As the Demon Alliance Wells Empire and the Kemp Empire were occupied by a God Alliance Empire, people in these two vast areas, regardless of their status, were enveloped in a layer of bleak misery. When the news came, Yuan Wei
When the Empire of Wales was renamed the Province of Wells of the Empire of Spain, and the original Camp Empire was renamed the Province of Camp of the Empire of Spain, and was temporarily ruled by Prince Lecque Keda of the Empire of Spain, people were worried about
Worry is even more somber.
Looking at the groups of Sibian troops passing by their homes, and listening to the political speeches of Sibian internal affairs officials from afar, the people's confused eyes couldn't help but become more confused. Two empires with such a long history, are they finished?
Is the great demon alliance just letting Ren Sibia do what he does? Has the noble dark demon clan abandoned everyone? Is he already a subjugated slave who is looked down upon and bullied by others?
The streets are full of listless pedestrians; the markets are full of feeble shouts. The most tragic thing is the millions of refugees who don’t know the exact news, and they crowd the roads between Wells and Camp.
, are deliberately trying to escape to the demonic territory in their minds, but with the road ahead being blocked, they can only circle in circles. People who are short of food and food are like locusts passing by, swallowing everything they can.
Although it is bitter and boring, the people have no other choice but to wait. But other people know very well that "a happy life cannot wait." Therefore, those who bet that the Demonic Alliance will make a comeback began to sneak around.
The secret activities, betting that the Sibia Empire would stand firm, began to show their joy with smiles... and the people who were betting that no matter who was in charge, their lives would have to go down, also went out. These people either rode horses or took cars.
, when you go to see Emperor Sbia to ask for an official position or money, your destination is naturally the former Imperial Palace of Wales, now the palace of Emperor Sbia, the Governor's Palace of the Two Provinces, and the Commandery's Palace of the Guards.
The former royal family of Wales was a family that paid great attention to momentum and majesty. The architectural style of the Royal Palace of Wales was also in line with this "noble and perfect" pursuit, at least within the scope that outsiders could enter. Now, in the most
In the majestic and majestic Palace Square - no, it should be the palace square, thousands of Welsh people gathered densely.
They are all nobles, and some of them are anxiously waiting for the summons of the Emperor or Prince of Sbia. The former royal family of Wales are all imprisoned in prison, and the royal lackeys must of course accompany their masters. Therefore, in the past,
The middle and lower nobles who were oppressed by these "privileged nobles" could not help but feel anxious, so they came eagerly. As for how Emperor Sbia would arrange them, they did not need to worry, because "once a noble, always"
The saying "He is the pillar of the country" is also recognized in the Divine Alliance.
But more than half of the people came not voluntarily, or were invited by Sbia soldiers, or came under pressure from their families to survive... Anyway, they have unsolvable knots in their hearts and difficulties on their faces.
Hidden resentment.
The soldiers guarding the square are also very distinctive. They are in groups of ten steps, with three people in each group, separating the nobles from the government building. Each group of guards consists of a former Youshui Legion soldier, a former Guardsman, and
It is composed of a Sibiya Guards. Although they are all young soldiers with neat military appearance and extraordinary arrogance, in front of everyone, the most outstanding soldiers in each group are the Sibiya Guardsmen.
Even though their height and physique are basically the same, the only things that can distinguish them are their eyes, temperament and other details. The Sibia Guards are not as sharp as the Youshui Army soldiers, nor are they as sharp as the original Imperial Guards.
There is a bit of arrogance in their eyes, and their eyes are reserved. Just by standing firmly, they can blend into the surrounding environment, which is neither obtrusive nor unforgettable.
In fact, for a long time, the various affairs of the Sibiya army have been a hot topic of private discussion, but the first time they saw it with their own eyes, the well-informed nobles would still lament that these soldiers exceeded their own expectations.
The few people looked at the Sibia soldiers standing quietly and thought to themselves: What other standing posture can surpass them in front of them?
