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Hoverd Quinn held a wine glass and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, staring at the city shrouded in the night.

This is the center of the morning light and is also known as the capital of never-night. The lights are centered on the Sunrise Avenue and extend to both sides, like a tree of light with lush branches and leaves. The tree is the most famous hypermarket in the kingdom. There are countless treasures flowing from all over the place every day. For merchants, night is the beginning of their lives.

In order to maintain this brilliant glory, the candles, firewood and lamp oil consumed by the king's capital every day are astonishing numbers. Fish fat from the harbor in the east and firewood from the hills in the north are continuously transported into the city by ships. This industry alone is conservatively estimated to have supported nearly ten thousand people and more than a hundred merchants.

And this is just a corner of the commercial trade of the capital.

If it were usual, one of Hoverd's great pleasure was to enjoy the night view of the Glow City. The city, under the joint governance of the Moan royal family and the three major families, changed from a wasteland to a famous and prosperous place today, with the continuous efforts of the ancestors.

But today, he felt inexplicably tired.

The night view of Glow City looks the same as before, still gorgeous and moving, but outside the range that the light trees cannot shine, the faint undercurrent can no longer be ignored.

Even in the face of such a brightly lit territory, he felt a strong uneasiness.

Maybe she is really old...Hoffed took a sip of the wine slightly, and the bitterness in her mouth seemed to be more sweet than sweet.

"Father," the study door was pushed open, and a young man walked in, "Baron Alphons of North Wind City wants to visit you."

"No," said Hoverd without looking back, "just say I'm sick."

"But..." He hesitated for a while, then waved his hand to the old housekeeper beside him.

The latter immediately nodded intently and turned around and walked out of the study.

Seeing that there were only two of them in the house, the man was worried and said, "Father, this is the twelfth nobleman you reject. Even I know that something was wrong with the one in the palace. The purpose of these foreign nobles entering the city is very obvious. If you do this, they may mistakenly think..."

"Why is it wrong?"

"Mistaken..." He bit his lip, "You are still standing on His Majesty Ampein Moa."

"Horne..." Earl Quinn turned around and frowned and looked at the planned successor of the Quinn family. "Do you think it is a mistake for the three major families of Glow to stand on the side of the Lord of Morning Light!"

"But now your Majesty no longer needs us," Horn said with courage. "Since the army suffered a crushing defeat in Hermes, he has never consulted you for political affairs! As the imperial prime minister, you cannot even step into the palace, and even the patrol of the outer city has been replaced by mercenaries. Look at whoever is called into the castle by the king every day. Now he only needs clowns, actors and singing girls!"

The Count did not answer, but looked at the wine glass and remained silent.

Horn is only eighteen years old now, and even he can see what it means behind "nobles from all over the country come to the capital". Other local nobles cannot not have noticed any changes. In fact, when he learned of the defeat of the army, he expected that the arrival of more than 10,000 troops would arrive on this day, and most of the lords of the town were involved, hoping to scrape a piece of meat from the fallen giant. However, the final result was that not only did the people not get any money, but they lost their lives.

It would be fine if it was just like this, the key was that the Lord of Dawn came back alive, while his knights were completely damaged. When Anpein returned to the capital in a mess, the news spread almost like a flying one. This was equivalent to meeting two conditions at the same time that someone needed to be responsible for the failure and the unfulfilled promise; and the power that Anpein possessed could no longer dispel other nobles' desire to move.

These nobles who entered the city quietly and visited while the night was a clear signal. They undoubtedly wanted to see the reactions of the three major families and then decide whether to depend on or unite, but absolutely no answer would be to maintain the status quo.

Hoverd could guess what the group of people thought with his eyes closed. Since he had lost so much in Hermes, he naturally had to find other places to make up for it.

"Father," Horn became anxious when he saw that he didn't say anything, "It's not ten years ago, and Amperein Moya is no longer the Majesty of Moya. Look at the Lossi family! Now Otto Lossi is still locked in the palace! You are the imperial prime minister and have a very high prestige among the people. As long as you stand up and join the other two major families, those nobles will definitely be led by you!"

"Stand out?" Earl Quinn narrowed his eyes, and a hint of danger was added to his tone.

"Uh..." Horn was suffocated, and he lowered his head in panic, answered, and murmured as if he was just accusing himself, "You actually didn't have to stand on the side of His Majesty Anpein, right? Otherwise, why do you say you are sick and unable to see anyone? If it were the old king, you would definitely persuade those nobles to put the stability of the kingdom first."

Hoverd sighed lightly when he heard this. He was still a little too young. "So what, do you think Amperein Moya can't see this?"

"What?" Horn was stunned.

"I bet that there are several pairs of eyes staring at us outside the mansion, including whom I met and where I went, Ampey must know it." The Count returned to his desk and sat down, "Guess what would he treat me if I met those nobles? Don't forget that even if he threw away the entire Knights, his control over the capital would not be much weaker. From the day Anmpey ascended the throne, he began to change his personal guards and castle guards! Openly rebelled under the other party's nose? Do you think that when he put the noose on my neck, those lords would raise troops to rescue me?" Speaking of the indignation, he couldn't help but slapped the table suddenly, "Why are the nobles who come to me today, not the Lossi and the Tokat family? Do you understand now?"

Horn gasped, "Then why don't you go back to your territory first? There are at least your knights and mercenaries, plus the recruited serfs, even if he wants to do you..."

The Count shook his head, "Queen's family has been rooted here for too long. Branches, distant relatives, industries, forces... Even if I can leave the city quietly, I cannot take everyone out. As long as there is any disturbance, they will not end up well, and I cannot make such a rash move. In fact, staying in the City of Glow is a guarantee in itself. The lack of illness is the limit I can express, and there is nothing else to do except that."

It is closely linked to the capital of the king, which was once the place where the family was proud of, but now it has become his fatal weakness. This has to be said to be an irony.

"Is that...but I don't think so." At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

Hoverd's face suddenly changed. It was obvious that the speaker was not a servant or guard in the mansion, otherwise it would be impossible to make such an offensive move. Moreover, the butler should have been guarding outside the door. Why did this person have no reaction outside when he spoke?

"Who!" Horn was also shocked. He turned his back in a panic, trying to find a self-defense weapon, but in the end he could only pick up a candlestick.
Chapter completed!