Chapter 841 I don't accept the conditions, it's mine
At least.
When I was flattering to the Majesty on the throne, every nobleman would inevitably give me a few words such as "Good weather, peace and prosperity," but in the past few hundred years, no noble has really given me a sacred man.
These words are regarded as goals that one should achieve... Good weather is something that only the monks can imagine. As for the prosperity of the country and the peace of the people? Oh, of course, that's right, but the "people" here are subjects, not civilians.
Yo?
This is a matter of no mistake.
Throughout history, hundreds of countries on the mainland have been one of the few good countries that can take care of the stability of their subjects. As for the common people, about half a century will become beggars every year??
, Isn’t that a normal metabolism? Where can we get new life without death? Otherwise, you would let those ugly and barbaric old guys who are unable to cultivate land and work in the labour of the land waste food? Where should you put the nobles?
Unfortunately, there are so few beggars this year...
The Minister of Finance of the Kingdom of Touminis sighed again.
There is no way, who made the Kingdom start a large-scale war this year? So most of the guys who were supposed to be begging outside were gently taken into the army by the nobles and went to the battlefield to die.
Of course, in terms of consequence, they will all die, even if they are not on the battlefield, on the streets, on the wilderness, or in other places you imagine or can’t imagine.
But the problem is that there is a big difference between dying on the battlefield and dying on the street...
That is to die on the battlefield, and it requires money!
Symptoms such idiots of militia do not need any fees, but since the lords serve His Majesty the King's army, the rations and armed forces of these peasants basically have to let Romanti pay the bills. This is the kingdom.
Traditional! And the most gritting 'pension's and so on are also indispensable... If those unlucky guys have any relatives, they will symbolically get a few copper plates from the nobles, but the treasury is for this.
What I paid was a gold coin!
How can you not let the nobles enjoy it?
In a national war, for those nobles, the bodies lying on the battlefield are all made up of charming, golden silver money!
Money is wonderful and great. In an instant, it can turn black into white, ugliness into beauty. Aging becomes youth, stupidity becomes wisdom, cowardice becomes warrior, and betrayal becomes loyal. In this world
Everyone praises him, except for one kind of person - the person who pays.
There is only a foundation left in the kingdom's vault. In this way, it may be just copper coins. If the war cannot end quickly... Of course, those nobles will not delay their encroachment on the empire, but before that they will definitely put the original ones in the past.
The things belonging to the king were taken away bit by bit!
And what is our king thinking? Yes, he is busy attacking the empire. The news I just got yesterday was that the twelve cities in the empire, nearly half of the provinces had already planted tulip flags.
The convoy of His Majesty is heading towards a plain. As long as there falls, you can basically hold the entire province in your hand!
"War of ghosts!" The Marquis took his eyes back from the street outside the car window.
Of course, he did not disagree with His Majesty's way of war.
Yes, those metal carts are really powerful. Judging from the battle reports sent back to the inside with magic these days, Jasper is very sure that the effect of those things is definitely not inferior to that of high-level mages, and even surpasses that of
——At least the abilities of twenty or thirty high-level mages may not guarantee that the young Majesty can rush around the empire and be safe and sound, and even occupy a large piece of territory.
But the problem is that just like the decision of His Majesty to go to the battlefield in person, his attacks were also extremely unwise actions.
Jasper was not a soldier, and he didn't know how to march and fight, but he knew the meaning of war, that is, war is not apart from the common praise of justice and honor, or civil and military achievements.
Like doing business, no matter what the process is, the only purpose is to gain benefits! If you can’t get any benefits, then the businessman is just calculating a fool, and war is a fool!
Is it meaningful that even if he destroys the capital of the empire behind his back? There is no way to relieve the country's financial situation at all!
There are many benefits, but the Majesty is taking the most useless one - the kingdom does not need the fear of the empire, and even the money is not needed. Now even if you take back the empire's treasure house, Jasper
The Marquis would not be too happy - because he knew that what the kingdom now lacked is food, steel, and manpower! These are the things that truly support a war. They are also things that can truly benefit the country after the war
Even territory or gold coins are not necessarily more useful than these things!
For a country, even if you have tens of millions of pounds of gold, this kind of thing that cannot be eaten or used is too soft to cast weapons! And those lands...yes, food can grow on the land
, you can dig minerals, but if you use all people on the battlefield, what do you have to use to guard the territory, what do you have to use to grow food, and dig minerals?
