At seven o'clock in the evening, after many twists and turns along the way, the convoy finally arrived at the heavily guarded Royal Castle.

Under the guidance of Bormann, von Palen was escorted into the Royal Castle. At this time, the Royal Castle was full of Guards inside and outside, all of whom were members of the Storm Special Combat Team. As for those officials who did not participate in the rally, regardless of whether any of them had participated in the riot, they were now gathered in the guest building and were under unified control.

After entering the Royal Castle, von Paalen did not meet with the officials, but went directly to the emptied main palace. After asking Bormann to wait outside, he went up to the second floor alone.

Feng Palen hurried along the way and soon arrived at a bathroom on the second floor.

When he walked to the dressing table, he took off his hat, supported himself on the table with both hands, and looked at the mirror expressionlessly. The face reflected in the mirror was pale with a trace of blood, and his chin was swollen.

After watching quietly for a long time, Feng Palen reached out for the basin and splashed the water on his face.

As the cold water droplets wet my hair and slid across my face, a slight tingling sensation followed.

And the next moment, there was a loud "bang".

But it was von Palen who suddenly threw a punch and hit the mirror on the dressing table.

The mirror cracked like a spider web, and then several pieces fell off with a crackling sound. Among the fragments that did not fall, a fragmented face was reflected.

"Bang bang bang!"

Von Palen punched the table three times in succession, and the mirror fragments that fell on the table even jumped up.

He then ripped open his coat and threw it out along with the punctured leather bag inside, then tore off the specially made vest and threw it on the ground.

After doing all this, von Palen was already out of breath. He looked coldly at himself covered in blood in the mirror fragments, and his shattered face gradually became hideous.

“You screwed up!”

"Asshole! You messed it up!!!" He pointed at the lens and shouted angrily.

There was a faint echo from the closed bathroom.

Then.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

Blood dripped slowly from the cut palm, making the already messy floor even dirtier. Von Palen ignored it and continued to point at the mirror with gritted teeth. His soaked hair hung from his forehead and drops of water gradually fell into his eyes.

"Damn..."

He put his hands down dejectedly, then covered his face again, rubbing it frantically until his nostrils were filled with the smell of blood, and then he put his hands down.

When he looked at the lens again, the face in the mirror was a mixture of red and white, and the lump on the chin was getting bigger and bigger, even bulging out.

Looking at this funny appearance, von Palen backed away and sneered strangely.

It was at this time.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Bormann's voice came from outside the bathroom.

"........"

Seeing that von Palen did not answer, Bormann, who was holding the clothes, felt nervous and his face became a little flustered. He immediately asked in a hurry:

"Your Majesty, are you okay..."

Before he could finish his words, the door opened with a bang, and von Palen's blood-stained face came into Bormann's sight.

"Your Majesty, you are..." Bormann's pupils shrank, and he became visibly panicked, but von Palen interrupted him coldly:

"Did I ask you to come with me?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I thought you needed to change into clean clothes, so I..." Bowerman explained as he held the clothes in front of him.

Von Palen's eyes were stern, and he shifted his gaze from Bormann to the clothes in his hands.

"I'm very good."

With a cold voice, von Palen turned back to the bathroom, and Bormann followed him. After seeing the messy scene and von Palen's hand still dripping with blood, Bormann said worriedly:

"Your Majesty, you are injured, I have to bandage you..."

Von Palen ignored him. He washed his bleeding hands in a basin and said, "Have you figured out who was involved in the rebellion?"

Bormann put his clothes aside, reached out to take the towel and handed it to von Palen, saying:

"Led by Wolfgang, in the First Army..." He hesitated, which made von Palen frown immediately. He grabbed the towel handed to him by Bormann and said coldly:

"Don't hide anything, that's stupid."

Bormann's face darkened, and he continued, "Perhaps two-thirds of the officers in the First Army participated in the mutiny."

As soon as these words were spoken, von Palen, who was wiping his hands, froze. It was not until a few seconds later that he suddenly sneered.

This sneer immediately made Bormann break out in a cold sweat. If von Palen was yelling angrily, he thought it was acceptable, after all, there were too many rebels. But the way he looked now was really worrying.

So he quickly added: "Your Majesty, don't worry."

"The incident happened suddenly, and many people were deceived by Wolfgang. The only people who really participated in the rebellion were his confidants. The others have not yet fully understood the situation."

"Their attempt on you today was unsuccessful, so they are doomed to fail. Those who don't understand the situation will soon realize it, and Wolfgang's group will fall apart."

"Maybe... they are already plotting to escape from Salivia." Bormann looked up at von Palen.

Von Palen did not respond and began to wipe the blood off his face with a towel.

Bowerman went on to say, "As for your safety, you don't have to worry. I have arranged for the special forces to firmly guard the entrance and exit of the Royal Castle. In addition, General Thomas is cooperating with my people to quell the riot..."

At this point, von Palen threw away the towel, turned to look at Bormann and said, "The rebels are advancing towards the Royal Castle, right?"

Bowerman's face froze, and he nodded slowly.

"Then it seems there is still a fight to be had...ha." Von Palen sneered. "Wolfgang that bastard...how dare he..."

Hearing this, Bowerman's face darkened and he said coldly:

"Your Majesty, Wolfgang may not have had particularly strong thoughts of betrayal before."

"I think his sudden betrayal might have something to do with that bastard of his." Speaking of this, Bowerman was gritting his teeth.

"What bastard?" Feng Palen asked coldly.

"Wolfgang's love affair, that illegitimate son Dinger, he just came back from the battlefield of Enzos. This bastard must have been frightened by the Yan people after losing the battle, so he came back to incite Wolfgang, the confused guy, to rebel."

Hearing this, von Palen stood up, took off his blood-soaked shirt, and said coldly:

"You betrayed me, established a new regime, and wanted to end the war by surrendering?"

He shook his head and continued:

"But don't they know that anyone can start a war, but only the victor can end it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "whoosh" and the blood-soaked shirt was thrown to the ground.

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the other side.

Seeing Beru rushing over with his troops, Wolfgang buttoned his hat tightly and gave an order with a serious expression:

"Let's go now! Take down the Royal Castle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the army immediately marched towards the Imperial Castle in a mighty manner. In contrast, the government army, which had regarded "Wolfgang and his gang" as rebels, also organized its forces according to Bormann's previous orders. They had already taken control of the area around the Imperial Castle and were sending troops out to quell the riot.

So after a while, the two armies inevitably encountered each other and started fighting. The war affected multiple areas, starting with the Royal Castle and gradually spreading to the entire Salvia.