"Hey, isn't this Prince Caruso? Why are you here by yourself this year? Are you here to complain again?" A very young-looking man said, and his voice broke the silence in the chamber.
"Grand Magister Camerin, as a top professional, you should maintain the most basic training! I believe that the Principality of Cisse does not want to see the smoke of war!" The owner of the Knight Principality, the younger brother of King Fernando of Augusta
, the only prince Caruso replied with a smile.
"Uh... can you two please stop arguing? For God's sake, we are here for a meeting, not a fight." A somewhat young boy frowned and immediately stopped the two of them from arguing.
"That's right! But you, the Principality of Cambey, have always caused trouble. As the young master of Heim City, shouldn't you also advise my father?" Bronster, who came from the Principality of Sayeru, nodded in praise at first, but then became weird.
He stood up without paying any attention to the other party.
As for the representatives of the Principality of Zeon, the Principality of Floy, Frost Riding Castle, and the Tundra Continent, they all fell silent and even closed their eyes and dozed off.
Time passed by minute by second, and the meeting hall was always filled with the endless smell of gunpowder. Although the nine principalities were ostensibly governed by the royal city of Ogu City, the extent to which it was determined depended on loyalty and ambition. There is an old saying: "
Everyone is scolding King Aogu, but everyone wants to be King Aogu!" Power is always a private collection of all living beings. No one wants to give it to others, and no one wants to be replaced.
The prerequisite for the submission of the nine principalities to Aogu City is its strong combat power. Not to mention the divine knight Anthony and the great mage Yuri, even members of the secret magic union can defeat any elite army. Not to mention the members of the secret magic union.
There is also the master of the Mage Tower, the Great Mage Furion, who is not very scary in person, but the disciples he teaches are all over the ancient continent.
But even so, not everyone is willing to submit to others. Even if the purpose is not to rebel, it is a good thing to increase the strength of the principality. Therefore, the battle that has lasted for hundreds of years is still endless. Today you attacked my border fortress
, I will take back two cities tomorrow. Your great magister is extremely arrogant, and my divine knight also has a sharp sword. Diplomacy in blood is more real, and the argument between hypocrisy and snake is meaningless.
The midday sun shines into the house through the colorful glazed windows, countless dusts are scurrying around like awakened wild cats, the smoke of cigars is like a dream, and the Prime Minister follows King Augu into everyone's sight.
"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. This year's Kingdom Meeting has officially begun!" Fernando waved his hand casually and then sat on the throne studded with magic crystals.
However, the meeting, which lasted for several hours, did not go as smoothly as expected. Each principality complained bitterly, sometimes saying that it was short of supplies, and sometimes rejecting the "goodwill" of its neighbors. To put it bluntly, these were refusals and covert offers.
It's a shame, because no one wants to pay extra money in exchange for useless favor. But this does not include the Principality of Knight, just because Prince Caruso is Fernando's brother.
"What? Reduce the number of garrison troops in the crystal castle? If you can turn Shivering Plains into a pasture, I will go back and tear down the gate of the crystal castle with my own hands!" The representative of the Principality of Cisse glared at Kan with amusement.
The envoy from Duke Bei came.
"Your Majesty, Qianliu Island is in the same line as the Principality of Sayeru. The independence issue must never be mentioned again! I don't know which villain is stabbing me in the back. If you have the ability, confront me in person!" Representative of the Principality of Sayeru
He touched his chin and asked playfully.
"We in the Principality of Cambay are short of supplies. I wonder how much the royal city can allocate to us this year?"
"Our Principality of Floy is already sparsely populated. Can the ownership of North Antler Bay be determined?"
"We in the Principality of Jean lack everything! We don't pick and choose, we want whatever we have!"
"We, Frostrider Castle, are still recovering and need healthy women and obedient slaves!"
"Our tundra continent has a harsh climate. Can we solve the food problem first?"
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At this moment, Fernando no longer has the glory of the past. He is like a salted fish at the mercy of others, listening to these words quietly. But the anger in his heart is like a stormy sea. If there is a shortage of food, won't he grow it himself? Controversial
There won’t be a fight at the border? What do you want to do with so many legions? Not picking? Everything is lacking? Why not die?
Although King Fernando of Ogu remained unchanged on the surface, the Prime Minister beside him knew that his constant tapping on the table showed that he was extremely angry.
The orange-red sunset reflected in the conference hall. The envoys from the major principalities finally stopped arguing and looked at King Ogu who was meditating. In fact, they knew best in their hearts that these problems were not sudden emergencies, but
There is no solution to this chronic problem that has been resented for a long time, but after weighing the pros and cons, there is always only one conclusion, which is to continue business as usual and ignore it.
Sure enough, Fernando slowly cleared his throat and said the same words as in previous years. What about everyone being of the same race, what kind of peace can develop, and what issues still need to be discussed. All of these are just rhetoric.
It is just turning a deaf ear when there is no other way, and it is just a compromise strategy of letting things go.
Although the power in his hands can destroy any principality, it cannot eliminate all rule. The purpose of war is not to kill everyone, but to make the defeated party surrender. Obtaining a piece of ruins is never something to be proud of.
On the contrary, those in power who have both sides are what kings should be like.
Before nightfall, the envoys from the major principalities embarked on their way home, and King Fernando of August also left the conference room. The cigar butts that were still not extinguished emitted wisps of green smoke, and the wine remaining in the glass seemed to have never diminished. The new one
The new year has just begun, but for some people, it has already slowly come to an end.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Brother, brother, do you think those soldiers will come back again? I really want to go out and see the so-called aliens." Rikka looked at a column of people through the attic window.
The imperial armies withdrew from Aogu City.
"What's there to see? It's not like you haven't read the book! Besides, one day you will see it with your own eyes, so there's no rush." Boom, who had had his stitches removed for many days, had returned to his original state, but the steel knife was no longer the same.
Change of ownership.
"Hehe, when my brother becomes more powerful, remember to take him out for a walk. Staying in this ancient city all his life will be a bit boring." Rikka stood up and walked to Boom's bedside, stretching out her hand to test the other person's body temperature.
Now she is still a little worried, worried that her brother will leave hidden dangers, and even worried that the wound will become infected and malignant.
"Don't go out these days. Although the annual martial law has been lifted, who knows if it might be a trap. We still have a lot of food stored. Let's wait and see for a while." Boom got out of bed with a look on his face.
Somewhat weird, even wearing the wrong slippers.
"Brother, where are you going? Are you hungry? Do you want someone to cook something for you?" Rikka behind him squinted his eyes and followed quickly.
"I'll cook for you! But let's agree first, the food I make can only be cooked, don't force the taste!" That night, a simple and primitive smell filled the small courtyard. Beef is beef, mutton
It was very fishy, and as for the pot of mushy rice porridge, it was like a quagmire, making people unappetizing.
But Rikka ate happily. The quality of the food was only secondary. The person who made the food was the key. This was the first time that my brother cooked for himself. Maybe there would be a second or third time in the future. No one can say for sure.
.What is happiness? Isn’t it the salty boiled meat? Isn’t it the sticky white porridge in your hands?