"However, nothing in this world is ever 100% certain. A genius destined for greatness cannot be stopped from rising to prominence. Like that child—I originally thought that because of his brain injury, he was destined for mediocrity. I was prepared to let him live a peaceful and wealthy life in this remote little country of Chambord City. But this little guy, who spent his first eighteen years mostly in a daze, gave me the greatest surprise and miracle of my life. (www)"
As Emperor Yassin finished speaking, a happy and content smile finally appeared on his face.
This expression almost never appeared on the face of this genius emperor in the more than twenty years after his death—at least Akinfeev never saw it.
"The biggest surprise and miracle, Your Majesty, is it that the Third Prince suddenly returned to normal when he was eighteen?"
Akinfeev was also infected by Emperor Yassin's joy. Just then, a flash of lightning struck his mind, and an unbelievable thought instantly appeared. Instantly, an unprecedented look of shock appeared on his face, and he stammered, "Your Majesty... you mean... you mean... the Chambord City, could it be the King of Chambord?"
You finally guessed it!
Emperor Yassin stood up and laughed heartily, "That's right, it's that little Alexander. He is my lost jewel of twenty years, the third prince of the Zenit Empire, my and Julie's bloodline. In my life, I, Yassin, Zongheng the Northern Region, and every single thing I've done has been earth-shattering. Haha, I never imagined that in the end, this son would become my greatest achievement in my life."
"It's true!" Akinfeev stood up in shock. "So Alexander was actually the missing Third Prince... Haha, truly a genius rarely seen in a millennium, a Demigod- level powerhouse at twenty years old. How many people throughout history could possess such talent? Only the Third Prince, whose birth caused such extraordinary phenomena, could have such earth-shattering abilities. Hahaha, excellent! This is truly wonderful!"
This Grand Knight Commander of the Knights' Hall, revered by all officials and nobles in the empire, usually so imposing and unapproachable, was now so agitated as to be like a filial son, speechless, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.
"Wait, that's not right," after a moment of agitation, Akinfeev suddenly thought of something else, "Everyone knows that Alexander is the son of the old King of Chambord City, and it's historically verifiable. If he is the third prince, then where did the old King of Chambord City's son go?"
" Esteban, you are truly arrogant. His Highness the Fourth Prince has been in charge of the defenses of the West Gate for over an hour, and the commanders of the East and North Gates have already come to pay their respects. Only you have arrived so late. Do you even have any regard for the Imperial Family or His Highness the Fourth Prince?"
Beneath the brightly lit watchtower of the West Gate, the atmosphere was somber.
A middle-aged general standing behind the fourth prince angrily questioned Granero.
On a large leather chair below the enemy tower, the young fourth prince Christo, sat swaggeringly. In the flickering torchlight, his handsome young face was filled with the smugness of regaining power and an undisguised sinister glint, like a jackal looking down from above. A cold, sinister smile played at the corners of his mouth, revealing his snow-white teeth, sending chills down one's spine.
Despite the general's reprimand behind him, the fourth prince Christo showed no objection, his sinister gaze fixed on Granero, clearly waiting for Granero's reason.
Granero has the Second Prince backing him up; why would he fall for their tricks?
"Who do you think you are to dare rebuke me?" Never one to swallow insults, she swept her sharp gaze over the middle-aged officer, who lowered his head guiltily before coldly snorting, "I am the First Commander of the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, in charge of the defense of the main south gate, and a second-rank hereditary noble. You, a mere military officer, dare to rebuke me and commit insubordination, relying on your superior's power. What is your punishment?"
"I... this..." The middle-aged officer suddenly felt guilty, broke out in a cold sweat, and stammered, not knowing what to say.
The people around him, seeing Granero's assertive manner, all paled in shock.
"General Esteban, what a magnificent sight!" The fourth prince, Christo, slowly stood up, his sinister eyes flashing with a cold light, appearing like a monstrous beast that preyed on its prey in the flickering firelight.
Granero, unfazed, stepped forward and sneered loudly, "Where is the majesty of the Fourth Prince? The Barcelona army is at our gates, and the situation is extremely urgent. Everyone is on high alert, never removing their armor, guarding the city walls. Fourth Prince, you've only just taken over the western city's defenses, yet instead of sharing His Majesty's burdens and diligently guarding the city, you're making a grand display, forcibly Summon the commanders of the other three city gates to pay homage to you. Hmph, let alone the fact that there are no princes on the battlefield, the commanders of the four city gates should all be equals. Just your forced summoning of generals is a violation of military regulations. If the Barcelona army attacks now, and the city gates are left unattended, if any mistakes occur, Fourth Prince, can you bear such a heavy responsibility?"
"You..." Fourth Prince Christo's face changed drastically, trembling with rage. He pointed at Granero, speechless for a long time before finally squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth. "You... you... how dare you... how dare you disrespect me! You... Guards! Seize this arrogant scoundrel who has no regard for royalty!"
Clang clang clang
A series of sounds, like the scraping of armor and the drawing of weapons, rang out as hundreds of elite armored soldiers surged in from all sides, surrounding Granero and his men.
"It seems I overestimated you, you incompetent fool." Granero shook his head in disappointment, showing no fear. "I truly don't understand why His Majesty would entrust the defense of the West Gate to someone as incompetent as you. If Saint Petersburg falls, it will inevitably crumble from your side. In that case, you will be the sinner of the entire empire."
After saying that, he turned and left, completely disregarding the hundreds of elite armored soldiers.
Suddenly, the clattering of bowstrings filled the air, like the grim groan of death, causing the air temperature to plummet and the atmosphere to fall into a deathly silence.
Unbeknownst to them, the magical crossbows that had been placed on the city walls had been moved and were now aimed at Granero and his group. The gleaming arrows were chilling; these magical crossbows, produced in Chambord City, were extremely powerful. Firing them at such close range would severely injure even a Moon Class expert, let alone Star-Rank Warrior like Granero.
The situation suddenly shifted.
This was clearly a premeditated murder plot.
"How about continuing to be arrogant? Do you think you can act recklessly in front of me just because you're with that bastard son of Dominguez?" Fourth Prince Christo grinned sinisterly, his face filled with the smug satisfaction of being in control. He said coldly, "Believe it or not, even if I ordered you shot right now, Dominguez couldn't do anything to me."
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