empty crown

, 50.00% of what you said..." He patted Tony on the shoulder with a smile, pulled Eric and walked away.

"...sorry...there is a gold mine in that mountain, you have to dig the mountain and build roads, and you have to give 50.00% to others for nothing..." Natasha shook her head, patted Tony on the shoulder, and walked away opened.

Only Tony was left holding the stone and fluttering in the wind.

Steve finally returned the dragon egg to the dragon safely, and the dragon was finally ready to go back to the nest to hatch the eggs safely. Steve was very grateful to Harry for this, and he held Harry's hand and spoke sincerely to let Harry's self-confident The thick-skinned guy was also a little embarrassed, and repeatedly promised Steve that he would ask Steve for help if he had any troubles in the future, and Steve seemed to let go of a big rock in his heart.

Tony gritted his teeth and looked at him at the side, but he finally didn't step forward to stop him. Although this kid is hateful, he still thinks about himself when something good happens... Although he hacked half of it with one bite... No, then Half of it seems to be promised to him by himself. Thinking of this, Tony hugged his head in pain and wanted to hit the wall again—what is the reason why he suddenly talked so fast!

The group of them broke up here, Steve was about to move on, and Harry had been out for half a month, he thought that if he didn't go back to his father, he might really break his leg... So he had no choice but to talk to him. Steve said goodbye to them and set foot on the journey home.

It was already evening when the two rushed back to Eric's hut. Eric knew that Harry had to go back to the palace this time, so he begged Harry again and again at night reluctantly, until Harry was limp and begged for mercy.

Before leaving, Harry slipped Eric a small cross pendant.

"With this, you can enter the palace as you like, and no one will stop you." Harry looked at Eric on his horse.

Eric held the small pendant, hung it carefully around his neck, and put it in his collar. He watched the morning sun shine from the branches and sprinkled on Harry's face, as if Angels in religious paintings. Eric couldn't help but leaned over Harry's neck and kissed his lips.

"I'll go find you..." Eric finished the kiss, and licked Harry's lips lovingly.

"I'm leaving..." Harry looked at Eric reluctantly, they both knew that this time they might be separated for a long time...

Separate

When Harry returned to the palace, he ran into that funny little guard again. He just wanted to tease him, but the little guard was not very happy when he saw him for a moment. Instead, he gave him a worried look. Harry felt helpless. Touching my hair, I feel like I'm going to be really miserable this time...

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the news of his return to the palace to reach the ears of the old king, and Harry was summoned immediately.

Harry helped him out of the dark forest. Eric felt that the weather was too cold and forced himself to wear a red hat with dirt to the scum. For this, he laughed at Eric's taste severely.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he could feel the strange eyes that everyone shot at him along the way, it seemed that the situation this time was more serious than he imagined...

Harry looked at the hall full of people, the old king was sitting on the throne, and when he saw himself coming in, he whispered to those ministers to back down, but deliberately left his three younger brothers behind, Harry pretended to be relaxed Touching his heels, the old king glanced at Harry, rubbed the center of his brows, and walked down from the throne. He walked slowly in front of Harry, looked up at Harry, Harry smiled, and the old king sighed In one breath: "... I don't know if this is God's will, what did I do to offend him... use my own flesh and blood to take revenge on me... give birth to you as a bane to punish me... otherwise such a dirty and obscene Desire is so cheap and ridiculous... How can your various performances match your great bloodline!?" Then he took off the hat on Harry's head and threw it on the ground.

Harry was slightly startled, he looked up at the old king, who squinted his eyes and gave him a disgusted look: "Because of being unreasonable, you have been expelled from the Privy Council! It is your younger brother who replaced you!" The old king finished speaking Pointing at his younger brother who was standing timidly aside, Harry turned his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything after all.

"The world is extremely disappointed in you! Everyone thinks that you can't achieve great things! If I want to be like you, I won't be the one sitting on the throne today! No one wants to take a second look at you! Except me... I I can't control my eyes...I have become so blind because of doting." The old king covered his eyes in embarrassment, and Harry felt a little distressed for a moment, this was his father after all... and what he had shown It really hurt him deeply...

"Your Majesty, I promise that I will change my past..." Harry pursed his lips and smiled, trying to resolve the extremely stiff atmosphere.

What he answered was a slap that he didn't expect, hard.

Harry tasted blood in his mouth. He knew that his actions would disappoint his father, but he didn't expect that his father would really hit him... and this time he really hit him, and it was very ruthless, Harry felt I have a little tinnitus.

"Reform...? Do you know how dirty and indecent things you have done...!? You are actually with a man...!!" The old king's fingers trembled a little.

Who told the secret! ?

Harry suddenly realized that the real reason for the king's anger, which had always spoiled him, was actually Eric! Countless candidates flashed through Harry's mind but rejected them all, and then the blond woman with a cigarette flashed before his eyes...

"Please don't misunderstand, Your Majesty!" Harry stepped forward quickly: "Please don't listen to those humble lies, no matter what dirty reasons they slander me, I will defend myself!"

"What a humble lie, what a humble lie, do you use such a humble lie to deceive your father!!!?" The old king grabbed Harry by the collar, and when he saw Harry hiding under the collar, there were dense mottled I was so angry that I almost lost my breath when I saw the marks of love.

"Your Majesty... Please listen to me... I am because of... Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Before Harry could say what he had prepared, he saw the old king suddenly let go of his hand, and it softened immediately In his arms, Harry's palms broke out in cold sweat, and he quickly shouted, "Guards! Come and help! Guards!"

The old king fell ill...

And very sick.

Harry blamed himself and stayed by the old king's bed, not leaving even a single step.

Is he going too far...Although he has always created the image of a prodigal son, just to be able to surprise the world with his blockbuster when needed, but he never thought that his acting would make his beloved father angry sick...

Harry clenched the old king's hand, and rubbed his forehead lightly, God...please put this punishment on yourself...don't let your old father suffer such malice...for this he is willing to give everything... even if it is...

Eric's smiling face flashed before Harry's eyes, his heart hurting so much that he almost suffocated himself.

The old king couldn't get sick, and in the past three months, only occasionally when he woke up, he would look at Harry beside him with calm, almost stagnant eyes. document, conveying his will.

The old king's life and daily life, Harry never left others' hands, everything was done by himself, he didn't care what gossip others whispered in his ears, but he knew that he could see the old king one more time, just one less, he made up for it What is important is not the responsibility of a prince to the king, but the love of a son to a father.

Sometimes Harry would whisper the funny things he had encountered to the old king, and the old king gently held his son's hand, leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes longingly unable to leave Harry's body for a moment.

"...Father, I love you..." At the end of Harry's words, his throat couldn't help but tears rolled down his eyes.

The old king stretched out his trembling hand and stroked Harry's cheek: "Does the place where I hit you still hurt?"

Harry shook his head desperately, almost three months had passed, Harry had long forgotten about it, but the old king still remembered it.

"Don't blame father...Father is also because he can't help himself..." The old king sighed, he didn't use the tone of a king to the prince, but like a father and son chatting in an ordinary family: "I hope you grow up to be younger than me." Be a good king."

"I will, father, I will..." Harry wiped away his tears, staring squarely at the king: "I will give up everything for the country, I swear to God, I will never put my personal interests on above the country!"

The old king nodded, he stroked Harry's hair,