"White Fang, send 500 ratmen to the Black-Eyed Ratman Tribe as quickly as possible, remember to bring extra ropes." Qin Feng ordered the troops to stop, and turned to the Black-Eyed Ratman Tribe, and at the same time dispatched an elite rapid team.
"Ah, it's the Governor..." White Fang, the leader of the rat men, didn't know why, but he still sent 500 rat men there, led by Duanwei. After giving the order, its nose couldn't help but twitch, and it was a little intoxicated by the aroma of Erguotou's wine.
At this time, Doherty City, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Paya.
A building like a Roman presbytery, with countless torches lighting up the interior like daylight.
Circles of stone tables and chairs with exquisitely carved patterns surround the podium in the middle, leaving only passages for two people to walk side by side in the southeast and northwest directions.
At this time, various nobles in gorgeous and weird clothes were sitting on every chair. Some were lords and nobles, some were powerful nobles, and some were palace nobles. There were men and women.
They are now gathered together, listening to the speech on the podium by Greenstone Baron Mason, the second highest nobleman in the Parliament of Nobles and the deputy leader.
"Gentlemen and ladies, I am afraid that the future of the Paya Kingdom will be destroyed in the hands of Daugtil XIII. I already have sufficient evidence in my hand that the royal family wants to start a war that will affect all the nobles here.
"Baron Greenstone said in an impassioned speech.
"The royal family wants to learn from the Magao Empire, for example, and eliminate the hereditary territory of the nobles, the freedom of the nobles to form an army, the rights of the nobles to do business, and the honor of the nobles, so that we can only continue to pay and please the royal family.
If we have the right to live, can we endure these?"
"Can't, can't,..."
"A noble cannot live without a territory..."
"Nobles cannot be without rights..."
Seeing the many nobles getting angry, Greenstone Baron Mason looked at them excitedly.
Then he raised his right hand and slammed it into the sky, "Our destiny should be controlled by me, abolish the royal family, and let us control the destiny of the country by the aristocratic parliament we formed like the Republic of Tas..."
Suddenly, an old voice sounded contradictory and still full of energy, "What evidence do you have to prove that the royal family wants to rule us nobles like the Magao Empire?"
The meeting fell into silence, and all the nobles looked at Baron Greenstone in the center.
Greenstone Baron Mason's face suddenly darkened, and he cursed the old immortals who had just asked the question. All the nobles wanted to overthrow the royal family, so as to divide up the territory, wealth and greater rights left by the royal family. What is the basis of evidence?
There is no need. The question just asked was just to embarrass him, so that his influence would be reduced, and then he would be asked to give way to the third nobleman.
Damn it, before the royal family has actually been overthrown, they are thinking of fighting among themselves? Even though the royal family is now dead in name only. Baron Greenstone kept cursing in his heart.
But on the surface, he still had to answer his question loudly, "Everyone knows that the royal affairs officer Will is a loyal supporter of Doug Tier XIII, and he was canonized under the order of Doug Tier XIII.
A mercenary who just slipped out of Mouse Mountain is a baron, and the steward Will has actually been with the mercenary and never returned to Doug Tier XIII."
"A few days ago, I sent troops to attack the mercenary group that occupied my Fengsha Village, but I failed."
"I underestimated their strength, because I really thought they were a mercenary group at first. It wasn't until they were defeated that I realized they actually had mages and cavalry. They are all smart people. I don't think I need to elaborate further.
Alright."
"That mercenary group is the reinforcements of Dogtier XIII, the illegitimate son he has been hiding. We all know that all the sons of Dogtier XIII died due to accidents, and Dogtier XIII
He blamed our persecution for his son's death, so the illegitimate son he found brought an army that we don't know where to come from, yes, an army. They will attack our territory and uproot all our noble councils."
"Gentlemen and ladies, we can no longer tolerate it. The royal family must disappear tonight. The master of the Paya Kingdom can only be our nobles."
"Yes, that's right. The Kingdom of Paya can only belong to our nobles..." the nobles kept shouting.
The angry old man's voice came again, "How should we make the royal family disappear? Is it regicide or exile Doug Tier XIII to a remote place?"
Exiled to a remote place? Aren't you afraid that he has a back-up plan? It's even more impossible to say the word regicide. You can do it quietly, but if you say it, you will only be rejected by all the nobles. Baron Greenstone looked at him a lot
His white beard makes him want to tear his mouth out right now.
But Baron Greenstone still said angrily: "Don't worry, Baron Birgi, I have already made arrangements with the first nobleman, Viscount Winston. Tomorrow morning we just need to turn the palace into the new parliament address of our nobles. Then it will be fine.
Send out more troops to eliminate the Tenglong mercenary group in Fengsha Village and cut off the backhand of Daug Tier XIII."
"Okay, Greenstone Baron Mason, I wish you immediate success." Baron Birgi stood up and came to the pedestrian passage to prepare to go out.
