The royal capital of Norlan, inside the royal palace.

Puslin III was carefully looking through a piece of information.

It records the beginning of the zombie wave that broke out in Saada and ended with the battle between Erne and the northern kingdoms.

This is the news sent by the secret agents of the Nolan Empire at all levels all over the Miracle Continent.

Since the Nolan Empire is located in the southern corner of the Miracle Continent, it was fortunate to escape this war.

When the entire Miracle Continent was in turmoil, Nolan could instead watch the fire from the other side and sit and watch the kings fight.

As for whether you can reap the benefits of the fisherman, that has to be said separately.

"Haha, you guys are fighting hotly, at the end of your battle, it will be the moment when my Nolan rises!", Puslin III said excitedly as he watched it.

Especially seeing that the neighboring Sada Empire has lost a large area of territory under the zombie tide, the dispute between the two empires and the pig king has become more and more white-hot.

Puslin III could hardly contain the excitement in his heart.

As a small and weak empire located in the remote region of the south, Norrland has basically no glory in the history of the empire for hundreds of years.

Not only because of its geographical location, but also because of its backward slavery system, which could not fundamentally emancipate the labor force.

But Puslin III apparently did not see this, he always believed that the reason why his country could not rise was because of the lack of an opportunity, and he was born with a kind of blind self-confidence.

Now that troubled times are coming, opportunities are just around the corner, but fate is such a thing, how can it make you succeed so easily?

An even greater upheaval is about to be born in the Norrland Empire.

"It's a big deal!", just as Puslin III was still immersed in the dream of the rise of the Empire, a guard hurriedly ran in and shouted.

"What's the matter?", asked Puslin III, with some displeasure.

After all, it's also very unpleasant for you to be disturbed by someone while daydreaming.

Not long ago, a large number of monsters from the mythical era appeared on the other side, but they were concealed by General Jean, who secretly led his men to eradicate these monsters, and finally died in the Lata Mountains.

Now in the entire northern war zone, not only are all kinds of monsters raging, but under the lack of the forehand of the generals, slaves everywhere have revolted! Now they have slaughtered the middle of the kingdom!"

The proof is a detailed account of the cause and effect of the incident to Puslin III.

"What! damn Jean, there is not enough to achieve, more than to fail!", said Puslin III angrily, and his whole face swollen red.

"Ahem", the huge impact made him not recover for a while, and coughed heavily.

Originally, Puslin III was already very old, and he had a serious illness not long ago, but because he saw the battle report between the princes, his complexion has only improved a little recently.

"Poof", angry in the heart, angry and bloody, a mouthful of blood spit out, and immediately fainted in the study.

"Someone, where is the Imperial Doctor!", the guard shouted in fright.

When Puslin III woke up again, he was once again lying on the same sickbed he had been lying on for a long time.

He was back to his previous dying appearance.

"Sure enough, was it just a return to the light before? I was a little unwilling!", said Puslin III with a bitter sigh on his face.

After a long time, he finally realized that he was afraid that he would really not be able to do it this time, and it was time to explain the future.

"Call Prince Morton here, I have something to explain. He said lightly to the guards beside him.

The guards obeyed the order and quickly went down, and soon Prince Morton hurried to the sickbed.

"Father, how are you, are you feeling better now? Prince Morton asked worriedly, with a pained look on his face.

"Hey~", Puslin III sighed secretly, this sigh, I don't know how many vicissitudes of the world contain.

"Father, you will definitely be fine!", seeing this, Mo seemed a little excited to the prince, and hurriedly reassured.

"I know my body, it won't be long, but seeing you like this, I'm relieved to hand over Nolan to you!", said Puslin III earnestly.

"Father!", Mo Dun's expression became even more painful, and his head was lowered, as if he was in great pain.

But beyond everyone's sight, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense, I think you should also know a thing or two about some situations in the north, if it were you, how would you deal with it?", Puslin III asked lightly, obviously a test for him.

"I must have pacified those rebels first, and then weeded out those damned monsters one by one. ", Morton said without thinking.

"Hey, it's still too tender, you should recruit the leaders of those rebels first, and let them be this cannon fodder. Since ancient times, rebellion has never been about fighting, but about gaining greater good.

As long as you give a small number of people great benefits, he will help you solve most of the troubles of those followers! Maybe you don't understand today, but one day you will. ”

Puslin III shook his head and said slowly.

"Father is wise!", Prince Morton said heavily, but he didn't care about it in his heart.

"If it's a repression, who are you going to send?", Pusling III continued.

"General William. This time, the modern prince said William's name without any hesitation.

Even if there was no such thing, he would have tried his best to get William to the frontier.

"Hey~", Puslin sighed again.

After a while, he continued: "I know that you have always been at odds with William, he was a general of my time, and I was able to control him, but you are not, so you are very jealous of him, and I can understand this.

But you definitely can't send him this time, if it doesn't usually happen, you send him to the frontier, I support it, but now it's different.

If he fails, it's okay to say, once he succeeds, he will inevitably go to the next level for the king, and then it will not be as simple as a high achievement. ”

Pusling III shook his head again in disappointment, Morton had really disappointed him.

Seeing the loss and uncertainty in his father's eyes, Morton clenched his fists heavily, as if in this way he could find his dissatisfaction.

Since he was a child, his father has never given him an expected gaze, no matter how good he thinks he has done, there are always thousands of reasons in his father to point out his shortcomings.

I don't know when Morton began to hate such a father, despite the love and respect he once had.

He felt that his father was old, not only physically old, but also old and confused.

At this moment, when the political miracle continent is surging and turbulent, he is still sitting firmly on Mount Tai and has no move.

In Morton's view, this is simply missing the opportunity for Norrland's rise.

He wanted to prove that he wanted to prove to his father with his practical actions that he had grown up to be independent enough.

However, once again, it was his father's disappointed eyes that responded to him.