Jurius buttoned up his green robe and shouted impatiently towards the palace door.
"Squeak——"
As soon as he finished speaking, the vermilion palace door was slowly pushed open, and in the gloomy night, a slender young man in white stepped forward.
Unlike most prairie people, he has fair skin, handsome facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He does not look like a rough man at all, but looks like a graceful scholar and scholar.
At this time, the moonlight shone on his body, making him even more pure and elegant.
"Oh, I shouldn't have slept with your mother in the first place."
Jurius sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the young man in white walking towards him. He shook his head helplessly and laughed, "Look at you bastard. You don't look like me at all. You have obviously inherited the sun's blood from my Nala family.
Why do you still look like that big Luo lady of yours?"
"According to research from the School of Magic, theoretically, inheritance of different blood will not affect the fetus' facial features."
The boy in white walked up to him and said softly.
"Okay, okay, you think I don't know about you?"
Jurius waved his hand impatiently, then patted the bed next to him, "Come and sit."
"No."
But the young man in white shook his head, "It's too dirty up there. It's all the water from those orc maids. I just stand there."
"Depend on."
Jurius was speechless for a moment.
But then, the big man smiled narrowly and said, "Hey, little brat, you are 16 years old this year. Do you want me to arrange a few for you to try something new? Or... you have secretly tasted women a long time ago.
Already?"
"I haven't tried it, but I'm not interested either."
The boy in white looked calm, "I think this kind of thing is meaningless. Without the embellishment of love, this kind of thing is just a temporary vent of desire. It seems to be a pleasure, but in fact it is meaningless. There is only emptiness afterwards. I
I’m also very curious as to why, Father, you are so partial to this kind of thing and haven’t gotten tired of it for hundreds of years.”
"..."
Jurius was speechless for a moment, and after a while he said with a strange expression: "Little bastard, tell me, what is your name? Whose son is it?"
"Nala Arshan, your biological son."
The young man in white looked at him in surprise, "Father, why do you ask so suddenly? Isn't this the name you and my mother came up with together? Why, do you doubt that I am not your son?"
"No, of course you are my son, but...his grandma's name is a prairie name."
Jurius scratched his head and sighed, "But you kid, not only have you not looked like us prairie men since you were a child, but your personality is also different, and now you are still saying this, I... I am a fucking
I'm really afraid that your boy doesn't like women."
"Father, you can rest assured."
Young Arshan was a little helpless, "My orientation is normal. I just hope that I can do that kind of thing with a girl I truly love, instead of just finding a good-looking person of the opposite sex to vent my desires."
"Really love each other?"
Jurius grinned, "You brat, you are only 16 years old, how do you know anything about love?
Don't be fooled by that old guy Tutan Munen. He is full of Daluo pedantry, but you don't know that the etiquette, justice and shame in his heart have long been forgotten by today's Daluo women.
Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.
That old guy is a typical person who only studies and does not walk. If he goes to Daluo a few times, he will find that the women in Daluo today are even more playful than the group of wealthy people in the Tulip Empire, especially that Daluo woman.
In the Wang family, both men and women are promiscuous."
"What does it have to do with me?"
Arshan looked indifferent and said, "The flowers you play with are none of my business. I only care about my own purity and finding the 'holy flower' that belongs to me."
"Hey, I didn't expect that I could actually give birth to a single-minded child."
Jurius shook his head and laughed.
"Father, I came here tonight to talk about business."
Arshan said calmly: "How about the end of the small talk?"
"That's right, that's right."
Jurius nodded and said casually: "So you little brat, what do you want to say when you come to me tonight?"
"The werewolf clan conspired to rebel, trying to instigate the tiger clan and the tauren clan to join forces against the royal court. They even secretly contacted the forces on the Violet Empire's side."
Arshan took out a black crystal from his arms and handed it to him expressionlessly.
"..."
Hearing these words, Hurius's face suddenly darkened. He reached for the black crystal and touched it lightly with the power of his soul. After receiving the information in it, he couldn't help but have some murderous intent in his eyes.
