Connor was startled and hurriedly supported him: "The King! Soone! The King is not well!"
The King struggled to open his eyes and uttered a sentence: "Don’t make such a fuss, as if I’m about to die!"
Connor looked at his face as pale as gold paper, with blood at the corners of his lips, almost rolling his eyes: "Isn’t it true?"
Fortunately, these past few days of etiquette lessons have been fruitful; a Prince must not roll his eyes and should always mind his deanor and expression.
The guards and doctor quickly ca in. Connor placed the King on the bed in the inner chamber, watched the doctor busy, and asked, "How is the King’s condition?"
The doctor shook his head: "Not very good, Prince needs to prepare early."
Connor’s mind went blank.
Prepare? Prepare for what?
When doctors say this, it usually ans the person can’t make it!
He rembers Johan Niles and Director Valley would say this to a family, aning to prepare for the aftermath!
Is the culture in S Kingdom the sa?
But wasn’t the King fine before?
Standing straighter than him, sleeping less than him, voice louder than him, full of vigor!
"His Majesty the King had previously suffered severe injuries, affecting his internal organs; he needs rest. Your Highness should not let him overwork, proper rest might give so hope."
S Kingdom is beset by internal and external troubles. Several superpowers want to swallow it up, and even dostically, so forces aim to replace the Bosworth Family as the new generation Royal Clan.
Connor had recently cramd knowledge about S Kingdom and didn’t hope for the King to lose his life now, otherwise, he would struggle alone to support the entire country, facing even more difficulty and confusion.
"Alright, then let him rest. I’ll handle the national affairs for him."
Hel looked at him in surprise: "Does Your Highness want to handle national affairs?"
"Do I have any other choice if unwilling? Could I let your King work himself to death?"
How can it be "your King"? This is clearly his father!
But Hel is not in a position to lecture the Prince, he slightly bowed: "Your Highness, please, I will lead you to the council chamber to first familiarize with the state affairs."
This is like driving ducks to the pond; obviously knowing nothing, yet having to brace himself to proceed.
Connor was wearing a standard prince’s uniform today. If not for his bruised and swollen face, he would have quite the princely deanor.
He didn’t care about that anymore, recalling Ben Hunter’s words, taking on the aura, imitating Harry Hunter’s usual cold and assertive manner, he followed Hel into the council chamber.
The council chamber is not a single hall but a working area made up of many eting rooms and offices, controlling the entire nation’s secrets and allowing S Kingdom to function normally.
Connor sat in the hall where the King often sat, starting with simple affairs, gradually becoming familiar, cautiously handling them.
Fortunately, he had seen how Harry Hunter managed the entire business empire of the Star Region Group, encountering undecidable issues or things he didn’t understand, he had subordinates report the courses of action.
Those in high positions usually only handle decision-making, not rack their brains for solutions.
If there are truly major issues he can’t resolve, he would leave them for the King to deal with.
Connor was busy for a long ti and found it seemingly not too difficult.
Everyone knew he was a novice, so they proactively explained complex issues, analyzing pros and cons.
"Your Highness, the King previously issued a nationwide arrest warrant, offering a reward for capturing the woman who caused Prince Ollen’s death, but there have been no leads. I think the reward needs to be increased, and thods expanded; here is the budget and plan for your review."
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