Chapter 12 Zhao Xin, Your Son?

The throne at night is on the mountain, the royal residence of Demacia.

In a room full of lights, Jarvan III was looking down at a document seriously. After a while, he raised his head with a headache and rubbed his temples with his hands.

Jarvan III is now in his prime, and Jarvan IV has just come of age. Demacia has repelled enemies from the North and East on the battlefield, and the country is prosperous under the leadership of Jarvan III.

But only Jarvan III can see that all this is just appearance. Today's Demacia is fraught with crisis. The biggest crisis is the relationship between Demacians and mages.

Jarvan III handled this gently, and he did so, but in recent years, the demon hunters have become more and more disobedient.

This gave Jarvan III a headache.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night." A voice sounded from the front.

Jarvan III looked up and saw a handsome man with a long spear on his back and a single ponytail in the palace walking over.

When he came to Jarvan III, he knelt on one knee and said seriously: "You should rest."

"Rest? Zhao Xin, I say, listen, help me analyze it carefully." Jarvan III shook his head with a wry smile.

"The Crown Guard family applied for a marriage with the Laurent family, and the Crown Guard family intends to marry Laxana to my son. Barrett is even more so. The Bouville family has donated half of its property because of his kind and generous character. If it weren't for his reputation, the Bouville family would have gone bankrupt long ago. Now, the Crown Guard family is completely the only one in power. What do you think Tiana wants to do?"

"In this document, the Demon Search Group violated my will and broke into the homes of civilians without authorization to capture magicians."

Jarvan III said with some anger, and said in a deep voice: "When did I say that civilians can be captured at will? Even if they have the forbidden power of demons, they are also the people of Demacia. As long as they are not dangerous, they can be regarded as surveillance targets. They have not committed any crime!"

But Jarvan III sighed again as he spoke.

Didn't they commit a crime?

They actually did commit a crime. Because according to the laws of the Kingdom of Demacia, people with magic are criminals, even if they did nothing.

Jarvan III wanted to change all this, but he failed because too many people refused, the interests involved were too great, and too many noble families were involved.

Sitting in this position, looking at the prosperous country where the people live happily, only Jarvan III knows that this is just the illuminated side, and on the shadow side, many Demacians are suffering.

Zhao Xin said nothing, knelt silently, and listened to the king's complaints.

As for whether the Crown Guard family has crossed the line, Zhao Xin actually doesn't care. His sense of belonging to Demacia all comes from the Light Shield family, all. It all comes from the man sitting at the desk in front of him.

Therefore, if the Crown Guard really crosses the line and threatens the king's rights, then only Jarvan III needs to say a word, and Zhao Xin will carry weapons and rush into the Crown Guard family alone.

"Forget it. Every time I talk to you about this, you pretend not to understand." Seeing Xin Zhao's resolute face, Jarvan III stood there silently, waving his hand with a wry smile.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, the Sixth Army has sent a piece of intelligence."

"Come in." Jarvan III said loudly.

A knight came in and handed the document to Xin Zhao. Xin Zhao took the document and walked in front of Jarvan III.

"Your Majesty."

Jarvan III took the document and read it. After a few glances, he raised his head and looked at Xin Zhao with suspicious eyes. Then, in Xin Zhao's confused expression, Jarvan III laughed again and shook his head with a smile.

"Back off, I know."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The knight saluted respectfully, then turned and left the room.

"Xin Zhao, guess what the Sixth Army wrote again?" Jarvan III said with interest.

"I think it was the Crown Guard who went to the Sixth Army again."

"Yes, he went again, but this time it was not because of him, but because of you." Jarvan III laughed and stroked his beard.

Zhao Xin was stunned, then asked in surprise: "Because of me?"

"Okay, we are not master and servant." Jarvan III waved his hand and asked Zhao Xin to relax a little.

After more than ten years of fighting, Jarvan III had long regarded Zhao Xin as his confidant. In the past ten years, because of Zhao Xin, Jarvan III escaped countless assassinations from Noxus. Therefore, Zhao Xin is not only his guard, general manager, and minister, but also his friend.

"I didn't do anything, why is it linked to me?" Zhao Xin said puzzledly.

"Take a look for yourself." Jarvan III handed the document to Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin took it with both hands, and after a few glances, his eyes widened: "Absurd! I don't even have a wife, how can I have a son?"

"Black hair and black eyes are my son? You can find a lot of them at the port!" Zhao Xin said in a deep voice, rarely losing his composure.

Seeing this, Jarvan III's original depression due to the demon hunter dissipated a lot, and he laughed: "If it's just black hair and black eyes, it's really not related, but this boy is very good at fighting, and he has become friends with Garen, so the soldiers of the Sixth Army suspect that he is your son."

"Think about it carefully, if you have a son, he is indeed that old." Jarvan III said loudly.

Seeing his beloved king teasing him happily, Xin Zhao had no choice but to accept it.

As long as the king is happy.

"Isn't something going to happen?"

"What could happen? You don't need to wipe his ass for the trouble he caused. The sponsor behind that kid is Madam Bouvier, the woman who dared to point at my nose and scold me when I ascended the throne." Jarvan III Thinking of Barrett's wife, there was a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

Lestara Bouvier, a strong woman, a woman who dared to ascend the throne before the king and accuse the king of what he was not, a woman who was pursued by a flawless man like Barrett for ten years before he succeeded.

With her here, no matter how wild that kid is, he won't be out of control.

"How good is he at fighting?" Xin Zhao asked a curious question.

Jarvan III thought for a while and said, "How good do you think Galen is in fighting?"

"Galen is still in the rough. He is still growing. In terms of combat power," Xin Zhao continued, "It's very average."

Don't think Xin Zhao looks down on Galen.

Decades ago, Xin Zhao was in Karlsted, but he was a monster who never retreated in the face of thousands of Demacian warriors. He truly managed to fight one for a thousand on the battlefield, and one spear was contaminated by hundreds. The blood of Demacia warriors was enough to stop the monster when the Dauntless Vanguard came forward and surrounded Xin Zhao with a shield formation.

The warriors of the Dauntless Vanguard were also shocked and amazed by Xin Zhao's marksmanship.

Therefore, Xin Zhao's evaluation of Galen as average is not an exaggeration at all.

"That kid defeated Galen easily, and he's not yet seventeen years old." Jarvan III said loudly.

Xin Zhao's eyes lit up, "Then he is a talent."

"Do you really want to adopt him as your son?"

Jarvan III joked.

Xin Zhao sighed helplessly and cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest."

"Tsk!"