Quadruple split.

Chapter 353 Uneasy Whitham
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Chauvin Empire, Prince Kunda, Kingthorn Castle
A tall young man was walking restlessly in the room, his eyes full of gloom. He is the de facto ruler of this territory. Nephew of the Emperor of the Chauvin Empire.

Different from his father with the title of "Prince of Useless Wood", Witham has shown extraordinary talents since he was a child. Not only is he extremely accomplished in swordsmanship, but he also obtained the professional rank of Great Swordsman at a young age. In terms of checks and balances with power, he has a convincing wrist. When the nominal lord has nothing to do all year round, except to be lazy and fish or go to the royal capital to spend time and drink, Wittham has already become the mainstay of the Kangda Territory. At the age of thirty, he had completely taken over the power from his father two years ago, shouldering the expectations of countless people, and diligently governing the Kangda Territory centered on Emperor Thorn Fort.

Little Witham is a wise, upright and benevolent ruler. He is strict with himself, loyal to the empire, and loves his people.

This sentence has been circulated in the territory of Kang Daling and even the entire Chauvin Empire, and commentators would occasionally add in a low voice, "it doesn't seem to be born by the useless prince", and then sniggered twice, and The companions exchanged a few wretched glances.

This matter is not even considered a secret. After all, no matter what he doesn’t want to do, even if he does, he can do whatever he wants, whether it’s Prince Kunta or the Duke of Witham, who already has the temperament of a ruler at a young age. Well, their performance and achievements are there, and the eyes of the masses are 'sharp'. The above argument has been circulated for many years.

Among them, the attitudes of the citizens of Kangda Land are not different from those of the other subjects of the Chauvin Empire. If you have to find out the difference, it is that everyone feels that their prince is not tightly grasping the matter of rights. The fact is so fortunate, at least His Royal Highness Kunta still has a little self-knowledge, and he gave up the ruling power of the territory to Duke Wetham early, instead of being kicked out in an ugly way...

Regarding this well-known trend of public opinion, the Duke of Witham, who seemed to be connivant on the surface, scoffed in his heart. The future mainstay of the empire only thought that those people who thought they were wise were mentally retarded. They can only see what others want them to see, they can only dullly repeat the "truth" that has been deliberately induced, and they are too lazy to put any wisdom on fields that seem to have nothing to do with themselves. cute.

But Wetham occasionally feels that it is not because people are stupid, but because his father is hiding it too well, let alone those ordinary people who have almost no chance to get along with him, even the vast majority of nobles in this country are difficult. See through, except for the long-dead mother, myself as the legitimate son, Uncle William who has broken his heart for this country, Lord Fashen, Lord Marshal, and a small number of core members of the Kangda leadership who are very close to his father In addition, even those dandy nobles who hang out with their fathers all day long have never discovered what kind of character that useless prince in their eyes is...

It is no exaggeration to say that his father, Prince Kunta, at least owes most of the credit for Wittham's current achievements, whether in terms of ability or fame.

In less than twenty years, he has educated an ordinary talent with only fighting talent into an elite who can stand on his own. Few people know that Wittham, who has been regarded as a dragon and a phoenix since his youth He has never listened attentively in front of those mentors who have made great achievements in various fields. In his eyes, even if those people talk there for a day and a night, it is not as good as his father in the study, who is light and straight to the core of the problem. In just a few sentences, whether it is the angle of looking at things or the level of observing problems, whether it is the means of controlling subordinates or the philosophy of getting along with others, my father who is looked down upon by countless people is better than some people with different plating. The 'professionals' who know how many layers of gold are too strong, the ridiculous thing is that those people still think they are taught by them...

Whenever he thinks of this, Witham can't help but want to laugh out loud.

As for fighting for his father, the youngest duke in the entire Chauvin Empire has never thought about it, because Wittham is very aware of the reason why his father turned himself into a 'good-for-nothing', and at the same time expressed his deepest gratitude Understand, after all, His Majesty William Bohe is a good emperor, more precisely, a good emperor who is rarely seen in a thousand years, an emperor who can really make the Chauvin Empire rise.

But few people can see this clearly. The vast majority of nobles feel that the "merchant king" William is not qualified as an emperor. They have forgotten the embarrassment of the national treasury deficit for several decades. They know that the country has become strong, but they don’t know why the country has become strong. They think that William is only enthusiastic about doing business, but they never realize that he was squeezed by the Griffin Dynasty to the southernmost part of the Southwest Continent. At this stage, Chauvin can only do business. They 'keenly' saw that the empire surpassed that decadent and bloated 'neighbor' in a certain way, so they delusionally wanted to cut a piece of meat from the other party, expand the country, and achieve hegemony , but did not take into account that the latter had seven times more regular legions than his own, ten times more high-ranking powerhouses, and finally interpreted William's impeccable policy of governing the country as a wrong-born royal businessman Enthusiasm for gold coins and false prosperity, but they themselves are the ones who are really dazzled by the false prosperity...

Under such circumstances, how could Kunta, who has the same bloodline as William, show his sharpness, let alone his sharpness, if it wasn't for the "Prince of Waste Wood" at the time during the most difficult days before the Huiye Sect settled in. The name has spread all over the country, and I am afraid that those high-level officials of the empire who are extremely nervous will run to Kangda and raise the banner to prepare for rebellion. If things really turn out to be like that, even if Kangda himself has no objection The consequences are absolutely unimaginable.

It was precisely because of this that Witham, who had always respected his father, was completely convinced after listening to the latter's analysis of the matter, and never said the words 'must let those guys know how powerful his father is'.