"Baron Birgi, let me remind you that these are extraordinary times. I advise you to stay where you are. If you are not found tomorrow, then the territory, rights and other benefits you have received will go into other people's pockets."
Baron Greenstone seemed to be reminding Baron Birgi and the nobles present. He wanted to increase his influence among the nobles and thereby enhance his own interests.
"Don't worry, I'm just going to the bathroom. As we get older, our health always fails." Baron Birgi's rosy face did not show that he was already 56 years old. He was leaning on a civilized stick and walking slowly.
Leaving the conference hall it was slightly noisy.
"What a sinister old guy. He always thinks about his family and territory. He doesn't forget to cause trouble to others. Why didn't he fall to death..." Baron Greenstone muttered in a low voice, staring at his back with both eyes.
Back, it seems that this can curse him to death.
In the palace.
In the slightly dilapidated meeting hall of the palace, the old man Doug Tier XIII, who had been sleepless all night, was sitting on a lavender dragon-shaped throne that had lost most of its paint. He always wore golden armor and held a royal sword in his hand -
Hurricane Blade, a silver-white scimitar with a fist-sized round cyan gem inlaid on the handle.
Only when he is fully armed can he feel a sense of security. There are only more than 20 palace affairs officers around him, most of whom are over 40 years old, and there are less than 100 veterans protecting them outside the hall. It really has various meanings.
The veteran above is over fifty years old, missing arms and legs, his old eyesight is dim, and his hands and feet are weak.
These are the people that Doug Tier XIII can truly belong to his own power.
"Not even as good as a manor owner." There was no emotion or joy on the face of Doug Tier XIII, who was calm and self-confident, but he was already dead in his heart.
But he still wanted to make one last struggle.
"Isn't Will back yet?" A soft voice came from the mouth of Doug Tier XIII, like a person who is about to die.
"Your Majesty, you haven't come back yet..." The palace affairs officer closest to him shook his head and sighed silently.
"Yes, he is the youngest and most talented among you. He really shouldn't be buried with me..." Doug Tier XIII seemed to be talking about other people's affairs without joy or sadness, and the surrounding affairs officials also
Just shook his head silently.
"Your Majesty, I believe Will will definitely come back. He always creates miracles. For example, he recruited 20 strong young men to be his bodyguards..." An affairs officer raised his fist and cheered, "He will definitely come back...
"
Doug Tier XIII glanced at him. He remembered him. He was the one who came to the palace with the steward Will to pay allegiance to him. They were only sixteen years old at that time, and now they are 32 years old.
, now they are actually still wearing patched clothes.
I sighed in my heart, can recruiting 20 soldiers be considered a miracle? Doug Tier XIII waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say any more. Anyway, whether he came back or not, it would have no impact on the overall situation.
"Has anyone seen Mason from Greenstone returning?"
"Yes, ahem, Your Majesty, ahem, I saw him taking, ahem, two hundred guards, ahem, to the place where the Parliament of Nobles, ahem, is." An affairs officer replied while coughing,
Because he had no money for medical treatment, his cough had been lingering for several years.
Doug Tier XIII nodded to show that he understood, looked outside the room and murmured: "What is supposed to come will always come..."
"But... I still have a chance..." Doug Tier XIII silently recalled the scene when he saw his illegitimate son. He arranged for him to be in a place that no noble expected, and at the same time turned the Tenglong mercenary group into a
The bait that attracts all the nobles, protecting his last son, can successfully encircle and suppress all the nobles, and continue to maintain the glory of the Daugtil royal family.
"Dougtier Barlow, Doctier Bard, I'll be right away..." Doctier XIII silently recited the names of his two sons.
The nobles argued that the death of his two sons was an accident, haha, but only a fool would believe it, and neither would Doug Tier XIII.
Now it's his turn...
Outside the royal hall, 40 assassins were wearing tight-fitting black clothes and black scarves that covered their faces except for their eyes. Dragging shining scimitars in their right hands, they stepped on the overgrown stone path leading to the palace hall.
The 'veterans' guarding the royal hall discovered them, holding rusty weapons in their hands and wearing broken leather armor, and silently greeted them.
The assassins stepped forward quickly with small steps, dragging their machetes. A bright silver light flashed, and a 'veteran' fell down with a groan.
Occasionally, the sound of the collision of weapons was heard in the royal hall, letting the people inside know what happened?
"Your Majesty, let's stop them, please leave quickly..." All the affairs officers stood in front of Doug Tier XIII, looking firmly outside, looking anxiously at the indifferent King Doug Tier XIII.
Doug Tier XIII silently pulled out the scimitar in his hand. The moment the cyan scimitar itself was pulled out, a light breeze gently blew over the cheeks of all the affairs officers, with a trace of iron blood and a trace of determination.