Marcas was born in a family of noble housekeepers and maids, but unfortunately, his mother left in pain shortly after giving birth to him.

He had no mother, and even his impression of mother did not exist at all. Only whenever his father recalled and talked, would a vague figure of his mother be vaguely outline in his mind.

But he knew that the fictional figure was just a fantasy to comfort himself.

Since when he had memories, his father had been busy with Master Yamalenda's men all day long. He often told him that if Master Yamalenda had not been, he would not have been today, let alone his appearance.

His father has always respected and grateful to Master Yamalenda for his kindness, and all he can do is to repay his serious and diligent work.

He was very busy, working all day and night. Most of the time, the young Macas was thrown by his father to take care of the maids and servants.

He was lonely and hoped that when his father appeared, he would not be by his side.

When he was sad and hurt, he was not by his side when he was thirsty for his father.

He was not by his side when he cried and shouted at his father.

Always...always...

He began to get used to it.

Habits without a father.

Because he knew that every shout and every expectation would only leave even more painful and sad disappointment in the end.

He began to resent, resentful that Master Yamalenda had taken away his only father, resentful that his father had never given him the care he needed most...

This resentment was buried in his young heart, sprouting, growing, and flourishing...

He began to grow up, he began to have his own independent life, and his father was still as busy as ever. Except for the generous living expenses he paid for every month, he was alone for the rest of the time.

Loneliness began to passively meet many people and many friends. Of course, he knew that those people only value their identity and their money.

But he didn't mind such hypocritical friendship at all, because he was no longer alone.

He learned to drink and fight, and gambling and play women... He would try things that could stimulate his life. Once he had no money, he would ask for it, and his father would try his best to meet his requirements every time.

He was using him to compensate for his guilt, and he never felt polite about it, and would only take it for granted.

Rebellion, depravity.

Until one day, Master Yamalenda died and his father and he returned to his former home. Marcas clearly felt that his father deeply hoped to use the last time to make up for his past neglect of him, but it was too late.

He was still the same as before, not doing his job and was idle. He went out early and came back late every day to eat, drink and have fun with his new friends. It doesn't matter if he has no money, and it has become his habit to ask his father for it.

However, his father was no longer the butler of aristocratic family. He had no stable and generous salary and could not provide him with endless demands. After almost all the property he had accumulated over the years, his life gradually became embarrassing.

He could clearly feel that the friends around him who were eating, drinking and having fun began to become distant from him.

After arguing with his father in front of an outsider, Marcas once endured the obscure mockery from his friends after leaving. In anger, he borrowed a considerable loan shark from the casino where he often lingers.

His gambling skills are not bad. He thought that borrowing a loan shark might lead to a generous return through gambling, but unexpectedly, his luck that day was extremely bad. He lost whatever he bet. The more he wanted to win back, and in the end he owed a huge amount of debt in the casino.

When his friends saw this, they began to stay away, fearing that he would borrow money from them to pay off their debts.

After returning home, Macas, who was angry and frustrated, suddenly remembered that his father had the last amount of money for retirement, and he knew that the old guy would never take out that money. However, if there was no such money, how would he pay the debts of the casino? If he didn't pay it back, his body would be found in a dark alley in a few days.

He doesn't want to die.

In order to find out where the old guy was hiding his money, Marcas began to pay attention to his every move. After deliberately pretending to go out, he actually hid at home secretly and finally discovered an abnormality.

Shortly after he "going out", the old guy made a new lunch and put it in the basket and started walking towards the backyard. He was puzzled and quietly followed. He remembered that there was only a simple storage hut and a vegetable field in the backyard. What did he go to make with lunch? Is he missing the past wild lunch? Don't joke!

The old guy was very alert. Every time he watched around as if nothing had happened before continuing to walk, almost making Marcas think that the other party had discovered his stalking.

When the old guy opened the door of the storage hut and hid behind the backyard door, he was surprised to see that the old guy was holding a small hammer and suddenly opened a big dark hole on the ground!

After tied the rope ladder and put it into the hole, the old guy climbed in tremblingly with the basket filled with lunch!

A big discovery!

For Marcas, the accident in front of him was beyond his imagination. He had no idea that there was such a strange thing in the storage cottage in the backyard.

Thinking of the old guy holding a basket of lunch in his hand, he suddenly thought of something, whom he was going to deliver it to?

Curious and excited, Marcas could no longer bear it, and walked to the entrance of the storage hut and climbed down the rope ladder slowly.

Walking carefully in the dim passage, I began to hear the voices of human conversation in my ears.

He leaned his back against the passage wall and raised his ears!

He heard, heard the old guy's voice, and heard another young and strange voice.

Who is that?

"Master Tilrant, if you continue to stay in the capital, sooner or later, those people may expose your existence, for your safety..."

