Chapter 837
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"Your Majesty, what happened recently..." Jacob murmured, "Why are you suddenly eager to cultivate your power..."
For Ilsa, who suddenly began to cultivate her own power, it must be false for Jacob to say that he was not confused and worried.
Just then bancro, walking beside Jacob, sighed:
"Forget it, Jacob, your majesty now knows how to cultivate his own power. It's not a bad thing."
"If your majesty always looks innocent, we need to worry."
"Your Majesty is only 10 years old now, and we are both about to go to the coffin. We can't protect your majesty next to your majesty forever."
"It is also a good thing that your majesty has cultivated his own power in time while we can protect him."
"Your Majesty has his own power. When we can no longer protect her, we don't need to worry that your majesty will be in danger."
"That's right..." Jacob said in a deep voice, "but your majesty wants to win Alan over as his confidant..."
"I don't think it's a problem for your majesty to win Alan over." Bancro shrugged. "Allen's ability is very excellent. Although he is the general of the Frank Empire, he is still trustworthy from his performance so far."
Allen has been very low-key and conscientious since he returned to the British Empire.
He can perfectly complete all the tasks assigned to him, whether he is training troops or carrying out combat tasks.
Moreover, because he was very low-key, he did not offend many people. Therefore, many ministers on the central side appreciated Allen.
Allen was even too low-key, so that some people in the center couldn't remember who Allen was when they mentioned him.
Bancro is one of the people who admire Alan.
Bancro likes people who don't talk much, love to do practical things and have outstanding ability.
Alan, a low-key and conscientious man, is very much to bancro's appetite.
Although Allen was a general from the Frankish Empire, bancro didn't think it was any good.
Since the founding of the British Empire, how many famous knights are generals from other countries.
"... I don't think Alan is trustworthy." Jacob frowned and murmured.
"Huh? Why do you say that? "
"... I can't say." Jacob shook his head. "Anyway, I think Alan is strange and untrustworthy."
"Jacob, do you suspect that Alan is a false surrender and a spy of the Frank Empire?"
"... you can say so."
"Jacob..."
Bancro looked helplessly at bancro beside him, raised his hand and patted Jacob on the back.
"Are you worried too much? You can't doubt that people are spies of the enemy just because they are generals of other countries. "
"I don't think that Alan is an untrustworthy person."
"Take it easy, Jacob."
After hearing bancro's words, Jacob's eyebrows finally eased a little.
"Forget it." Jacob sighed lightly, "Your Majesty seems determined to put Alan in important position now. Even if I persuade your majesty, your majesty should not listen."
"I'll stand still for the time being. Now I'll take a good look at Alan. After careful observation, I'll make further judgment."
After Jacob said these words, he and bankelow just walked out of the Baiyang palace.
Today's weather is not very good. The dark clouds overhead cover less than half of the sky.
Looking at the sun slightly covered by dark clouds above his head, Jacob said to bancro nearby in a half joking tone:
"Bancro, now your majesty wants to cultivate his power. What should he do if he alienates you and me?"
"Nothing to do." Bancro said with a smile, "follow the trend. There must be new people to replace us."
"I don't know who can take my place in the future." Jacob smiled bitterly, "anyway, according to my judgment, among the literary ministers of the Empire, you and Humphrey are the only ones who can sit in the position of 'palace minister'. Among the younger generation, I don't see anyone who has the potential to take my seat. "
"I just hope that the person who will take over my position as' palace minister 'in the future is a hero who can help your majesty to raise the strength and achievements of the Empire to a higher level."
……
……
When Jacob and bancro left the Baiyang palace together——
Baiyang palace, gozewen's bedroom.
Ilsa sat beside gozewen's bed and personally helped gozewen feed medicine.
Ge zewen suffered from a incurable disease without medicine. He invited famous doctors from all over the world, but he failed to cure Ge zewen's disease.
In addition to making gozewen less painful and making gozewen live a little longer, the doctors have nothing to do.
Regardless of the cost of medication, it finally prolonged gozewen's life and made gozewen feel better.
Ilsa, sitting at the head of gozewen's bed, carried a bowl full of black medicine juice in her left hand and a small spoon in her right hand, feeding gozewen medicine bit by bit.
