Zhao Xin finally found Jiawen IV in the training hall.

Before he entered, the sound of the sword blade hitting echoed loudly in his ears.

After walking around the pillars, he finally saw the prince holding a heavy iron sword for training and slashing at the wooden dummy. He was sweating profusely, panting, and expressing pain in his expression, and his moves were wild.

These heavy iron swords did not have a blade, and they were deliberately added to weight. They needed to do their best every time they slash. Although they were training swords, they could break bones and gravel once they hit, even so, they could only cause limited damage to the well-quality dummies.

Zhao Xin stood still in the dark shadow, and the young prince's appearance made him sad. What he lost was his old friend, but what the young Jiawen lost was his father.

He knew that Jiawen had not yet walked out of the sorrow of his father's death. The same sorrow caused him to walk towards Jiawen.

"Your Majesty, the meeting is about to begin." Zhao Xin bowed his head.

"Uncle?" Jiawen stopped and swung, turned around, his eyes slightly congested and red, filled with hatred.

"Your hand injury has not healed yet, and the training should be moderate." Zhao Xin still lowered his head.

Zhao Xin saw Jiawen's hand trembling when he saw that he was holding the sword. This was the consequence of excessive muscle overdrawing and his failure to maintain his full state was not good for the possible conflicts at the next meeting.

"I just kept my hand feeling so I didn't forget how to swing the knife when I was about to kill someone."

The corners of Jiawen IV's mouth were tightly clasped, as if he had seen the abominable enemy who killed his father. He reminded himself not to forget this hatred, so as not to help but kill him with his own hands after seeing the enemy who killed his father in the parliament.

"You already know that it wasn't his move..."

As soon as Zhao Xin spoke, he felt the air solidify. He looked up slightly, Jiawen was glaring at him, but in the end he said nothing.

He suddenly turned around, and with a clang, he threw the sword aside, and took off another weapon from the weapon stand.

Dragon spear.

When Demacia was in her infancy, the famous craftsman Oren created this gun. Oren was the original owner of the Holy Hammer.

The dragon-pull is a symbol of Demacia's dignity, and its status is no less than the towering white walls on the border of the kingdom or the crown above the king's head. It was forged to defeat a huge frost sub-dragon "Cold Wool" and her descendants, so that the settlers of Demacia's early days are protected from it.

Since then, it has been a symbol of the royal bloodline.

In fact, the secret technique of using this magic weapon to fight was lost as early as the age of the First King of Demacia. In the hands of those who have not practiced, the danger of suicide is no less than that of fighting the enemy. Therefore, for hundreds of years, this spear has only been used as a ritual instrument in celebrations and used as a token of the ruling family.

When the prince was young, he dreamed of using this gun, so Zhao Xin practiced for many years after he got the approval of the king and passed on the techniques he had found to the prince.

The gun is extremely light and balanced in the hands. It is an excellent weapon and represents the pinnacle of a craftsman.

Jiawen roared angrily, exerted force suddenly, and rushed towards the dummy. The handle of the magic weapon stretched nearly twice, and the exposed sharpness teared open the air and headed straight for the dummy.

A puff.

The dummy who stood tall after hundreds of slashes of heavy swords was instantly broken by a jagged blade and shattered!

Jiawen took back the gun and his anger ejaculated. He was already taller than his uncle, and his eyes glared at the servile Zhao Xin.

"Flat." Jiawen ordered.

"Abide by the order!"

While Zhao Xin got up, the prince suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, but saw the reason hidden in anger in the prince's eyes. His lips were not moving, but a slight sound came from his throat.

"If you cheat, it will prove that my performance is in place. Remember, until the last moment, don't make a statement, they... are everywhere."

Zhao Xin blinked hard. Although he didn't know when the prince learned ventral speech, he had already remembered this sentence firmly.

The moment of turning the situation around is coming, and he cannot relax at all.

"Please sort it out. When I passed by the conference hall just now, I saw that there were already counselors in my position." Zhao Xin said as the prince let go of his hand.

Jiawen nodded and took off his sweat-wet shirt. Zhao Xin took the dragon spear and shirt, turned around and brought a white linen robe with a blue-winged sword on it.

"I feel my father's feelings." Just as Zhao Xin put on his robe, Jiawen suddenly said for no reason.

Zhao Xin was shocked. He knew what Jiawen was referring to. The young prince took too much early on.

In this huge palace, the master and servant can only trust each other, which is a great sorrow.

"Let's go, uncle. I'm ready and follow me to take back all I deserve." Jiawen said.

"Even if the parliament has not yet admitted it, in my heart, you are already His Majesty the King." Slowly, as if responding to Jiawen, Zhao Xin knelt on one knee on the ground.

"You will be with me, uncle. You will assist me." Jiawen stretched out his hands and helped Zhao Xin up.

"The honor is so great... His Majesty the King."

...

Jiawen and Zhao Xin walked through the palace and towards the parliamentary hall.

The palace was full of soldiers.

Demacia's elite troops - the fearless vanguard led by the sword captain Garen, has been sent to the palace to assist in defense. They are scattered at every door, highly alert and disciplined.

With the lessons learned from the past, the parliament attached great importance to the trial of Silas. The fearless pioneers' assistance in defense was to ensure the safety of the noble counselors, and not give Silas any opportunity to take advantage of.

Jiawen's expression is firm and his kingly demeanor is fully revealed.

Whether it was servants, nobles or guards. Wherever they passed, everyone knelt on one knee and bowed their heads. They did not slow down and walked forward firmly.

Under the attention of the guards, they came to the door of the conference hall. There, Garvan IV saw Garen, who was determined to be strong. He was wearing the thickest armor and had a long-lasting short hair, exactly the same as usual.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Tiana has been waiting for a long time." Garen put away his usual play and bowed respectfully to Garven.

"Yes." Jiawen nodded, looking at Garen with complicated eyes.

Because Garen and Tiana have the same surname as Mianwei, even though he is Jiawen's close friend since childhood, Jiawen did not inform him of today's plan. One is that he is afraid that he will not be able to accept the escape at the last minute, and the other is that he is afraid that he will disclose the secret.

He just vaguely revealed to Garen in private, but Garen, who had little knowledge, could not guess his intention at all.

In parliament, Garwin was most worried about not the opposition of his advisers, but what choice Garen would make in the end.

Be loyal to friendship or family love...
Chapter completed!