Even though his father rarely returned to the territory after his mother passed away, and ruined his reputation in the imperial capital all day long, Witham never complained. He knew how much his worrying father loved his mother and supported his uncle. Knowing that the only thing I can do is to govern the Kangda Territory well, dedicating my life to the empire can be worthy of my father's sacrifice and uncle's efforts, but...

Dong dong dong

The knock on the door interrupted Witham's thoughts, he exhaled softly, tried his best to relax his frown, and then nodded slightly: "Come in, Uncle Kooler."

"Young Lord."

A human man wearing a black gown and carrying two long swords walked in slowly, and saluted Wetum: "You looking for me?"

Kule has a pair of dark blue eyes and thick dark circles. He is very thin and has a very unremarkable appearance. It can only be seen that this person is about forty years old, and his clothes are also very simple. Anyway, he looks ordinary. If Removing the two long swords behind the back is definitely the kind that cannot be found immediately on the street, but from another perspective, it is not easy to be allowed to wear weapons to meet the lord. What can highlight that he is not an ordinary passerby A, that is...Witham called him uncle, um, it's that simple.

"There is no one else here, just call me by my name."

Witham smiled at his swordsmanship instructor who is also the person in charge of the intelligence of the territory, and read the answer from the other party's eyes in advance before the next sentence was uttered, and suddenly bit his lower lip anxiously and asked: " Father still hasn't sent a message back..."

"Yes, young lord."

Kule did not call the other party by name directly as the former hoped, but shook his head slightly and said: "Although it has been a week since the fixed contact time every month, His Royal Highness still hasn't sent a letter back. The urgent letter from the Mage Guild nor."

Withum nodded, then walked back and forth in the room for a few anxious steps, stopped after a while, and asked with some hesitation: "Then, Uncle Kooler, do you think we should send someone to Go to Troon to find out..."

"With all due respect, my lord."

Kule interrupted Wetham's words forcefully, and said in a deep voice: "Whether it's those of us who do things, or His Royal Highness who is far away in the imperial capital, everyone thinks that you already have the ability to be on your own. Wrong, it's not the 'image' in the eyes of the people, but the real independence, so if possible, I hope you don't rely too much on His Royal Highness."

"You misunderstood, Uncle Kuler."

Witham smiled wryly and shrugged: "I'm not anxious because my father didn't guide me how to be a qualified leader through letters as usual, nor did I ask my father for some things in the last letter to let me get a job. The problem of being undecided is just... simply a little uneasy..."

Kooler frowned slightly, and repeated in a low voice: "Uneasy?"

"Yes, very uneasy."

Witham sighed deeply, looked out the window at the night that had quietly fallen, and said in a deep voice: "Too many unimaginable things have happened during this period, first the incident in Banser City, overnight Tens of thousands of people were slaughtered, and the originally rich and prosperous city was directly turned into a cursed place, followed by the fall of His Excellency Fashen, and then a small town on the border of our territory was inexplicably destroyed, with nearly a thousand people in the town As soon as he survived, now he has lost the news of his 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, he has never been late even once. But now..."

"Wait, you mean..."

Kule's eyes gradually sharpened, and he lowered his head and pondered: "The reason why His Royal Highness did not contact you in time this time is related to the series of regrettable events before?"

Witham smiled wryly and shook his head: "I didn't say that, but I really couldn't care less. My father taught me in the past not to miss any detail, and to learn to look for contradictions in coincidences and accidents, so I'm really uneasy now, sorry, Uncle Kule, this feeling is really hard to describe, all in all, I can't let go of my heart no matter what..."

"It's okay, I probably understand." Kuler smiled, stepped forward and patted his young lord on the shoulder twice: "You are more and more like Kunta when he was young, Witt M."

Witham, who is already the Duke, sneered twice: "Compared with my father, I am still far behind..."

"That depends on where."

Kule said noncommittally, and withdrew his right hand that was on Wetham'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 Royal Highness?"

"Yes."

The latter nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Although I just thought of it just now, that's exactly what I want to do."

"Although I think the king is the safest place in the entire empire, and I don't think anything will happen to His Royal Highness, who has never been taken seriously..."

Kule took a deep look at Witham, and then suddenly laughed: "But I have already sworn allegiance, of course I will not disobey the order of the young lord, and it is even more impossible to prevent a son from worrying about his father. So I will send someone to arrange this matter, don't worry."

"Thank you, Uncle Kooler."

Witham breathed a sigh of relief, and gratefully looked at the unsmiling elder in front of him who had been his bodyguard, nanny, and mentor since he was a child, and made a grimace that did not match his current status: "You always Indulge in my willfulness."

The latter smiled, shook his head and said: "That was when you were young. In fact, since the moment you took over as the lord, I have decided not to spoil you anymore, but..."

Witham was a little dazed: "But?"

"However, if your hunch has a [-]% chance of being correct."

Kule clenched his fist lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Then this matter is absolutely necessary."

"Then please."

"Don't worry, I will as soon as possible..."

"Young Lord! Young Lord!"

A panicked shout interrupted Kule, followed by a banging sound on the door: "Young Lord, come out quickly, Young Lord!!"

"Who?"

Kule frowned and opened the door from the inside, and the pale guard in front of him asked Shen, "What happened..."

"Ku...Master Kule! It's not good, butler Liszt is back, he's covered in injuries...and...and..."

"Grandpa Liszt?"

Witherm in the room rushed to the door, picked up the guard who was half paralyzed on the ground, and asked loudly: "Shouldn't Grandpa Liszt be with father? What happened to him? Why was he injured! And what else?" Like? Quickly explain!"

"And...brought...brought back the...corpse of His Majesty the Prince..."

Chapter Three Hundred and Fiftieth: The End
(End of this chapter)