Knowing that Cohen was in a confidential conference room to give an interview to the general staff, they could not disturb him, so the four princesses with missions first played in the garden. After almost an hour, they arrived at the heavily guarded royal conference hall.
As soon as they entered the hall, the four imperial concubines saw a very rare scene. The general staff officer, the general liaison officer, and two of their closest subordinates were sitting in a daze on the stairs leading to the second floor. Five people could walk abreast.
The wide staircase was blocked by the four men carrying generals on their shoulders - this situation made everyone feel very strange.
Not to mention the two subordinates with the rank of brigadier general, not to mention the general liaison officer Mafa. The three of them can sit down wherever they go. But the general staff officer, who has always been careful and disciplined in his actions, is different.
Why is a person who emphasizes that his behavior is consistent with his status sitting on the steps like this casually? If you are tired, there are very comfortable chairs in the corridor next to you.
Looking again, the expressions on the faces of several generals with neat military looks are the same - their eyes are looking at their feet, and their expressions are in a trance.
"Sister, are they being scolded by their husbands?" Kelly covered her mouth with a feather fan and asked in a low voice, "Look at them, they are so pitiful."
"Probably not." Feilin had the same doubt in her heart: "It doesn't look like she was scolded."
If it were in the past, if any officer had been scolded by His Majesty Cohen, he would have rushed to get his work done. Moreover, the Chief Liaison Officer was never afraid of being scolded by His Majesty Cohen. Even if he was being scolded, his expression would not be smiling.
, it’s just miserable.
"Since we don't know clearly, let's just ask." Dill couldn't figure it out either, so he suggested: "Would this be more straightforward?"
For the sake of face, while the other three princesses were still thinking about how to speak, Princess Wensilly had already walked forward slowly, and those generals didn't know what they were thinking about, and they were so lost in thought that they even asked the emperor.
The concubine didn't even know when she came to her.
"Several generals." With a smile on her face, Princess Wensley said softly: "I want to go upstairs."
"Ah?" The general staff officer came back from his thoughts and stood up quickly: "It turns out to be Princess Wensley. Good evening, Princess."
"Why are everyone sitting on the ground?" Wen Sili asked seemingly casually: "The steps are very cold. Sitting for a long time is not good for your health."
"Ah...it's okay." The general staff officer and the general liaison officer looked at each other: "Please, please, let's take our leave."
After saying that, several guys bowed to the imperial concubines and ran away on the pretext of being there beforehand.
"That's really weird!" Kelly frowned: "I've never seen them like this."
"Maybe it's related to the war..." Wen Sili guessed.
"No matter, we still have our own things to do! Let's go!" Dill greeted everyone and walked towards the conference room.
In the confidential conference room, Cohen and Crow were sitting opposite each other at the circular conference table. Cohen had a glass of red wine in front of him, and Crow had a glass of water in front of him. They both seemed to be thinking about something, while Bai Ying stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window.
"What's going on?" Seeing such a scene, Feilin, who had always been serious, couldn't help but laugh: "There are four people outside who are in a daze, and there are two people here who are in a daze..."
Crow, who was wearing armor, immediately picked up his helmet and put it on, stood up, bowed slightly to the imperial concubines to show courtesy, and then stood aside. Although in the eyes of others, this etiquette did not mean respectful, and could even be said to be disrespectful.
It was extremely rude, but the imperial concubines solemnly returned the favor to the crow. They knew that this was already a great improvement for the crow.
"You are here, please take a seat." Cohen nodded to his wives: "The reason why I was in a daze is different from those guys."
"Is it different?" Kelly, who was outspoken, asked as she sat down, "What happened to them?"
"Everyone knows about the military arrangements, but as the three days are about to expire, the plan made by the staff can make me laugh out loud, so!" Cohen took a long breath: "I will help them out.
Give them some ideas and give them some advice.”
"The results of the guidance are too puzzling!" Dill took over: "They are all sitting on the stairs in a daze!"
"My method does not follow the conventional path. It is a strong medicine. It will take time for them to digest it." Cohen winked at Dill: "If they can understand my thinking, not only the current plan, but also the future plan.
It will also do well.”
"We have also discussed privately the tasks of the military in the next two years. The conclusion is that if a war breaks out, the will of the other party cannot be underestimated, and any normal method will be difficult to achieve." Feilin commented: "The strong medicine that your husband said
, it’s probably a very bizarre method.”
"That's what the saying goes." Cohen smiled and did not answer directly.
"Speaking of it this way, there is no problem for the military to achieve my husband's goal within two years!" Feilin asked: "Since there is no problem, husband, why are you in a daze? And Sir Crow is also in a daze?"
"I just thought of a question and we were thinking about it. War is always a war, and people will die. Not only will many soldiers die, but more suffering will be borne by the common people." Cohen stretched out his hand and patted a piece of paper on the table.
Official document: "I have always hated belittling other people's lives, but when this plan was being formulated, I felt very uneasy... By doing this, wasn't I also belittling other people's lives? Although they are not Sibia citizens, they are
You didn’t offend me.”
