When Barnett saw them looking at the painting, he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is leaving so suddenly."

Siro sighed, "Yes, this is the loss of the empire."

Barnett knew the heavy struggle between Siro and Casdaron II during his lifetime. So when he heard Siro say such a sentence in a voice with a little regret and a little sadness, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Siro raised his hand and gently pinched his eyebrows, "In a few days, it will be the funeral of the father and mother."

Barnett's heart relaxed slightly. Siro's performance reminded him of how noble the young man in front of him was or how glorious the future was, he was just a child who had just lost his parents.

"Your Highness." He suddenly felt that his previous rejection and suspicion was really a big deal, and it was too incompatible with the actions of a knight.

Siro put down his hand and smiled at him, "Captain Barnett."

"Yes." Barnett subconsciously sat upright.

Siro reached out and patted his knee gently, "Take care."

Barnett was stunned.

Siro whispered: "I don't want to lose anyone who is familiar anymore."

Barnett's heart suddenly tightened and blurted out, "Where is Prince Hall?" As soon as he said that, he thought it was not good. Siro's hand on his knee froze slightly, then raised his head and said, "Do you know where he is?"

Barnett's heart was pounding. The reason why he did not dare to leave the imperial capital these days was not entirely to fight against Siro. After the bizarre death of Casdaron II and Queen Samanta and the mysterious disappearance of Mrs. Rachel, the only thing he could do was to protect Casdaron II's most cherished son during his lifetime.

Siro slowed down his cheek and said, "I really want to see him."

Barnett dared not be careless.

"He is already my closest person in this world." Siro withdrew his hand and slowly moved his eyes to the portrait of Casdaron II. "But after that disaster, I could never find his whereabouts."

Sosuo, who had been sitting silently beside him, gently grabbed his palm and gave him silent support.

Barnett's Adam's apple moved up and down, and there was a clear sense of struggle in his eyes, "Your Highness. Can you allow me to ask you a question?"

Siro looked at him gently and said, "Of course."

Barnett said: "How did His Majesty the Emperor die? Please answer me honestly."

Siro thought for a while and said, "Actually, I don't know either."

Barnet looked at him, his eyes unwilling to let go of every subtle expression on his face.

"Although there is evidence to point to the Light Society," Siro said implicitly, "but it is not prominent. You should know that the power of faith in this world is not only available to the Light Society."

Barnett's heart was relieved. If Siro kept pushing the charges on the God of Light, his suspicion would be aggravated. "Do you know where Mrs. Rachel is?"

This time Siro was silent for a longer time, so long that Barnett couldn't help but urge, "Your Highness."

"I think you should know that the fire that the imperial capital encountered before was not just arson, right?" Xi Luo said. This is the official explanation of the disaster that the imperial capital encountered - Pale and Powerless. It is not that he is unwilling to give a better explanation, but he just can't find it.

He cannot announce the truth. He publicly declared the existence of God, one is to increase the public's panic, and the other is to disclose his anti-God position, which is unacceptable to many people who believe in gods in the Dream Continent. Originally, Husse and Keane supported the use of a mysterious fire magician as an explanation, but both Olivia and Vincent opposed it. Olivia believed that this insulted the fire magician, while Vincent believed that this would make a simple problem more complicated. Because once the mysterious fire magician was recognized, it would make a simple problem more complicated.

The Empire must spend more time pursuing the source of the magicians, whether they are manipulated by others, etc. The final result is that the Empire will have to use more lies to fabricate this lie endlessly. So the problem eventually turns into an arson case. There is no clear professional identity of the arson man, no obvious evidence, and only a vague ending - the arson man is dead. Even if it will cause many people's doubts, for the imperial government, this matter ends here.

So when Siro took the initiative to mention this, Barnett's sitting posture immediately became slightly tilted forward from straightness.

"The other party is the God of Fire." He said slowly.

Barnett seemed to have not heard it clearly and asked, "What?"

"The God of Vulcan." Siro repeated slowly.

Barnett's mouth opened slightly, abandoning his usual steady image.