At the gate of the palace, another vague announcement came from a distance. At first, no one paid attention because the people who came to the palace at this time were just insignificant people! But the announcement came layer by layer, gradually became clearer, and slowly approached.
, and finally shocked the hearts of everyone in the square - "Sibiya Empire, military discipline is under supervision!"
The nobles who were whispering turned around and saw an old man with a white beard stepping onto the stone steps of the square. He was wearing a formal and simple white scholar's robe. His face was dusty but energetic. Apart from the serious and stubborn style of an old scholar, everyone
They didn't see anything strange, so many people suspected that they had heard wrongly and that they were all untrained nobles, and they couldn't help but feel contempt.
"Salute!" But when the general on duty gave the order, the hundreds of nobles around the square ignored him, and the Sbia Guards, who did not respond when the officers came, turned their bodies slightly at the same time and faced the man who had just stepped onto the stone steps of the square.
The old man saluted with military salute, raised his hands, made fists, chest level, neatly and neatly. The nobles only felt that in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people's hands stopped on their chests.
None of the former Welsh nobles present had ever received such courtesy, and they had never seen anyone treated like this, so everyone was immediately surprised. When they turned around again, the nobles' eyes had already
It has become very complicated, some are envious, some are flattering, some are wary, some are disdainful...
The old man's steady steps did not stop, but he glanced around at the soldiers present with gentle eyes. Finally, when he passed by the general on duty, he slowed down his steps slightly and whispered, "Although the war is busy, we are still here."
Beware of burnout.”
This was not a compliment, but the general on duty nodded in relief and arranged for an officer to take the old man into the political building. The nobles in the square clearly saw this scene, with different expressions, and they all asked about the old man's identity.
Name, status, title, many people are already mentally calculating how many gold coins should be given to this illustrious "military discipline supervisor" to be considered polite.
"Tiff Lorenzo, President of the Sibia Imperial Academy, and General Superintendent of Sibia Military Discipline..."
"The status is very prominent, and the relationship with the royal family is extraordinary. I heard that he is someone who dares to quarrel with His Majesty the Emperor..."
"Not only him, but also his sons are all important ministers of the empire. The youngest son is also the personal secretary of His Majesty the Emperor..."
If he heard these discussions, Steve Lorenzo didn't know how angry he would be, because none of these arrogant nobles talked about his most proud knowledge! But it's no wonder that in the minds of ordinary nobles,
, no matter how profound the knowledge is, how can there be an official title, and the favor of His Majesty the Emperor is so important?
But after all, Steve Lorenzo did not hear these remarks, and his mind was not on them. When he walked into the parliament building, all he saw were busy internal affairs officials. In this tightly guarded space, officials of all sizes were busy
They exchanged opinions on issues such as the promulgation of government decrees on the newly occupied land, the appointment and dismissal of officials, and land distribution. Even in the corridors, one could hear comprehensive evaluations of certain nobles.
After walking around in a circle, Steve Lorenzo asked the people around him angrily, "Where is His Majesty the Emperor?"
"Sir, His Majesty the Emperor is in the harem." The people around him replied respectfully and quietly, "Fishing."
"Are you... fishing?" Steve Lorenzo's eyes widened, frightening the person who replied. After realizing that he was losing his temper, the dean forcefully bit the word "fishing" in his mouth and followed with an angry expression.
The officer went to the harem.
In the splendid and extremely luxurious harem, His Majesty the Emperor of the Sbia Empire, dressed in formal attire, is holding a fishing pole, casually sitting on the jade fence of the water tree, fishing for the colorful tailed phantom scale fish in the small lake. Of course, normally,
At that time, Cohen Keda would not have been interested in fishing, but after hearing that although the fish was small, it was worth three hundred gold coins per fish, and that it was priceless but not marketable, His Majesty the Emperor's interest was so strong that it overwhelmed the sea.
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I fished for three days in a row.