"Husband...are you doubting yourself?" Kelly asked worriedly.
"Is it strange? I never doubted myself before, never doubted... but this happened after I became the emperor." Cohen picked up the wine glass: "I used to wonder why the royal family members of other countries were so strange.
There are people who enjoy singing and drinking, and there are even people who like to have extravagant and lascivious pleasures... Now I finally have some experience, but the pressure is too much to numb myself. But I would rather doubt and think hard than live in a daze."
"I'm very happy to hear my husband say this. He is indeed our husband." Feilin smiled and said, "Are you willing to talk about this issue? I also want to think about it."
"This question is very simple. What are we..." Cohen took a sip of red wine: "Why are we fighting?"
At first glance, this question seems very simple. Everyone sitting here knows what Cohen is going to do in the future, at least partially. But when we think about the question more deeply, we find it very difficult to answer, so that everyone is stunned for a moment.
No one spoke.
"Could it be that..." After a moment, Kelly looked at the sisters beside her: "Didn't your husband want to become a madman as a war goal?"
"That's just a metaphor. What I'm thinking about now is the root of all this." Cohen smiled: "Of course, whether I can figure it out or not, my pace of fighting will never stop, and nothing can shake my determination.
But this is just my idea after all, and I feel very uneasy about letting those innocent people bear the consequences for my own wishes."
Although Cohen did not admit it, the wives still knew that their husband was not just doubtful and uneasy. Moreover, judging from his attitude, Cohen was very serious this time, which proved that this problem had been bothering him for a long time.
"So, what is your husband thinking?" Feilin asked softly, "Let me tell you first."
"On this issue, I only have a strong hatred in my heart." Cohen stood up: "Other than that, there is nothing else."
Cohen's answer made Feline think of how to reply for a moment, but Wen Sili, who had never spoken much, spoke first. With a slight smile on her face, she asked Cohen softly: "So, who does your husband hate? Yes.
What kind of person hates the Dharma?"
"I hate a lot of things and a lot of people. I don't have too many thoughts. I just want to tear some people to pieces and smash some things to pieces. That way, I will feel better." Cohen lowered his head slightly: "This
The thoughts are so strong that I can’t suppress them at all. I don’t want to lose my mind driven by such feelings and do something I regret again.”
"My husband is already thinking like this, so how can he lose his mind?" Or maybe thinking is the elf's advantage. Wen Sili's explanation to her husband was just right: "Why don't we start with the source of the hatred in my husband's heart, so that it will be easier to think of it?
Answer."
"Do we have to find the answer?" While everyone was thinking about it, Kelly asked in confusion: "It's not a big deal, right?"
"Wen Sili is right, I must answer this question for myself." Cohen affirmed Wen Sili's words: "My will is equivalent to the will of the empire, and it is the policy of establishing a country. And national policy guides strategy.
, strategy determines the situation of the war, and now even the most subtle tactics have been decided, but my own will is still unclear. This is an obvious putting the cart before the horse. If we do not decide on national policy as soon as possible, we will definitely become very passive in the days to come."
"I agree." Dill nodded: "Husband, besides Fichet, where does your hatred come from?"
"Well... although it's vague, I know that every time I go out, the hatred in my heart will deepen." Cohen thought for a while: "Since I said goodbye to my childhood, every time I go out, I will encounter people.
I encountered some unacceptable things. What happened to Lily’s friends in the distance, what happened to Qin Lun more recently...not to mention the battle in Tucheng that woke me up from my sleep."
"No matter which one of these things it is, it is difficult for people to accept it, but what can be done! Such things happen everywhere."
"Seeing these things makes me feel very sad, or rather depressed." Cohen turned around and said, "I know that such things are not limited to the ones I have seen. They have happened in other places and at other times.
Happens, this is the life of civilians. But even if they are so miserable, I still want to launch a war and impose greater suffering on them... I can not care about what others think of me, but I can't live with myself at the moment.
Guan, this kind of me can be considered very selfish!"
After Fischette's accident, this was the first time everyone heard Cohen's evaluation of himself. Considering that His Majesty Cohen has always been "self-loving" and said he was selfish, he must have reached the level of self-hatred and even a little self-abasement in his heart.
When the imperial concubines were thinking of words of comfort, the crow who had been making a fortune snorted: "Why bother? You are not a god or demon. You have no obligation to take care of everyone. Just take good care of the people around you.
"
"I know I have no obligation," Cohen replied, "but it's another thing for me to exacerbate their suffering."
"Living in the world, there are things that are added to others and things that others add to oneself. It is not surprising that one thing will lead to another thing happening." Crow said in his usual indifferent tone: "There is no need to pay attention to too much."
If it’s too much, you don’t have that much time.”
Crow's solution method is rather strange, but it is not effective for Cohen, but if he is willing to speak, it is progress.
"What Mr. Crow said made me think of something." Feilin smiled at Crow: "Husband, do you want to hear it?"
"certainly."
