On top of the city wall, Zenil looked in the direction of the royal capital, Rodmir, and stood there for a long time, silent.
Leticia, the scribe who had lost her virginity to Zenil in countless rumors, no longer wore casual clothes, and put on silver-white armor together with Zenil.
Following the sound of her footsteps, Zenil rubbed his eyebrows and turned his head: "Sent out?"
"I believe they have all received it at this moment." Leticia said respectfully.
After hesitating for a moment, she spoke again: "Your Majesty..."
"It's Your Highness."
"I think there is no difference. The moment we made the decision, you have become the natural king of Solon in our minds."
Zenil patted Lyticia, who was half-kneeling, and motioned for her to stand up.
Walking on the city wall that was slightly damaged after a small-scale war, stepping on blood-stained wall bricks and broken weapons, Zenil always used his tall figure to protect Leticia from the wind and snow.
"Your tone seems a bit pessimistic."
Leticia was startled, and then said apologetically: "Perhaps I am always handling documents and managing the territory for His Majesty. Living in the rear, I always look at some things too rationally. For adventures that should be exchanged for honor with blood and life. Actions cannot help but be measured and judged materially.”
"It's very interesting, let me know what you think."
Several archons who had followed Zenir since the establishment of the Storm Territory joined the team, following closely behind the two. They remained silent and listened quietly.
"We can't be sure that they will make the decision as expected. Once..." Leticia paused after speaking, glanced at Zenil, and then observed the expression of the consul behind her, and continued, "There is a gamble. ingredients.”
Zenil was very calm: "It is indeed a bet, but at least it is not without reason. It is a bet towards despair."
Stroking the pitted wall tiles, he said: "If you want to get something, you have to pay a price. Risks are always there. There is no 100% successful option. If there is, then I am definitely not the only one who chooses this path."
A consul gritted his teeth and said: "If things don't go as expected, we have prepared ships. Your Majesty only needs to go to sea to plot..."
"Don't go to sea." Zenil's voice was calm, but his tone was unquestionable. "The so-called planning for the future is just an illusion to comfort oneself. If you lose land and resources, you will also lose the population. Without the population, there will be no fault tolerance. With no room for maneuver, and thus… no winning points.”
The consuls knelt down and planned to remonstrate, but they heard the sound of Xenir's spear sinking into the wall.
The messenger who came quickly after the search was frightened and stunned when he saw this scene. Fortunately, Leticia came back to his senses and woke up the messenger with his voice.
"Letter from the capital."
After hearing these words, everyone's eyes were fixed on the messenger. He was already sweating profusely, and white smoke was rising from his head.
"The messenger in the city told me that the other party said..." The messenger swallowed, "Cherish the atmosphere provided by the peace celebration."
The words with unclear meaning made everyone stunned. Zenil was the first to react. He gently moved the spear that was embedded in the wall, and listened to the "rustling" sound of the rock being moved, and smiled.
Leticia said ecstatically: "Your Majesty...they..."
"I said they had no reason to refuse."
Everyone who followed Zenil knew how difficult it was to achieve what they had to achieve, and now that they heard that the most difficult obstacle had been overcome, everyone was happy.
Although the road ahead is still full of difficulties, from now on, they have hope of winning in every remaining step.
The arrival of another messenger made the governors frown. She vaguely remembered that this messenger was heading to the northern border of Solon, which had become no man's land. They had previously wondered why Leticia, who was in charge of the information channel, wanted to Send people to that desolate, bone-filled place.
"Your Highness... We did meet the person you mentioned in the North. The rumor is true, and the other person rejected your proposal and said..."
"Go on."
"He will carry out his own will and do what he wants to do. If he is your enemy, then see you on the battlefield."
The archons clenched their fists. They wanted to rebuke this arrogant person, but found that they did not even know the other person's name.
"In that case, let him go..." Zenil's eyes were deep and the corner of his mouth was smiling, "My good sister is secretly encroaching on the surrounding areas, and it seems that she is not willing to defend the city in the coming chaos... all the time He hated politics, but he actually changed and wanted to make changes.”
