"General Miolic, is your father in it?" A young man at twenty-four or five years old, who looked heroic and handsome, stepped out of the teleportation array, and next to him was a magician who was about the same age as him. Judging from the badge on his magic robe, he was already a high-level magician.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has been waiting for you." Miolic said slightly: "This is..."

"This is my good friend Brufid."

"Oh? Is it the water wizard you mentioned in the letter who saved you once?"

"Yes."

Miolic hesitated for a moment and moved away: "Your Highness, please."

The eldest prince of the Mao Empire, West, nodded at Miolici with a smile, and stepped into the main hall. Miolici followed the two people silently. As the commander of the personal guard, Miolici must be careful at all times. His Highness of the Great Prince will not have any problems. Brufid has only met once, and he dare not take it lightly.

The king of the Mao Empire, Yuland, looked very young. If it weren't for the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and his body was obviously fat, someone believed that he was only in his thirties. Seeing that West walked into the main hall, Yuland put down his scepter and stood up with a smile, spreading his arms: "My child, I heard that you were in big trouble on the road? I'm very happy to see you return safely!"

"Father!" West took a few steps in a hurry, opened his arms and hugged Yuland gently: "It's all because the child was too careless and worried about me."

"You saved my child?" Yuland's eyes fell on Brufid: "Your name is reported, and you saved the hope of the Mao Empire. I, Yuland, will reward you heavily!"

"Your Majesty, you are so polite." Brufid bowed politely: "Anyone who has a little sense of justice in his heart will not stand by. It is also my honor to help a noble prince."

"Well said, may justice last forever!" Yuland laughed a few times, walked back to the throne and sat down: "West, have you done everything?"

"No, father, the child heard that the Dark Moon Magic Legion of the Alisen Empire was transferred to the front line, and our country had been threatened unprecedentedly. The child was anxious and had to put those things aside for the time being and rushed back as quickly as possible."

"Oh?" Yuland glanced around thoughtfully. Even if this military secret was about to be leaked sooner or later, West should not have received the news so soon. There can only be an explanation. This was what the ministers in the court informed West in some way. They sat on the throne for more than twenty years. How could Yuland not understand the tricks inside? This child... has begun to gather his confidant.

"Father, my child has a plea!" West suddenly fell to his knees.

"Tell me." Yuland looked at West with a playful look.

"When the empire is under unprecedented threat, as the empire's great prince, it is my unshirkable responsibility to share the worries of the father! Father, my child is willing to go to the front line immediately to help Grandon fight the provocation of the Elison Empire together!"

Yuland didn't say anything. West was his eldest son. He watched him grow up. On the road to power, West was just starting out. His thoughts could not be hidden from Yuland's insight. Although West kept saying that he was going to help Grandon, he actually wanted to restrain Grandon's power.

This request is quite high-sounding, but Uland could not agree with Wester's request. Grandon was the governor. If one more governor was sent and the two governors quarreled, it would be a mess of the front line!

In Yuland's eyes, West is good, smart, witty, and very good at pleasing people. The most important thing is that West is the eldest son of the legitimate son. Yuland has always trained West as his heir. But West's mind is a part of Yuland's heart. He can't stand his two younger brothers being better than him in some aspects, and always try every means to suppress the two younger brothers.

Before the Elisen Empire transferred the Dark Moon Magic Legion, Yuland had already noticed from all kinds of clues that the Elisen Empire was going to fight, so he sent West out to meet someone. He knew that West had not experienced strong storms and was afraid that West would make a mistake, so he told all the plans to the person West wanted to meet, let that person take the overall situation and try his best to reach a political marriage with the Elisen Empire, resolve the tension between the two countries, and then draw some troops back from the eastern front to face the Elisen Empire from both directions.

He didn't expect that West would leave without warning, making his entire layout vain. After receiving the man's urgent letter, Yuland felt very disappointed.

As a father, Yuland is qualified. He did not express his emotions on his face. Instead, he mobilized the atmosphere and filled the palace with strong father-son family affection. He did not want to hurt West's self-esteem, but for a king, can he still be a qualified king so protective of his children?

"Father..." West was a little anxious when he saw that Yuland did not speak for a long time.

