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There's a fourth person in this room?!

"What did you do to my mother!" Shirui pulled out the knife that stabbed his father from Parvizrawan's body, pointed it at Lin Ye, and shouted angrily with his eyes blazing.

"Don't worry, she just fainted. I'm not in the mood to watch you put on a sob show." Lin Ye said calmly.

“…When did you appear here?” asked Xirui.

"Before you and Keithra started fighting."

"who are you?"

If the person in front of me is not lying, then he is not my father's servant, otherwise he would not have helped me when I was fighting with my father to the death.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are." Lin Ye said.

After hearing this, Xi Rui thought about it and said calmly.

"I am the eldest son of Parvizlawan, the second monarch of Gul City, and the legitimate heir to the throne."

"In addition, I am also the leader of the Brass Mask, Khurramdin. Parvezrawan's atrocities have angered the gods and the people. I am guided by the flower god to save the suffering desert people."

"and then?"

"What do you want?" Xirui did not answer Lin Ye's question, but asked a question himself.

"I want you to be a wise king who is worthy of Olmaz. Can you do that?"

Hirui shook his head.

"So decisive?"

"King Olmaz's achievements are hard to replicate. I had no intention of fighting for the throne. I was just trying to save my life in the beginning. Now that I am no longer king, who will take this position? To the ministers and nobles in the court who prey on the common people? Or to my subordinates who are waiting to get a piece of the pie?"

Just like the famous Xuanwu Gate Incident in history, if you don’t do it, your subordinates will not do it either.

Besides, at this point, there is no way of retiring or quitting.

Lin Ye was not surprised by this answer. He did not see any desire for power in Xirui's eyes. Not even a desire for power. He was afraid that he would not even be bothered to become a tyrant in the future.

In fact, among the three generations of kings of Gur City, Xirui was the most miserable.

In the era of Ormaz, there were many large-scale construction projects. He enslaved all living beings equally and enjoyed the pleasure of being a supreme king. He had a wife who was as beautiful as a fairy and a bunch of concubines in his harem who gave birth to two or three digit children for him. Isn't that great?

In the era of Parvizlawan, with the use of spiritual technology, productivity increased by leaps and bounds. He was obsessed with building wonders and was revered as the King of Kings. The Sapphire City, Warrior City and other nations submitted to him. The great achievements of Lin Ye's expansion of territory were originally achieved by his generation, so Parvizlawan felt like he was living in Lin Ye's shadow from beginning to end.

And what about Hirui?

After a few years of good life, he often suffered from nightmares, became mentally ill, and finally fell into the abyss.

Hirui's life was a tragedy, very much like a story from a medieval opera.

He was expelled by his father when he was young, and later returned to kill his father and seize the throne. He had a secret relationship with his mother, and he could not bear the guilt in his heart, which eventually led to his destruction.

"Love your people, feed them and clothe them warmly," Lin Ye said, "this is my greatest request to you, and also my request."

Now Lin Ye has come to terms with it. It is unrealistic to have any advanced ideas. One or two awakened people cannot drive the times forward. Capitalism still needs some time for primitive accumulation.

Lin Ye also realized belatedly that perhaps the destruction of the Parvezlawan dynasty was brought forward because of the popularization of education.

Just like many years ago in that small tribe, Lilupal watched Lin Ye tinkering with teaching materials to help the tribesmen learn to read. He was silent for a long time and said to Lin Ye that this was to strengthen his rule. If he fell, he would encounter continuous uprisings earlier than Kisra.

It turns out that many things are already destined, and the boomerang will naturally come back.

The death of a great man is definitely not a historical regression; his thoughts and legacy can continue to drive the progress of the times.

This is Lin Ye’s answer to the false proposition of the Ideal King. The Ideal King can be achieved in theory, but those who have done physics experiments know that it’s ok if you don’t take theory seriously. Once you get serious about it, some things will never be achieved. You can only settle for the second best and get as close as possible.

Arrogance brings ruin upon oneself.

At first, Lin Ye thought his mission was important, and he treated himself like a spinning top, spinning for twelve hours straight, almost dying of exhaustion at work.

Later, the dead were resurrected and the burden of being the king was taken away. Lin Ye was able to look at the problem from a third-party perspective, pointing out the limitation of "just because I am in this mountain", and Lin Ye came to a conclusion.

Who the hell is he?

You really think you are a dish!

Jiangshan has talented people on behalf of the people, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front of them, and the waves in front of them are beaten to death on the beach.

Lin Ye may not be the most suitable person to be a king. After all, kings are a unique product of the times.

The royalists considered the reformers too radical.

As the emperor, Lin Ye believed that the reformists were too conservative and that a revolution was necessary.

The greatest advantage of human civilization is its ability to be passed on. Animals are animals because they have no written language, no inheritance of thoughts, and survive on the primitive instincts engraved in their genes. Humans, on the other hand, rely on books that record knowledge to expand their territory in barbaric territories.

It is true that books are the ladder of progress.

The first step to understanding a book is to learn to recognize words.

Olmaz had been dead for only nine years, but before his death the literacy rate in the country had reached a staggering 88 percent.

This can also be considered as paving the way for future generations.

In this case, Lin Ye believes that there are people who do worse than him and there are also people who do better than him.

From this perspective, Lin Ye’s idea may seem like a waste of time, but this is Lin Ye’s best answer to the Red King Trial.

There was something wrong with the person who set the question, it was good enough that Lin Ye didn't come back and scold him.

