It’s not that I lack ability, it’s that I don’t have the means to do what I do.”

Moritz sighed and said seriously to the Lieutenant General: "I agree with what Captain Montagne said to a certain extent."

"There are still many things that I haven't finished yet." On one side of the balance were his family members, and on the other side were the corpses on the battlefield. Winters was about to be torn apart: "Those who died in the war, their surviving families have not yet received compensation.

.The soldiers living in the wasteland have not yet been redeemed. Lower Tiefeng County was burned to ashes by me, and Middle Tiefeng County was smashed to pieces by me... At least they should be restored to their original appearance..."

Antonio looked at his son: "This is not your responsibility."

"It's my duty! I sent them to the battlefield, I sent them to die. I knew they were going to die! It must have been a massacre on both wings, and I put them there anyway. I knew the Tertons would kill

Kill them, I knew it from the beginning." The scars in his heart that had never healed were revealed bit by bit, and Winters' body was shaking violently: "Those people, they went to fight because they trusted me, but what did I do?

, I fed their flesh and blood to the wolves..."

Antonio wanted to hug his son, but he couldn't.

"You can't cry." Antonio said, "If you want to go this way, you can't cry."

He was silent for a long time and slowly began to tell: "The old marshal once told us a joke. He said, 'As the saying goes, a general should love his soldiers as much as he loves his son, and then the soldiers will be willing to die for you. But if the general really loves his son,

He loves the nurse soldiers as much, so how can he bear to let them go to war?"

"We were all laughing at that time." Antonio also smiled, his thoughts gradually immersed in memories: "Your father was laughing too, and I was laughing too."

"But now, kid." Antonio looked at Winters with unspeakable pain in his eyes: "I regret letting you take this road."

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Shade Mountains, lies the heart of the empire, the Palace of Innocents.

News of the victory has spread back to the Eternal City, and colorful flags are hung in the streets and alleys of the city to celebrate the victory.

Thirteen triangular flags were tied to each rope across the street, representing the thirteen victories the Imperial Army had achieved in the north over the past two years.

The big bells of each church also rang thirteen times, calling believers to come and watch the Victory Mass.

The grand banquet hall of Wulu Palace was brightly lit and decorated with flowers. Palace nobles of all sizes gathered here to deliver congratulatory messages to His Majesty the Great Emperor.

And these are just small early celebrations, because the winner has not yet returned to the Eternal City.

When the generals return with their spoils of war and prisoners, there will be a grander and more magnificent triumphal ceremony and prisoner sacrifice ceremony.

His Majesty would come to the Coliseum in person in a magnificent chariot with four white horses, and the barbarian battle standards, weapons and treasures would be thrown at the foot of his steps.

Then there will be an endless feast that will go down in history, and everyone who participates will receive gifts.

Therefore, regardless of nobles or civilians, everyone in the Eternal City is looking forward to a fantastic grand triumph.

While triumphant songs were being played in the grand banquet hall and people were drinking and drinking, the protagonist of the banquet was alone in that small office.

The door opened a crack.

"Your Majesty." Count Narzia said outside the door, "The Prince is here."

There is no need for the emperor to take any action. Count Narzia has already understood His Majesty's thoughts.

The door opened completely and a young man walked into the room.

Just looking at his appearance, the young man is an imposing young man, tall, handsome, and unrestrained. His deportment and demeanor indicate that he grew up in a privileged environment.

But that's all. He is still young after all. In an empire where beards represent masculinity, it is always difficult to do things without hair on the mouth.

But when people knew who the young man's father was, and when people knew that the young man was the legal heir of the empire, this young man who was less than twenty years old instantly became sacred and inviolable.

But what is very interesting is that if the old man in the oil painting is nine points similar to the emperor in front of the portrait, then only one point is transferred to the young man.

People say it's because the Queen's family's bloodline is too powerful. Of course, there are also darker rumors spreading quietly in the sewers.

The door was completely closed, leaving only the father and son alone.

The room was very dark, with only one lamp lit.

The young prince narrowed his eyes, but did not dare to raise his head and look directly at his father behind the desk: "Your Majesty."

"Come here." The emperor said.

The young prince took a few steps forward.

"Come to me." The person in the lamp shadow seemed to be smiling.

The prince was a little surprised and walked steadily to the desk.

Although the emperor remained unsmiling in front of the prince, the prince was keenly aware that his father had become a little emotional at this moment...a little bit.

The emperor stood up, and under his command, the young prince sat on the emperor's seat.

It's not a throne, the coronation throne is placed in the main hall.

Anyone who is close to the highest power knows that this extremely simple chair in the small office in the corner of Wuli Palace truly represents the highest power in charge of the empire.

"How do you feel?" the emperor asked with interest.

The young prince moved uncomfortably: "It's very hard."

"It's indeed very hard, and it hurts your butt." The emperor seemed to be talking about sexual arousal today, and even explained to his son: "But if you use a soft cushion, you will sweat after sitting for a long time, it will be very moist, and it will be very uncomfortable."

The emperor looked kind and cheerful, but his son became more and more frightened.

A great father is the biggest obstacle to his son. In the eyes of the young prince, the divine side of his father far outweighs the human side, and he is more accustomed to that side.

But when God became a human being, when the emperor became a father, the young prince felt a little uncomfortable.

The emperor's fingertips traced the indentation on the desk and engraved: "The material of this desk comes from a warship. My father only started using it for daily office use."

The prince's eyes swept across the table. Not only were there stains of ink, but there were also crooked letters carved by young children. It was a very old desk.

"Since I can remember, my father." The emperor looked at the old man behind the desk: "He sat here and worked. From dawn to night. At noon, he would take a walk in the garden. After dinner, he would

I’ll go for a walk on the street.”

Of course the prince had heard the story of the previous emperor, but the part he was more familiar with was that since a failed assassination, the previous emperor's walking range no longer left the Wuli Palace.

"It's like this every day. If he's not out patrolling or fighting, if he's not meeting his subordinates, he'll be working here." The emperor looked at his son: "It's like this every day. He won't rest until very late."

Did it turn out that the previous emperor was very diligent in his duties? The prince didn’t know much about it.

"But do you know what people call him?" the emperor asked.

The prince was asked what he knew, but he did not dare to answer.

The emperor said calmly: "Richard, madman."

Everyone knows about Richard III, the mad emperor who lost all his territory south of the Shade Mountains.

"When I was young, people respected my father as a warrior, a handsome man and a pious man. But when he died, people called him a madman." The emperor asked: "What do you think people will call me after I die?

?”

"Your Majesty," the prince replied.
Chapter completed!