The King of Augu and the Nine Principalities have occupied the center of the world for tens of thousands of years, with ups and downs, rises and falls, but no force has ever been completely annihilated.
The Holy War was a turning point, which directly exposed the ambition of the Principality of Cisse, and at the same time made the Principality of Knight jump into the shadow of a powerful one.
But if we say that the most unlucky one in the past few hundred years was the Principality of Zeon, it was the Principality of Zeon that did its part. It accidentally offended the frost giant Ymir, who was one of the "Twelve Warcraft", and after paying the heavy price of suffering people everywhere, although the main city was saved.
The city of Fletcher was reduced to a declining principality until today.
Forbearing, forbearing, and forbearing again. From then on, the Principality of Jean completely withdrew from the battle between the principalities, just like a turtle with broken armor, dormant silently.
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, and through the glazed windows, they were scattered on the ground. Although the palace hall was still solemn and majestic, the decoration inside seemed very dilapidated.
The nearly ten-meter-high curtains were covered in dust, the wool carpet that was supposed to be brightly colored was as thin as paper, candle tears spread to the ground like stalactites, and although the palace door was huge, it was filled with the sound of howling wind.
The middle-aged man sat silently on the throne, or in other words, he sat on the loneliness of his family ancestors. There was no scepter symbolizing status, no robes and robes, and no one around him.
This man's name is Jose, and he is the current leader of the Principality of Jean. Because he was wearing old clothes at a noble dinner, he was nicknamed "The Broken Glove".
However, as the poorest Grand Duke in the Augu continent, although Jose was unhappy with this, he was unable to refute it. Perhaps in the eyes of the world, Jose was more of a descendant of a down-and-out aristocratic family than Grand Duke Jean.
Time passed minute by minute, and Jose always had a smile on his face, looking very humble and a little silly. The ale made a bunch of noises against the clay cup, and the already warm grapes were stuffed into his mouth one by one. There is no need for advice, no one to preach, and no need for any advice. Because whether it is the Principality of Jean or Grand Duke Jose, there are only a few paths to choose from.
Either they will eventually become vassals of other principalities, or they will choose to join a certain force and just be submissive. Or they will find another way and either rise quickly or die suddenly.
Click! The small pure copper object flips up, and the scratched glass surface blocks the pointer. This goblin pocket watch is a relic of Jose's grandfather, and it is also a token of Archduke Jean.
Because it contained a key, a thing of hope that could save the Principality of Zeon. A moment later, there was no one in the palace hall, only a little dust slowly dispersed in the air.
"How is the situation today? Is there any progress?" Jose put away his pocket watch and asked softly.
I saw this "poorest prince" who is usually laughed at by the world, but at this moment there is no trace of honesty and stupidity on his face. His cold eyes are like poisonous snakes, and his emotionless voice seems to come from the abyss and purgatory.
Because this is what Jose really looks like, a wolf who likes to hide under sheep's clothing, a villain who buries hatred deep in his eyes.
He hates all the principalities, especially the "Twelve Warcraft" from the frozen continent; he hates the aloof attitude of the Principality of Sayeru, and even more the sanctimoniousness of the Principality of Moronil; he hates the ignorance of the people of the Principality of Zeon.
It’s even more regrettable that I was born into such a family.
Because from the day Jose was born, he has been the only successor to the Grand Duke, or the successor to the current mess.
He has everything that others have, but he has never obtained anything that others don't have. His mediocre qualifications are even disdainful to those principal academy tutors who live around waiting to die. Although his marriage is happy, those are not what he wants.
What Se really wants.
As time passed, the former young boy gradually became the real leader of the Principality of Jean. However, Jose found that he had no name but had never been taken seriously.
The number of the principal's cavalry is never rising, the principal's treasury can never be filled, people's endless complaints, and the contempt of businessmen from all over the world.
Faced with these things, Jose finally learned to remain silent and learn to disguise. Because he is also a man with dreams, at least he does not want the Principality of Jean to be destroyed in his own hands.
"Reporting to the Grand Duke, the progress is going smoothly, but the number of experimental subjects is a bit tight. If possible, it is best to get more professionals, with priority given to foreign races."
"In addition, although the strength of a successful body is comparable to that of a high-level professional, its lifespan is less than ten years. Therefore, if you plan to take action, it is best not to make any announcement."
A magician in purple robes nodded, and then replied with a smile. If anyone who didn't know about it was present, they would be puzzled by his humble behavior.
Because the other party is Jose "The Broken Glove", a good-for-nothing prince recognized by the whole world, and the most incompetent person in power in the eyes of the nine principalities.
"You don't have to worry about these problems. Ten years is already a long time. Even if it's only three days, it will be a harvest for our Principality of Zeon."
"Alien professionals may have some difficulties, but I will try my best to get them. As for the lifespan of these guys, just try your best. They are all disposable items anyway."
"I'll go back if nothing happens. Remember your mission and your responsibilities as a citizen of the Principality of Zeon."
After Jose said that, he turned and left. The candlelight flickered in the dim corridor, and the brocade robe embroidered with the Elk Clan emblem swayed slightly. The cold wind blew by, extinguishing several candles, and the giant door of the underground stone chamber slowly closed. This is the biggest secret of the Principality of Jean, and it is also the capital for its turnaround. Every living thing is a gift from the gods, but Jose and the Principality of Jean violate this iron law, because no matter it is a magic experiment that annihilates human nature,
Or mixing crazy potions, these are things that must never be shown to others.
In this dark stone chamber, the "God Stone" of the frozen continent turned out to be very kind, even as gentle as a mother.
The heart-rending wails disappeared completely with the stone gate. The palace hall still looked sick and sick, and Grand Duke Jose seemed to have never left.
The pocket watch was put into his arms, his skin was warm and bronze, and his hairs were rubbing against the gaps. His cold expression had long been replaced by honesty and uprightness. "Broken Gloves" was still the poorest person in power in the principality, but there were
Who dares to really try to annex the Principality of Zeon?
Dots of starlight were embedded in the night, and the entire sky was pitch black, like a huge black pupil. The noise came through the stone wall, and Jose slowly stood up, ending his day as Grand Duke Jean.
And in the stone chamber under its butt, various cruel magic experiments are still continuing. Countless high-level professionals are either wailing in pain, or just wishing to die as soon as possible.
For the Principality of Zeon, the word "future" is too extravagant, because surviving one more day is a gift from the gods, and it is the most reassuring result.
Elk are inherently weak, and the hunter's steel arrows pierce deeply into the muscles. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they will suffer from serious diseases. Behind the madness are mostly full of helplessness. Although they are all different, they are all the most helpless.
choice.
There is no so-called right or wrong in anything, because right and wrong are just subjective comments made by each person from different perspectives, and naturally they can only represent their own opinions. This is just like the elk, although it is a herbivore, it can survive when it is hungry and cold.