"My father, you don't have much time left. If you can't make a successor in time, after you leave, will our great Duchy of Holy Violet fall into chaos?"

Marquis Fuller's face was a little cold, and he stood quietly on the bed of the old king Fern, and his threat was already beyond words.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

The old king Fern wanted to speak, but he had a painful cough. It was not until after a while that he panted and spit out a few words, "I, my successor, my successor, have already decided... He, he is my grandson, Dan, Daniel!"

"It's that Daniel again!" Marquis Fuller's face turned pale in an instant, "My father, you are so biased!"

"You said I can't compare with my elder brother, so I admit it, after all, I am in order. But why? Why will the heir fall on Daniel after my elder brother leaves? You also know that my nephew is a useless person, what is he capable of, and why can he become the heir of our Violet Principality!"

Marquis Fuller strongly suppressed his emotions, and even his face became a little hideous.

He really couldn't understand. First it was Daniel's father Wayne Leighton, and now it was Daniel again. Why?

In terms of talent, strength, and military merit, he is not as good as his brother Wayne Litton? In terms of age, he should be his Fuller, not the useless useless waste Daniel!

Fuller was furious, and the more than ten knights who followed the scene tightened.

Among these dozen knights, several were Fuller's confidant generals, while the other was the Count and the descendants of the Duchy of Holy Violet.

These Counts and their descendants of the Principality had already surrendered to the Marquis of Fuller after their eldest son Wayne Litton died, and only Fuller's leader was followed.

The reason why I dare to come to force the palace with Marquis Fuller is naturally because the Wayne faction in the public has long collapsed, and the old king Fern Litton was seriously ill and was in a dilemma. Daniel, the eldest grandson who was designated as the heir, made no achievements in his early years due to the mysterious accident.

In this case, the future master of the Duchy of Holy Violet will undoubtedly fall into the hands of the Marquis Fuller, the second son of the old king.

"You are indeed a little biased, Your Majesty Vern."

"Young Master Wayne has gone. You cannot give the inheritance of the Principality to a waste just because of your favor with Young Master Wayne."

"Daniel is indeed the descendant of Mr. Wayne, but he is a waste. How can a waste be the crown prince of our principality?"

"Your Majesty, the Principality of Holy Violet is yours, but it is also the result of our joint construction. You cannot destroy the future of our Principality just because of your personal preferences!"

Seeing that Marquis Fuller was angry, the dozen ministers he brought were all helping him speak in a slight manner.

At first they were concerned about the power of the old king, Fern, but they found that the old king's illness was too serious. To some extent, this principality was already in the pocket of Marquis Fuller, and now the only difference is just a natural name.

So these vassals spoke in a row, and their speeches became more straightforward and without any scruples.

"You, you... cough! cough cough!"

The old king Fern Litton was so angry that he trembled all over and coughed violently. Even if there were thousands of words in his heart, it was difficult to say it. In the end, all the unwillingness was turned into one word, "get out"!

After exhaling this word angrily, the old king Fern seemed to have exhausted his strength, so he had to close his eyes tightly, lie on the sickbed, breathing heavily, and no longer have the strength to take on even a word.

His beloved son Wayne Leton died with powerful foreign enemies. This is the most heartbreaking thing he has in his life, so he is particularly fond of Daniel. However, the reason why he did not pass the position of Duke to Fuller Leton was obviously due to higher-level considerations.

Several old servants and maids who served the old king all their lives were all shivering on the edge of the sickbed, trembling.

At this time, the strong sense of humiliation not only filled the hearts of the old king Fern, but also surged in their hearts.

Perhaps it was because of the remaining power of the old king Fern Litton, after he scolded him, the dozen or so ministers at the scene calmed down.

The head of the Marquis Fuller frowned slightly, looked at his father indifferently, and said coldly: "My father, I will leave the Duchy of Holy Violet to me. Don't worry!"

"Um! Puff!"

Furiously attacking the heart, the old king Fern sprayed a mouthful of fishy and black blood on the spot. He injected more energy and emitted less energy, as if he would cut off his voice at any time.

If Fuller succeeds, with his corrupt personality, the foundation passed down by his ancestors may be ruined.

The scene was silent, with only the heavy breathing of the old king Fern constantly echoing in the air.

Several old servants and grandmas were guarding the edge of Fern's bed, sobbing silently and crying. The dozen or so ministers who followed the Marquis Fuller dared not say a word.

Especially when seeing the mouth of black blood spit out by the old king Fern, many people became tense all over.

Everyone present understands that the old king Fern is indeed old and weak, but he suddenly becomes ill recently, which is definitely related to the black blood mouth!

However, no one dares to say this kind of speculation, and even dares to discuss it.

All those present can do now are to follow Marquis Fuller and wait quietly for the old king Fern to take his last breath.

Time seemed to be becoming extremely slow at this moment, and the atmosphere in the bedroom became more and more serious.

Suddenly.

The notification from a servant suddenly came from outside the bedroom from far to near.

"Dan, Master Daniel, you're back!"

Just one message broke the silence inside the bedroom.

The old servants and grandmas who were sobbing sadly all raised their heads with joy, their eyes full of anticipation.

The many ministers standing silently at the scene all had their eyes slowed down, and many of them even looked a little panicked. If Marquis Fuller had not been present, these people would have been in an uproar and talked a lot.

The Marquis Fuller's face changed slightly, but then he snorted coldly: "It's just a useless waste. When he comes back, he can only cry and go to the funeral. Why are you panic?"

The sound that had not yet formed at the scene calmed down again.

But at this moment, there was a loud "bang"!

The gate of the bedroom was shattered.

Many ministers and Marquis Fuller at the scene hurriedly walked out of the bedroom and turned their eyes to look at the door of the bedroom. They saw a young man holding a long sword and sharp eyes standing at the door of the bedroom.

"Dan, Master Daniel!"

The old servants and maids around the sickbed seemed to have seen a savior and spoke happily.

"Wait! Daniel, isn't he a waste of fighting spirit?"

"What, how could it be?"

Among the many ministers at the scene, someone suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and soon everyone noticed Daniel Leighton, a completely different thing from the past.

At this time, Daniel Litton, who was standing at the door, was full of fighting spirit, as if the mountain torrents were extremely tsunami. The sword in his hand was covered with a layer of solid white mist-like fighting spirit, especially the sharp tip of the sword, which was still sticking with bright red blood. At his feet, two guards arranged by Marquis Fuller to guard the gate were lying.

The guards were the most elite guards around Marquis Fuller. They were powerful and covered with tough armor. But who would have thought that the tough plate armor on the chests of these two guards would be slashed with one sword!

The cracked plate armor and bloody wounds inside were exposed to people's eyes, which made the many ministers at the scene feel a little panicked and even more nervous.

Daniel, who has returned, can still kill so easily against two elite guards. Could it be... he is already at level 5?

No, this powerful sword skill, this solid fighting spirit and pressure are clearly the terrifying strength that only a level 6 sub-saint swordsman has!

Daniel Leighton has become a level 6 sub-saint!

A trembling emotion suddenly spread among all the ministers involved in the palace.

The head Marquis Fuller widened his eyes and stared at Daniel for a while before muttering: "Daniel, why are you back?"
Chapter completed!