Chapter Ninety-Nine: There is no Tarun by the Emperor's side
Carignan couldn't figure it out, because the angel in black and the 'elf' spirit ranger worked closely together, the former was in charge of writing forged letters, and the latter used hypnotism to make the prime minister's only bargaining chip. The Praetorian Guard was firmly in their control.
The so-called plan to besiege the Duke's Palace at that time had already been discovered by the angels in black and Krees, and they would plan accordingly. After obtaining the consent of Albert and the 'Woman' King, they decisively carried out a counter-siege. Those Praetorian Guards were dressed in the most luxurious and sturdy armor in the Empire, but they could not resist the attack of nature.
With the help of the angel in black, Krees and the others successfully simulated the human body with their own minds, so as to make the performance of this drama 'sex' more unexpected.
This ability of his is obviously not very decent, but since he has not been accepted by the Liberal Arts, it makes sense to do what he wants.
At the moment, Albert had two major decisions to make: the first was what to do with the prime minister, Carinnan, and the second was how to give the Gironde family a generation, because Ann's son, Fabio, had killed their patriarch with poisoned wine.
The military advisor Talen Crawford came to Xiao A's side, and whispered in his ear: "Neither of them can be killed, but neither can be released. You can ask the angel with great power to do him another favor, let him continue to forge letters and send them back to Emperor Diviot in the imperial capital.
"But this can't be hidden for long." Albert didn't quite understand what the military advisor meant.
"We don't need to do anything to hide for a long time, Solo City can't be defended on its own after all, and Hope Island is still the best choice."
"You've talked to Your Majesty."
Tarun nodded slightly: "Yes, the reason why we want to take Carignan is to gain enough time to recover and prepare.
"He's the Emperor's teacher in the past, can't we make more use of it?" Albert and Tarun had retreated to a secluded place, and the pacification work in front of the stage was temporarily 'handed over' to his mother and Adrian.
"The emperor, he is the lord of the six relatives, even the queen Isabella who has been married for so many years can be abandoned.
"What about the Antonio family, what should we do?" When Albert said this, he seemed a little distressed, because he and Lao An inadvertently became 'friends', and the sick old man sometimes made Xiao Ah miss his father.
"This time we suddenly returned to the city of Solo, and the people were obviously very nostalgic. This means that your father's statecraft was good, and we must carry forward this resource and advantage.
"What should we do? Those business families only know their own acres and threes of land, they only know how to grow their own business, and in their eyes there is no principle at all. You say that those people support us, which may not be false, but the power of the people is limited after all, because the economic lifeline of the whole city is in the hands of those shameless businessmen, and the voting power in their hands has the decisive role of 'sex'." Albert is a little 'excited'.He grew up in an environment of a large aristocratic family.He loves and hates money.It can help the poor.But it is also the nouveau riche who show off their capital.The nouveau riche can use money to sit on an equal footing with the people with titles and even compete with each other.This makes Xiao A feel very uncomfortable.You know.He has always attached great importance to the role of his duke's heir.
Tarun took the teacup from an unknown servant, waved his hand and signaled him to leave quickly, and then moistened his throat. The people are water, the merchants are water, we have to fight for both, I understand your thoughts, but when ruling the country, we must not be biased by personal likes and dislikes, the eldest son of the Antonio family must be severely punished, although it is not necessary to use the death penalty, but for us, the more factions the merchant families in Solo City are divided into, the better it will be, because then we will become the intermediary and arbiter that they must winAt least find a way to separate the Girondins from the other coalition families......"
Albert nodded as he listened, and he suddenly 'interjected', "If we give the Gironde family enough favorable treatment, will we be able to make them conflict with the other allied families?"
Tarun clapped his hands and laughed: "Duke, you have matured, this line of thinking is completely correct, the Gironde family is nothing more than to fight for breath, then we will give them enough face, except for Fabio's life, no matter what other requirements, we will try to meet them, in that case, the merchant group will definitely be divided into at least three forces from now on, in this way, your choice will be greatly expanded at once."
"But I still don't understand a thing." Albert looked a little hesitant.
"Please, Duke, tell me straight." Tarun smiled at him, and he saw a lot of things in this young man.
"If we go to Hope Island, won't we completely lose control of Solo City, neither 'pumping' taxes nor levying troops, and we can't do anything......
"Duke, nothing can reach the sky in one step, as small as learning the use of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, as big as governing the entire Tambolance Empire and even the entire Bodi Continent. You must keep in mind one truth, that is, you must always take the lead, always keep the chess pieces that will play a key role in the futureDoes your sudden return put so much pressure on Prime Minister Callignan? That's what I just said, and that's what I just said."
"Strategist, I see." That's what Albert said, but he still didn't know what he was doing.
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Imperial Palace.
Deliot was '' over a series of things: Kentan rebellion, the Northern Dessert made a comeback, and a few small nobles who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the sky jointly delivered a petition asking the emperor to delegate power, and so on.
Del T.L. smiled bitterly at the Duke of Loyle, who was standing respectfully on the side, and said, "Aren't their rights big enough?
"Your Majesty." The Duke of Loyle gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, he knew that the emperor was having a hard time, but he had to take the risk of responding to something." Although the Duke of Kentan was a blockbuster at the beginning, he captured the kingdom of Destinipep very quickly, but since the battle, their offensive has slowed down significantly, and the garrisons of the empire have moved closer to the rebel forces after stepping up their 'drills'.
"The mantis arm is a car." Dilliot sneered. Even if it is, tell me what to do with Constantinople and what to do with the northern city of Roma."
"In the past two years, due to the explosive activity of dwarven commerce, the financial environment of the northern barbarians has obviously been strongly affected, and since the mall has been losing ground, then they will naturally think of taking back some profits on the battlefield. Draw heavy taxes, subsidize the Imperial coffers, and then send emissaries to the northern barbarians to make 'dealings', and inform them of the stakes.
Deliot slammed his fist on the table and said, "I think you're really confused. Obviously, this is a precursor to a big fight, our warships are not as advanced as theirs, Constantinople will fall again at any time, in that case, we will be in total passivity, they can fight all the way down the river to the city of Sisa, they can turn the spearhead, go all the way to the east, find a way to echo the attack on the holy city of Roma, and perhaps something more terrible, that is, the Duke of Kentan can join them inside and out. In this way, even if I have three heads and six arms, it will be difficult for me to recover the decline.”
"So Your Majesty should make peace with ......"
"The Desetes are going to be the masters of the entire Bodi Continent. Deliot reverted to a wry smile.
At this time, a confidant suddenly came to report that "Your Majesty, King Hope and Pope Damasus have both sent letters."
"What do they want." Deliot was suspicious.
'Want' to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.