"Have you happened to your Majesty recently..." Jacob murmured, "Why are you suddenly anxious to cultivate your own power..."
For Ilsa, who suddenly set out to cultivate his own power, Jacob said that he would not be confused or worried, which would be a false statement.
At this moment, Bancrore, who was walking beside Jacob, sighed lightly:
"Forget it, Jacob, it's not a bad thing for His Majesty to cultivate his own power now."
"If His Majesty has always looked innocent, we need to worry."
"Your Majesty is only 10 years old now, and we are both people who are about to enter the coffin. We cannot always protect your Majesty next to you."
"It is also a good thing that Your Majesty has cultivated his own power in time during the period when we can still protect him."
"Your Majesty has his own power, so when we can no longer protect her, we don't need to worry about your Majesty's danger."
"That's right..." Jacob said in a deep voice, "but His Majesty actually wants to win over Allen for his confidants..."
"I think there is no problem with His Majesty's desire to win over Allen." Bancrore shrugged, "Allen is very capable. Although he is a surrender of the Frank Empire, he is still trustworthy in terms of his performance since his resignation."
Since Alan surrendered to the Britannian Empire, he has always been very low-key and dedicated.
Whether it is training troops or carrying out combat missions, he can complete all the tasks assigned to him perfectly.
Moreover, because he was very low-key, he did not offend many people, so many ministers in the central government appreciated Allen.
Alan even was too low-key, so some people in the central government couldn't remember who Alan was when they mentioned him.
Bancrore is one of the people who appreciate Allen.
Bancrolo likes people who don’t talk much, like to do practical things, and have outstanding abilities.
A low-key and conscientious person like Allen is very much in line with Bancro's appetite.
Although Allen was a surrender from the Frank Empire, Bancrolo didn't think it was anything.
Since the founding of the Britannian Empire, many famous knights have been surrendered from other countries.
"...I don't think Alan is trustworthy." Jacob said in a deep voice with a frown.
"Hmm? Why do you say that?"
"...I can't say it." Jacob shook his head, "Anyway, I just think Alan is weird and untrustworthy."
"Jacob, do you suspect that Allen was a spy from the Frank Empire?"
“…can be said so.”
"Jaco..."
Bancrolo looked helplessly at Bancrolo beside him, raised his hand and patted Jacob on the back.
"Are you worried too much? You can't suspect that they are spies from enemy countries just because they are surrendered generals from other countries."
"I don't think that Allen is not someone who is untrustworthy."
"Relax, Jacob."
After hearing Bancrolo's words, Jacob's brow finally calmed down a little.
"Forget it." Jacob sighed lightly, "Your Majesty seems to be determined to reuse Allen. Even if I go to persuade You, Your Majesty will not listen."
"I'll just stop moving for the time being. Now let's observe Alan carefully. After careful observation, I'll make further judgments."
After Jacob finished speaking, he and Bancrot walked out of the White House.
The weather today was not very good, and the dark clouds above my head covered half of the sky.
Looking at the sun above his head, which was slightly covered by the dark clouds, Jacob said to Bancrore next to him in a half-joking tone:
"Bankro, now His Majesty wants to cultivate his own power. What should I do if I alienate me and you?"
"Nothing to do." Bancrolo smiled, "Go with the flow, there must be a newcomer to replace our two current positions."
"I don't know who can have the ability to replace my position in the future." Jacob smiled bitterly, "Anyway, according to my judgment, among the civil servants of the empire, the only ones who have the ability to take the position of "Palace Prime Minister" are you and Humphrey. Among the younger generation, I can't see anyone with the potential to take my position."
"I just hope that the person who takes over my position as the "Palace Prime Minister" in the future will be a great man who can assist His Majesty in bringing the strength and achievements of the empire to a higher level."
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When Jacob and Bancrore left the White House together—
Baiyang Palace, Gozewen's dormitory.
Ilsa sat next to Gozewen's bed and personally helped Gozewen feed medicine.
Ge Zewen suffered from a terminal illness that was beyond cure. He invited famous doctors from all sides, but he failed to cure Ge Zewen's illness.
Apart from making Gozewen less painful and allowing Gozewen to live a little longer, the doctors are helpless.
With no cost of medication, Ge Zewen's life span was finally slightly extended, and Ge Zewen could live a better life.
Ilsa, sitting next to Gozewen's bedside, held a bowl full of black medicine in her left hand and a small spoon in her right hand, feeding Gozewen medicine bit by bit.
Looking at Gozewen's pale face and his body that was much haggard than before, Ilsa's eyes turned red again, and a few tears rolled down her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.
This is not the first time Ilsa has shed tears from seeing Gozevin's weak body, and it will not be the last time.
"Don't cry, Ilsa."
Gozewen said in a helpless tone, and raised his hand to try Ilsa's tears.
"Grandpa..." Ilsa choked, "You should get better quickly. I'm still waiting for you to recover and go fishing together."
Gozewen could clearly feel that his vitality was losing every day, and at the same time he knew that there would not be many days for Ilsa to accompany him like this.
Feeling the exhaustion of his vitality, Gozewen unexpectedly found himself very calm.
There is a feeling of relief.
As the 12th emperor of the Britannian Empire, he worked hard for the empire all his life.
Although he knew that his abilities were mediocre, he still exhausted all his efforts for the empire.
Gozewen was very satisfied with his life and had no regrets anymore, so in the face of the closer and closer death, Gozewen became more and more calm.
If there is anything that Gozewen can't let go, it's probably the granddaughter in front of him and his son.
Gozevin wiped the tears from Ilsa's face and said softly:
"Ilsa, how are your father doing recently?"
Ilsa's father naturally refers to Gael.
"...Father is very good now. But..." Ilsa said in a somewhat disappointed tone, "Father is still like that, and she doesn't like to leave the room very much..."
Speaking of this, Ilsa's eyes turned red again.
Chapter completed!