After Becoming The Tyrant CH 126 A Reward
"I ordered Hawkins and the others to attack the Lowland Alliance."
The Western Expedition of the Holy Empire was too heavy a topic. The King got up and walked to the map hanging on the wall. On the map, the cross symbols were almost distributed throughout the land on the east coast of the Abyss Strait. The King drew a line between the Lowland countries and the Holy Spirit Bay, and another line between Legrand and the Lowland countries.
"The Lowland Alliance has already cost us a heavy price in the Northland Rebellion. It is an outpost of the Holy Court. Before the war begins, we must destroy this eagle eye."
"The battleships of the Holy Court are stationed in the Lowland Alliance." General Johan said, "It will not be easy to attack it."
"So it can only be a surprise attack." The King said lightly, "In their eyes, we are just ants, and ants will only build a city wall in vain before the flood and fire come, trembling with shield in hand. How could the tiger think that the ants would be so arrogant? And take the initiative?"
General Johan was slightly taken aback.
He glanced at the Queen Mother Eleanor. What the King said just now gave them a sense of familiarity, as if the one standing in front of the map was not the King, but the lion of the empire. The Duke of Buckingham had fought all his life, and his bloodlust and courage were beyond ordinary people. He could often make amazing moves under critical situations and win miraculous victories in the most deadly of odds.
General Johan was a little bitter and a little happy.
"Time?"
General Johan asked, since the King had decided to launch this raid, then as the highest person in charge of Legrand's military after the King, he must immediately make various follow-up arrangements.
"As soon as the Dragon Wing Battleships return, launch an attack immediately." The King said, looking at the Lowland countries on the map, "The battleships of the Holy Court have not appeared on the battlefield for nearly a thousand years, and we must be most cautious about their combat power. Have those idle astrologers make observations and divinations immediately."
"The astrologers have been monitored and checked, and the problematic astrologers have been resolved." General Johan bowed slightly.
"This raid is a secret operation and does not need to go through the parliament, but it needs the cooperation of the southern Free Chamber of Commerce…..Using the excuse of protecting the Legrand chamber of commerces, which was economically damaged during the Black Death, from now on all merchant ships that meet the displacement standards will be temporarily taken over by the royal family, the chamber of commerce will go north to act as cover for the raid."
"The Dawson family is very familiar with the central route of the Abyss Strait, and I will have someone supervise him to take charge of this matter."
General Johan took note.
After making a series of arrangements, the King paused and turned his attention to Queen Mother Eleanor: "Besides that, I need your help, Mother."
"Do you want the sun or the moon? My dear child." The Queen Mother Eleanor stepped forward, and she gently stroked her son's face with her hand. "You know, no matter what you want, I will definitely give it to you."
"I need you to go to Bomari."
The King gently hugged his mother.
"It's time for our warriors to wake up."
"I will wake them up and bring them back. Your Majesty."
Queen Mother Eleanor said.
The King clapped his hands, and the Head of the Households walked in lightly. He took the written order from the King. General Johan withdrew with him. The officials were waiting, and the treasury secretaries were already calculating the southern commerce and the effect of the operation.
In the cold Rose Palace, more than a hundred officials received orders to enter the palace in the morning. From the moment they stepped into the palace, the royal guards had already stood silently in front of the door.
The King's officials were not unfamiliar with this situation. The King was notorious for his willfulness and unreasonableness. Whether it was the first national census or the later statistics on the church economy, the King's behavior was always like this——they could forget about stepping out of the Rose Palace before completing the work.
However, this time, the keener of the finance officials still noticed something was wrong.
As the Head of the Households conveyed the King's own orders one after another, the clever finance officials began to feel a little terrified.
What kind of commercial trade was needed to recruit so many merchant ships with a displacement of more than 100 tons? Why did protecting commerce require sailors to prepare so much rations? This was clearly a naval battle campaign!
When they looked up at the royal guards standing at the door of the room, their hands never leaving their hands on the hilt of their swords, the finance officials clearly felt the cold bloodlust from them. They finally understood that this time the King asked his soldiers to guard them, it was not to supervise them to finish their work quickly, but to keep it secret.
The King was determined to secretly launch a naval battle by bypassing the parliament.
Who was His Majesty's target?
The stern soldiers glanced over, and the finance officials didn't dare to think about it any more. They hurriedly lowered their heads and began to get busy as if they didn't know anything.
Queen Mother Eleanor quietly left the city of Metzl the next morning.
The King had to attend an imperial court meeting, and General Johan saw Queen Mother Eleanor off.
In front of the city gate, Queen Mother Eleanor, wearing a cloak and a hood, was surrounded by a team of Iron Rose Cavalry. She looked at her nephew and smiled slightly: "You are very similar to him. He taught you and His Majesty well."
General Johan held the reins and did not answer.
"He once said before," Queen Mother Eleanor took a deep breath, she raised her head and looked at the bright sky, "I hope I can die on the battlefield against the gods. So…..child, don't feel guilty, that was his own choice."
