You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 152 The old king is dead, and the new king takes the throne!
"Your Majesty, please die!"

The voice echoed like a wave throughout the "Council Hall." After the old nobles finished shouting, they all lowered their heads, no longer looking at Lacey II sitting on the high platform.

Only Jerome looked directly at the former emperor calmly. Although he had communicated with the emperor before, he still needed the emperor's attitude at this time.

The Republicans who had been watching the show originally also became serious.

It is unlikely that ordinary people will ever see such a scene of inviting an emperor to his death.

Mu Tianbang was trembling all over. This group of people wanted him to kill his father. Even though they were distant and had just had an argument not long ago, he was still his father.

He felt as if he was in a fire, the flames licking his wounds and his chest, burning all the time.

His whole body was soaked with sweat. The consumption of mental energy, sometimes only lasted for a moment, but was far greater than the physical energy.

"What are you waiting for?" the old emperor on the throne spoke.

His eyes were cloudy and calm, not like an old man preparing to die, but rather like an old man who had seen through life. Nothing could stir up any more waves in his heart.

Mu Tianbang was twitching softly, the cross sword in his hand dropped, his shoulders shrugged, and even his breathing became irregular.

"Are you pitying an emperor?" Seeing that Mu Tianbang did not take action, Laixi II asked:

"Think about yourself. You've never lived a single day as a prince, and because my blood flows in your bones, you were born guilty!
"Why do I need your pity?!"

Although Laixi II was still provoking Mu Tianbang, his hands and feet were still weak and he could not lift his sword.

Tears and snot mixed together, his eyes were red, his nose tip was red, and his hands were shaking with intense emotions.

Until a pair of rough hands held his hands.

He looked up and saw Jerome. Feeling the tingling and warmth on his hand, he looked at Jerome as if he were looking for a savior.

Then he heard Jerome say:
"Your Highness, for the sake of the country, please strike with this sword."

Mu Tianbang tried to break free, but Jerome's hands were firm and powerful.

The latter led the former, raised his sword, and walked towards the emperor on the platform step by step.

With every step, Mu Tianbang's body resisted;

With every step he took, he begged for mercy with his words.

But Jerome's eyes were firm, his steps were firm, his gaze was frank, and the tip of his sword touched the old emperor's chest, then moved the sword body, and finally the hilt.

It was also the first time that Mu Tianbang felt the feeling of a sword piercing into his flesh and blood.

At first, it felt like stabbing into leather, with a slight resistance, but as Jerome's hand strength increased, the resistance was instantly broken.

Then, the tip of the sword pierced the soft internal organs.

Jerome was very accurate with his sword. He found the gap between the ribs and stabbed it straight into the heart.

A crimson flower blossomed on the old emperor's pure white funeral robes. He took off his coat when he went on stage.

The old emperor's eyes were fixed in pain and melancholy.

Pain comes from the body, and melancholy comes from the self-examination of the soul.

His life was passing by rapidly, his eyes dimmed, and finally his head, which had been held high until now, slowly drooped.

When all this was done, Mu Tianbang had already collapsed on Jerome.

He staggered to his feet again, and in horror he dropped the cross sword from his hand, glaring at Jerome.

“Why are you doing this?!”

His voice was hoarse, he had exhausted himself mentally.

Jerome patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear:
"It's all for the empire, for you, my majesty."

Until this moment, his tone was sincere, without a trace of uneasiness.

As he spoke, he pulled out the cross sword that pierced Lacy II.

"I am loyal to Your Majesty, but even more loyal to the Empire.

"Only by doing this can the empire be restored." "So, I did it."

He spoke his inner thoughts with a calm look. Immediately, a servant came up, gathered up the old king's body, and placed it in the coffin that had been prepared.

Mu Tianbang kept staring at his father's body until the coffin was closed.

But he discovered that there was another coffin next to his father's coffin.

Before he had time to think about it, Jerome patted his face again to bring him back to his senses.

"I'll teach you one last thing."

He whispered close to Mu Tianbang's ear:
"Once the restoration of the country is successful, the monarchy will be restored and the empire will reappear."

Mu Tianbang was still immersed in the pain of his father's death and hadn't recovered yet, but Jerome didn't care. He said to himself:
"Don't worry about the Republicans turning against you, because by then, they will all be aristocrats too."

After saying this, he glanced at the old nobles again and continued:
“Look at the nobles now, they can’t support you enough.

"How can there be nobles who are against nobles?"

After saying this last sentence, Jerome walked tremblingly towards the other coffin.

As he left, he was still talking to himself:

“I am loyal to the Empire, so I will do everything I can to restore the country;

"But I am also loyal to His Majesty, so I will accompany His Majesty to rest in peace."

As he said this, he turned around.

A dagger was already stuck in his chest.

He took off his butler's uniform, and underneath was also a funeral robe.

"I have fought my battle. The rest is up to you, Your Majesty Beckett."

After saying this, he fell into the coffin.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and Mu Tianbang, or Beckett, looked confused.

His path in the Federation had long been cut off.

Now, if one wants to climb up again, the only way left is to restore the country in Lu'an.

"His Majesty Beckett."

An old noble reacted, walked up to Beckett and saluted.

Afterwards, many of the old nobles saluted, while the republicans froze in place. According to the agreement, they needed to implement the restoration plan with Beckett as their leader.

So, despite their great reluctance, the Republicans bowed slightly to Beckett.

Their hatred for the new king was far less than that for the old emperor.

Only Hank stared at Beckett for a long time, but finally walked out of the basement without saluting.

The scene was noisy for a long time before the last two coffins were taken to the foot of Mount Kaiyun, where they would be temporarily placed. They would then return to the United Kingdom with the team.

The body of King Lacy II will be embalmed, and if Becket is able to restore the country, the body will eventually be buried in his hometown of Ruen.

Even if the restoration of the country is not completed, he can still be buried.

But it is easy for the public to dig it out to vent their anger, and then it will be ugly.

And Chi Ping quietly sneaked into the vehicle transporting the coffin.

Although ordinary people will die if their hearts are pierced!
But Chi Ping knew that Laixi II was definitely not dead!

The simplest reason was that the simulator didn't pop up any event notifications. The entire simulation revolved around whether or not to protect Lacey II.

So, Chi Ping knocked on the lid of the coffin:

"Wow, aren't you coming out yet?"

(End of this chapter)