Tilrant Yamalenda's illegitimate son, the head of culprit who caused the murder of Wang Li Central Academy by the Kingdom Guard Office to give a reward of 10,000 Kintor?

Did I hear that wrong?

My heart was beating violently, what was the place where the old guy hid money, what debts... all of those ideas were forgotten by Marcas. As long as there was a bounty of 10,000 Kentor, what else could not be realized?

After hearing the conversation between the two clearly and further confirming that the young and strange voice was indeed Tyrrant, Marcas began to secretly leave the passage.

For the first time, he felt that excitement almost made people lose their minds completely.

Leaving the backyard and leaving the house, he ran wildly on the street, his face twisted and laughed wildly, making the pedestrians around him look at each other.

After coming to the headquarters of the Wangdu Guard Hall at the fastest speed in his life, his violent breathing and fatigue made his brain clear. After calming down, he began to inform the staff on duty at the gate of the Guard Hall to come.

He did not expect that the Royal Capital Guard Department had a quick ability to do business. In a short while, he was taken into a closed and dark room, which made him feel uneasy.

When a middle-aged nobleman came in, the other party's kind-hearted inquiry also calmed down Marcas's worry and cramped mood. However, when he couldn't help but raise the bounty question, he was told by the other party that the bounty could only be obtained after catching Tilrant, and during this period he had to stay in this house honestly waiting for news.

...

"That is, because of Marcus's snitch, Tirrant was caught?"

On the way to the Great Prince's Mansion and after learning about a series of causes and consequences from Bedwen, Xia Lan couldn't help but sneer.

"Yes, the person who interrogated Marcas at that time was the radical nobles who supported the eldest prince's side, and ours was powerless to stop it." Bedwin said with a expressionless face.

"What happened later?" Xia Lan said.

"Later? Those nobles did not arrest Tirrant through normal means, but used their private power to explain to the outside world that it was just Marcas's lie." Bedwin said coldly: "They knew that once His Majesty the King knew that Tirrant was arrested, in order to protect the fourth prince's charges, His Majesty would probably let him die unknowingly... Those nobles were unwilling to see such a thing, so they imprisoned Tirrant in a secret place. When three days later, the palace council was attacked, even if His Majesty defended the fourth prince, the possibility of the fourth prince's desire to take the throne would be completely lost."

"They may have underestimated His Majesty the King."

"So His Highness the Great Prince is now negotiating with them, just..."

Bedwin shook his head, as if he was not optimistic about the results of the negotiations, or rather, he knew the faces of the radical nobles too well and wanted them to give up the excellent opportunity to overthrow the Fourth Prince, this temptation would definitely be impossible to refuse.

They had never underestimated His Majesty the King, but they had never doubted the power of unity among the nobles. As long as there was evidence, even His Majesty the King could not violate the will of the entire noble class.

late at night.

The Great Prince's Mansion.

I don’t know how long I have been waiting in a study room, but the figure of the eldest prince finally arrived late.

Sasso looked a little tired. After entering the door, he didn't look at Xia Lan and Bedwen at all. He sat at the desk, drank the hot tea that the servant had just delivered, closed his eyes, sighed softly and leaned on the news.

After a long time, Sasso sighed again, shook his head gently, opened his eyes and looked at the two people in the room.

"The negotiations failed, and they were unwilling to give up the decision of the three-day **Party Council."

"Your Highness——"

Bedwin frowned, and was about to say something but was interrupted by Sasso's wave.

"Needless to say, I have explained them clearly enough tonight, but I still cannot change their choices." Sasso sighed: "They are too superstitious about the power of union among the nobles. Do they really think that the father will do nothing to them?"

He shook his head, wondering how many times he sighed, and said, "Tirrant must not live three days later."

"Your Highness, then how should we decide?" Bedwen asked respectfully.

"Tirrant cannot die. After all, those nobles are also our support. Now things can only save his life."

After saying that, he turned to Xia Lan, which was his second meeting with him.

"Dark Sharan or Norvid Zelandov Yare?"

"Let Your Highness do whatever he wants." Xia Lan stood up and said with her head down.

"I have obtained the consent of those nobles. They promised me to send people to take care of Tirrant, and I chose you, Drank!" Sasso stared at Xialan with deep eyes and said slowly.

"Thank you for your attention. I will never let you down!" Xia Lan raised her head and said with a solemn and respectful look on her face.

"Hope so."

Sasso smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said, "You go back, I will ask Bedvin to take you to the prison place of Tyrrant in the future."

"Affect the order."

After Xia Lan left, it was unknown how long it took, Bedwen whispered: "Your Highness, he is gone."

"Um."

Sasso nodded.

"Do you know why I asked him to go?"

"Your Highness is still doubting him?" said Bedwen.

"Yes."

"He may not make mistakes easily."
Chapter completed!