[Hua Xia's Little Fire, this chapter is still for his reward!]
The gentle moonlight flowed through the streets and alleys of Oliska like water, casting mottled shadows under the bell tower and high walls. Although the night was dark, it was not dim. Above the sky, the stars shone brightly, and the night sky in the north glowed with flames, as if there were flames surging above the nebula. If the gentle moonlight was a woman, then the prosperous and beautiful Oliska was a dignified and polite man. They clung to each other without distinction.
Many people had already fallen asleep. Too many things had happened today. People could only use sleep to calm the excitement and anger in their hearts. Yes, anger. The declaration of Lonely Mountain Raging Flames Castle was no longer a secret. One day was enough for the people of the imperial capital to know everything clearly. Living near the political circles of the entire human kingdom, even the peddlers and pawns were more concerned about the political affairs of the empire than people elsewhere. After hearing the declaration of Raging Flames Castle, the taverns of the empire were filled one after another. People drank in the taverns and cursed Mason for his treason. They were even angrier than the king.
That afternoon, Twilight Castle issued a declaration of war against Duke Mason. The declaration was concise and logical, pointing out Mason's unjust crimes of coercing the old Earl Forun, colluding with outsiders, assassinating the king, and so on. For this reason, the empire officially revoked Mason's title and demanded that Mason unconditionally open the three cities of Milahan, Sharp Stone, and Parker. He disbanded the army and personally went to the imperial capital to be tried.
This declaration allowed the people of the imperial capital to vent their anger, and at the same time, it also caused the sales of beer in the taverns to soar by 30%. In the end, people even shouted the name of the Great Emperor and paraded the streets. In the end, of course, they cleaned up the guards and went home.
Only at this time did Oliska truly calm down. However, not everyone was asleep, such as the Prime Minister. Nabott was not sleepy at all. He was in his study, holding a glass of wine in his hand, looking out of the window at the night scene speechlessly. The Prime Minister frowned. He was not as optimistic as the people of the imperial capital. It was not a good time to launch a crusade against Mason, but the declaration of the right Blazing Flames Castle forced Tangerio to make this decision. It could be said that Mason had grasped an excellent opportunity to make a move. At this moment, the Shadow Duchy gathered troops from the north and south, and the Imperial Army was bound to respond. If Mason attacked at this time, the troops that Tangerio could mobilize would become limited.
At the very least, the Raging Flames Castle only needed to face the Frost Wind Colossal Dragon Army and did not need to face multiple elite armies of the empire at the same time.
Furthermore, according to the information the empire currently had, it was known that several lords with real power had joined Mason's alliance. Even if Mason was pacified, it would still have an unavoidable and far-reaching impact on the Empire. Especially when they were surrounded by the Outsiders, this effect would be even greater and deeper.
Nabott couldn't help but sigh. If Tangerine had attacked Mason earlier, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation. But if he did that, he wouldn't be Tangerio. Mason had grasped the Great Emperor's mentality, which was why he was able to set up the trap so calmly.
There was a knock on the door. Nabott put down his glass and said in a deep voice, "I said don't disturb me, Jast …"
The door of the study was opened. Someone came in and said, "Don't blame poor Jast, because he can't stop me, respected Prime Minister." Under the lights, Tangerio, who was dressed in casual clothes, raised the bottle in his hand to Nabott. At this moment, he was like a drunkard that could be seen everywhere in Olisjary. He did not look like an emperor at all. The Prime Minister's butler helplessly spread out his hands. Nabott shook his head and let the butler leave.
"Your Majesty, why are you here?"
"It's not obvious. I'm looking for you to drink. My good Prime Minister, you know that there are too few people in the palace who can drink at ease. After thinking about it, it's still best to come here and drink. Speaking of which, how long has it been since I've been here? " Tangerio pulled a chair himself and stuffed his tall, sturdy body into the poor chair. Listening to the creaking sound of the chair, one was really worried that it would collapse for the Great Emperor.
"It's been a few years, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister replied.
'"I'm not some bullshit emperor now. I'm a middle-aged man full of troubles. Nabott, why did Masen do this? I can't give him the throne. I've already given him everything I can. Is he still so unsatisfied? " Tangerio picked up the bottle and put it in his mouth. He was already reeking of alcohol. Of course, even if he drank for three days and three nights, the Great Emperor would not be drunk, unless he wanted to get drunk himself.
The situation was clearly the latter.