It took him a while to calm down his anger.
"Tutamun gave it to you?"
Jurius held the black crystal and looked at Arshan in surprise, "You are only 16 years old, and he even discusses this kind of thing with you?!"
"The teacher said I'm qualified."
Arshan said softly.
"Fuck... fuck!"
Jurius frowned, "You are still a child! What does he, the chief minister of the royal court, think? Discussing such a big matter with a child?!"
Arshan remained silent.
Jurius also had a serious face and was silent for a long time.
"So, what do you think?"
After a long while, Jurius's eyes softened slightly and he looked at Arshan in front of him, "Since the old man asked you to come with the information, it means that he agrees with some of your opinions, but he himself did not come.
, it means that he doesn’t dare to tell me these opinions, and he only dares to let you, a child, come over and talk about them, so go ahead and let me listen.”
"Father is wise."
Arshan nodded lightly, and then said coldly: "I think the next step is to disclose the evidence of the crime and destroy the werewolf clan that conspired to rebel, to serve as a warning to others!
Then, deprive all the orc tribes of their thrones, leaving the orcs without a king! Let all the orcs be ruled by our royal court!
Or it’s okay not to take away the throne.
Like the emperor of the Daluo Dynasty, he issued an edict declaring that the position of Khan was equivalent to the throne of the grassland emperor.
Then, Father Khan, you will re-canonize the orc kings as the emperor of the grassland, and let the royal power of the orc tribe come from the imperial power granted by our Beimang Royal Court, thereby officially establishing the dominance of the Beimang Royal Court on the grassland.
Let the orc kings formally profess their vassalage..."
"Enough!"
When Jurius heard this, he could no longer hold back and shouted loudly.
"Boy!"
He glared at Arshan, "What are you talking about that is so treacherous and unethical?! 'The position of Khan is not the throne of the emperor, but the administrator of the alliance, and each orc tribe has its own king, which is equivalent to the status of Beimang Khan.'"
It’s the rules set by your grandfather Amul Khan! What you just said are all disobedient to your ancestors, do you know that?!”
"But don't you think this rule is bullshit?"
Arshan looked at his father with a puzzled expression on his face.
The slightly vulgar words actually seemed less vulgar in the mouth of this elegant young man dressed in white.
"Father, think about it for yourself."
Arshan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Grandpa said, 'The position of Khan is not the throne of the emperor, but the administrator of the alliance.' So if we are not the emperor, how should we manage the alliance composed of kings?
Moreover, he also said, "Each orc tribe has a king, whose status is the same as that of Beimang Khan." If the status of the kings and the Khans is the same, then everyone is on the same level. How can we manage them?
This is totally contradictory bullshit!
And the beast tribe shouldn’t have a king!
In our Beimang Royal Court, because of grandpa's bullshit rules, many important official positions are held by orcs.
For example, the old werewolf, the Blood Banner Captain of our Royal Court, is a minister of the Beimang Royal Court, but he is also a shaman of the werewolf clan.
Father Khan, tell me.
Now the werewolf clan is secretly plotting a rebellion. Once they start a rebellion, will that old werewolf help our Beimang Royal Court, or will he help his tribe, and his wolf king? Tell me, Father Khan, do you think he...
…”
"Shut up!"
Before Arshan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jurius in a deep voice.
"That's enough."
The second-generation Khan of the Beimang Royal Court had a gloomy look on his face, "Arshan, you are so disrespectful to your grandfather. I pretend I have never heard what you said just now, and you are not allowed to mention it again in the future!"
"Grandpa is a legend."
Arshan's eyes were complicated, "Of course I know that he is a legend worthy of respect, but many of his decisions after he unified the grassland make me puzzled and completely unable to agree with him.
I believe he must have some hidden agenda, such as some reason that cannot be made public, which led him to make these seemingly unreasonable decisions.
But, if there is no 'reason', then I can only say that everyone has two sides.
For example, the First Emperor of Great Luo, his discrimination against conjurers was very absurd and unreasonable.