If there are those powerful weapons, they should be taken back to defend their territory and shocked those increasingly arrogant nobles. At least more than half of the dukes should be guaranteed to support them, and at the same time, they should try to ensure that they have more capital and money.
Food, and people...
"The real war should be an attack, an attack and an attack, kill all enemies, drink their blood, and use their bones to build a tower that promotes their victory, and ensure themselves? Ha, that's still a war
?”
"Hiss!" The shock of the interrupted thought made the Marquis raise his head and stare at the person who appeared in the seat in front of him at some point, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath of air conditioning.
When did it appear here?
The Marquis clearly remembered that he left home alone and went to the palace to handle affairs. The first time he had not returned to the house for nearly ten days, he just slept at home. Then he sat on and returned again.
However, now there is an additional passenger on his carriage.
This is a very weird guy, almost filling the tall and strong body of the two-seater opposite, at least eight... no, nine feet! Maybe he could hold at least four Jaspers, and in this cold weather he was just wearing it.
A shorts and a robe—or two pieces of leather that were draped over his shoulders and under his lower body, each with a metal buckle, revealing his knotted and scarred muscles, so the Marquis
I had to look up to see him looking down at him, painted with two bright red oily faces.
A terrible face.
The hair on both sides of the head was clean, revealing a slightly red scalp, while the strand of hair in the center seemed to be a large piece of steel wire and then spread out on it, like a strange tree.
Like a plant. His thick eyebrows were thick and bright red, like two balls of flames spewed out of his eyes, and his red eyes were brighter than the pigeon blood ruby on the ring on the hand of the Minister of Finance.
It makes people unable to look at it.
"Who is your Excellency?"
"Me? I'm not a human being."
His voice was hoarse, as if he was stuffed with sand in his throat all the time, making people feel their body tense involuntarily just listening. So this joking answer brought a lot of authenticity.
It makes people feel as if what he said is natural and he is indeed not an individual.
If it were normal, Marquis Jasper would treat him as a mercenary - many of these guys like to use this weird look to scare opponents to supplement their lack of ability. But the problem is,
Will an ordinary warrior have the ability to lurk quietly on the carriage of the Kingdom's Finance Minister without being discovered by anyone?
You know, this car is completely protected by magic, even if it is a bouquet of six or seven rings, it cannot be directly protected by its interference... If someone can do this, it seems that there is no need to be a
What a mercenary?
Could it be that he is just an assassin who came to assassinate himself? Then it is impossible for him to speak out, right?
"Your identity seems to be pretty good." The man asked without hesitation: "Can you meet the emperor of this country?"
"……Yes."
"Take me to see him."
"but……"
The Marquis hesitated for a moment, first thinking about how to let the entourage solve the problem, and then thinking about the fact that the young prince was not in the palace, but in the next moment, all these thoughts were eliminated, because he suddenly understood.
He eliminated the other party's impatientness and knew that if he pushed three times and four times, he would be crushed by this guy immediately.
As for whether those guards can defeat him... even if they can, they cannot guarantee the safety of the Marquis.
Or hand him over to the great wizard in the palace to handle it with full authority... But before that, what excuse should be used to pass the investigation of the inner court knights?
The carriage was still galloping, and after adding a giant passenger, there was no intention of slowing down at all. So a moment passed quickly and the gate of Louvre was already standing in front of him.
But the Marquis' concerns did not come, and the guardians of the palace did not even conduct a conventional inspection - although this did indeed conform to the wishes of the Chancellor of the Constitution. He had always been dismissive of such cautious and excessive things
, I have put pressure on the Knights of the Guards several times to tell them not to waste time for no reason, that is a waste of life, and life is the capital to live.
But now, when he really wanted to enjoy this waste, everything disappeared naturally.
But that's fine, otherwise my life might be explained to these idiots.
The Marquis complained hatefully in his heart... But after all, the carriage would still stop in the small square in the castle, so the wheels stood firm with the squeaking sound. He couldn't help but tremble subconsciously - just as he hesitated whether to get off the car
Before, the giant man had already walked out of the car... He didn't push the door and didn't let the Marquis see his movements clearly. He had already walked outside, and his huge body, which was more than nine feet tall, stood dazzlingly in the center of the square, stretching out.
Come on.
There was no time to consider whether this action would immediately arouse the vigilance of the rotating mage, because the Marquis stared at the man, but suddenly saw three arms stretching out from behind his leather jacket. With his palms, Yaya stretched out with her fork.
