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By observing the people around him, if the people around him are capable and loyal, he can often be considered wise, because he already knows how to recognize their abilities and make them loyal.

.But if they are not such a person, people will often make a bad judgment about him, because the first mistake he made was in this choice.

——Excerpted from Chapter 22 of Machiavelli's "The Prince"

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"You sleep here tonight."

In a room on the second floor of the hotel, the young magician said to Suo'er: "We will go online the next morning."

"It's not like I don't know." So'er said.

The young magician shrugged: "I don't mean anything else, I just hope you don't run around." Seeing that So'er didn't respond, he didn't ask for trouble, and walked towards the door.

At this time, Suo'er suddenly asked: "You know my father, right? And unlike others, you know him before he died."

"There are many people in this world who know your father, but your father doesn't know them." The magician said vaguely, left the room, closed the door, and the muffled voice came from outside: "Remember

Lock the door. Good night."

So'er stared at the door panel: "Always covering up..."

She lay back and pulled the quilt. This room was not as good as her princess room, the pillows and mattress were not soft enough, and there was an unpleasant foot odor on one end of the quilt... But she felt very fresh. After all, this was

It was her first time to spend the night outside. There would be no guards keeping vigil outside the door, and no servants would follow her around. She was not a high-ranking princess, but an ordinary traveler.

"What was your father like before he died?" Suo'er raised "Girl Lettuce" and asked softly, then closed her eyes: "I can't imagine..."

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While the princess was sleeping peacefully, the "Waiting City" was in a mess. The patrol team launched a blanket search, but no trace of the princess was found across the country. 1.

"It is impossible for the princess to leave the Twilight Empire alone." Brian solemnly said at the emergency meeting: "It is also impossible for her to disappear from the surveillance of the soul fire familiars without anyone noticing, at least the senior professionals do not have this strength yet.

"

Bang, the door was pushed open, and the bloody Hades roared at everyone: "It's that coward Pythagoras! He once radiated the soul wavelength here, like a disgusting octopus! Let's attack the Festering Island now and destroy the

Save me!"

"It's not Pythagoras. He didn't dare to show up in person because he was afraid of triggering a full-scale war; similarly, he didn't dare to send clones to the island because he knew that would only be a waste of strength. In other words, he didn't have the ability to enter 'Waiting

The city kidnapped the princess. Since even he doesn’t have the ability..."

"Is it Schroeder? Bray?! I'm going to kill him!" Hades roared again, and the remaining light elements in his body exploded, making him look quite terrifying.

"There is no need for him to do this. Please calm down, Lord Hades. Since no one was kidnapped, I'm afraid Princess Suoer left voluntarily. At most, there were three or four people assisting her. It is not ruled out that Pythagoras played a role in the incident.

Possibility. I believe that the princess is now outside the empire. The top priority is to find her and bring her back safely. We will talk about the war later."

"We no longer have any extra manpower, and foreign countries are not our territory." Waterboro scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

"We also don't have the money to hire a mercenary group." Fermat also reminded.

"Of course it is unrealistic for His Majesty to be distracted from this matter. I think..." Strum made the final addition. 1.

Brian turned to the supervisor: "Excuse me, how is Oscol's situation? Can he help us?"

The manager's eyebrows were lowered, looking a little haggard: "No. He said that he has been closely watched by the Big Bow Intelligence Department, and it was already very reluctant to send back the news about Cloud Walking. It is impossible to do it for other reasons.

He is now in a very dangerous situation. If he makes one wrong step, our intelligence network will be uprooted."

"In my opinion, why not activate the undead creatures from abroad and ask allies to travel?" Master Patra suggested.

That night, tens of thousands of Death Ravens flew across the entire continent, calling on all undead creatures to provide assistance in the name of the continent's sovereign state, the Twilight Empire. At the same time, Simon and Rudy left the Twilight Empire separately. After the storm subsided,

Another storm has arisen, and it seems that this continent will never be at peace.

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When the night deepened, it began to rain lightly. Wuyi Moan casually opened a magic barrier to block the rain and keep the camp dry. The guards stood in one corner of the camp, and the three nobles listened to the sound of rain by the fire.

Boom!