Yuland sighed lightly, reached out and pulled a piece of bamboo from the next bamboo mat and threw it to West: "Child, break it."

West was stunned for a moment, but he still broke the bamboo piece as Yuland said.

Yuland signaled the palace maid to sweep the bamboo into a ball: "Child, break it this time!"

West held the bamboo mat in a daze. He was a mid-level magician, and his physical strength was very fragile. Even if he was a mid-level swordsman, he could not break such a thick bamboo mat without using weapons?

"Father, how can this be broken?"

"Why can't you break it?"

"So many bamboo slices together...too thick!"

"You are wrong, they are too united!" Yuland stood up slowly: "I am not as good as Beeri, Miolic, and I am not as good as Thor than his magical attainments. I am not as good as Sdigg, but I am the master of the Mao Empire, and everyone must bow down under my throne! Child, do you know why this is?"

West opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

"I am fragile compared to those real strong men." Yuland walked slowly to West, pulled out the tiniest piece of bamboo, and smiled and waved it: "A light force can break me."

"Father, you..."

"But!" Yuland shook the bamboo mat, placed the smallest piece of bamboo next to it, and rolled the piece of bamboo in the middle with the bamboo mat: "Now, who else can break me?!"

West looked at the bamboo mat, then looked at Yuland, and began to ponder.

"A generation of monarchs must learn to be tolerant and unite! Tolerate tolerant mistakes and mistakes, unite all the forces that can be united, so that you can become the strongest person!" Yuland did not want to give up West, so he could only use fables to inspire West.

"When Beeri became the Sword Saint, I put down my scepter, put on a cloth, ran out of the palace secretly, and drank wine with Beeri for a night in a tavern. I congratulate him on his achievements! When Miolic became the Golden Knight, I..."

"Your Majesty!!" Miolic interrupted Yuland in desperation, and his face turned red. It was obvious that he and Yuland must have done something ridiculous at that time.

"Haha..." Yuland smiled: "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Mioric's face had not yet recovered, and she looked around there and did not dare to look at Yuland.

Yuland's eyes fell on West again: "Child, don't be jealous of the achievements of the subjects, don't deprive them of the glory, otherwise..." Yuland's voice suddenly turned sharply: "You are not qualified to sit there at all!" Yuland's scepter in his hand pointed straight at the throne.

West was sweating profusely and could not say anything.

"Grandon has liked military affairs since he was a child. He has better abilities than you and better than me in this regard. Let him worry about war and don't interfere with him." Yuland rubbed his eyebrows with his hands: "Once the war breaks out in full swing, there will be more political affairs. I am so old... I can't be busy with one person. Stay here and help me."

"Boy understand." West whispered.

Yuland waved his hand, and West retreated while wiping the cold sweat from his head. In his impression, his father was always amiable, but every word he said today was heartbreaking, which made him almost unable to bear.

"Your Highness, can we... still go to the front line?" Brufid said in a low voice.

"You see, can you still go?" West smiled bitterly.

"That's the matter of mobilizing the people to write a letter..."

"Stop, stop all!" West whispered: "I feel that my father has a bad impression of me now, so he can't act rashly anymore."

"I understand." Brufid nodded.

The two of them stepped into the teleportation array together. The teleportation array was activated. West, who was standing in front, could not see it. Brufid's tail finger suddenly turned into a dry bone. Then a drop of black liquid fell silently and dripped onto the runes below the teleportation array. Then it disappeared. When the two of them stepped out of the teleportation array, Brufid's tail finger had returned to flesh color.

"Your Highness, where are we going?"

"When I went to see my queen, my father always listened to her. Only the queen could help me say a few good things in front of my father."

"So that's the case. Your Highness, the Great Prince, is such a wonderful and good idea." Brufid smiled.

"Now it seems... my father always liked me very much. If I had known this, I might as well not come back." West smiled bitterly.

"It's okay, Your Highness, your wisdom can completely solve this little problem."

"Maybe..." West sighed.

At the other end of the teleportation array, a gray figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, quietly watching the runes on the teleportation array. After a long time, a long sigh came out.
Chapter completed!