Looking at gozevin's pale face and much haggard body compared with before, Ilsa's eyes were red again, and a few tears rolled from her eyes and fell down her cheeks.
This is not the first time Ilsa shed tears when she saw gozewen's weak body, and it will not be the last time.
"Stop crying, Ilsa."
Ge zewen raised his hand and tried Ilsa's tears as he spoke in a helpless tone.
"Grandpa..." Ilsa sobbed, "you get better quickly. I'm waiting for you to go fishing together after you recover."
Ge zewen can clearly feel that his vitality is losing every day. At the same time, he also knows that he won't have many days to accompany Ilsa like this.
Feeling the exhaustion of his vitality, gozewen unexpectedly found himself very calm.
There is a sense of relief.
As the 12th emperor of the British Empire, he worked for the Empire all his life.
Although he knew that his ability was mediocre, he still exhausted all his efforts for the Empire.
Ge zewen was satisfied with his life and had no regrets, so he became more and more calm in the face of the approaching death.
If there is anything that gozewen still can't let go, it is probably the granddaughter and his son in front of him.
Gozewen wiped the tears off Ilsa's face, and then said softly:
"Ilsa, how's your father recently?"
Ilsa's father, of course, means Gail.
"... father is fine now. But... "Ilsa said in a lost tone," father is still like that. He doesn't like to leave the room... "
At this point, Ilsa's eyes turned red again.
Tears reappeared from Ilsa's eyes, and then wet her cheeks, which had just been wiped clean by gozewen.
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"Your Majesty, what happened recently..." Jacob murmured, "Why are you suddenly eager to cultivate your power..."
For Ilsa, who suddenly began to cultivate her own power, it must be false for Jacob to say that he was not confused and worried.
Just then bancro, walking beside Jacob, sighed:
"Forget it, Jacob, your majesty now knows how to cultivate his own power. It's not a bad thing."
"If your majesty always looks innocent, we need to worry."
"Your Majesty is only 10 years old now, and we are both about to go to the coffin. We can't protect your majesty next to your majesty forever."
"It is also a good thing that your majesty has cultivated his own power in time while we can protect him."
"Your Majesty has his own power. When we can no longer protect her, we don't need to worry that your majesty will be in danger."
"That's right..." Jacob said in a deep voice, "but your majesty wants to win Alan over as his confidant..."
"I don't think it's a problem for your majesty to win Alan over." Bancro shrugged. "Allen's ability is very excellent. Although he is the general of the Frank Empire, he is still trustworthy from his performance so far."
Allen has been very low-key and conscientious since he returned to the British Empire.
He can perfectly complete all the tasks assigned to him, whether he is training troops or carrying out combat tasks.
Moreover, because he was very low-key, he did not offend many people. Therefore, many ministers on the central side appreciated Allen.
Allen was even too low-key, so that some people in the center couldn't remember who Allen was when they mentioned him.
Bancro is one of the people who admire Alan.
Bancro likes people who don't talk much, love to do practical things and have outstanding ability.
Alan, a low-key and conscientious man, is very much to bancro's appetite.
Although Allen was a general from the Frankish Empire, bancro didn't think it was any good.
Since the founding of the British Empire, how many famous knights are generals from other countries.
"... I don't think Alan is trustworthy." Jacob frowned and murmured.
"Huh? Why do you say that? "
"... I can't say." Jacob shook his head. "Anyway, I think Alan is strange and untrustworthy."
"Jacob, do you suspect that Alan is a false surrender and a spy of the Frank Empire?"
"... you can say so."
"Jacob..."
Bancro looked helplessly at bancro beside him, raised his hand and patted Jacob on the back.
"Are you worried too much? You can't doubt that people are spies of the enemy just because they are generals of other countries. "
"I don't think that Alan is an untrustworthy person."
"Take it easy, Jacob."
After hearing bancro's words, Jacob's eyebrows finally eased a little.
"Forget it." Jacob sighed lightly, "Your Majesty seems determined to put Alan in important position now. Even if I persuade your majesty, your majesty should not listen."
"I'll stand still for the time being. Now I'll take a good look at Alan. After careful observation, I'll make further judgment."
After Jacob said these words, he and bankelow just walked out of the Baiyang palace.