The biggest failure in Grandpa’s legendary life was his over-idealism!”
"Okay."
Jurius looked at the boy in white in front of him and said helplessly: "A 16-year-old brat is not qualified to criticize a great legend who unified the grasslands and integrated all the grassland and orc tribes. I will give it to you too."
Yes, it’s really no big or small.”
"If you don't want to hear it, I won't tell you."
Arshan tilted his head, flattened his mouth, and looked a little depressed between his brows.
Jurius was keenly aware of this, but he smiled.
This child was born to him and a Daluo woman, and he was almost born with it. He has been shockingly mature and sensible since he was a child, and has almost never shown any childish behavior.
But this depressed expression at this time is rare and a bit childish.
"Can we not talk about this?"
Jurius looked at Arshan and said helplessly: "Forget about talking about political affairs with those old oil men. Is it possible that when I chat with my son, I also have to talk about these serious state affairs?"
"But I came here tonight to talk to you about state affairs."
Arshan looked at him again, frowning slightly, "Let's not talk about other things. Let's talk about the werewolf clan's conspiracy to rebel. Father Khan, what are you going to do?"
"First of all, there is no rebellion."
Faced with his son's question, Hurizius gently tapped the boy's head and corrected: "All ethnic groups in the Grassland Alliance are equal. There is no one-to-one fault. The crime of the werewolf family is
Of course, 'undermining the unity of the grassland' is also a serious crime. I will find out the participants in this matter and execute them all to serve as a warning to others."
"Too light!"
Arshan's brows furrowed even more when he heard this, "I suggest massacre! Kill all the werewolves on the grassland, leaving no one alive! Cutting the grass should be done to eradicate it, and it's also time to use this to deter all the grassland tribes.
Got it!"
"..."
Jurius was silent for a moment.
Looking at his son in front of him, the second-generation Khan seemed to have thousands of words he wanted to say, but in the end he just shook his head slightly and said with complicated eyes: "Arshan, remember, the king cannot just rely on killing, blind slaughter.
, you can only do bad things, you are so young, but you are so angry, you know, I am very worried."
"I know."
Arshan looked indifferent, "But as far as the current situation is concerned, this is not the first time that the werewolf clan has shown signs of rebellion. If we don't kill them all, there will be trouble in the future!"
"That's enough."
Hurius waved his hand, a little impatiently, "Don't mention this matter again. I am the contemporary Khan of the Beimang Royal Court. Nowadays, the matters of the Grassland Alliance are not the responsibility of a 16-year-old like you."
It's up to the kid to make the decision. What you need to do at your age is to pick up girls and go to bed instead of participating in government affairs. Damn, who taught you this?"
"..."
Arshan was helpless and speechless.
"Well, I have to arrange a dinner party in a few days."
Suddenly, Jurius raised his head, touched the stubble on his chin, and thought: "Well, I remember there are a few little girls of the same age as you, who are very pretty. When the time comes, let those guys take care of themselves.
Bring all the girls here, and then you can pick and choose which one you like..."
"As I just said, I'm not interested in these."
Arshan turned around helplessly, facing away from his father.
"Why, do you have to wait for your 'holy flower' to appear?"
Seeing this, Jurius couldn't help but smile, "Hey, brat, even if you want to pursue some kind of love, you still have to try to get along with each other. Are you really hoping for love at first sight?
We don’t know each other well, we don’t even get along with each other, just waiting to see a girl one day and fall in love with her at first sight?
Isn't this nonsense?
Also, kid, don’t blame your dad for not reminding you that love is a luxury.
You come from the Khan royal family and have a noble status. Do you still want to have that kind of thing?
Let me start with the ugly words. If you want to meet a girl who truly loves you in this life, it will be very difficult. Nine out of ten come because of your family background. Well, the remaining one should be from an enemy country.
Female spy."
"unimportant."
Arshan's expression remained calm after hearing this, "These are all trivial things. If they are there, they are there, but if they are not, they are nothing. They will not affect my life. What I want to do in this life is far more important than any love."
great."