As soon as the spring thunder sounded, Qingyi couldn't help but raise his head and look at the black sky fragmented among the branches and leaves.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Anigir threw a few twigs into the fire and asked. There was light dancing on his face, making his eyes twinkling.

"There are a lot of Nirvana Ravens flying, and it seems that Oskel is working overtime again. Although I feel sorry for him, for the sake of the Twilight Empire, I can only make him work harder." Qingyi looked back and smiled. "Speaking of which

Subordinate, I also have some opinions of my own."

Anigir quickly sat down. He liked the log under his butt so much that he really wanted to take it back to the "Waiting City".

(He groaned and sighed: "It's time for the boring tyrant's lecture again...")

"A qualified king should know people well and take charge of them1. Every subordinate has shortcomings and advantages. What you have to do is to give them appropriate positions. How much ability they have, they should be given as much room to develop. Because they all have

They have shortcomings, so when they make mistakes, you have to learn to forgive and tolerate them. However, there is one shortcoming that is fatal... Do you know what it is?"

"Is it 'betrayal'?" Anigir answered uncertainly.

Qingyi nodded: "Yes, it is 'betrayal'. Once this mistake is made, it will be a stain that can never be washed away. A king should 'distrust others and not trust others', so we must not trust betrayers, who

Do you know if they will guillotine their loyal subjects for a little profit?"

"Dad, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Qingyi was silent for a while and said: "Every one of my subordinates is very peaceful, but I can't see through some of them, so I feel a little uneasy. They are very good people and have their own rules for doing things.

Don't write what's in your heart on your face - maybe this is what outstanding people have in common? If possible, I would really give them everything I have to reward them, but I still don't know what they want. Trees that grow too lush are

They will be devastated by wind and rain, and if their subordinates are excellent to a very high level, they will also be jealous of the king. If possible, I would rather have subordinates with mediocre qualifications who can ensure their loyalty."

"You are too indecisive. Even you yourself can't do it, 'don't use people when you doubt them, and don't doubt people when you employ them'."

"That's why I hope you can do it." Qingyi shrugged his eyebrows and smiled: "You know, parents always place their hopes on their children."

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Oh, thank God! I finally saw a living person!"

Qingyi hummed and asked loudly: "Who is it?"

"Don't get me wrong, there is only one countryman here who is freezing to death in the rain!" With the rustling of the bushes, a man wearing an oilcloth walked into the camp, showed Qingyi a gentle and friendly smile, and raised his eyebrows

He raised his hands to show that he did not hold a weapon. 1. He is a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, tall and strong body, with wet hair and beard. He is carrying a large cloth bag with a strange shape and cannot be seen.

What was inside? He looked at the bonfire with relief, and then exclaimed in surprise: "You don't have a tent, but it's not raining here!"

A guard put his hand on the hilt of his sword and said in a cold tone: "Don't take a step closer!" Although he appeared as a human, the murderous look in his eyes was something that humans could not possess.

The middle-aged man quickly raised his hands higher, with a simple and innocent smile on his face: "I don't mean any harm, I just want to get to know you, so I can warm up my boots!" His shoes were soaked with water.

It squeaks when stepped on.

"Let him come over." Qingyi said.

The guard then moved out of the way. The stranger smiled at the guard flatteringly, walked quickly to the fire, and his eyes lit up again: "Is it a carriage? It seems that I have met a rich gentleman! Dare I ask this kind-hearted man?

What’s your surname?”

Qingyi replied: "My surname used to be Sarah Monroe, but now I don't have any surname."

"Is it so strange? Only members of the royal family can have the surname Sarah Monroe?" The middle-aged man shuddered and smiled in surprise: "Could it be that you are... I am so lucky to be able to be with you.

Meet the big guys!”

Wuyi groaned and interjected: "What do you do?"

"Me? I'm a cook, and I carry all my good friends on my back!" The man knocked on the package with his backhand, and there was a muffled sound. After knowing that Qingyi's status was noble, he still spoke and acted boldly, which shows that he did not

He paid more attention to the so-called "royal members". He simply sat down, took off his boots, opened his chest, shivering and leaned in front of the fire: "It's so cold! It feels like spring hasn't come yet!"

Xue Duo whispered: "Although he is a cook..."

"But he's a hero!" He groaned and took over the conversation in a narrow voice.
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