The guarding knights in bright clothes and angry horses, and the mysterious and awe-inspiring family crests of different colors and shapes, attracted passers-by on the roadside to stop for a while, pointing, and talking.
The carriages were heading in the same direction. They looked like a group of sharks smelling blood.
"Pooh!"
In Atlanta's central square, a young man dressed as a mercenary and carrying a sword on his back spat fiercely on the ground as he watched a carriage belonging to the nobles of Prime Minister Donald's family pass by.
"These damn bastards."
There were crowds of people all around. Everyone looking at the departing carriage was filled with anger and helplessness.
Since the war broke out, Ignorance Hall's bulletin board has become a gathering place for people who are concerned about the war. Whether they are small businessmen, mercenary knights, or even gentlemen and nobles, they all gather here, in groups of three and five.
Heap, inquiring about news about the front line.
Compared with the empire's normal news release channels, Ignorance Hall's news transmission speed is faster. Moreover, you can also hear all kinds of gossip here. It doesn't matter whether these news are true or false, but after listening to it, it is better than
It's much better to be anxious and know nothing.
Once a crowd gathers, some speak and others listen, many angry and grievances can be vented. Words that are usually not dared to be said are no longer taboo.
Just like at this moment, looking at the noble carriages passing by, not only did the young man spit, but there were already curses in the crowd.
Everyone knew that these nobles gathered in Atlanta to force Edward to marry him.
Ever since they learned about the rotten situation in Lulian, even the lowest commoners knew that Edward I might not be able to survive this time.
For many years, His Majesty the Emperor has been bullied to death by Prime Minister Donald.
Half of the imperial government officials are Donald's people. The army, economy, everything is under his control. It can be said that he can cover the sky with one hand.
For a long time, Edward's will could not even reach Mount Huangquan.
Even if it reaches the political cabinet, it is no more than a piece of paper. Even a small clerk dares to put aside the decree and only do what Donald says.
But even under such circumstances, Edward has never been tired. He has never been drunk or drunk. Over the years, the empire has been able to beat the other two empires economically, and it has allowed many ordinary civilians and nobles to truly feel the life.
He has contributed a lot to the improvement of his level.
The hearts of the people were towards Edward. Many nobles were also firm royalists.
Especially after the war broke out. It was the call of the royal family that allowed the empire to form a tightrope to compete with the Feili people and persist until now.
Even many nobles privately admit that the centuries-old imperial power has more centripetal power than people like Donald. And the character and ability of the royal family are much better than those of Donald's lords and generals who only know how to make money and only know how to exploit.
.The completely different results of both sides in the early stages of the war are clear evidence of this.
Since Princess Alessia entered the Holy Maiden Hall, His Majesty Edward also seized this opportunity to work hard to cheer up.
Seeing that the nobles had reached an agreement, and seeing that the empire had formed three new legions, it was about to fight to the death with the Feili people. But no one expected that at this juncture, Lulian's situation would suddenly change in a way
A situation that was close to collapse. It slipped.
The reason why the imperial nobles trusted Edward in the beginning was Lulian's great victory. But now that Lulian has become so corrupt, the lords naturally have doubts about the true leadership of the royal family.
The Dragon Gate defense line was breached, and Lulian died. The Solan royal family has been weak for a long time. After all, it cannot bear the responsibility of leading the Solan nobles.
At this time, even if someone is willing to place the final bet on Edward, this mentality will be shaken when Donald comes to Atlanta in person and puts forward a posture of forcing the palace.
After all, Solan has reached the most dangerous moment. Instead of letting Edward continue to have internal conflicts with Donald on the throne, it is better to let him go.
"That's what I say..." someone in the crowd said, "But these guys have never thought that people like Donald can compete with the Phillies?"
"Humph, once Lulian was defeated, these nobles probably didn't want to continue resisting," someone said. "They watched Donald force the palace, but they just wanted to see Saint Solan become the property of his Donald family, and he would
Take action with all your strength, and no longer sit back and watch like you are now."
"Yes, Donald has been in business for so many years, and the power in his hands should not be underestimated. But since the war started, who has seen their group of people sincerely fighting against the Phillies? Why don't they hide aside and make their own calculations? Look at your majesty.
What a joke? Look at the Fifth Legion..."
In the midst of the discussion, the man who understood earlier nodded and continued: "Besides, Donald and the Vatican don't even wear the same trousers. It's really impossible to defeat him, and there is still room for change."
"Return?" A mercenary sneered, "Just surrender! The final result is just the difference between whether our Solan is occupied by Feili Lao or the Pompeii Empire!"
"Donald is a terrible old dog who cares about this," someone scolded. "He's addicted to being an emperor anyway. From now on, a crown can be added to the family coat of arms. It's so damn disgusting!"
