Chapter 662: Some people have to bear the infamy

"Come in, little bastard!"

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 clearly inherited the sun's blood from my Nala family.

Why do you still look like that old 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 need to stand."

"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 you 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 someone like me 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 incite the tiger clan and the tauren clan to join forces to resist the royal court. They even secretly contacted the forces on the Violet Empire 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 feel a bit of 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 didn't come himself.

, 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 slightly, 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, so as 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 declare their vassal status..."

"Enough!"

When Jurius heard this, he could no longer hold back and shouted loudly.

"Boy!"

He glared at Arshan, "What on earth are you talking about that is so treacherous and unethical?! 'The position of Khan is not the throne of the emperor, but only the administrator of the alliance, and each orc tribe has its own king, and its status is the same as that 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?!"

"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, our Royal Court's Blood Banner Captain, the old werewolf, 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 the old werewolf help our Beimang Royal Court, or his tribe, and his wolf king? Tell me, Father Khan, do you think he...

…”

"Shut up!"
To be continued...