Chapter Ninety-Five: General Iros Sets Out

The nobles and lords of the Tambolance Empire could finally breathe a sigh of relief, because Emperor Deliot had personally offered to allow them to return to their homeland and realm immediately. This credit is largely attributed to Lao Bao, who was killed by the mob, and if it were not for his sacrifice, maybe His Majesty the Emperor would have had some extraneous ideas. After all, it's not easy to have such a grand feast, and it's really not enough to catch a few kittens. Duke Borot was an elector of one party, and he held a high position of power, and his weight on the scales alone was worth five or six petty counts, or even three or four vain petty dukes.

Emperor Deliot knew that governing the country was like cooking a small meal, and since he had brought down such a big fish, it was time to stop and consolidate his position.

As the emperor's father-in-law, Duke Loyle was also very satisfied, after all, the Borot who had fought with him for most of his life had finally become the dust of history. Although the principality itself is still in the hands of that Albert, the other party's milk has not dried up, and it will not become a big climate.

The only one who wasn't satisfied was General Iros. He has great ambitions, but unfortunately he doesn't have enough power. Although he is a general of the Royal Guard, he doesn't really have anything to be proud of. He is a lackey, others come and go when they call him, and when they use him, they will naturally think of it, and when they can't use it, they can only ask for more blessings. He wasn't a duke or earl of the town, and he couldn't enjoy the kind of privileges that were characteristic of the big men in some places. He was a man who commanded the army, but unfortunately the soldiers did not belong to him, but to the emperor.

He had expected the Emperor to consider letting him guard the holy city of Rรปm, but unfortunately it backfired, and Deliot was scheming, and the various forces in that northern city were too large and complex, and it was better to let them govern themselves than spend a lot of energy and time entanglement. The emperor is interested in the taxes paid by the city, and as for what slogans he shouts and what he does, the emperor would rather turn a blind eye.

General Iros was so concerned about the affairs of the Duchy of Borot, of course, there was a purpose, he used to be a subordinate of Lao Bao, and later, relying on his cleverness and ability to drill camps, the emperor took a fancy to him.

Some guys have such an ulterior evil hidden in their hearts, he was a loyal and good dog a second ago, but once he followed a higher master, he immediately turned over and knocked down his original boss. So it was with Iros. the Bearded.

He was afraid that his handle would be shaken out by Lao Bao, and desperately wanted this old guy to return to the West as soon as possible. He was diligent and diligent under Lao Bao back then, and he was also resolute in his work. He has a delusion of persecution, always feels that he is not safe enough, and his life and death are in the hands of others.

Actually, to be fair, Iros really didn't have anything to find fault with when he was with Lao Bao. He was too suspicious, or too much of a desire for power, which is why he became so hysterical.

He did not receive the administration of the city of Rรปm, so he intensified his fantasies about the even more unlikely title of the Duchy of Borot. Emperor Deliot is not a fool, he knows that these people under his command are two pounds, Iros is a vicious dog, can be suppressed by strongmen to exert his maximum strength, or he can one day explode, break free from the shackles, and become a bully who harms one side. His ambition is greater than his ability, and if no one limits him, he will sooner or later kill himself.

Lao Bao's coffin is still housed in the Imperial Capital Church, and according to the common custom on the Bodi continent, after three days of resting for the coffin, it must be transported back to the place of birth. Albert was tasked with the expedition to Kentan, and had to be approved by the Emperor before he could return to his homeland.

The Duke of Loyle and General Iros would never let go of this opportunity, and they did everything possible to make Old Bao's funeral uneventful.

Iros said even more categorically: "Your Majesty, family affairs and state affairs have not been able to be done both since ancient times. Since the new Duke Borot had already been entrusted with a heavy responsibility, it was not time to make an exception for him to take leave of absence to return to China for funeral. According to me, I didn't need to invite this Albert to participate, he has such a heavy burden, and Kentan is a barbaric country of mountains and wilderness, as long as you relax a little, it is equivalent to giving them the opportunity to harm the empire. โ€

The emperor nodded, twisting his beard in a contemplative state, Loyle knew a little bit of his son-in-law's thoughts, and he resolutely went further: "The general's words are true, but Your Majesty is the lord of the entire empire, and only with a degree of relaxation and grace can the Bodi Continent be governed well." After all, the deceased old Borot was also one of the electors, and his principality was even richer in the world, and although the funeral ceremony was a formality, it could not be too hasty. That young Albert is already the new duke, and if His Majesty refuses to ask for it, it will not only be disagreeable, but will also cause dissatisfaction in the future when dealing with national affairs. โ€

"The Duke is right, but when dealing with Borot's family, you shouldn't be merciful. If they were counts, if they hadn't occupied such a rich city, we might have been able to open up the net. But their nail is so dazzling, how can they be powerful if they are not uprooted?How can they govern the great empire if they are not uprooted?" Iros almost gritted his teeth and said, he felt that the emperor still did not pay enough attention to himself, obviously there was such a good candidate to be placed in the Duchy of Borot, but he still had to talk about some laws and rules to let that little A be the duke.

