."
"It depends on which aspect."
Kule He said noncommittally and withdrew his right hand on Witham's shoulder: "So it's because of this uneasiness that you asked me to send someone to the capital to confirm the situation of His Highness the Prince?"
"No. Wrong."
The latter nodded and said solemnly: "Although I just thought of it, this is exactly what I want to do."
"Although I think the capital is the safest place in the entire empire, I don't think anything will happen to His Highness the Prince, who has never been taken seriously by anyone..."
Kule took a deep look at Withem. , then suddenly laughed: "But of course I will not disobey the young lord's order as I have already sworn allegiance, and it is even less possible for me to prevent a son from worrying about his father, so I will send someone to arrange this matter. Don't worry."
"Thank you, Uncle Culler. ”
Withem immediately breathed a sigh of relief and looked gratefully at the unsmiling elder in front of him, who had been his guard, nanny, and mentor since he was a child. He made a character that was extremely inconsistent with his current identity. grimace: "You always indulge My willfulness."
The latter smiled and shook his head: "That was when you were young. In fact, from the moment you took over as the lord, I have decided not to spoil you anymore. Yes, but..."
Withem was a little confused: "But?"
"But if your hunch has a one percent chance of being correct."
Kule clenched his fists lightly and said in a deep voice Said: "Then this matter is absolutely necessary."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"Don't worry, I will do it as soon as possible..."
"Young lord! Young lord!"
A panicked shout interrupted Culler, followed by the sound of banging on the door: "Young lord, please come out quickly, young lord!!"< br>
"Who?"
Ku Le frowned and opened the door from the inside. The pale-faced guard Shen in front of him asked: "What happened..."
"Ku Le ...Lord Culler! It’s not good, butler Liszt is back, he’s covered in injuries… and he’s still…”
"Grandpa Liszt?"
Witham in the room rushed to the door, picked up the guard who was half-collapsed on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Shouldn't Grandpa Liszt be with father?" What happened to him? Why was he injured? And what happened? "
"And... he brought back the prince's body..."
Chapter 350: The End
(End of this chapter)