Chapter 706 Showdown
"Father, you...what did you say?"
Except for the king and his father, there was no third person in the study.
Rodney Eighteen was trembling all over. He was deeply shocked by what Prince Jassim reported to him.
As his plenipotentiary representative, Jasim Rodney actually ceded all the kingdom’s territory north of the Cordoba River—almost including the northern and northeastern regions of the kingdom—to the orcs in order to in exchange for peace between the two parties.
Feeling like a sharp dagger piercing his heart, he sat down swaying.
“I had to do it as a last resort.”
Prince Jassim opposite him had a very calm tone.
"The kingdom's army was completely defeated. Even if we make no concessions on paper, those places are already under the occupation of the orcs in fact."
The king stood up and said, The eyes that looked at the prince seemed to be bursting with flames, "But if the agreement is not signed, we can send another army to take it back."
Jassim was shocked by his son's attitude. In his impression, his eldest son had never been so "disobedient" to him. Even after he became the king, he respected him very much.
“Your good sister failed to turn the tide and took Jingyao’s elite to who knows where. The orcs’ soldiers and horses swept across the north, and now the Fengfei Plain is the core of the kingdom. Zone - almost facing the impact of the orc army."
Rodney Eighteen raised the letter in his hand and argued: "No, she was in the northwest and defeated the orcs with the army there! !”
Jassim glanced at the letter with disdain. When he just came in, Rodney Eighteen excitedly let him read the content on it.
“A trivial victory!”
The king was angry, "How can you say that!"
The prince didn't even raise his eyelids, "You are too young. The generals who are fighting outside like to exaggerate their military exploits. If you kill a hundred enemies, you can brag about it." Killing a thousand enemies can be converted into killing ten thousand enemies! Didn't it say above that the orc army withdrew from the battlefield? They simply did not win a victory that could turn the tide of the entire war."
The king's body trembled.
"No matter what, as the King of Aldo, I cannot agree to such an armistice agreement. If I agree, how can the surname Rodney have the face to rule this country!" His tone was very serious. Determined.
"Alas!" Jassim sighed sadly. The eldest son's attitude towards this agreement did not surprise him.
"Listen to me, Gerd..." He called out his son's name but hesitated.
Rodney Eighteen sat there angrily, not looking at him.
“Do you want us to be called usurpers?”
Rodney was stunned for a moment, then looked at his father, “What did you say?”
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Jassim whispered: "In order to let your uncle relieve that heavy burden as soon as possible, I have reached an agreement with certain people or organizations... Of course! I just plan to do it one day in the future. With their help, nothing substantial has been done yet. I swear to the Lord of Light that this must be the case! But now, that agreement... has become a lever for others to manipulate.”
Rodney Eighteen's brows furrowed tightly, and a terrible premonition exploded in his heart.
But he still said: "I can't quite understand what you are talking about."
The prince stared at him, "There is a huge organization - the Secret Order, which Their tentacles spread all over the continent under our feet, with magical powers and incredible methods...and I was confused for a moment and was bewitched by them." He slowly told an unknown past event, Rodney Eighteen. The more I listened, the more shocked I became.
“Now, these damn bastards actually have contact with the orcs and showed up when I was negotiating with Abar! Forcing me to sign the contract will definitely bring shame. ”
After the prince finished speaking, the study fell into a long silence.
Rodney sat blankly behind the table, his body motionless, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
He knew that his father had always had ambitions for the throne, but that was okay. Anyone with the blood of Rodney must be prepared to inherit the great responsibility.
Even he himself was originally a supporter of his father.
But the so-called "let uncle relieve that heavy burden as soon as possible", it is not difficult to hear that this is a vague statement of some extremely inappropriate behavior.
My father just said that he didn't do anything substantial. Is this true?
Why did my uncle's physical condition decline rapidly in the last few years of his life?
Gelder Rodney has always trusted his father, but now, he feels that he needs to re-examine this close relative.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they begin to take root and grow.
After a long silence, the king asked softly: "Do they have any conclusive proof in their hands? If it is just some..."
But Prince Jassim nodded gloomily, "Unfortunately, they have. But...my child!"
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the king with bright eyes, "Everything I have done It’s all for you, your crown, your glory! You can summon the ministers and blame everything on me, so that you won’t lose your authority.”
Rodney Eighteen looked complicated. Looking at his father, he took a long breath.
If the suspicion of treason is really the case, there seems to be no good way. If the so-called secret method will release the evidence, the four of them, father and son, will be finished.
"Father!" He spoke, but very seriously, "There is no way I can do that."
There was a little light in the prince's eyes.
"But..." Rodney Eighteen said in a firm tone: "Some things must be changed."
The prince's brows frowned again.
"Some of the things I wanted to do before, many things, were blocked by you for inappropriate reasons."
The king waved his arms, and he, who always showed his calmness, unexpectedly Seems a little manic.
"However, we have actually lost the south, and now we have lost even more than half of the north. Aldo, which was once prosperous, powerful, and vast, now only has the royal dynasty and a bunch of fragmented ones, but it is only loyal in words. "I am very sure now that Aldo is already a pool of stagnant water, a pool of stagnant water that smells of rot. If some changes are not made, sooner or later she will suffer a shameful demise."
"So!" He stared at the prince and said in a tone that left no room for doubt, "From now on, I will exist as a real king."
Both father and son saw each other as strangers side.
"Okay! Your Majesty the King." Prince Jassim slumped on the chair weakly. "Just do what you want and do it."