Defot and Loyle both knew that this bearded man had great ambitions, and the Emperor's father-in-law first smiled at his son-in-law, and then said to Iros as if he were reassuring: "Your Majesty and I are very clear of the sincerity of Your Excellency, General. However, the various forces of the Tamborance Empire are intertwined, and if we are the overlord, although we may take advantage of it for a while, we will give up the moral and righteous opportunities to others. Those lords and nobles are no different from the mob in the arena. They can shout long live the emperor with their front foot, and kill the Duke of the Empire with their back foot. They can be fish to be slaughtered, or they can be executioners who kill others. Everything lies in the instigation and drive of the people behind the scenes. They are blind, you have to follow the good path, take the golden mean in everything, and don't think about taking shortcuts. โ€

"The Duke can speak well, and bow down to the wind. But the Kentan country is not a fuel-efficient lamp, if they know that the old duke has died, and the new man has returned to Solo City for funeral, won't these thieves take the opportunity to take action? The death of the old Count of Destini is already well known, and the successor to the throne is a weak little girl, in this case, isn't it very dangerous?" Iros has done his homework very well, and it is estimated that no one in the empire except the emperor is more worried about state affairs than him.

Defot agrees, adding: "According to credible sources, the situation in Kentan is not optimistic. Elves and trolls alike, but what are these pointy-eared Danse Forest for? Their vast forest world has never really belonged to our Tamborance Empire. That elven queen is even more elusive, and her lifespan is so long, we humans are really helpless in some aspects!"

"Your Majesty, although the elves have a long lifespan, it is a pity that their fertility is very low, and they are sparsely populated and do not pose any threat. Although the situation is uncertain for the time being, there is no need to worry too much, we should still focus on the main enemy, and we must not mess up our positions and indulge those who really need to be dealt with. Seeing that the emperor had a rare hint of hesitation, the Duke of Loyle made a decisive intervention to counteract this unnecessary concern.

Deliot groaned slightly, and then ordered: "In this way, the funeral must not be forbidden, and General Iros's worries are also somewhat justified. I am going to send another army to the city of Birti to help strengthen the battle line and destroy the traitor as soon as possible. Who's the right fit?"

Royle knew that the Emperor was definitely going to choose Iros. And General Qiu himself is not stupid, he immediately understood and stepped forward to say: "Your Majesty, I am willing to go to supervise the battle, but I have a small request!"

"General, please. Dilliot had actually guessed a little.

"Your Majesty, though I am the general of the Royal Janissary, the city of Bildti belongs to the countess, and the Duke of Albert has soldiers stationed there. Although all three of us work for Your Majesty, if we act separately, there will still be some problems, not only will the efficiency not be guaranteed, but some decisions will not be implemented. If Your Majesty wants to send me, you must give me the right to rule the whole situation, otherwise I can't do it!"

Iros was not humble or tactful, he was very confident in himself, and he also had a prejudgment of the emperor's next answer. He expected that the emperor would give him the power to make the decision to kill, because the extermination of the rebels was no trivial matter, and the unification of the government decree was a must.

Deliot smiled: "The general is bold, I promise you." But I also have a small request that I hope you will comply. โ€

"Your Majesty, please speak. Iros was in high spirits and gearing up.

"The General is the leader of the Praetorian Guard I have sent, and Albert and the Duchess are the knights of the Imperial Guard. You can lead them, but you can't be arrogant and willful. Everything needs to be discussed in a consultative tone, and don't put yourself in opposition to them unless you have to. If you can do this, I will entrust you with a greater responsibility in the future. โ€

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will keep your teachings firmly in mind, and I will never let you down!" Iros agreed quickly, and forgot it sooner. He had long since begun to fantasize about what it felt like to be on top. During the Northern Expedition to Rom City, there were all kinds of constraints, and now that he was going west to conquer the country of Kentan, he could finally sit on the top spot, and he couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.