Siro said: "Madam Rachel was the first to discover him, so..." He didn't continue, but the result was obvious.

Barnett recovered, "Are your highness going to keep hiding it?"

Siro asked back, "What do you think I should do?"

Barnett was stopped.

Siro said: "I really want to arrange the funeral for her, but I think Hall is more qualified. Unfortunately, I haven't found him yet, so I'm very worried if he is..."

Seeing him lowered his head in pain, Barnett couldn't help but say, "I know the whereabouts of His Highness Prince Hall."

Siro sneered in his heart, but raised his head in surprise and said, "Really?"

Barnett was silent for a while and said, "His Highness Prince Hall is upstairs."

Siro immediately stood up, and Barnett also raised his head nervously, but soon, Siro sat down slowly again. He sighed, "I think the person Hall doesn't want to see the least now must be me."

"Your Highness." Barnett wanted to speak but stopped.

His expression completely betrayed Hall's current mentality. Siro said calmly: "Caint Director."

"Yes." The same word is a word, and the same respectful expression is very different from when I first entered the door.

Siro was secretly satisfied, looked at him and smiled, "I want to hand over Hall to you."

"Your Highness?" Barnett was stunned.

Siro said: "The Royal Knights Academy has also suffered great damage this time, but don't worry, I will stop part of the project in the west of the city first and rebuild the academy first. Only then can Hall go to school again, which is considered as a sustenance."

Sosuo opened his eyes wide. He finally remembered why the person in front of him looked so familiar. It turned out that he was the principal of the opponent of the Royal Academy of Magic last time. Thinking that the academy, which was once full of energy, ended up like this, his eyes looked at him with a lot of sympathy.

Barnett was shocked. He had been resentful before that Siro had not rebuilt the Royal Knights Academy first, but now he was too stingy. He stood up suddenly and knelt on one knee and said, "Your Highness, please rest assured, I will take good care of Prince Hall and cultivate him to become a talent!"

Become a talent?

A hint of coldness appeared on the corner of Siro's mouth. He did not think about harming Hall. To him now, Hall's existence was like an ant and would not pose any threat to him. But after so many years of struggle, he could not have any affection for him like a brother. However, he did not mind letting him live openly in the sun, because Hall's existence could make him remember the ridiculous things that Casdaron II had done, and remember how he obtained the throne under what circumstances.

"Thank you, Barnett." He smiled and stretched out his hands and helped him up in person.

The carriage slowly left Barnett's mansion. Siro stretched out his head from the window and looked at Barnett who was seeing him off. He retracted his body until he was completely invisible. The smile hanging on his face slowly settled down.

When I returned to the palace, Soso had already taken a nap.

Siro looked at his tired expression with heartache and directly carried him off the carriage and back to the bedroom.

Soso put his hands on his neck, leaned his head against his shoulder, and held his body with fire elements to reduce his weight.

Walking to the bedroom, Siro couldn't help laughing.

Soso looked at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" Siro lowered his head.

Sosuo rubbed his head against his neck and said, "You look great when you smile like this."

"How come you don't look good when you smile?" Siro asked.

Soso said: "When I saw Barnett."

"Is that?" Siro put him on the bed and leaned over to kiss his lips.

Suoluo hooked his neck to cooperate.

They were all too busy during this period, so busy that they didn’t have time to calm down and enjoy the warm time that belonged to them alone.

It took Siro a long time to let go of his lips.

Soso's eyes were a little confused with water, and he looked at Siro's deeper and deeper gaze in a daze, "Silo."

Soft like an invitation.

Siro couldn't help but lower his head again.

The door was suddenly knocked twice.

Xiluo sighed inwardly, pecked his lips on his sloping lips, stood up and said, "What's the matter?"

Keane pushed the door open a gap and said, "Vissue Jacklas Trozzo is asking for a visit."

Uncle?

Siro frowned.

Since Olivia learned about his mother and his first love, it was difficult for him not to prejudice against the power of the Trozzo family at that time. But on the other hand, if they were not for them, there might not be himself, and there would be no Silo I, who was about to inherit the throne.
Chapter completed!