On the first day, he caught two fish. His Majesty made a fire and roasted them on the spot. However, he found that the skin of the fish was rough and the flesh was hard. He regretted it and ate them all. The next day, he caught three fish and took them to others for sale. However,
Who would come to buy fish in a city where the war had just ended? Naturally, none of them were sold, and all three fish had been turned upside down when they came back, so they were used by the thrifty Emperor to make soup... This is the third day.
!His Majesty the Emperor is actually feeling lazy, but he still does not personally come forward to handle anything.
The Guards were guarding the waterside pavilion at all levels, and dozens of former palace maids were accompanying them. Inside the waterside pavilion, a large group of military officers and internal affairs officers were arguing non-stop. Both sides were quarreling, blowing their beards and staring, but they were always cautious.
He tried to control the volume within a range that would not upset His Majesty the Emperor. But even with such a low voice, it still frightened the more than ten maids serving His Majesty the Emperor to death, and they were holding water from the basin.
It was all spilled on the ground, and the person holding the drinking utensil had broken things with his seventh chop...
Because these adults from Sibia are debating a terrible topic - whether to kill all the royal families of the original Wells Empire and the Camp Empire. The focus of the dispute is that the officers advocate that all the people be punished on the spot, and the internal affairs
Officials insist on killing only male members of the royal family. Although they all have their own opinions, it is a question of killing more and less.
The only officer who kept his mouth shut and did not participate in the debate was Major General Glens, who was standing behind the emperor. His current position was very embarrassing and sensitive. It was undoubtedly stupid to join such a debate, so he also accompanied the emperor on fishing.
fished for three days and was always ready to answer the odd questions posed by Cohen Kedar.
"Good day, His Majesty the Emperor." Dean Lorenzo walked up to the waterside pavilion, stopped ten steps away, saluted Cohen Keda and said, "Here comes my minister."
"The dean is here, come and sit down." Cohen turned to look at the dean and nodded to him, "Every time the battle is over, the dean appears immediately. It's really hard for you to travel all the way. By the way,
You are so anxious to see me, and what do you want to say about me?"
"Your Majesty is joking. Although I am responsible for admonishing the emperor, I am not a lunatic who speaks without reason. If your Majesty does the right thing, I will be happy before it is too late. How can I come to blame your Majesty?" Although he said this, the dean said so.
There was no look of relief on his face, "For example, now, I see His Majesty fishing, so I am secretly thinking about His Majesty's intentions."
"No need to think about it, it's just for fun." Cohen pointed to the group of people behind him, "If you don't fish, how can you reason with them?"
From the moment Dean Lorenzo walked onto the waterside pavilion, the military officers and internal affairs officials in the waterside pavilion all shut up. When they met Dean Lorenzo's eyes, they all greeted him with smiles... Among the officials, no one was not afraid of Lorenzo.
The dean's, but fear of the dean and fear of His Majesty the Emperor are two different concepts.
The fear of the dean is mixed with respect, while the fear of the emperor is more of fear.
"Good day everyone, it must be very hard for us all after the continuous war. The two princes and four internal affairs supervisors of the Holy City asked me to convey my greetings to you." Dean Lorenzo certainly knew what these people were arguing about. In fact, he was in a hurry to come.
See Kosi, there is also this reason. After all, in history, it is very rare for an empire to completely occupy other empires. It can be said to be unique to occupy two empires at once. We have to be particularly cautious in handling the captured royal family, "Your Majesty,
When the news of the victory spread back to the Holy Capital, everyone was very excited, and the ministers were discussing how to celebrate!"
"Let's talk about the celebration later! What suggestions does the Holy City have for things after the war subsides?" Cohen's eyes stayed on the buoy on the water and asked softly, "For example, who are the two royal families captured by us?
Handle comments?”
"Everyone has considered that His Majesty is personally leading the army this time. Of course, everything is decided by His Majesty." Dean Lorenzo sat next to Cosi, "But on the other hand, if this kind of thing is not handled well, it will cause
There is a civil uprising, so I personally ask Your Majesty to think twice before you act."
