Frank sensed the smell of gunpowder in the room and got up to interject to help Claude out of embarrassment.

"Philip, I believe in your sincerity! It has been three years since the rebels seized the Far East, and it has not yet collapsed to the surprise of many people, and such an enemy deserves to be taken seriously, and some militants in the military department claim that the Far East can be pacified within three months, which sounds very bold, but what is the result of the fact that they boasted about the same Haikou before the 'Jotunheim Operation' was launched? ”

The crown prince never missed an opportunity to lash out at his political opponents, and the suppressed snickering in the hall made Marshal Sigmund look a little embarrassed, fiddling with his military hat and looking out the window. Palatina glanced sympathetically at her father and secretly fought for him.

The Imperial Army is divided into two systems, "command" and "staff", and compared with commanders with rich combat experience such as Prince Sigmund and General Carr, those scholars who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy in the General Staff are more radical, relying on the favor of His Majesty the Emperor. Paladina knew that her father was against the impetuous style of the radical staff officers, and disagreed with their arguments of quick victory, and in the end it was his old man who went to the New World to command the troops, and wiped the butts of those who talked on paper with a beautiful victory, but she was really angry that she had suffered for others and became the object of ridicule.

Frank didn't mean anything about the marshal, he just joked about it, and instead told Count Müller about the message that Philippe had brought back from the Far East.

"Rudolph's claim that the Far East can export 6 million tons of grain this year, Prime Minister, do you think this is credible?"

The Count of Müller stroked his well-trimmed beard and muttered for a few seconds, and replied cautiously: "Considering that last year the Far East exported no less than three million tons of grain to Fizhen, Hailan, and Canaan alone, even if there is a boasting component, there will not be much difference. ”

"If the Far East's grain exports really reach this scale, it does have the ability to influence grain prices in the international market, and to take a step back, the fact that the Far Eastern government can collect so much grain shows that they have abundant material reserves, are in good financial condition, and have long been prepared for war, and our army's eastward crusade is bound to suffer many obstacles, not to mention a quick victory within three months, I am afraid that it will be difficult to completely eliminate the rebels in two or three years after a stalemate." Frank turned to look at Sigmunt, "What do you think, Your Excellency Marshal?" ”

"As His Highness said, the rebels in the Far East are not so easy to deal with, and unless the cabinet can provide adequate logistical support, launching a crusade is tantamount to gambling and is not a wise move." Sigmund replied solemnly.

"Your Excellency, you are well aware of the current financial situation of the Empire, not only can we not guarantee military supplies, but we also expect to issue a war fund to make up for the shortfall." Count Muller shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly.

"Then you are doomed to disappointment," Sigmund said categorically, "this is no longer the time to feed war with war, and it is even more difficult to make up for the financial deficit by plundering wealth by war, and without logistical support, the army fights deep into the bitter cold of the north...... This is not only a military adventure, but also suicide! ”

Frank pressed down his palm and motioned to Muller and Sigmund to exercise restraint: "Marshal, Prime Minister, both of them are pillars of the Empire, quarrels can't solve problems, we might as well consider Rudolph's suggestion, sometimes the wisdom of the enemy is also worth learning." ”

"Your Highness is talking about the proposal for the Far East to cooperate with the Empire in setting international food prices?" The Count of Muller already knew something from the report submitted by Philip.

"yes, do you think this idea is feasible?" Frank looked eagerly at the Prime Minister.

The Count of Muller habitually touched his beard and fell into thought, and nodded lightly in the expectant gaze of everyone.

"If this is not a proposal made by a traitor, but an initiative from a friendly country, I will raise my hand to support it as soon as possible."

"As long as it's a good initiative, what difference does it make if it comes from an enemy country or a friend?" Frank's hearty laughter was full of optimism, "Prime Minister, I think this matter deserves to be treated with caution!" If the Far East really has the strength to participate in the formulation of international grain prices, I have no objection to cooperating with it! ”

"Your Highness, that's a traitor...... Don't you worry about what people say? The Count of Muller cautioned the crown prince.

Frank smiled and waved his hand: "This thing can't be done by others, just I can do it!" Others are afraid of gossip, what do I have to be afraid of! ”

The congregation, including Mill, was impressed. As the prince of the empire, Frank will be his whole country sooner or later, so what good can he do by collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country? He came forward to cooperate with the rebel party in the Far East, purely out of public interest, and was blameless for the country and the people.

"Your Highness stands in front to shelter from the wind and rain, and we have nothing to fear, if a grain price agreement can be reached, our country's financial situation will be greatly improved, and in the long run, it will be conducive to the recovery of the Far East." The Count of Muller was radiant.

"Rudolph is a man who has a little cleverness but lacks great wisdom, and he covets a moment of peace and gives us the opportunity to prosper the empire, and we should really thank him." Frank smiled slightly, inadvertently revealing the spirit of looking at the world.

"Your Highness, our country does not recognize the legitimacy of the regime in the Far East, and if a cabinet official comes forward to visit the Far East, it will be unjustifiable. An old man sitting in the corner of the venue suddenly spoke.

Frank looked at the skinny, sickly-looking old man, and his face immediately became a little more respectful.

"The teacher's reminder is reasonable, this matter really should not be brought forward by the official, speaking of the people, there is no one in the empire who is wiser and more insightful than you, teacher, can you bother your old man to go to the Far East for an investigation?"

Alberton Weinstein, the legendary archmage and the industrial magnate of the Imperial Magic Channel, smiled weakly and said weakly: "I am at this age, and my health is not good, and I may die on the way when I go far away, so I will not join in the fun." ”

At this time, Jacob Fogel, who was sitting next to the old mage, coughed heavily and winked at his old friend.

Alberton smiled knowingly, and then said to Frank: "Jacob is very strong, he has no public office, and he is the leader of our business community, and it is best for him to lead a visit to the Far East." ”

"Then there's Mr. Lawforgel, but then again, the Weinsteins should always send a representative, otherwise the delegation would be too thin." Frank looked at Old Man Weinstein reluctantly.