Today's weather is not very good. The dark clouds overhead cover less than half of the sky.
Looking at the sun slightly covered by dark clouds above his head, Jacob said to bancro nearby in a half joking tone:
"Bancro, now your majesty wants to cultivate his power. What should he do if he alienates you and me?"
"Nothing to do." Bancro said with a smile, "follow the trend. There must be new people to replace us."
"I don't know who can take my place in the future." Jacob smiled bitterly, "anyway, according to my judgment, among the literary ministers of the Empire, you and Humphrey are the only ones who can sit in the position of 'palace minister'. Among the younger generation, I don't see anyone who has the potential to take my seat. "
"I just hope that the person who will take over my position as' palace minister 'in the future is a hero who can help your majesty to raise the strength and achievements of the Empire to a higher level."
……
……
When Jacob and bancro left the Baiyang palace together——
Baiyang palace, gozewen's bedroom.
Ilsa sat beside gozewen's bed and personally helped gozewen feed medicine.
Ge zewen suffered from a incurable disease without medicine. He invited famous doctors from all over the world, but he failed to cure Ge zewen's disease.
In addition to making gozewen less painful and making gozewen live a little longer, the doctors have nothing to do.
Regardless of the cost of medication, it finally prolonged gozewen's life and made gozewen feel better.
Ilsa, sitting at the head of gozewen's bed, carried a bowl full of black medicine juice in her left hand and a small spoon in her right hand, feeding gozewen medicine bit by bit.
Looking at gozevin's pale face and much haggard body compared with before, Ilsa's eyes were red again, and a few tears rolled from her eyes and fell down her cheeks.
This is not the first time Ilsa shed tears when she saw gozewen's weak body, and it will not be the last time.
"Stop crying, Ilsa."
Ge zewen raised his hand and tried Ilsa's tears as he spoke in a helpless tone.
"Grandpa..." Ilsa sobbed, "you get better quickly. I'm waiting for you to go fishing together after you recover."
Ge zewen can clearly feel that his vitality is losing every day. At the same time, he also knows that he won't have many days to accompany Ilsa like this.
Feeling the exhaustion of his vitality, gozewen unexpectedly found himself very calm.
There is a sense of relief.
As the 12th emperor of the British Empire, he worked for the Empire all his life.
Although he knew that his ability was mediocre, he still exhausted all his efforts for the Empire.
Ge zewen was satisfied with his life and had no regrets, so he became more and more calm in the face of the approaching death.
If there is anything that gozewen still can't let go, it is probably the granddaughter and his son in front of him.
Gozewen wiped the tears off Ilsa's face, and then said softly:
"Ilsa, how's your father recently?"
Ilsa's father, of course, means Gail.
"... father is fine now. But... "Ilsa said in a lost tone," father is still like that. He doesn't like to leave the room... "
At this point, Ilsa's eyes turned red again.
Tears reappeared from Ilsa's eyes, and then wet her cheeks, which had just been wiped clean by gozewen.
"Your Majesty, what happened recently..." Jacob murmured, "Why are you suddenly eager to cultivate your power..."For Ilsa, who suddenly began to cultivate her own power, it must be false for Jacob to say that he was not confused and worried.Just then bancro, walking beside Jacob, sighed:"Forget it, Jacob, your majesty now knows how to cultivate his own power. It's not a bad thing.""If your majesty always looks innocent, we need to worry.""Your Majesty is only 10 years old now, and we are both about to go to the coffin. We can't protect your majesty next to your majesty forever.""It is also a good thing that your majesty has cultivated his own power in time while we can protect him.""Your Majesty has his own power. When we can no longer protect her, we don't need to worry that your majesty will be in danger.""That's right..." Jacob said in a deep voice, "but your majesty wants to win Alan over as his confidant...""I don't think it's a problem for your majesty to win Alan over." Bancro shrugged. "Allen's ability is very excellent. Although he is the general of the Frank Empire, he is still trustworthy from his performance so far."Allen has been very low-key and conscientious since he returned to the British Empire.He can perfectly complete all the tasks assigned to him, whether he is training troops or carrying out combat tasks.Moreover, because he was very low-key, he did not offend many people. Therefore, many ministers on the central side appreciated Allen.Allen was even too low-key, so that some people in the center couldn't remember who Allen was when they mentioned him.Bancro is one of the people who admire Alan.Bancro likes people who don't talk much, love to do practical things and have outstanding ability.Alan, a low-key and conscientious man, is very much to bancro's appetite.Although Allen was a general from the Frankish Empire, bancro didn't think it was any good.Since the founding of the British Empire, how many famous knights are generals from other countries."