If the Trial of the Scarlet King is regarded as a simulator game, where the scores are calculated when the players die, Lin Ye would definitely get a top-notch score, which is impeccable. However, the condition for passing the game is to get a score of infinite value. This is a problem with the game production team.

As the old saying goes, you can’t become fat in one breath.

Lin Ye firmly believed that the ideal king was too absolute, but it could be infinitely approached. This would require countless people and a long period of struggle. It was impossible to achieve this in the time he had left. It would be impossible to move from a slave society to capitalism in a few decades. Otherwise, it would be somewhat disrespectful to the existence of the "era".

It’s a mission that’s passed down from generation to generation and a relay that’s passed down from generation to generation.

The Internationale will definitely come true!

Back to the topic, when Xirui heard Lin Ye's request, he regarded Lin Ye as someone who was pleading for the people.

There was no need to say anything sarcastic at this time, Xirui said he would, this was his basic responsibility as a king.

Before leaving, Lin Ye asked another question.

"If I say that I can help you suppress the rebellious ministers and nobles, can you order the troops outside the city to enter the city peacefully?"

Xirui was shocked that Lin Ye actually knew his plan, and answered rationally, shaking his head.

"Impossible. My troops need the blood of the nobles to appease their anger. I am only one person and cannot control the millions of people who want revenge."

"You're right. Revenge is a terrible thing. It's really hard to control."

Xirui listened to Lin Ye's speech which seemed to have some meaning, he had a guess and couldn't help asking.

"What is your relationship with Father and Parvezrawan?"

Xirui thought he would get an enemy relationship, but he didn't expect Lin Ye's answer to make him stunned.

"Don't bother about my relationship with Kisla. This is a good thing for you. I feel the same way as Jeliya."

Just imagine, the son killed the husband, and the grandson killed the son.

Which is more sad?

"The only thing I can do for you right now is to calm down that crazy woman Lilupal."

After saying that, Lin Ye turned and left.

Xirui looked at Lin Ye's back in silence.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Xirui always feels that the figure of this mysterious young man as he leaves is a bit desolate and lonely, like the end of an era.

Jeliya, the queen's name.

Only Kisra can call her that, and Shirui should also call her Mother Queen.

The person opposite him was obviously not much older than him, but why was his tone so natural when he called Jeliya, who was obviously older than him, as if the relationship was reversed?

No, in fact, there is another person who can call the queen's name, and that is Olmaz. Olmaz values family affection and often calls his family members by their names.

But Ormaz was dead and could not be deader. Perhaps only bones were left of his remains. Hirui could only regard Lin Ye as someone who knew the queen's name but was rude.

But why are you so skilled at calling?

Also, what does it mean to stabilize Lilupal?

Hirui frowned.

Could he say that he, the leader of the Brass Mask Uprising, had never met Lilupal?

……

Lin Ye was in a good mood. It was nice not to have to go to work.

As soon as I walked out of the palace, a brilliant firework explosion was heard behind me.

This is a signal.

Lin Ye sighed, it seemed that he still had work to do.

Gur City, Temple.

It’s the emperor’s birthday, not the goddess of flowers’ birthday.

The high priest lamented that His Majesty Parvezlawan lacked faith in God. Every year, the central government's funding for the temple is getting less and less. It must be a lack of respect for God, which led to the Brass Mask cult's rampage!

"High Priest, there are a large number of refugees outside." A young priest ran in and said anxiously.

"Get out!" the high priest said unhappily.

Even begging comes to the temple.

Please, a temple is such a holy and solemn place, not a soup kitchen. We should not take in dirty and shabby beggars.

"But, but there are too many of them..." The young priest's voice trembled slightly.

"Ok?"

The high priest had a bad premonition. He strode out of the temple gate and was almost frightened to death the next second.

They were in huge crowds, just like the zombies in the movies. This group of refugees who were about to starve to death had pale faces, skinny bodies, and green eyes due to hunger, almost the same as zombies.

"What are you doing!" the high priest said angrily, "This is a temple! A place of faith!"

Among the refugees, someone laughed crazily.

"The Flower God said we can eat it."

"What to eat?" the high priest wondered.

Then all the refugees rushed forward.

The young priest heard the screams outside and quickly closed the door.

This is not an isolated case.

The walls of Gur may be impregnable, but its gates are like a whore's thighs...

"——!!!"

The flames were ignited, burning up the magnificent royal city in an instant. At this moment, the pride of the era was tied to a high-speed train. Anger and hatred were the best fuels, breeding crime and catharsis, pushing the train to accelerate to its destination - that was an abyss without bottom line.

Lin Ye found Hopiruz and, regardless of Parvizlavan's inexplicable self-esteem, asked him to assign a team to him to protect ordinary people.

Not everyone is a believer of the Brass Mask, and not everyone will only knock down his fists on those who have bullied him. They may also be innocent people.

It is not uncommon for people to take advantage of others' misfortunes.

Parvezrawan is dead.

Although Hopiruz was shocked by the death of His Majesty, the city of Gur was invaded by rebels and had to be defended.

This night is worthy of being remembered forever in history. People in the future will only remember the bloody night, the night of killing. Parvezlawan’s birthday? It was mentioned in passing, just as a background.

Chapter 631: An Old Man Takes His Child to Find His Mother

Lin Ye found Shilin in the ruins after a fire.

The girl was sleeping soundly, leaning against a broken stone pillar, her long hair, which had been carefully braided in the past, spread out like a waterfall, like flowing moonlight.

Shilin's whiteness is incompatible with the black and gray around her, as if she is an angel who has strayed into the suffering world.