Chapter 122 It will definitely succeed!
"So, you still can't tell me, my Lords?"

Prince Adela's voice sounded again.

The first emperor pondered for a moment, and to be honest, he didn't know what to say.

Afraid of Trajan?

But they themselves thought Trajan was dead.

If it’s not Trajan, then what is it that makes them feel so precarious until now?
They themselves don't know the answer.

After shaking his head, the First Emperor raised one hand and said:

"We swear in the name of the great Dark Moon and the Lone King that we sincerely want to cooperate with you, and we sincerely regard you and the two adults behind you as our sincere allies. However, we also have our own worries and concerns."

"Please forgive me, Your Highness Prince Adela!"

Swearing in the name of God and the King is the most backed-up oath in this world, because those who break the oath will really incur God's punishment.

And the fight will not stop until one dies. After all, this is an insult to the iron law of the God King.

Even the first emperor specifically picked a god who had lost his king. In this way, he really cut off his last way out - in the past history, there was a young man who was pardoned because he obtained the king's forgiveness.

This story is still widely sung by many bards today.

But
In the name of Dark Moon?!

Does this guy know or not?!

Prince Adela's fear grew more and more.

If we follow the right path, Dark Moon will inevitably die.

At the same time he will become a god!

"I see. It seems I was worrying too much, Your Majesty."

The emperor nodded slightly to show that he didn't care about these:

"It's good that you understand, Your Highness. We are absolutely sincere to our allies."

"Then I'll leave."

"Please make yourself at your own pace. We can't move around."

After watching Prince Adela leave.

The eight people disappeared from their original places, and the entire room returned to its original color.
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Early the next morning.

Prince Adela set off for Khazad-dum, the main city in the southern border.

He didn't take the airship, his carriage was already the top-notch vehicle.

Although it was running on the ground, its speed was definitely far beyond anyone's imagination.

In the carriage, Prince Adela carefully wrote a letter back to his mother.

In the letter, he repeatedly begged his mother to seriously consider this choice of alliance.

They are not trustworthy!

After writing, Prince Adela took out a golden apple from the cabinet and placed it on a six-pointed star inscription:
"O singer of the spirit world, the abyss, the living world, and many secrets, I ask you to come again. The gifts are ready."

Adela did not choose to pray, because he had tried many times in the past and knew very well that once he talked to his mother, he would be unable to do anything.

A dark, skinny hand reached out from the void. It was one of the most famous messengers in the spirit world—the Singer.

Just offer it an apple of pure gold and say the right prayers, and it will serve you.

Send the letter you want to anyone.

He is also one of the rare messengers from the spiritual world who can even go to abandoned places.

To be honest, Prince Adela has always wanted a dedicated spirit messenger, and in theory this is not difficult.

Especially since he is a prince.

However, the messengers he had his eyes on had already been contracted by someone else.

For example, Trajan’s Faceless Gentleman. I can’t believe that there are such elegant and powerful gentlemen in the spiritual world.

Unfortunately, Trajan got there first. And the Centaurs, whom he loved very much in his childhood, were extremely rare and powerful Centaurs, a combination of powerful and rare.

But in the end his mother told him that it was the contracted messenger of the Dark Lord Sauron.

The same thing happened to the next few.

As if the origin was playing a trick on him, every messenger he chose had a master, and the master was dead.
Fortunately, he recently found a courier that has absolutely no owner, is very much in line with his aesthetics, and is extremely rare and powerful.

When I get back, I will ask my mother to help me.

Wintermon, the white icy Pegasus.

Rare, noble, beautiful, powerful, I must get it!
A prince has to have a white horse, right?!
If I could ride a white Pegasus and fly through the sky, I'm afraid even my mother's light would be slightly overshadowed.

I'm really looking forward to it! ——
On the outskirts of the Baratheon capital.

The first emperor and the first Lord of Westeros were walking together on the roadside at this moment.

Looking at the southern sky, the First Emperor asked:

"Old friend, are you really going to go over now?"

Duke Contas nodded and said:
"In order for you to be able to move forward smoothly, I will naturally deal with everything as soon as possible."

"But Her Highness Adela is the past."

"That's why I'm taking advantage of the fact that His Highness Adela has attracted everyone's attention and rushing over. Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't act rashly. I will carefully consider and judge everything."

“It’s all about being able to get you to the last step.”

The First Emperor opened his arms with gratitude and embraced his old friend:
"It is my lifelong luck to have chosen you as my friends, old friends."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Westeros is the eternal sword and shield of Baratheon!"

After the hug, the old duke was about to leave, but before leaving, standing on the hillside, the old duke asked the first emperor a question he had been thinking about for a long time:

"Your Majesty, before Trajan stood up, why didn't we stand up first?"

The First Emperor said strangely:

"Didn't I say that? We only stand up when the time is right, and at that time, there were no suitable conditions."

“Even then, this country might be destroyed?”

"Of course, old friend."

The first emperor said to the old duke seriously:
"We have waited too long for this day and paid too much for it. Even for this, I can sit back and watch this country go to ruin."

"Moreover, I also deeply believe that only when an empire is destroyed will there be a suitable sacrifice."

"Now, isn't it? Old friend, our wait was worth it."

As he spoke, the First Emperor turned his gaze behind him and looked towards the Baratheon Capital.

Following the line of sight of the first emperor.

The old duke's last bit of doubt was also dispelled.

Yes, it is precisely because he is more calm and has a longer-term vision than himself and others that he is the object of loyalty chosen by the seven of them.

And it seems that the failure at Leumann made the Emperor more reliable.

Otherwise, in the past, his old master would have been impatient and waited until now.

The old duke stood on the hillside and bowed slightly to the emperor and said:

"Then please wait for my success, Great Emperor."

The first emperor also laughed and said:

"I await your good news, my reliable old friend and my respectable old rival!"

The old duke was slightly stunned by this old rival, and then he pointed at the emperor with amusement.

Yes, before Qigong swore allegiance, they were old rivals.

(End of this chapter)