Earth Invasion

Chapter 58 Throne

In June of the earth calendar, San Antquis, the capital of the Sifah dynasty, already has a hint of coolness.According to Assyria's own calendar, this is already the season of autumn.Soon, farmers near San Antquis will usher in the harvest season, and at the same time, the annual harvest festival will also begin.

But this year's Harvest Festival was shrouded in an ominous atmosphere.Maybe ordinary citizens and farmers don't know it, but Alslon XI is very clear about what he will face.Especially when his younger brother, Prince Phillips came to the capital suddenly.

When the person from the SCO Commercial Office sent him the telegram, he didn't avoid anyone.Alslon XI knew that when he signed his name on that telegram, his life had already entered the countdown.

He has no choice, or he will not choose at all.He was not a little girl like Ann Rivendell.Those who are used to life and death know exactly what to grasp.Even if the telegram told him to die immediately, he would sign his name without hesitation, and then die calmly.He will not complain like his daughter, because this is the cruel reality.

Those earthlings from NATO will not let themselves go.However, this also shows that the people on Earth have begun to split openly.Although they appeared to be people on the same planet in Assyria, and they worked hand in hand to gain benefits.But Alslon XI knew clearly that one day they would break openly.At that time, the Assyrians might be able to usher in a glimmer of light.

But today, this ray of dawn appeared, and Alslon XI thought he had grasped it, so he had nothing to be attached to.

After writing the last word of a letter, he blew on the ink that was not yet dry, then folded the parchment and put it in an envelope.Then he took out the wax, sealed the envelope, and stamped his own seal.

After finishing all this work, he picked up the small hammer on the table and struck a small clock on the table.

"Good day, Your Majesty, what do you do?" A butler-like figure came in and bowed in front of Alsloan XI's desk.

"Mr. Francois, go to Sanssouci Palace, invite Prince Philips, and say that I want to go to the mausoleum of the former king with him."

"Your will, Your Majesty." The butler bowed and exited the door.Alsloan XI stood up, took a deep breath, and then walked back.

Through a corridor of ivy, behind him is his meditation room, which is also his prayer room.He opened the door and went in, groped around behind the bed for a while, and took out a stick.

This wooden stick looks dark and inconspicuous.From the texture above, it looks like a tree root.The skin of the wooden stick has turned dark red, and I don't know how many people have rubbed it to become like this.And take a closer look, there is a piece of brown amber on the head of this wooden stick.

This is the king's scepter passed down from generation to generation of the Sifakh dynasty.Alslon XI wiped the scepter lightly, and sighed slightly.When the "King of Bronze" Alasidor I who unified the two continents and pushed the Sifah dynasty to its peak did not leave a word when he died, he only took the wooden stick he carried with him and used it as a walking stick. The stick was left to the next king.Since then, the stick has become the symbol of every Sifah king.It has been passed down for thousands of years, played and caressed by countless people, and it has become what it is today.

This is the symbol of the royal family of Sifah.

He sighed, gently picked up the scepter, pushed the door and went out.

As he passed through the corridor, he found his queen waiting for him there.He smiled and walked up.

"Jane, didn't I tell you to pack up and leave for the north?"

The queen shook her head lightly, and stretched out her hand to straighten the collar of Alsloan XI.

"How could I leave you behind, and besides, can I go?"

"If it's that Mr. Gao, there shouldn't be any problem sending you out of the King's City." Alsillon XI trimmed the hair on his forehead for his wife.

"Then, we can't live under the wings of others for the rest of our lives. Besides, that gentleman is just making a deal with us, and has no intention of helping us at all."

Alslon XI laughed, he was really greedy.

He kissed his wife lightly on the forehead, tightened the scepter in his hand, and walked to the front hall.

If there is anything to worry about Alslon XI, then it is Ann.It is not uncommon for a king to have only one princess, if only one queen.The birth rate of the Assyrians is not high, but the baby survival rate is very high, and as a royal family, it is too rare to have only one heir.

Alsloane XI more or less knew why.Although he doesn't know how advanced the technology of the people on Earth is, it's still easy for him not to have children.He didn't know what interferon was, but Ann's birth was a miracle, and he firmly believed in it.

Therefore, even if he was worried, he still believed that his child was favored by the Double Moon Goddess.She will definitely be able to turn this ray of dawn that the Assyrians have finally grasped into the hope of the Assyrians.

In addition, he has one more thing buried in his heart, or buried in the hearts of the husband and wife.

Aida Ursin Durrochem.The only descendant of the Durrochem family, who is unknown.In recent years, there have always been news that she is leading the guerrilla rebellion, but the Alslon XI and his wife who were trapped in St. Antquis did not know whether the news was true or not, and they could not confirm it.In this regard, they can only comfort themselves with "no news is good news".

He went to the antechamber and found that his brother, Prince Phillips, was already sitting there.Moreover, holding a personal terminal of an earthling in his hand, bursts of music are coming out of it.It seems to be something called a game console.

"I think you should put that thing away, don't you, Phillips. After all, this is the palace of the ancient kings, so keep the minimum etiquette." Alsloan XI said lukewarmly.

"Put away your etiquette, my dear brother. Or hold your etiquette and drown in the ancient traditions of Assyria." Prince Phillips didn't look up, and he was still enjoying himself there.

"Our lives and our history are all in the ancient tradition of Sifah. The ancestors of Sifah watched us from the clouds. I will never give up." Alslom XI sat on the throne, He didn't mean to be angry at all.

"The old kings? Clouds? Ha, besides water vapor, the clouds are all kinds of ice and dust, maybe there are positive and negative charges, but there will be no ancient kings." Prince Phillips put away the game console and stood up. Come on, said with a sneer.

　took the kids out to play, sorry for the lateness
　　
　
(End of this chapter)