The room was quiet, Edward held a thick book in his hand, but his eyes were unfocused.
Edward has always been diligent in his work, even when he was overwhelmed by Donald, he has never been tired. Whether it is agricultural output, food reserves, taxation, military training, floods or conflicts and wars between nobles, everything
No matter how big or small, everything must be done personally.
From the moment he sat on the throne, Edward knew that this was his responsibility. The Solan family's talents were withering, and there were internal and external troubles, so there was no room for slacking off.
However, in these two days, Edward put aside all his affairs. Many official documents submitted by various ministries of the government are still on the table without even looking at them.
It wasn't that the same official document was in the imperial capital and Alesia could handle it, but that Edward suddenly realized that he was really tired.
More than a year after Philip's invasion, the empire was in turmoil.
Countless cities and towns were destroyed by war, and countless citizens were killed by butcher's knives. While the foreign enemies were present, the country was also in chaos internally. Food production was reduced, prices soared, and nobles were intrigued by each other.
If there were a few more years, if there were no constraints from political opponents and the empire was united, he would still have the confidence to clean up the mess and drive out the invading Feili people.
But now...
Edward sighed softly, he seemed to have no time.
Donald has arrived.
As soon as he received the news from Lulian, his air magic ship had already landed in Atlan. It was like an old hyena that smelled the smell of rotting corpses.
The heads of the four major families also came, as did the commanders of the five major knights. There were also those who had the right say in the imperial political circles, and nobles who had enough weight to represent the strength of one party.
Among these people, there may be some who support him, but more of them come to watch, wait, and participate in the re-division of the empire's forces.
A hundred years of imperial power is like a tempting cake, placed in front of these diners.
Edward is actually very open-minded. This has nothing to do with loyalty or morality. He cannot keep the throne of the Solan family. It is his own fault and his own incompetence. He cannot blame others. Especially now that the Fei Lie army has invaded, everyone has to
Think about the future of your family's descendants.
They had given Edward a chance, but fate played a trick on Edward.
He formed three major legions, and before he even had time to join the war, he was already in dire straits due to his involvement in the Lulian war situation.
Looking back at the beginning, I was able to defeat Donald and gain control of the three major legions. It was also because of Lulian.
Only this time, Edward knew that no miracle would happen.
During these more than 20 prayers, there was no movement from Lulian. The last thing they got was the news that after Sophia arrived in Munich, she ordered to assemble the last coalition forces in Munich and march towards the fjord.
When he learned that Roy and others were rushing to the fjord, Edward was somewhat lucky.
At least reinforcements have arrived.
At least not everyone was deceived by Minai.
But as time goes by, this luck becomes less and less. It is almost naive to expect a young man to lead a group of rookies to reverse the situation. It is better to be more down-to-earth. Now all Edward thinks about is two prayers.
The meeting that took place later.
The meeting was held at Donald's request.
He is ready to give the Solan family the final blow at this meeting.
Although people around him, including Moya and Safin, expressed their intention to openly go to war with Donald, Edward refused.
Although the struggle between nobles is cruel, there is a tacit understanding and rules formed over thousands of years.
Normally, I would not let my ancestors' inheritance fall into my own hands, and I would fight to the death with Donald. But now, with the enemy facing us, the situation is pressing. If I choose this time to go to war with Donald, then what will happen?
It is tantamount to pulling the entire empire into the abyss.
This is a betrayal of the entire Solan noble class and an enemy of everyone.
If you do this, even if you win against Donald, both sides will lose. When the time comes, what will you do to compete with the Phillies?
At that time, not only will he lose the throne, but also the entire Solan family.
After all, the royal family is also part of the nobility. Apart from the imperial power, the Solan family is no different from other nobility. Their roots are rooted here, and they share weal and woe with everyone else.
If he abdicates, the descendants of the family will be preserved and some properties will be retained. And Donald's treatment of himself is nothing more than exile.
He didn't have the guts to put himself on the guillotine.
The situation was already like this, and it was already an unrealistic fantasy to expect any miracles. Edward closed the book in his hand, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips. It would be better to think about where it would be more appropriate to exile himself.
Maybe it would be a good idea to go to Farrington to fight the demons.
Just like when I met Roger many years ago.
Thinking of Farrington, Edward suddenly remembered something and took out one of the many official documents on the desk.
Nominally, Farrington is a principality of the Saint Solan Empire. For a long time, Farrington has been fighting against the demons and guarding Farrington Fortress. Logistics are jointly provided by the three empires. The Solan Empire accounts for the majority of them.