"What Mr. Crow just said is correct. Such things are happening all over the continent. From this point of view, although you have compassion for the civilians, you are not obligated to rescue everyone. This is our responsibility.
My current thoughts." Feline walked to Cohen: "The contradiction in the whole thing is that although the husband has compassion, he still wants to start a war."
"That's right." Cohen nodded: "The bitter fruits of war are always borne by civilians. As a creator of war, I have no way of limiting this tragedy to a certain type of people. I don't have that ability."
"My husband's purpose in launching the war is not for pleasure, but for a deeper reason." Because she didn't know whether Crow and others knew about Cohen's plan, Feilin had reservations about what she said: "Then let's think about it from another angle.
Okay, what if, husband, you have the obligation to rescue civilians?"
"What if?" Cohen turned around: "How many people are there on the mainland? Why should I shoulder this burden?"
"I'm just making assumptions." Felin emphasized.
"It's not good to make assumptions." Cohen shook his head and said with a very firm attitude: "It's very simple. The purpose of my war is for Fichet and to do shit to those people. They are not from our Sbia Empire.
It's up to them to live or die - I tell you, there are a lot of miserable people, but there are also a lot of unscrupulous people. This is not my fault, they can never get on my boat!"
"But if this is the case, you will feel uneasy." Feilin tried to use Cohen's own words to persuade him.
"It's just uneasiness! It's not a big deal, I can handle it." I don't know if he meant it, but Cohen replied nonchalantly: "At least it's much easier than being the savior."
The four princesses are used to cooperating. When Feilin looked at her sisters seeking support, someone immediately responded. The first one to speak was Dill: "When my husband was still the head of the Dark Province, it seemed that
Are you willing to let the people of Sibia board your ship? Today, we finally admit that all the people of Sibia have boarded the ship."
"It's just an accident." Cohen yelled and argued reluctantly: "I didn't let them get on the boat, it was me who was pulled into the water!"
Amid the laughter of the four imperial concubines, Crow lightly provided fire support: "It doesn't hurt to listen."
"It's only been a few days, and you've formed a gang to deal with me alone." Seeing that everyone would inevitably "assume" it, Cohen casually tried to harmonize the relationship between everyone and the crow: "Okay! I'll just sit here and listen to your assumptions.
, emphasize! It’s just a hypothesis.”
"Okay, I'll just go on with what I just said." Feilin thought about her words: "If, husband, you had the obligation to save everyone, the whole thing would be different. The war you started would not bring them harm.
Disaster...or in other words, after a temporary difficulty, there is a stable life. As a husband, I will not allow those tragic things to happen again."
"Human desires are unlimited." Cohen defended himself: "Who can guarantee that I will not become a tyrant?"
"I know this! Whether an emperor will become a tyrant is determined by two parts, the innate character and the acquired environment." To Cohen's surprise, it was Kelly who launched the attack this time: "And husband, you are both healthy.
No problem at all.”
"Are you so sure?" Cohen retorted angrily: "The reason why people are called people is because they have thinking, and a thinking life may mutate suddenly at any time."
"I can't tell you are so fragile." The crow's voice sounded again, making Cohen speechless.
"Husband, you have us and tens of millions of people behind you. If you become a tyrant, it will be a failure for all of us." To ease the atmosphere, Wen Sili persuaded in a gentle voice: "It doesn't matter whether you want to be a savior or not, as long as you become a tyrant, it will be a failure for all of us."
As long as you pass your own level...as long as it is a serious choice you make, we will support it and we will be very happy."
"I understand what you are saying." Cohen sighed: "The idea is good, but it is far from reality."
"Actually, husband, you don't need to make a decision immediately, we still have plenty of time." Seeing Cohen's consideration, Feline took a step back: "It's better to understand things in life, or you will
Did you suddenly figure it out?"
"I hope so." Cohen raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "That pale white wine glass with a human head, that bloody battlefield, that small demon village, and that unbearable basement... I wish I
I won’t think of this again.”
The people present had heard about these scenes more than once, and they all lowered their heads after hearing the words. Princess Wensley was still praying. But from Cohen's words, no one could tell whether his thoughts had changed. Indeed.
, Cohen is a person who doesn’t even want to be an emperor. For him, the title of savior is too reluctant.
"By the way, what are you doing here?" After a long time, Cohen broke the silence.
"It's nothing, we're just passing by to take a look." Although it was easy to drive away the crows, Feilin knew that now was not a good time to ask questions, so she didn't mention the crows at all: "Ah! By the way, Li
There is a letter from the Emperor of the Wa Empire, asking Princess Berni to return to the country to attend several important celebrations, and she will be able to do so in a while."
"Maybe the father misses his daughter. Princess Berni is his heartthrob!" Cohen replied with a smile: "There can be no problems with safety. Please help me arrange an escort team on the road. I will personally see her off on the day of departure."
."
"I understand. Husband, please go to bed early. We are leaving."
"Okay, I'll come over in a minute." Cohen sighed: "Why do I think about this? Am I really getting old? Do I like boring topics?" (To be continued)