Zenil murmured, "Your Majesty the Pope, can the stability and tranquility you expect really be maintained... Under the magic tide, those unwilling fires have been ignited. Once they see the flames, the moths will fight regardless of their own safety. Pounce... If you can't stop it, no one can stop it."
"This is the general trend of the times. Pope Laurent sees it more clearly than you..."
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If Zenil left the last trace of dignity for his father Dewek, it must be that he did not choose to launch an attack on the day of the peace celebration [Day of Liberation], allowing Solon, who was one of the four major powers, to perfectly pull off the celebration. Open the curtain.
But the tenderness stopped there.
After learning the news, Dwek was furious and smashed the jade bowl he was holding in his hand. He angrily reprimanded Zenil for his rebellious and unethical behavior, and even reported what he had done in the past in front of the ministers. All the "positive examples" of Zenil were described as "moves to win people's hearts". Several ministers and nobles who had close contacts with Zenil were immediately imprisoned and their titles were deprived of them.
After criticizing his ambitious eldest son in all aspects and defining what he did as "rebellion", Dewek, who had the legitimacy of imperial power, decided to find the remaining three countries to gain a position before ordering the dispatch of troops to quell the rebellion. on support.
Dwek did not take the rebellion launched by his prestigious eldest son seriously at all. Whether he was training him or Tanya, they were all preparing for the arrival of the magic wave.
Under the magic tide, the power structure was turbulent and people's minds changed. In order to allow Solon to survive, Dwek had just given them territory and let them manage it to make multiple preparations.
He had long imagined the scene of children who were too young but were dazzled by power and raised weapons against him.
Quite a funny scene, isn't it?
How can a young bird fight against a huge adult bird that has already honed its beak, wings, and sharp claws to the extreme?
Dwek didn't feel sad that he was about to kill his closest relatives. He had too many children, and his family ties were already a bit weak.
Dwek was just helpless that the best card in his hand actually launched a worthless war at the wrong time. Xenir should have continued to work diligently to consolidate his rights amid the magic tide.
As for the throne...maybe it will be his one day.
But until Dwek says it, whoever touches it will die!
Antonio from the Theocracy, Noel from Sligo, and Ravennis from Codzoun were invited. Dewek announced straight to the point that he would send troops to suppress the rebellion, and hoped that all three countries would conquer the enemy at this moment. Neil identifies it as "Solon's Rebellion."
Noel's hand fumbled around on the small silence, and his arm finally received a solid slap. The crisp sound interrupted Dwek's tirade.
Dwek didn't care about Noel's actions. He was used to it. Ever since he was labeled as a maid who must have molested the maid, voices criticizing his personal ethics have been endless and extremely harsh.
When he walks around Noel's maid in public, people below him will say: "Look, I just said that thing was true, and now they are avoiding suspicion."
He tried to treat the group of maids as if nothing had happened, but someone immediately said, "I knew that was true. Look at how enthusiastic he treats other people's maids. Sure enough, Noel's collection is more fragrant."
The word "change" directly lowered Dwek's image to Noel's level, as if the two of them were exactly the same in their debauchery.
Dwek ignored the commotion on Noel's side and looked at Antonio intently - the Theocracy's attitude was particularly important.
Everyone in the Guanghui Institute who arrived together looked at each other, and finally, Antonio cleared his throat.
“In view of the great significance of the [Day of Liberation] peace celebration to the various tribes of Mera, and the sudden civil war in the Solon Empire, it is impossible to continue the celebration, so we decided to move the celebration to the ancient city of [Fagutar], which is in need of renovation. It will continue to be held to remember the deep suffering brought by the second disaster to Mela, to pay homage to the heroes, and to celebrate the hard-won peace.”
When this very polite official speech ended, Dwek was stunned for a few seconds. The consuls accompanying Solon had already sensed the abnormality, but no one dared to say anything.
Antonio looked around: "I wonder, what do Codzon and Sligo think?"