... I don't think Alan is trustworthy." Jacob frowned and murmured."Huh? Why do you say that? ""... I can't say." Jacob shook his head. "Anyway, I think Alan is strange and untrustworthy.""Jacob, do you suspect that Alan is a false surrender and a spy of the Frank Empire?""... you can say so.""Jacob..."Bancro looked helplessly at bancro beside him, raised his hand and patted Jacob on the back."Are you worried too much? You can't doubt that people are spies of the enemy just because they are generals of other countries. ""I don't think that Alan is an untrustworthy person.""Take it easy, Jacob."After hearing bancro's words, Jacob's eyebrows finally eased a little."Forget it." Jacob sighed lightly, "Your Majesty seems determined to put Alan in important position now. Even if I persuade your majesty, your majesty should not listen.""I'll stand still for the time being. Now I'll take a good look at Alan. After careful observation, I'll make further judgment."After Jacob said these words, he and bankelow just walked out of the Baiyang palace.Today's weather is not very good. The dark clouds overhead cover less than half of the sky.Looking at the sun slightly covered by dark clouds above his head, Jacob said to bancro nearby in a half joking tone:"Bancro, now your majesty wants to cultivate his power. What should he do if he alienates you and me?""Nothing to do." Bancro said with a smile, "follow the trend. There must be new people to replace us.""I don't know who can take my place in the future." Jacob smiled bitterly, "anyway, according to my judgment, among the literary ministers of the Empire, you and Humphrey are the only ones who can sit in the position of 'palace minister'. Among the younger generation, I don't see anyone who has the potential to take my seat. ""I just hope that the person who will take over my position as' palace minister 'in the future is a hero who can help your majesty to raise the strength and achievements of the Empire to a higher level."When Jacob and bancro left the Baiyang palace togetherBaiyang palace, gozewen's bedroom.Ilsa sat beside gozewen's bed and personally helped gozewen feed medicine.Ge zewen suffered from a incurable disease without medicine. He invited famous doctors from all over the world, but he failed to cure Ge zewen's disease.In addition to making gozewen less painful and making gozewen live a little longer, the doctors have nothing to do.Regardless of the cost of medication, it finally prolonged gozewen's life and made gozewen feel better.Ilsa, sitting at the head of gozewen's bed, carried a bowl full of black medicine juice in her left hand and a small spoon in her right hand, feeding gozewen medicine bit by bit.Looking at gozevin's pale face and much haggard body compared with before, Ilsa's eyes were red again, and a few tears rolled from her eyes and fell down her cheeks.This is not the first time Ilsa shed tears when she saw gozewen's weak body, and it will not be the last time."Stop crying, Ilsa."Ge zewen raised his hand and tried Ilsa's tears as he spoke in a helpless tone."Grandpa..." Ilsa sobbed, "you get better quickly. I'm waiting for you to go fishing together after you recover."Ge zewen can clearly feel that his vitality is losing every day. At the same time, he also knows that he won't have many days to accompany Ilsa like this.Feeling the exhaustion of his vitality, gozewen unexpectedly found himself very calm.There is a sense of relief.As the 12th emperor of the British Empire, he worked for the Empire all his life.Although he knew that his ability was mediocre, he still exhausted all his efforts for the Empire.Ge zewen was satisfied with his life and had no regrets, so he became more and more calm in the face of the approaching death.If there is anything that gozewen still can't let go, it is probably the granddaughter and his son in front of him.Gozewen wiped the tears off Ilsa's face, and then said softly:"Ilsa, how's your father recently?"Ilsa's father, of course, means Gail."... father is fine now. But... "Ilsa said in a lost tone," father is still like that. He doesn't like to leave the room... "At this point, Ilsa's eyes turned red again.Tears reappeared from Ilsa's eyes, and then wet her cheeks, which had just been wiped clean by gozewen.
