Just as King Leighton thought, King Sloth Grad was indeed mad.

Family members, who understands!?

He offered such good conditions to the drow and this is what happened?

Not only did he fail to open a gap in the Black Nest Empire, he even paid for a fortress and five cities. Who can withstand this?!

Grad re-contacted Magrilla, but the other party said that due to the failure of the offensive mission, the drow had suffered heavy losses. She had been temporarily revoked from her position as an elder, and would also be imprisoned in the dungeon for a hundred years. However, she revealed to Grad

One piece of news is that the drow have not given up on the main material plane, but they have to wait and see.

"It's a waste of time to wait and see!"

Grad roared angrily and threw the deformed golden bowl on the ground, trembling with anger.

If you wait and see, he will perish!

These drow elves are indeed a foreign race, and they are indeed unreliable!

"Father, don't be angry."

Howard heard the commotion in the palace, and hurriedly finished today's guard duty and came back to care about his father. He ordered his soldiers to pull the pure gold bowl over again, and pushed the gold bowl in front of Grad.

, softly comforted:

"Father, if you are angry, smash these bowls as hard as you can, but don't let your anger break your body. The empire cannot live without you!"

"Smashing these bowls is useless!"

Grad looked unhappy: "These bowls can't be smashed! What's the use?"

"At least it proves that they are indeed pure gold."

Howard's answer made Grad's beard tremble.

He swore that if the thing in front of him was not his son, he would kill him immediately with a sword.

It took several deep breaths to suppress the feeling that was stuck in my throat.

Grad sat back on his throne like a puddle of mud and sighed:

"Now we can only place our hope in His Majesty Leighton. Didn't His Majesty Leighton say anything about the drow?"

"he is very angry."

Howard glanced at his father and said cautiously:

"However, he feels that the Slot Empire has already paid the price and there is no need to punish him any more. However, he requires you to provide more troops. The previous elites were not enough. Now the elites from various countries have gathered in the Leighton Empire and will be deployed in the Three Kingdoms.

When the Queen of Heaven came to join our forces, King Leighton said that by then he would see you forming an army of at least 100,000 people."

"One hundred thousand people? Haha."

Grad looked gloomy and threw another golden bowl out, hitting the far wall with a bang.

"He obviously doesn't punish, but secretly he has planned to hollow out our Slot Empire... How many Chosen troops do we have now?"

"Report to father, we have an army of 50,000 Chosen Ones. The number is still increasing, but it is not that fast anymore."

"Why so little?"

Grad raised his eyebrows: "I remember that the number of chosen ones who came to our royal city alone was almost 200,000. It has reached the point where we cannot count them."

"Yes, father."

Howard picked up the golden bowl on the ground and said while picking it up: "But not all the chosen ones are willing to be our soldiers. Many of them just want to live in confusion, or become adventurers, travelers and the like.

Wandering, what they want is freedom, not rules."

"What a freedom, freedom be damned!"

Grad cursed loudly.

The roar exploded like a giant hammer, making the whole palace buzz.

Howard shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.

"Don't you want to be free? Okay!"

Grad, whose face was as red as a monkey's butt with anger, gritted his teeth and said: "If you keep the chosen ones who are willing to join the army, and drive out those who are unwilling to join the army, don't you want to take risks? Don't you want to just hang around? Then let them

Get out and hang out! Don’t be a moth in my empire that is riddled with holes!"

"This...Father, this is not good..."

Howard was thinking that he had initially established friendship with the Chosen Ones. Although most of the Chosen Ones were unwilling to be restricted in their freedom, they were also willing to fight for Slott when the Slott Empire was attacked. Now he would give all the benefits

Reversing the policy and only giving it to those chosen to join the military will definitely cause public outrage.

Grad probably doesn't know yet.

The current strength of the chosen ones has generally reached level three, especially those who love adventure and go around killing monsters. This not only solves the problem of towns and cities being threatened by monsters, but also makes local residents have a stronger sense of belonging to the lord, the king and the empire.

powerful.

It's just that obviously, Grad is so angry that he has lost his mind.

"Nothing bad."

Grad looked at Howard coldly and said word by word without any doubt:

"Do it now!"

...

Howard left the palace accompanied by his knights.

Standing at the gate of the palace, he lowered his head, clenched and unclenched his fists, unclenched and clenched them again.

In the end, all the unwillingness turned into a sigh.

Those who achieve great things are most afraid of wavering and hesitation.

This is what Grad once taught him.

But now the wavering person became his father, Grad.

Howard has always insisted on maintaining a friendly attitude with the Chosen One. He knows that this will bring a lot of pressure to the empire, but in the long run, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. But now everything he planned has come to nothing, just because of Grad

of a sentence.

This is the most painful part for Howard.

Grad asked him to supervise the country and delegate power to him, but he clung to the veto power.

What is the difference between this and no delegation of authority?

Everything he does is just a derivative of Grad's will, and he will always be just Grad's shadow.

If that's the case, it's better to let him be a happy prince.

Now this state of neither getting better nor getting worse makes Howard really sick.

Today's events finally made Howard feel a little resentful towards his arrogant father.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?"

The two personal knights naturally knew how much sacrifice Howard had made in order to win over the chosen ones, so they also felt sorry for Howard.

"What else can we do? Do as your Majesty says."

Howard walked out step by step with a cold face.

In the afternoon of that day, an order was sent from the Royal City of the Slot Empire and was transmitted through the communication crystal to all cities still under the rule of King Slot.

There are two main contents of the ban.

First: All chosen ones must join the Slot Chosen Legion, otherwise they will not be able to enjoy the welfare policies of the Slot Empire.

Second: All registered Chosen Ones who have not joined the Chosen Ones Legion within three days will be prohibited from entering the city and will be deemed as illegal and deported. Once the Chosen Ones who have not yet been registered are found in the city,

He will be shot dead on the spot.

Parallel to this ban is an order to mobilize troops.

Each territory and town gathered a total of 50,000 regular soldiers through the teleportation array to King Slot City according to their basic strength.

Once the ban and troop deployment order were issued, the whole country in Slot was shocked.
Chapter completed!