"Is there anything like this in history?" Cohen asked, "How did the people involved deal with it?"
"There are three such incidents in history, but they all occurred under the same alliance. One of them was a battle between two empires, and the other two were coalition crusade." Dean Lorenzo replied, "Allied crusade
Twice, the nine royal families of the conquered empire were all killed, and the other time only the male members of the royal family were killed. The occupation of a hostile alliance empire like ours, the Sbia Empire, has never happened. When making a decision, please
Your Majesty, please give more thought to your future rule."
"That is to say, everyone hopes that I will only kill the male members of the royal family, right?" Cohen pointed to the pamphlets placed on the tables beside him. "This is a list sent by some ministers. There are two male members of the imperial family.
There are more than three hundred people, including relatives and friends."
"Then what is His Majesty the Emperor going to do?" Dean Lorenzo asked, "How many to kill? In the end, His Majesty has to make the decision."
"Just wait! Let me think about it later." Cohen looked at the maids around him who were almost paralyzed with fear, "Anyway, there is still time."
"Since His Majesty has a case against him, I have no objection." Dean Lorenzo is a smart old man, and of course he knows that Cohen has an idea. "But when I went to the palace, I saw many nobles gathering in the square. Their arrangement
We have to ask His Majesty the Emperor to come forward to appease us. Time is running out at the moment, so please put this matter first. As long as these nobles submit to the Emperor, we will save a lot of effort in our subsequent rule."
"I have already made arrangements regarding this matter. Just tonight, I will invite all the families, as well as the priests of the Big and Small Demon Palaces, to have dinner and clean them up together." A smile appeared on the corner of Cohen's mouth, "Why don't you, Mr. Dean?
How about taking a shower and changing clothes first, and then join us in hosting this grand banquet?"
"Of course I will do my part in hosting this banquet." The dean nodded slightly and added: "But Your Majesty, there are probably thousands of people on such a scale. I wonder if your Majesty has any good way to tame them? He has prepared a large number of official positions and
Reward?"
"I only prepared some dishes that are not commonly seen, so that they can meet me, and I will look at them and talk casually, that's all." Cohen shook his head, "We will talk about the official position later. Rewarding this thing...could it be
Aren’t they supposed to come and bribe me?”
"Your Majesty." The dean did not allow Cohen to take such an important matter lightly, and tried to persuade him: "Although His Majesty's majesty is unmatched, the time at the banquet is limited after all, and Your Majesty has no power to spare. How can you get everyone to join you? A nobleman
, he also has tens of thousands of people under his command. If the dissatisfaction spreads, many people will be dissatisfied with Your Majesty... Even if Your Majesty targets, draws, and isolates some of these nobles, the number of dissatisfied nobles is still too high.
Too many arrows are not conducive to governance. Your Majesty, do you know a story? One arrow is easy to break, two arrows are easy to break, five arrows can be broken, but what about ten? What about fifty?"
"Sir Glens." Cohen put down the fishing rod and said, "Bring me the arrows."
Two bags of feathered arrows were placed on the table. Cohen pulled out one and broke it, then pulled out two more and broke it, then took out ten more and broke it. Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, he smoothly pulled out the sword from Major General Glens' waist.
Cut the remaining arrows and bags into two pieces.
"You see! My dean." Cohen said calmly: "The key is not the number of arrows, but who falls into the hands of these arrows."
The dean was silent, and Cohen looked at the sword in his hand again, "However, Major General Glens, you can no longer use this sword as a sword. This is a demon sword, and I will give you another one - Secretary
official."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The poor secretary cautiously stood behind his father.
"Send this sword back to the Holy Capital and hand it over to the Prime Minister for disposal." Coin turned around and said to the people in the waterside pavilion: "Didn't you hear there was a banquet tonight? Go get ready!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Everyone quickly rubbed oil on their soles. (To be continued)