Chapter 993
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Fibit ordered the empire's army to fight.
The result could be imagined.
One side had been preparing for a long time, and the other side had been fighting in a hurry.
One side's morale was strong, and the other side had just been abandoned by the gods.
The empire's army was retreating in defeat.
What was even more infuriating was that the people of the empire were not angry at the rebels at all when they heard the news.
They maintained a rare silence, and they were even happy to see such a situation.
After all, the current emperor was someone who had been reprimanded by the gods themselves.
At the beginning, Phoebe was still furious, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. But now, he had begun to feel powerless and afraid.
His brother's army was coming over aggressively. His army was retreating in defeat, and they were about to reach the Imperial City.
At that time, he would have no way out.
"Duke, there's a messenger from the imperial city."
Royd was sitting in the camp in his military uniform.
He gestured for his subordinates to bring the person up.
The messenger's legs were a little weak in the face of the murderous soldiers. He took out the letter in his hand in trepidation.
It was Fibit's handwritten letter. The letter described the sincere feelings between the two brothers very sincerely. He was very sad about Royd's actions. He also said that as long as Royd was willing to turn back and admit his mistakes, he would definitely let bygones be bygones and was willing to rule the empire with him.
Royd read it expressionlessly and threw it to his confidant. "My brother, the emperor, is still putting on the airs of an emperor."
Louis read it at a glance and was a little speechless in his heart. His Majesty's brain didn't seem to be very clear? At this time, he still couldn't recognize the situation?
Let bygones be bygones? Did he really think that the initiative was still in his hands?
Royd looked at the messenger coldly. "Go back and tell His Majesty Emperor Fibit that Royd thanks him for his' good intentions'. We'll meet in the imperial city."
This was a clear rejection.
The messenger wiped the sweat on his forehead and went out.
The aura of this duke was too strong. He looked at him coldly, and he really thought that the other party would behead him in the next moment.
Fortunately, he managed to keep his life.
But the Duke's reply …
The messenger thought about His Majesty's temper and deeply felt that if he replied like this, he was afraid that he would lose his little life that he had painstakingly saved.
He pondered for a moment. Since his wife and children were in his hometown, why not take advantage of this opportunity to escape and return home to avoid trouble?
With that thought in mind, the horsewhip in his hand subconsciously changed direction, and the horse galloped in the opposite direction of the Imperial City.
In the palace, Phoebe did not receive a reply.
He would never have thought that it was his messenger who ran away because he was afraid of angering him. He would think that Royd didn't accept his suggestion and killed the messenger!
"Damn it! Damn it! Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. I've already taken a step back, yet he's still not satisfied! " Phoebe paced back and forth in the palace. He was annoyed, and another set of new tea sets on the table was scrapped.
The maids lowered their heads and kept quiet out of fear. They were afraid that His Majesty's anger would spread to them if he was unhappy.
Fortunately, Phoebe was not in the mood to find trouble with these maids. He watched as time passed day by day. When Royd's army finally arrived outside the Imperial City, Phoebe could no longer sit still.
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