"At that time, we will be the ones who suffer," an elder said, shaking his gray head. "Look at what the south and the Prussian province are like now. Whether it's the Feili people or the Prussian people,
The Pompeii people don’t even think of us Solan people as human beings. When they conquer this place..."
Upon hearing his words, the crowd suddenly fell silent.
"Don't be discouraged, everyone," someone loudly consoled him, "hasn't there been no news from Lulian yet? Maybe we still have a chance!"
"Stop dreaming," a pessimistic gentleman sighed. "Look at how impatient Donald is. Don't you know how bad it is over there? They just know that Lulian has already lost. Before they rush to others now, they must first
Grab everything you can get your hands on!"
"Yes. Minai is a famous general in the Fei Lie Empire. Although I feel very sad, I have to admit that this guy is really a genius," said a freedom knight. "Look at his plan. He's fooling us around. That's it.
Like a cow being led by the nose, where is the chance to resist?"
"Archduke Adolf is in doom this time. Fano is in the Night Canyon, and the fjord has fallen into the hands of Philander. No matter how you look at it, this battle is definitely lost."
People were talking. Their voices became lower and lower.
Even in the hot summer, everyone feels a sense of sadness in their bones.
A hundred years ago, the Solan Empire was so majestic. What a hero the Grand Duke Solan and his army that swept the world were!
At this moment, the statues of the founding fathers are still standing in the square. But what they are looking at is the endless humiliation this country has suffered.
What makes people even more desperate is that even though everyone present is full of passion and wants to fight the Phillies with a knife immediately, the carriages passing by leisurely make this sadness and humiliation...
It added to the helplessness.
At this moment, suddenly, someone outside the crowd shouted.
"Coming, coming!"
People turned around and saw a messenger carrying a mailbox. Escorted by several knights, he was flying like the wind from the direction of Nanmen Street.
The crowd automatically separated in front of them. Everyone's eyes were focused on the messenger.
The messenger didn't look sideways and rode his horse straight to the small building of Ignorance Hall's Atlanta branch. Then he flew up like a kite. After landing, he rushed up the stairs in one stride.
As early as the messenger appeared, the wooden door of the small building had already been opened by the staff of Ignorance Hall. When the messenger quickly walked in, these staff immediately stopped other people who tried to follow in, and closed the wooden door with a bang.
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The sun shines brightly.
Downstairs, people raised their heads. Like silent sculptures, they looked up at the wooden door.
In his eyes, there is anxiety, expectation, worry and sadness.
No one spoke, and no one moved even a little. Everyone just watched and waited quietly. Some people held hands, clasped their fingers, and relied on each other. The women lowered their heads and lowered their heads.
Praying loudly. A clear and sweet voice sounded. It was a young girl singing a prayer hymn.
A few pigeons cooed and flew up, passing over the heads of the crowd and joining the flock of pigeons flying from the bell tower. The lonely pigeon whistle echoed over the city, over and over again.
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When the carriage drove into the castle where Edward was staying, Donald, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, opened his somewhat slack eyelids, lifted the curtains, and took a look outside.
Thirty heavily armed knights in shining armor were guarding the carriage.
Four flag bearers and eight trumpeters walked at the front of the motorcade. The fluttering heraldic flags sounded in the wind as the motorcade moved forward.
On both sides of the castle road, there were several noble carriages parked to avoid the situation.
One by one, nobles familiar to Donald or not familiar with them were getting off the carriage and saluting this way.
Donald's face was hidden behind the curtains, looking at these people expressionlessly. It wasn't until he saw a Earl named Ebut that his indifferent eyes relaxed a little.
He even opened the curtains and nodded to Ebte.
A gleam of joy appeared on the face of the forty-year-old, thin, goatee-bearded nobleman. His waist bent even lower, and the expression on his face became more and more respectful.
The carriage passed the castle gate, and Donald lowered the curtains, with a tired and proud smile on his face.
Donald is in his sixties and has always been well-maintained. He usually looks younger than people ten years younger than him. His thirty-year career at the peak of power has given him a natural aura of calmness and self-power.
, like an eagle, like a wolf, like a tiger. Also like a mountain.
Sometimes, people not only wonder how such a person could fall.
This is a question with no answer.
In the past thirty years, everyone who had gone against Donald was dead. Many of them did not even pose the slightest threat to him. Donald just stretched out his little finger and pressed it lightly, which was enough to make each of them
The family with a long history and heritage was wiped out.
Family destruction is a common outcome for Donald's opponents.
And these hatreds, these blood and fire, these miserable cries that echoed over the Solan Empire also gave Donald a hard and cold shell.
No one has the courage to explore what is under this shell. Only at this moment, when a person is sitting on a carriage with a relaxed expression, can he realize that this powerful minister who has ruled the Solan Empire for thirty years is still unable to withstand the sharpness of time.