Noel, who hugged Xiao Jingjing's waist and kept rubbing her, took the time to say: "I support it... don't move, let me smell it."
Ravenis tried hard to maintain a nonchalant look and ignored the movement from the other end: "I support it."
Because he had gained a certain reputation during the war and had contributed a lot, Lu Yu also got the opportunity to listen. He smiled and appreciated the changing expressions on Dwek's face, feeling inexplicably happy.
"Dear Majesty Dewek, this is the Solonian Civil War." He repeated Antonio's words in a joking tone, causing Dewek himself to cast two sharp glances at him, but soon, he again Look at Antonio.
"What do you mean!" Dewek asked suppressing his anger, "Civil war? This is a premeditated and shameful rebellion. It happened on the second day of the peace celebration. It is a desecration of the heroes who died in countless wars. , is a naked contempt for all the Mela tribes!"
Dwek tried to put a bigger hat on Zenil to arouse the indignation of everyone present, but unexpectedly, no one responded. They still sat calmly, watching him without saying a word. A word.
After confirming that Dewek did not intend to add anything, Antonio said calmly: "I deeply regret this, in order to allow all races to deal with this matter without prejudice, and also for His Majesty Dewek to do his best to suppress the rebellion. , that’s all we can do.”
"I need to emphasize again that since the rebel is the Storm Prince, your eldest prince, this is indeed a civil war."
Facing this group of people who had already heard the news, Dwek kicked over the tea table next to them after they left.
Not long ago, the Theocracy was clearly supporting itself. He even hoped that Noel would put down his "hatred" by transferring part of his business profits.
"Why... why did you change your position!" Dwek gritted his teeth.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. Even if the three major powers do not support your blockade of the rebel leader Zenil, relying on Solon's current strength, the rebels still have no chance of winning."
"Yes, the time has just left, and the relations between all ethnic groups are harmonious. They will not intervene in the war. This war without outsiders' interference, the advantage lies with Solon."
After the consul's persuasion, Dewek felt that there was no need to be so excited. He calmed down and ordered: "Go and confirm the thoughts of the other tribes."
The positions of all ethnic groups are surprisingly consistent.
All kinds of sea monsters said that as long as the war was not led to the sea, they were happy to eat small dried fish and watch.
Most of the orcs asked about the size and expected end time. They were very worried that the trade roads would be blocked after the arrival of spring.
The half-dragon remained as cold as frost, and even breathed fire at Solon's messenger.
The summarized information can basically be described as: "You can fight however you like, and whoever wins has the final say."
Dwek waited no longer. He mobilized the rested legion and sent out one team after another of black owls.
In order to prevent the truth from being revealed, Dewek did not choose to let the black owl assassinate Zenil's base. He wanted to crush his stupid son head-on, so that everyone who was ready to move thought that the arrival of the magic wave would be enough. Those who reach out to touch the imperial power see clearly the consequences of being his enemy!
Dewek did not forget the good daughter who secretly annexed two city-states. He stood in front of the sand table, looked at the Green Shade Leader, and sneered again and again.
"You have used your good reputation to gather a group of low-level insects to work for you, but what can they do?"
"Raising livestock for you, sweeping your yard, cultivating the land for you... Yes, this group of despicable low-level people are always comfortable doing these things... But what about other than that?"
Dwek pushed a group of black owls towards the Green Shade Collar: "How can you resist this absolute power?"
"Are these idiots who are moved by you and willing to trade their flesh and blood for your survival?"
"Even if there are hundreds of them, even if they raise weapons, so what? Can they harm the black owl at all?"
Dewek ordered in a deep voice: "Eradicate all the governors of Tanya, and leave none of the magicians she gathered. I want her to watch the destruction of everything she manages intact, and then bring her back... Solon is still We need her to continue her excellent bloodline.”
After the black owl confirmed the order, he left silently. In their dictionary, maintaining the survival of Solon was the first priority. If the prince or princess blocked it, there would only be one end.
