The rising sun lit the top of Dubrovnik's palace in bright red, and the outer city was so quiet that she couldn't help but wonder if the inhabitants were all dead, they all deserved to die, and Lord Randall should not die alone, even if he went to hell, he deserved to be buried with a large group of philistine.

Four Randall guards stood under the attic of the Prime Minister's Palace, "No one is allowed to enter or leave without my permission!" Innie Randall commanded, it would be easy for her to give the order, but she lacked the iron will of her father's voice.

She had tried to keep herself from tears, just as her father would not, "I am the only true son of his!" ”

At the top of the staircase, there were two more Randall family guards, and when she passed, she was panting and dizzy, her heart pounding in her chest, blaming the damn staircase, and she explained to herself that there were so many damn stairs in this attic that she wanted to overturn the house entirely.

The hall was crowded with whispering fools, as if Lord Randall was still resting, and no one dared to disturb her, and she paced the door, and the guards and servants withdrew, words in their mouths.

Inni Randall looked at the gums and wriggling tongues, but didn't hear any words, just thought it was a moth flapping its wings, what were they doing here? And how much do they know? It stands to reason that she should have been informed first, she was the queen mother of the Dubrovnik palace, had they forgotten?

"Get rid of these guys!" Innie Randall commanded.

The moonlight poured in through the narrow window, and several members of the Randall family knelt in front of the bed, as if praying, but could not cry out in grief, telling herself that it was Jochris's conspiracy, and that he still had followers in the city, or maybe someone else......

There were rumors in the palace of Dubrovnik, and she couldn't make out the dead for a while, yes, the hair was her father's, but the rest was completely wrong, he was so young, so old, what a coward! The dagger had pierced his chest, and the stench had forced her to stir her nose.

"Pull out the dagger!" She ordered, "Silly? Your Excellency is the Imperial Prime Minister! ”

He's my father, it's my father, should I scream and cry and tear my hair? The Queen Mother felt her nails sink deep into her palms.

"How dare you let him lie like this? Where are the king's scholars, whose father was the king's prime minister, one of the greatest lords of all time, who had the bells of the city ring, and who had him bathed and changed his clothes, as he had done when King Rollssheen died, and clothed him with gold and silk? Where are the King's Scholars? She spun around to face the guards and snapped.

"Steward, summon the King's Scholars at once and let them take care of Lord Randall."

"He has come, Queen Mother Ini," replied the steward, "he has come and gone, and has gone to summon the others." ”

They finally informed me that when they realized this, Innie Randall was so angry that he couldn't speak, and the King's Scholar would rather leave Lord Randall here and find someone to do it for him than get his weak, wrinkled hands dirty, he was a useless piece of waste!

"Anyone can come, find them all!" Innie Randall ordered.

After everything was arranged, the Queen Mother turned around and left to return to the hall.

At this time, Knight Knapp stepped forward and asked, "Queen Mother Ini, what should I do with the corpse of the knight who committed suicide?" ”

"Do you know where he came from?" Queen Mother Innie Randall asked.

"I don't know, he's just an ordinary knight."

"Then take it and feed it to the dogs! Remember, whoever dares to say one more word, I want his tongue, understand? Innie Randall said angrily.

Knight Knapp said, "Yes, Queen Mother. ”

There was no doubt that it was a gang conspiracy, that it was impossible for a single person to kill her father, and now she wanted nothing more than King Ronnie......

The cold rain flew and turned the walls into a dark red, like congealed blood, and the Queen Mother held the king's hand tightly and led him through the muddy courtyard to the heavily guarded carriage.

After getting into the carriage, King Ronnie Sheen leaned back on the pillow and peeked out the window into the rain curtain, "The gods are crying for their grandfather, and the servants say that the rain is their tears." ”

"Close the curtains, the rain is all in, do you want to soak your cloak?" Inni Randall said.

King Ronnie Sheen obeyed, but his meekness unnerved Innie Randall, and the king must be fearless, and if Robert Sheehan would argue with her, he would never give in.

"Sit and sit!" She instructed King Ronnie Sheen, "Be like a king, with your shoulders up, your crown on, and what if you fall down in front of the ministers and nobles later?" ”

"I'm not going to let it fall." The boy sat up straight and reached out to arrange the crown, which was too big for him.

Two Kingsguard rode in front, the rain soaking the white-armored horses, and behind the carriage were fifty Randall guards.

King Ronnihon couldn't help but lift a little curtain and look out, and there was an empty street outside. "I thought there would be a lot of civilians, and when my father died, it would be crowded."

"Who will come out in the rain to see the dead?" What's more, they don't love Lord Randall at all, and Lord Randall doesn't care about their love.

Love, love this thing, it can't be eaten or used, it can't be used for warmth in cold nights, and it can't bring shade in summer, Lord Randall once said.

In front of the palatial cathedral, which is made of fine stones, the crowds of people who mourn Lord Randall and the Knight Janis Odo are far less crowded than the guards of the Randall family and the Kingsguard arranged around the square.

More people will come, Innie Randall thought to herself, after all, the morning prayer is only for the nobles and their retinue, the afternoon prayer is open to the commoners, and the evening prayer has no status restrictions, and she has to come back in the evening to preside over so that the commoners can witness my grief, which is really annoying, she has so much to do, there are several wars to fight, and a country needs to rule.

The Pope waited for them at the top of the staircase, the Pope's speckled palms sticking out of the long sleeves decorated with gold patterns, and Innie Randall knelt on the damp stone slab, kissed his fingers, and told King Ronnihon to do the same.

The Pope smiled as he escorted her into the inner chamber, his smile suggestive, perhaps nothing more than a twitch of his wrinkled lips? They walked through the Hall of Lights, holding King Ronnihion's hand, Knight Knapp with the Kingsguard on either side.

During this time, the Queen Mother announced to the world that whoever was of low origin, no matter what fault he had, could be ordained a lord if he offered the heads of Jocriss and Cressin, and soon people around the world would receive the news.

Eni Randall can only blame all this on the Jochris's camp first, whether this assassination was done or not, at least on the surface she had to do it, she couldn't erect more enemies, she still needed the strength of others......

The royal team passed through several inner doors and came to the main hall in the center of the cathedral, and the surrounding nobles knelt down beside the king and the queen mother, many of them were father's old subordinates and vassals, and some knights followed Lord Randall to fight more than ten battles, looking at them, she felt much more at ease, and she was not without support.

Of course, there were McLandall and the palace officials and lords, but there was no joy or sorrow on their faces.

The bodies of Lord Randall and Janis Odo lay still in the two sarcophagi on the platform, and the memories came suddenly, and Eni Randall remembered the scenes about these two people, and sometimes at a moment she suddenly felt how good it would be if she were just an ordinary family.

But she is not, she is a member of the Randall family, she was born to live for rights and desires, and once she has the supreme power that everyone yearns for, she can't easily let it be lost, no matter what the price is!

Now that their eyes are closed forever, it's me who they should be afraid of!

At the end of the song, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the stench of the corpse became stronger, and the mourning nobles had to pretend to be serious and returned to the Hall of Lights, where the mourners surrounded the Queen Mother and her son like buzzing mosquitoes, eagerly pouring out boring words of condolences to her, many nobles kissed her hand, and some claimed that they would hire a master stonemason to make statues of these two men so that they would forever protect Dubrovnik......

After a long punishment, she finally got rid of the babbling of the stupid pigs, arranged everything, and left the land of pain under the escort of the Kingsguard......