"The human heart is a bottomless pit, Your Majesty. The python is not as big as an elephant, but it wants to swallow the elephant into its stomach. That's desire. "
"What about you, Nabott? Tell me, what do you want? "
Nabott's eyes were clear. "I want the empire to prosper and the outsiders to invade. I want no more lords, unity, and people to stay away from war. It didn't matter if it was the Outsiders or the Lords. Your Majesty, I'm of low birth, but that's why I see more than anyone else. "
Tangerio looked at him in a daze and sighed, "If everyone was like you, I wouldn't have so much trouble."
"That's obviously impossible, as long as you're sitting in that position."
Nabott paused and changed the topic, not wanting to remind Tangerio of the things that bothered him. "But today, I was surprised that His Majesty agreed to let Julian go to war. After all, Howson seems to be a more suitable candidate than Julian. "
"What, aren't you happy for your students? With the merit of this crusade against Mason, Julian will be the crown prince. "Tangelio shook the bottle." Do you have any more wine? "
Nabott nodded and called the butler to fetch the wine. "So Your Majesty has already made up his mind about the crown prince," he added.
"I do have some ideas." Tangerio put down the bottle and looked out of the window at the night. "Of the princes, Howson is undoubtedly the most suitable for Roderick and the other old fellows. But look, Prime Minister. After we defeat the Shadow Duchy, the empire needs a period of recuperation. But if Hawson were to be the ruler of this country, with his personality, he would probably listen to Roderick's militarism. We would not be able to afford the consumption of national power. "
"Julian's martial arts are not obvious, but he is steady and gentle. He is suitable to be the king of the empire during its recuperation period, even more suitable than me. Of course, it would not do if someone like Earl Allen did not assist him. At the very least, he must have the power to suppress the opposition in order to sit firmly in the position I gave him. "
The butler knocked on the door, and a servant pushed in the dining car. There was not only wine in the dining car, but also honey. Roast chicken, cream cake, grapes, apples and other vegetables and fruits. Tangerio spread out his hands and looked at Nabott. "Are you trying to eat me fat? My good prime minister, do you want your king to look fat? "
"You're not in a good mood, Your Majesty, and I've heard that food can make people feel better."
"I think you're right. I'm in a much better mood now." Tangerio tore off a chicken leg and bit it. Honey. "Actually, there's nothing to worry about. It's just sending a brother to the gallows. Ha, how simple. I've done this kind of thing a lot before. Why should I be bothered by this? "
Nabott chose to remain silent. Tangerio's heavy gaze could not be seen as simple.
The prime minister looked out of the window. The night was dark.
Above the clouds that Nabott's vision could not see, a nocturnal flying beast glided past the clouds that were dyed silver by the moonlight. The triangular head of the flying beast was covered in eyeballs as it leisurely glided through the clouds. Suddenly, as if they had sensed something, all of their eyeballs looked up. In their eyes of different colors, the stars and the sky were reflected. The flying beast's line of sight even pierced through the planet's atmosphere and saw what was happening in a corner of space. As if frightened, it plunged its streamlined, flat body upwards and disappeared into the clouds.
In the universe space outside Planet Heaven, a space suddenly bulged like a bubble. Then, a ray of light appeared in the middle. The light separated on both sides, revealing a colorful spatial passageway. From this spatial passageway, a starship jumped out. The red skulls on both sides of the ship were strange and eye-catching, making it unforgettable. The starship stopped in space outside Planet Heaven. A moment later, the bottom cabin opened and a small flying ship slid out.
The flying ship was crimson. When it slid out of the mothership's hull, the wings on both sides spread out, making the ship's hull triangular. With a flash of flames from the stern engine, the flying ship flew towards Planet Heaven. When it entered the atmosphere, from space, it spread out a pair of beautiful wings of flame.
After entering the planet, the flying ship disappeared bit by bit and disappeared into nothingness.
In the ship's control room, two hands were constantly stroking a red triangular crystal floating in midair. Every time he stroked it, the triangular crystal would rotate to a different angle, and circles of wave energy would spread out. Each circle of wave energy was a set of orders, in exchange for feedback from the flying ship's brain. Countless jumps of information were reflected in Stark's eyes, and the starship's brain directly projected the data onto a crystal plate in front of the Pirate Emperor. Only Stark could understand the symbols and words on it. Even the simplest symbol contained a huge amount of data.
When his hand left the triangular crystal, the crystal plate descended and became a crystal tray.
Stark looked at the porthole of the airship. At this moment, the airship was silently sweeping past the earth, and the porthole reflected images of forests, rivers, and cities on the earth. Looking at this, Stark said softly, "This is still a young planet. The civilizations created by the creatures on this planet are still very backward, but their understanding and control of Origin Energy are not inferior to any advanced civilization. Not only that, but the Origin Energy inside the planet is abundant. In this way, this place is rich in resources. "
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