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This has created a very interesting situation. Even though the Fei Lie Empire is currently at war with the Solan Empire, it also sent a batch of grain and grass supplies to Solan some time ago.
"Three thousand war horses, two million arrows, eight hundred four-star magic pattern bows, one thousand five hundred strong bows, three thousand lances..."
There is a list in the official document. The number on it is Farrington's share of military supplies borne by the Fei Lie Empire this year. This amount is enough to arm an army. However, for Farrington, it is only enough to consume five
one part.
Especially this year, the demons' attack on Farrington Fortress has become more and more fierce. On several occasions, demons have climbed up the wall of Farrington. It was only with the charge of the Farrington Knights that they were driven down.
of.
This has never happened in previous years.
What's ridiculous is that under such circumstances, some people on Donald's side actually proposed to reduce Solan's supply to Farrington this year, and even proposed to take the batch of military supplies provided by the Phillies as their own and use them as their own.
The war between Solan and Philip.
Naturally, the targets of replenishment are those legions loyal to Donald.
Edward didn't care how ridiculous or crazy these people's calculations were, what he cared about was the calculation itself.
Perhaps three hundred years have been too long, and the Broken Sky Mountain Range is too high, so that these people have forgotten how terrifying the demons are.
It was not a war between nobles and nobles, nor a war between human empires, but a war between races.
The result of that kind of war is the most complete destruction.
Destruction of the entire human race!
Looking at the official document in his hand, Edward was silent for a moment.
Because the empire is in dire straits, the grain and grass supplies that should be allocated to Farrington this year have not been shipped yet. However, they are pieced together and almost ready. They are just waiting for the official signature and order to be issued. Edward raised the quill,
This may be the last thing he can do in this position.
After signing his name on the official document and stamping it with his seal, Edward was just about to put down his pen when he heard a rush of footsteps.
The next moment, the study door was pushed open violently.
There was no notification from the attendants, or even a knock on the door. Under the astonished eyes of the guards and servants at the door, the old general Safin, like a strong bull, rushed directly in front of him.
"Your Majesty, there is an urgent military report from Sophia!" Safin shouted.
Is it finally the last moment? Edward calmly and slowly stuffed the quill in his hand into the mouth of the ink bottle, waved the attendant to leave, closed the door, and then, maintaining the dignity of the king, stood up and stared at Safin.
He was waiting, waiting for the doomed defeat to come.
However, after waiting for a long time, he did not hear the word. But in front of him, the old general Safin seemed to have something wrong with his expression.
Safin's breathing was rapid, and his almost ecstatic eyes and slightly trembling body seemed to be leading the answer to another direction that was unimaginable. He just stared at himself and bit hard.
Teeth. It looks like a volcano that is about to lose its hold.
Edward's eyes changed from calm, to doubt, to disbelief...
"Old guy," the elegant and calm Emperor Edward of St. Solan suddenly cursed, "Don't fucking lie to me!"
Safin grinned and laughed loudly. With a clap of his hand, he slapped the battle report on the desk with a bang!
The ink bottles and official documents on the table all jumped up with shock.
Edward lowered his head and looked along Safin's big hand as he moved away. The rows of words made his brain suffer from a sudden ischemia and he was dizzy.
"The great victory in the Night Canyon, Archduke Adolf broke through the siege, joined forces with Fano, and completely annihilated more than 30,000 people in Fei Lie's Southern Army!"
"Great victory in the fjord! Sophia's reinforcements joined the fjord defenders and annihilated the troops of Muye Zisen. Since then, all five Fei Lie armies in the fjord have been destroyed, the fjord defense line is stable, and reinforcements have arrived one after another!"
And when Edward grabbed the battle report fiercely, the last paragraph pierced his eyes like an unsheathed sword.
"Siege Minai, attack from both front and rear, fighter planes are already in front of us! If we win this battle, we will completely wipe out the enemy who invaded Lulian. The main force of Fei Lie's southern army will be completely wiped out. All the lost ground will be recovered!" He looked at this sentence over and over again,
He murmured over and over again, "These crazy people! These crazy people!"
As he thought about it, Edward felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and his whole body felt like electricity.
Edward laughed, but tears welled up in his eyes.
He looked up at Safin, and the old general's eyes were already full of tears.
The monarch and his ministers just looked at each other with blurred vision, smiling. Their eyes flashed, and even every breath of air they breathed was full of pride.