Why did William want to go to Rhine City to kill someone?
Of course, it was to prove his strength and his determination to go against the Iron Nation.
The assassination that everyone knew about was his proof of allegiance. It was the basis for William's cooperation with Nedrick.
The Iron Nation had been creating trouble at the border, creating a tense situation. But this was done intentionally. They wanted to delay time more than the Black Lava Nation.
Goethe Nasis wanted to get rid of the remaining aristocrats. He wanted to rope in the chosen ones to work for him.
Delaying time seemed to be beneficial to both parties. But the longer the Iron Nation delayed, the more stable the internal situation would be. The Iron Nation, which had more soldiers, would be stronger. But the Black Lava Nation would give up some losses and take the initiative to attack first. The results would be better.
Nedrick definitely knew about the internal situation of the Iron Nation. But he did not have the courage to do so. He wanted to use gentle methods to solve the problem of the throne.
Now that William, an outsider, had pointed out the secret, he naturally understood that time was pressing. If he could decisively send out his troops, many unexpected things might happen.
For example, would the unwilling aristocrats of the Iron Nation have the courage to rebel?
Inside the black palace.
Nedrick looked at the sand table and smiled. "If we really take down the Iron Nation, why does the Lord of the City of Dawn think that I will give him one-third of the spoils of war?"
Renekton said in a low voice, "Because of the large number of chosen ones and his own identity. Of course, as a neutral Lord, he will not ask for land."
"Do you think that even if 50,000 chosen ones appear on the battlefield at the same time, can they destroy a legion?"
Renekton said again, "No, those Chosen Ones are just a bunch of loose sand. They are not a match for any army. "Even if they can revive after they die, I have observed them. Some of them don't want to fight anymore after dying. Their strength has weakened. This shows that they are very timid."
"Do you think that Marquis Chris will listen to him?"
Renekton hesitated and said, "No. But in the face of the general situation, Marquis Chris must be completely loyal to you."
Nedrick, who was dressed in a black robe, laughed. He laughed happily. "A half-elf with a dirty bloodline? Why should I share the spoils of war with him? I have placed the spoils of war on this land. Will he dare to lead his troops to snatch them? "
"Your Majesty is wise." Renekton knelt on one knee. There was only worship in his eyes.
…
William didn't know what Nedrick was thinking, and he didn't care if Nedrick would abide by the agreement.
At this time, he had already arrived at the mansion of a count.
A young man dressed in a luxurious black robe was serving him tea and pouring wine.
William drank a mouthful of fruit wine and smiled. "Curry, you're a Count. You'll lose face if your servants see you like this."
Curry glanced at the scantily clad female slaves, waved his hand to dismiss them, and smiled indifferently: "My respect for Sir is like that of a mortal to a god, far from being expressed by pouring tea and wine. I hope Sir Lord can understand."
"Curry!"
"Yes." Curry saw that William's tone was serious. He immediately stood up and came to his side to listen.
William played with the wine glass and suddenly said: "Do you only want to be a Count in this life?"
"Gulp!"
Curry gulped and said excitedly, "I still want to be a marquis …"
"Just a Marquis?" William sighed in disappointment. He stood up and was about to leave.
"My Lord!" Curry suddenly knelt on one knee in front of William, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice: "I have 1000 soldiers under me, and they aren't very strong. I know how strong a person is in order to have the same level of ambition."
At this moment, Curry's eyes lit up as he looked at William and continued: "But I believe in my Lord. If my Lord supports me, I can stand higher and see further. I also believe that my Lord doesn't just want me to be a marquis."
William sat back in his chair and said with a playful expression: "Then what do you think I want you to do?"
"My Lord wants me to be your dog. If my Lord wants me to be a Marquis, I will be a Marquis. If my Lord wants me to be a Duke, I will be a Duke. But no matter what, I will always be my Lord's dog." Curry prostrated on the ground, his eyes filled with the desire for power.
If one wasn't a true aristocrat, they would never know the feeling of having power. How awesome it was!
That was right.
It was awesome!
This was a very simple word.
But it could clearly express everything.
You could imagine the most beautiful woman in your territory, the goddess in other people's eyes. She would climb into your bed in the middle of the night and use all kinds of methods to please you.
You could say that a deer is a horse, and all the people with a lower rank than you would have to suck up to you. They would say that you are right and that the deer is a horse.
You could do whatever you want. You would be the King of your territory.
The prerequisite was that these rights would only be effective in your own territory.
Curry wanted to have more power!
William also smiled, a smile that was almost the same as Nedrick's. He lifted Curry's chin with the tip of his foot and looked into his eyes, which were full of desire. He chuckled. "Remember, as a dog, you have to understand that even if you are the future king, you are still my dog. You are just a dog whose power has been taken away from me. "However, it is still a little difficult for you to become the King. But at least you can become the most powerful person under the King."
Curry was almost trembling as he prostrated on the ground. He kept kissing William's shoes, as if he was trying to lick all the dust off his shoes.
William kicked him away and raised his eyebrows. "Tell Marquis Chris that I want to see him tomorrow night in the king's city. I want to see him alone."
"Understood, I will do it now." Curry crawled backward until he reached the door. He stood up and left.
Because once he walked out of this door, he would still be a noble that commoners could not reach.
Ever since Curry made the first deal with William, he had discovered William's ambition.
In the following year, William's ambition was like the City of Dawn. It rapidly expanded and became stronger. It was even comparable to the two human nations.
Curry understood one thing very well.
This half-elf prince not only had the support of the Elfin royal family, but he also had the ambition of a human.
At least, Curry believed that if he made the right bet, he could really become a Marquis who was above tens of thousands of people. He might even have a chance to become the King.
Curry also understood that if he did not change, he would reach the end of his Count status. If he wanted to climb higher … it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
But he had ambition. He had the ambition to climb higher!
Power!
How fascinating was this?
Only when one had power would he be able to taste the wonderful feeling of having power.
This was also the key reason why many people in power did not want to give up their power, even if they were about to die of old age.
"From Master's arrangements, it seems that he wants to start a war. He wants the two nations to go to war so that he can benefit from it. But what does Master intend to do to make both nations fall into his hands?" Curry could not understand.
He also knew that this was not what he should think. His strength was very average. Hence, he was like a dog, trying to think of ways to deceive Marquis Chris.
William watched Curry leave, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
The aristocratic system was not very good, but he liked it very much. He had never intended to overthrow the aristocratic system.
"Since I have become an NPC, I have to understand one thing. I only have one life!"
William stood up and narrowed his eyes. "If I want to control my own fate, I have to first become a controller of power and authority."
He clenched his fists. The power in them could destroy an ordinary wall. He shook his head. "It's not enough. I don't have enough power and authority. I don't even have the ability to destroy a city wall. What do I count for in this world?"
"What I want is not that simple …" William walked out of the door and looked up at the sky. No one knew how big his ambition was.
Perhaps.
How high the sky was …
How big was his ambition?
Perhaps.
It was not that simple.
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