Blade, he is old.
Especially in the past year, Donald has found that he is aging very quickly.
The skin on his face has begun to relax, and his eyelids droop like those of an ordinary old man, causing his slender eyes to gradually take on a triangular shape. His eyes have become cloudy, and his energy is not as good as before.
Donald tapped his hand lightly on the smooth rosewood armrest of the carriage and sighed.
I have waited too long for this day.
But luckily, I finally waited.
The carriage circled the beautiful lawn in front of the castle. It drove along the gravel road towards the main building with a gable shape, gray walls and red roof. There were many carriages parked in the castle. Some nobles were standing on the roadside, and some were standing.
On the lawn, there were groups of three and five, talking in low voices.
When they saw this carriage, everyone stopped and focused their attention.
These eyes are very complicated, but also very familiar. They are like the eyes of the audience when they see an unrivaled and victorious knight enter the arena in a knight's competition.
Whether it is admiration, envy or hatred, they are just spectators who cannot affect the outcome of the game.
When the carriage stopped in front of the building, Donald did not get out of the car immediately.
He was sitting in the carriage, imagining his opponent - the emperor who was more than ten years younger than him and looked like an elegant scholar. Perhaps he was standing behind a certain window at this moment, watching him.
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Donald suddenly had an unreal feeling.
For thirty years, he once forced this opponent into a corner where he could only be passively beaten. Whether it was his vigorous youth or his deep and reserved middle age, he was no match for him.
But he is tough enough.
Even though he was bruised and bruised, and even became a disdainful joke in the eyes of the imperial nobles, he would cling to that last corner and never quit the last step.
Ten years ago, Donald felt that the time was ripe to abolish the royal family and replace him. But ten years later, Edward is still sitting on the throne that he yearns for infinitely. Even if he is just a puppet. And even if he has the power in the world, he still
Stand under him and salute him.
Especially since the outbreak of the war, Edward has even gradually regained some of his disadvantages by relying on several victories and the opportunity of Aleshia joining the Holy Maiden Temple.
Even the three major legions formed with the whole country's efforts fell into his hands.
Donald knew his own strength very well. In politics, no one was his opponent. In terms of the number of troops in his hands, he also had an absolute advantage in numbers. But if a war really broke out, he felt that he might not be Edward's opponent.
Generals like Safin, who can and can fight, are the most determined royalists. As long as they are here, if you want to break out and take action, you have to think carefully.
The chances seem to be getting slimmer and slimmer.
Not only did the nobles support Edward because of their common enemy, Philip, but there were also behemoths like the Langlys family outside, who were also eyeing Edward's throne closely.
Donald does not think he is qualified to compete with Langris. The reason why he has been planning diligently is just because in the world of aristocrats, it is not who has the biggest fist who can occupy that position. Sometimes, the right time, the right place and the right people, chance
A coincidence can make a person or a family successful.
And most of them are unwilling to accept it.
For thirty years, I have pushed my opponent into a corner but failed to achieve the final victory.
Now, for Donald, as long as he can sit in this position, even for just one day, it is enough to add a crown to the family's coat of arms.
However, just when he thought his chances were getting smaller and smaller, he didn't expect that in a twists and turns, this opportunity would suddenly appear in front of him.
It was indeed sudden, and now Donald was sitting in the carriage, just chewing on this unreality.
Lulian lost.
In fact, from the moment Adolf was attacked and trapped, Donald thought that this might be an opportunity. But he never expected that the famous general of the Fei Lie Empire would make such a clean move. With one strategy, he could easily defeat the entire city since the great victory in Meiding City.
The Lulian Army, which the Chinese people had always placed high hopes on, was sent to the grave.
When the news came, Donald's first reaction was to wait.
But these nobles and counselors under their command all felt that they could not wait any longer. When Lulian was corrupted and Fei Lie's army marched north, the whole country was in grief and indignation, and the call for unity to fight the enemy began.
Giving Edward another chance to continue.
Moreover, when the formation of the three major legions is completed and this power is in hand, Edward will be more confident. By then, even if he wants to break up, it will be too late.
Therefore, now is the time.
And, it’s only now! The opportunity is fleeting.
While the news about Lulian has not completely spread, while only the nobles know the news, and before the Langlys family has time to reach out, I will seize the opportunity first and force Edward to abdicate and replace him!
Closing his eyes, he thought about the entire step until he was sure that everything was in order. A cold smile appeared on the corner of Donald's mouth. Although it was a bit sudden, he had been preparing for thirty years. It was time to make a final appearance.
The gate of the palace has been pushed open.
All he needs to do is to step forward, step onto the throne that he has dreamed of for thirty years, and sit on it!
The car door opens.
A ray of sunshine shone in.
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