Chapter 470： allegiance to one

"Your Highness."

Old Marshal MacDonald raised his head and asked after placing the pieces in his hand on the chessboard.

"You came to me today not just to play chess, right?"

A smile spread across Antonio Griffin's face.

This His Highness—the second prince of the Gabela Empire—has unparalleled beauty. His face is as if a sculptor with obsessive-compulsive disorder spent his whole life carving it out. Every detail explains what perfection is. thing.

The prince's smile is extremely lethal to anyone who faces him, including men.

The old marshal who was playing chess with him was no exception.

What a mesmerizing face.

The old marshal sighed secretly in his heart, he really inherited his mother's beauty perfectly.

Thinking of the prince's mother, Macdonald fell into a distant memory for a moment.

"Your Excellency Macdonald, can't I invite my comrades-in-arms who were born and died with me at the front for a little while?"

Antonio's answer interrupted the old marshal's memory.

He said: "Please forgive my bluntness, Your Highness, in your identity, in my identity, and at this sensitive moment, you did this... Your Highness, or in your eyes, I am a warrior who can only lead troops to fight, but I also have my own thoughts on politics."

Antonio smiled and said, "Haha, if you were a warrior who could only lead troops and fight in my heart, you wouldn't be sitting here today. Your Excellency, you are undoubtedly one of the most important pillars of the empire in my heart, whether it is Military or political."

He looked at Macdonald sincerely, "Old Marshal, then, what kind of person am I in your heart?"

"Uh..." MacDonald hesitated to speak.

"Tell me the truth, old Marshal."

"Well, Your Highness. You are undoubtedly an outstanding person in my mind, even the most outstanding person I have ever met. I am the general of the empire, but in the military aspect that I am most proud of, what do you have? The talent shown is also something I deeply admire, and the period of fighting side by side with you is one of the most memorable honors in my life. But..."

The old marshal carefully considered his words.

"Based on my decades of experience in observing people—although it is not always accurate—you seem to have a lot on your mind, and this mind, please forgive my frankness again, is probably not just your own origin and the relationship between brothers. These two things, from my observation of you, are troublesome but not enough to worry you."

Antonio picked up the wine glass on the table, "I toast you, Marshal."

MacDonald immediately raised his glass in return.

"In that case, Marshal Macdonald, is a man like me a lord worthy of the allegiance of a man like you?"

Prince Antonio's frankness made the old marshal almost choke.

"Ahem! Your Highness, the lord I am loyal to is Imperial Emperor Bartley Griffin—your father."

"I know, Mr. Nike Donner. I mean..."

Antonio said sincerely:

"I mean, if, one day in the future, the empire is in some kind of predicament and you need to choose the object of your allegiance, how would you choose?"

There was a seriousness to his sincerity.

"Of course, I swear that this choice of yours is absolutely based on satisfying your allegiance to my father. I can swear to my mother that I will never do any damage to the morality you uphold."

Macdonald was silent, savoring the meaning of the prince's words carefully.

His Highness seems to point to three situations:

First, the emperor did not clearly designate who is the heir;

Second, the emperor designated him as his successor;

Three, the emperor appointed his elder brother as heir.

What His Highness meant was that he hoped that he could support him when the first situation and the second situation happened.

In the third case, he respected his loyalty to the current emperor and would not use some special means to put himself on his side—just like what the Dias family did to him.

But if he chose his brother, he would probably meet His Highness on the battlefield.

Antonio's oath - not to make the slightest damage to the morality he upholds - should be serious, after all, he swore to his mother, MacDonald believed that even if His Highness could make fun of the Lord of Light, he would not take it His own mother was joking.

well!

MacDonald couldn't help but let out a deep sigh from the bottom of his heart.

pity! What a pity!

Fate likes to play tricks on mortals so much.

Your Highness, let us meet on the battlefield.

"Your Highness!"

MacDonald endured his grief and said: "If you could have come to me sooner, perhaps I would have given you the answer you want - I would have stood by your side without hesitation. But now...it's too late...too late gone."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Antonio laughed heartily.

"Marshal Macdonald, I know what kind of rock is holding you back."

Seeing the astonishment on Macdonald's face, he raised his hand to stop the old marshal who was about to speak.

"I know that a long time ago, when the emperor of the empire was still my great-grandfather, in his last years, the empire faced the same situation as it is now, but the protagonists at that time were my grandfather and his brother .”

"...The final result is that my grandfather ascended to the throne of the Emperor of the Empire, and his brother disappeared in the long river of history."

"As for your family—Marshal, please forgive my cruelty—the original object of allegiance was my grandfather's brother, but due to various reasons, they switched allegiance to my grandfather."

When Antonio told the story, the old marshal showed shame on his face.

"So, your family made an oath, at least to ensure that the blood of the original allegiance can be passed on Am I right? Your Excellency MacDonald."

The old marshal seemed to have some restraint in his heart broke, he covered his face, and said in a low voice:

"Yes, Your Highness, it is this oath - and the testimony of the MacDonald family's stain - that prevents me from taking your side."

"I...I can't let that child be hurt, I can't let my family be shamed again by breaking the oath."

There was pity in Antonio's eyes. He stood up, walked around the stone table where the chess board was placed, came to MacDonald, and put his hand on his shoulder.

He said: "Your Excellency, I understand the burden you bear. Your persistence in family vows makes your image in my heart even more stalwart."

"But now listen to me."

"This stumbling block..."

"I've moved for you."