In two days, the annual celebration of the Kingdom of Lane will come. The royal capital will hold a meeting again to sort out the preparations and ensure that every detail of the celebration is flawless.
The king did not attend this meeting because such a meeting would cause others to misunderstand the king and think that the king is a monarch who pays attention to form and loves vanity. However, he is very concerned about the outcome of this meeting. After all, it is related to his appearance in front of his people.
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There are three protagonists in this meeting: Prime Minister Spindle, Chief Bachelor Conrad and Home Secretary Edmund.
Spindu is responsible for overall control and control, and Conrad is responsible for general supervision and guidance.
Edmund works.
This meeting also invited Prince Charlemagne and General Andrew, and the Prince's Guards and the Golden Lions will show their heroic appearance on the day of the celebration.
It seems that there is nothing special about the meeting. The only special thing is Chris. Logically speaking, he should not be invited to such a meeting, but Spindu is a smart man. He found that the king changed his attitude towards Chris. He always used to
The demon prince who was imprisoned in the castle now comes in and out of the palace every day. The king summoned him three times yesterday and clearly told Spindu that he would sit next to the king at the celebration.
All this seems to show some signs that the successor of the kingdom may be replaced.
Could it really be this demon? Spindu looked at Chris helplessly.
There is no way to fathom the king's thoughts, but if you want to live a long life in the future, it is best to ease the relationship with Chris. If the Demon Prince becomes the Demon King, no one knows what terrible things he will do.
The meeting went smoothly, and Edmund made almost no omissions. Of course, as controllers and supervisors, Spindu and Conrad had to find a few flaws. Even if they were made out of nothing, they had to make up a few sentences, otherwise it would not show up.
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But towards the end of the meeting, Prince Charlemagne suddenly said a digression: "Minister of the Interior, I need five million pounds of grain."
Edmond had been avoiding Charlemagne, and if it wasn't for this meeting that he had to come to, he really wouldn't want to be in the same room with Charlemagne.
"Your Highness, our granary is almost at its bottom. I'm afraid we really won't be able to produce so much food."
"Bottom out?" Charlemagne smiled and turned to look at the Minister of Finance, "Is this really the case?"
The Finance Minister said: "We still have more than 10 million pounds of grain in our granaries."
Edmund wiped his sweat and said: "There are more than 500,000 people in the royal capital and the surrounding towns. Each person can only get twenty pounds. This is not a lot of food, my highness."
Charlemagne said in surprise: "If we save a little, these grains should last for a month. The elderly and children can eat less. We can also collect some grains from other lords."
"The harvest season is still far away, and the soldiers in the south also need food."
"The south can produce two crops of grain a year. After the new grain is harvested, I will return the five million pounds of grain to you in full," Charlemagne said with a relaxed smile, "Queen Sophia has captured Bayer.
The royal capital of the country needs our support, and we cannot give up all our previous efforts for a little food."
"This is not a little bit of food, Your Highness!" Edmund was a little excited. Now that the dispute had reached this point, he was ready to express all his thoughts. "So far, we have given more than 40 million pounds to the Bayer Kingdom.
Food, the price of food in the royal capital has increased several times, other lords can't afford food, and people in many places are starving."
Prince Charlemagne frowned: "Do you want to blame all this on me? Don't forget, you also sent eight million pounds of food to the Queen."
Edmund wiped his sweat and looked helplessly at Chris. He grabbed the opponent's braid and carried out a precise strike. The rhythm of the debate was completely in Charlemagne's hands.
Chris shrugged. He didn't want to get into a quarrel with Charlemagne, but Charlemagne seemed determined to compete with him.
"Chris, my brother, do you think we should stop providing aid to friendly countries?"
Chris laughed dryly, this is such a profound question.
If it should be stopped, it would be tantamount to betraying the friendship with friendly countries over the years, and denying all previous efforts. Thirty million pounds of food will become meaningless, and a series of "serious consequences" will follow.
"It's all on Chris.
If it should not be stopped, then Chris would have to find food for Charlemagne.
Of course, such a question cannot be answered directly. Chris smiled and said: "Brother, it seems that this issue should not be discussed in today's meeting. Our celebration is about to begin. Is there anything more important than this?"
Charlemagne looked at Chris with his eyes lowered, and the purpose of provoking this dispute was to teach Chris a lesson. Of course, he would not let Chris just get over it.
"Celebrations happen every year, but once you miss some opportunities, you can never get them back."
Chris smiled slightly and said: "Some opportunities are worth seizing, and some opportunities may be traps. Why are you so anxious, my brother? Why can't we wait until the celebration is over before we discuss it?"
Charlemagne stood up, looked at Chris and said: "If we miss the most critical part of the war, will you be responsible for it, my brother?"
"I don't have this qualification, my brother," Chris still kept smiling. "The only person who can be responsible for the kingdom is our father. Of course, Sophia is a beautiful queen. Maybe some people think that a young king is more like her.
It's a good match, but don't forget, our father is still alive."
"What did you say?" Charlemagne gritted his teeth and looked at Chris, because Chris had just labeled him the winner.
Pointing hats is a despicable method of debate. Chris disdains to use it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use it.
The angry Charlemagne was about to lose his mind. Spindu, who was sitting aside, shook his head slightly.
The topic had changed, and he was reminding Charlemagne that it was best not to continue arguing.
After the meeting ended, Conrad, the chief bachelor, truthfully informed the king of every detail of the meeting. When he heard the dispute between the two sides, the king's face showed anger.
"It seems that some people can't wait to get the throne. It seems that some people still haven't learned their lesson. It seems that I have to reconsider the successor to the throne." The king looked at Conrad, "Tell all ministers to follow Chris's advice before the celebration.
Suspension of all aid to the Bayer Kingdom, I want to see who is the master of the kingdom!"
Late at night, a palace attendant appeared in front of Charlemagne and conveyed to Charlemagne word for word what the king had said to Conrad.
Charlemagne looked at General Andrew beside him and sighed: "It seems that someone will soon take my place."
Andrew was silent for a long time and whispered: "I think what Chris said makes sense?"
Charlemagne frowned and said: "Do you think he is right? Do you want to betray me?"
"You misunderstood me," said Andrew. "He said that a young king and a beautiful queen are more suitable. I think this sentence makes sense."
"Do you want me to..." Charlemagne drove away all the waiters. He grabbed Andrew's collar and gritted his teeth, "Do you really want me to be a thief?"
"The kingdom should belong to you, my highness," Andrew replied calmly, "Don't wait until you lose everything and then regret today's hesitation."