She took a deep look at General Johan, who had always been very strong and reliable.
Perhaps because of the keen intuition of motherhood, the Queen Mother Eleanor noticed emotions that General Johan had never shown.
General Johan once comforted the King that the death of the Duke of Buckingham was not his fault. But he himself fell into the abyss of regret, he couldn't help thinking all the time. If only he had insisted to the end that time, and fought in his father's place. In that way, would his father stull be safe and sound?
He was also just a silly kid.
Queen Mother Eleanor thought.
She didn't get along very well with the Duke of Buckingham in the past, and they didn't like each other very much. However, the Queen Mother Eleanor remembered that the young Duke of Buckingham, who was about the same age as General Johan now, led an army of less than a hundred people, and stubbornly stayed behind to buy time for everyone.
Such a proud person was destined to step on that glorious battlefield from the very beginning, and he was destined to burn in the raging fire together with his comrades-in-arms.
"Go and plant the royal Rose flag on the Kingdom of God for him!"
She raised her whip high, the horse neighed, and charged out.
The wind rolled up Eleanor's cloak and it flew like a tide. The first ray of sunlight fell on her long and slashing brows, which were as black as knives. Eleanor in battle armor and carrying a spear was the real Eleanor.
That was the Iron Queen who led the Kriyans to establish a country amidst the blood and fire.
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After the imperial court meeting ended, the King walked in the long corridor of the Rose Palace, the cold wind blowing at his figure.
He was a little used to turning his head to discuss something with someone. But when he turned his head and saw the oil painting hanging on the left side of the corridor, he paused and continued to walk forward alone.
The Head of the Households followed behind him, and sighed in his heart with some distress.
He took the initiative to speak up and reported the progress of the finance officials' work.
"Have the overseas spies continued to send news back?"
After listening, the King asked another question.
The Head of the Households shook his head. Since the establishment of the Holy Empire, it had become very difficult for them to obtain news from the other side of the Abyss Strait: "Is Your Majesty thinking about Ferri III?"
"There is a problem with the Holy Court's attitude."
The King said indifferently, as he rounded a corner.
The sun fell on him, and he stopped to look at the rose bushes that were gradually flourishing as the weather got warmer, and saw an early rose bud.
"Do you intend to try to save that Mr. Ferri III? Your Majesty."
A cheerful voice came from behind. It was impossible for the Head of the Households to speak like this in front of the King.
A pale hand stretched out from the side, and touched the rose bud that the King was looking at, and a bright red rose bloomed on the branch in an instant. The man broke off the rose and gave it to the King.
"I thought you should be in hell right now?"
The King took the flower and raised his eyebrows slightly to see the Devil quietly appearing beside him.
He should have thought that when the Devil promised him so happily to stay and deal with the matters in hell that day, there must have been something fishy going on. At this time, the corridor was quiet, and the Head of the Households was clearly standing not far from them, but he seemed to have been frozen. Except for the place where he and the Devil stood, other places only showed the dim colors of black and white paintings.
The Devil stood in front of him, his black suit returned to normal, his face paler than before.
But the King intuited that the Devil at this time was stronger than previously.
"Ah, I thought my arrival was a delightful surprise for you?" The Devil complained half-truthfully, "Can't you be nice to a knight who just fought to the death for you?"
"Do you need me to create a rose medal for you as a reward?" The King asked back.
"If you wish."
The Devil accepted it with a smile, but under the King's gaze, he still threw up his hands in surrender.
"Okay, Mela has recovered, and the matters in hell are temporarily handed over to it. Although that guy is a bit stupid, the remaining little things are easily dealt with."
The King examined the Devil, and kept feeling that this guy had hidden a lot from him…..For example, what was Mela's identity? Why did it always remain in the form of a crow before? And this time after the hell lords were cleaned up, how did it recover?
The Devil smiled like a mask, flawless and impenetrable.
"So, my dear Majesty, do you want that Ferri III to live?"
The Devil changed the subject.
The King looked at the Devil for a while, then nodded slowly.
These days, he had always felt that there was something wrong with the Holy Court's attitude…..In his opinion, on the matter of the pursuit of Ferri III, it seemed like it was not the Holy Court's decision, but more so the Pope's own killing intent towards Ferri III. This was very strange. The Holy Court's pursuit of Ferri III could be explained by political factors, but what was the reason for the Pope's intention to kill Ferri III?
Whether it was for the battle situation or for this oddity, the King believed that Ferri III would be a subtle but extremely important pawn in the whole situation.
Perhaps it should be called intuition. The King believed that Ferri III must remain alive.
The appearance of the Devil for this purpose further confirmed this point.
——The King didn't think the Devil had any mercy at all. He had always been profit seeking.
"You know, I've always been happy to carry out any will of yours." As if knowing what the King was thinking, the Devil smiled as always, and he stretched out his hand to hold the King's wrist, "However, as a devil, to save people, it will cause me to be laughed at if it is spread out. So, it is not too much for me to ask you for a reward, right?"