Chapter 863: The End of the Incompetent (Third Update)
Sakyo smiled and said to a group of cabinet members, "Did you hear what His Majesty the Emperor just said, gentlemen?"
What else can the Prime Minister and the others say? If they don't agree, I'm afraid they will be killed by these weirdos with special abilities on the spot.
Unexpectedly, Sakyo suddenly changed his tone and said, "This is indeed a good idea, but I don't like doing it."
The emperor frowned, "Sakyo, what on earth are you talking about? Didn't you come up with this method yourself?"
Sakyo looked at the Emperor with a joking look and smiled slowly, "Yes, I said it, but it doesn't mean that I will choose this method. It is you who decided to do this."
The emperor felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He stared at Sakyo closely and asked, "Sakyo, what do you mean, are you teasing me?"
Sakyo pointed his fan at the Emperor and said with a smile, "Did you see that this incompetent and ruthless man can easily abandon his subordinates who follow him loyally? You fled back from China in embarrassment, so you must have abandoned them too."
I had countless subordinates as your scapegoats, so I could save my own life. It's ridiculous that such a person could be the Emperor of Japan. His despicable soul is no longer worthy of the name of royalty."
The emperor was shocked and angry, and furiously summoned his katana. Before the samurai armor could be summoned and worn on his body, a large blood flower burst out from his chest, and a sword suddenly penetrated him from behind.
chest.
The emperor had a knife stuck in his body. He staggered forward a few steps and turned back with an expression of disbelief and anger, "You...you..."
Ryunosuke and Xianzhijie, who were standing behind him, looked at him indifferently. Xianzhijie said coldly, "I'm sorry, there is no benefit to us from following you. We would rather serve a more powerful monarch than an incompetent one."
Rest in peace, Your Majesty, maybe you can no longer keep up with this era." After saying that, he drew his sword and stepped forward, a cold light flashed, and a large cloud of blood mist spurted out from the emperor's neck, filled with resentment,
With a look of anger and despair, he slowly fell to the ground.
Sakyo clapped his hands gently, "Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship. It's such a waste for two samurai with such superb swordsmanship to only serve as someone's personal guard."
Ryunosuke and Gennosuke put away their swords and bowed their heads slightly to express their gratitude for this compliment.
Sakyo turned around with a smile, looked at the dumbfounded Prime Minister and a group of ministers on the other side, and said with a smile, "So, what do you think about this?"
A group of people were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they were dripping with sweat. Someone actually assassinated the emperor blatantly in front of them. However, this was no longer relevant. The emperor had not used barbaric force to force them to hand over their power.
.Ten of them were looking forward to the emperor's death. Apart from being surprised, they didn't have much sympathy.
The Prime Minister glanced at Sakyo fearfully, and then bowed deeply. At this time, of course he wisely chose his future stance, or in other words, he had no choice. He was respectful and trembling.
He said, "Dear Mr. Sakyo, we will support you in taking the throne. As the new emperor of Japan, the entire Japanese government will also obey your leadership. In short, everything now is up to you."
The remaining ministers also quickly bowed, echoed the Prime Minister's words, and flattered Sakyo.
Sakyo nodded and said with a smile, "So, where are those Vatican envoys? Take me to see them."
The Prime Minister said nervously, "The Pope has personally brought his people here. Now we have arranged for them to stay at the Congress Hotel. Do you want to negotiate with them? I will make arrangements now."
Sakyo smiled, "No, that would be too much trouble. Let's go directly to the hotel to meet the noble Pope, Ryunosuke. How long will it take before the ceremony is ready?"
Ryunosuke replied, "It will take about two hours, sir."
Sakyo gently spun his fan a few times in his hand and walked towards the door with graceful steps, "Then we still have a little time to have some fun. Let's go. The heroes who came to rescue the beauty should be here soon. Let's
Maybe we should deploy our troops well. Since we want to play, how about playing bigger and betting on a country? Haha, doesn’t it sound crazy?”
Ryunosuke and Gennosuke looked at each other, with a strange smile on their faces, and followed closely.
The Prime Minister and others looked confused and frightened, and cold sweat flowed down their foreheads. They deployed their troops? Is this going to be a war? But who is the enemy? What does it mean to bet a country? Everyone's heart
They all had a bad premonition, and everyone looked at the Prime Minister. What could the Prime Minister say? Seeing that Zuo Jing and the others were walking away, they did not dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly chased after them with a group of ministers.
In the Congress Hotel, the fake pope and a bunch of fake senior Vatican officials were comfortably enjoying the state guest-level treatment provided by the Japanese government. Everyone felt happy and proud. It seemed that they were still very important.
Well, look, the Holy See can't do without itself. All their negotiations with the outside world must be completed by themselves. The "Pope" even really feels that he is the Pope. Other officials have the same mentality. Of course, they don't
What do people who care about the Vatican ask them to do? As long as they leave the Vatican, they can enjoy such god-like treatment, be served delicious food and drink, and be supported by a group of people like stars. Even the head of a country wants to
Looking at their faces politely, as long as they don't go back to that damn place in the Vatican, they are very happy to do whatever they want no matter where they go.
At this time, a lower-level fake official pretended to come in and reported, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Mr. Abe and ministers are visiting. They are in the reception room downstairs, waiting to see you." He said and made a gesture to a group of people.
wink.
The Pope, who was lying lazily on the sofa with his legs on the table and a roast goose leg in his hand, was happily chewing. He immediately stood up straight, found a paper towel and wiped his oily hands, and then wiped them casually.
Then he put his hand under his nose and smelled it. He ran to the mirror and took a look. When he turned around, the old face that was eating happily became as solemn and graceful as if he were turning over a book, and he walked slowly towards the door.
Go.
The remaining officials, who were sitting in a mess in the room eating and drinking, also got up at the same time, hurriedly tidied themselves up, changed their faces, and walked out of the door surrounded by the Pope.
(Everyone, I'm sorry. All kinds of complicated and trivial matters have come one after another in the past few days during the New Year, including work and family matters, so now I can only give you three updates a day. I hope all brothers can understand. After the New Year,
It will return to normal, and then the head will work hard to explode!)