He stood there like that, but everyone around him seemed to be unable to see him.
One, two.
three.
Four.
five……
That's right, the five arms... The Finance Minister subconsciously counted it again, and even forgot to breathe. But he finally remembered who he was facing... No, not a human.
He is over nine feet tall, with red hair and eyes...
It's God.
The god in charge of war. The king of war, the plunderer Karigoth!
Just letting that name pass through his heart, the Marquis felt that he was about to cry, and the flesh in his body was trembling constantly at this moment, as if he had no way to think about anything, he could only think of that name, and could only remember that
name.
The raider Karigos is the god of war. An evil god represents the evil of war - not the same concept as the god of war Tampas, which is commonly praised by people. The god of war represents the battle itself, and this god of war represents the war of evil,
Killing, plundering, destruction, and the inauspiciousness brought by all kinds of wars.
But no matter what, He is a true God... Why did a true God come here? Could it be that the war we triggered is now unrighteous? So He comes to enjoy those evils?
My gods bless you...
The Marquis didn't even remember how he got off the carriage and how he took the god into the second floor of the castle. However, after he walked to the reception hall of the palace, he remembered in a daze. His Royal Highness the Prince now
It's not here at all, and the old king has been dead for almost a month... So who do you want to take him to meet?
Before he could figure out this problem, he found that he no longer had to think about it.
Because there are other people in the hall.
The great wizard stood under the steps of the hall, staring at the Marquis with a strange look.
Some were confused, some were angry, and some were unexplained emotions. Such a complex expression appeared on the face that was always cold and indifferent on weekdays, which gave people a strange feeling. Then the Marquis noticed another person.
The leader of the Secret Knights also stood quietly in another corner, with a strange and unspeakable expression on his face.
Before he could speak out, he noticed that everything in front of him had moved.
I vaguely felt that I was rolling. The sky was spinning, and it continued... faster and faster until he closed his eyes hard, otherwise his eyes would be thrown out...
It seemed like a long time later, and it seemed that it was just a moment. The heavy shock of the back made the throat feel sweet and the nose was woody... The Marquis suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of warm and salty liquid, and then inhale desperately.
It took a while before I finally opened my eyes.
The first thing that caught my eye was a layer of misty light, which came from the hand of the great wizard, but on the surface like a thin film, countless ripples kept echoing. The great wizard half-sitted on the ground, holding the magic stick
His hands were also trembling, and his hair was disheveled. From his forehead, a shocking scar appeared from the top to the bottom and continued to gush out of thin air. It slowly flowed down his eye sockets and nose grooves, making the great wizard embarrassed.
Unbearable.
Is it that "what happened" such culture was pressed back to my throat with blood, the Marquis turned his eyes to look at the three people standing in the huge hall.
It's wrong again... it's not a talent.
The raider Karigos was still standing at the door, his five arms were blunt, and he bowed forward as if he had caught something huge, his feet were arching, and his muscles were like a pile of spheres on his skin.
He rolled down and showed his efforts to stop him, but there was nothing before him.
No, it's just invisible... In front of this god, the ground of the castle made of granite strips of one foot thick was collapsing, turning into dust in the space, and then being blown away without a trace... The ground is
In the blink of an eye, there was a pit half a foot deep!
That was a sword.
Five feet long and one palm wide, the sword body is not beautiful, but just the eyes are facing it, you will feel a cold chill in your heart, as if you have been cut by an invisible blade along the gaze.
It hurts his internal organs and is as cold as it is.
And the one holding this sword is a pair of armor.
A set of weird and beautiful armors, with blood-red as the main tone, and the conspicuous color is as eye-catching as a blooming rose; the scales covered with forceful lines pulled down to outline its tall body
The bright red on the breastplate is inlaid with the light gold texture. The shoulder armor carved a pair of double-layer structures that looked like petals, protecting the shoulders, but with a hint of historical heavy and simplicity, and the ordinary
The armor was full of blood-red, and the long skirt almost dragged to the ground, looking like a metal long skirt from a distance.
Another god... The Marquis was trying hard to get up, but his dizzy head really couldn't remember the name that was close to his lips, so he could only shake his head and pour the third existence that was still standing.
,
Unfortunately, I can't see clearly.
The man hid himself completely in the shadows in the corner of the room, as if he had no intention of participating in this inexplicable battle.
"What the hell are you..."
The great mage spoke fiercely, but soon closed his mouth, a new halo added to the shield, and then the Marquis noticed that Vladimi was beside him.