"..."
Jurius narrowed his eyes slightly, then stood up, stretched out his big rough hands, and gently rubbed the boy's head, "Boy, it's a little love between men and women. If you think it doesn't matter, then it doesn't matter, but don't
Forgot, there is great love in this world."
"Great love?"
Arshan looked at him curiously, "What's the difference between this and the big one?"
"Um...actually I can't tell."
Jurius smiled, then looked out the window at the stars and moonlight, and said with emotion: "That's what your grandfather told me before he was alive. He said that there is great love in the world, which is hidden deep in everyone's heart, and in the heart
Love is the foundation of our power.
If there is no love in the heart, no matter how powerful you are, you are nothing more than a monster.
Only by using the love in our hearts to control power can we be ‘human’.
There are many orc tribes on the grassland. In terms of appearance, the orcs of certain clans even look the same as some monsters.
But why can these people be called orcs, but those guys are called demons and regarded as monsters?
Because there is love in their hearts.
Like us humans, they have love in their hearts.
So they're not monsters, they're orcs.
That's why your grandfather, my father, the 'legendary Amul Khan' in everyone's mouth, chose to create the Grassland Alliance to join hands with the orcs and the grassland people to form a big family instead of expelling the orcs.
Boy, do you understand?"
At the end of the sentence, Jurius looked down at Arshan and asked softly.
"Father Khan."
Arshan slowly raised his head and looked up at Jurius calmly, "I have never met grandpa, but judging from various records, he is always like this. He sees the world too well. You and grandpa will treat those people The orcs regard them as family members, but what about them?
Do they really regard us as compatriots?
You say love?
Where was the 'love' when those beasts ate living humans?
As a result, grandpa rose to power and led Beimang Royal Court to conquer all over the country. After unifying the grassland, those brutal orcs who drank blood and drank blood suddenly fell in love overnight?
Absurd and ridiculous.
They are orcs!
They have a cruel and barbaric nature in their bones! They can never really learn to be kind!"
At the end of the sentence, Arshan's eyes were extremely cold and he stared at Hurius, "The surrender of the grassland orcs now is only temporary, just because the current Beimang Royal Court is strong enough! Once we are weak, they Then I will never choose to continue to surrender!”
"No one surrendered."
The young man's gaze seemed so hot that even Hurius didn't dare to look directly at him. He couldn't help but turn his head and turned his back to him, "The grassland is an alliance, and the grassland people and the orc tribes are equal compatriots. No one surrendered to anyone, no, we just united."
"Father, you obviously don't believe such ridiculous and absurd words."
Arshan frowned.
"..."
Jurius was completely speechless. After being silent for a long time, he could only sigh: "Why are we talking about these things again? Didn't you say you won't mention political affairs? You little bastard is only 16 years old this year. How can you do that? So many thoughts...Huh?! Arshan!"
Suddenly, the strong man seemed to have thought of something. He turned around suddenly, glared at the young man in white, and shouted loudly: "All races in the Grassland Alliance are equal, grassland people and orcs are equal. There are no kings and ministers, only alliance!
This is my father, your grandfather, and the rule set by Amul Khan, the founder of Beimang Royal Court!
I can't change it!
You can't change it!
Generations of descendants of our Nala family cannot change!
Anyone who dares to disobey will be infamed throughout the ages! He will also be spurned by his ancestors in the afterlife! Arshan! Do you understand?
If you don’t give up this idea, tomorrow! No! Immediately! Your identity as the heir to the throne of Khan will be given to your brother!”
By the end of the sentence, Jurius was already clutching the young man's shoulders, his eyes about to burst.
"Some things have to be done by someone. If you don't do it, I will do it. If you don't bear the name of abuse, I will."
Arshan had no expression on his face, gently pushed his father's hand away, turned around and left.
He stepped out of the threshold of the hall, and his figure in white was stretched very long by the moonlight...
"Father Khan."
"Death is like a lamp going out, I don't care about my posthumous reputation."
