"Reka, I'm sorry to call you that, but I really don't know your last name.

The dragon's blood is still eating away at Atifa's body, and her health has been getting worse and worse in the last few days, and I plan to take her with her to recuperate in Yesel, which may take a long time.

Turin's affairs always need one person to deal with, and letters alone cannot ensure timeliness, so Atifa and I both feel that Turin needs a new emperor.

This can be done in accordance with the election template of the Turin law, and you can consult with Lord Edgar if necessary, and I am sure that you will do a good job of it.

On the occasion of the new emperor's accession to the throne, I may return with Atifa to watch the ceremony.

Your friend, Oreo Pravor. ”

"You're not my friend."

Reka pursed her lips and shook the letter in her hand at Tamya, "What do you think, Manager Tamia?" ”

"Elect the Emperor?"

Tamia frowned, "Can this thing still be elected?" ”

"Of course you can elect, there is a clear provision in the code, and we have to act in accordance with the code."

Reka tugged at his collar, with a silver cross hanging from his neckline, he had been promoted to count a month earlier by statute, and according to the law, he was not entitled to run for the emperor.

But this letter is in his hands, and as long as he does not say it, the whole of Turin is in his hands.

Tamia rolled her eyes and yelled at the door.

"Nanhart!"

The blue-haired Minister of the Interior walked in quickly, he didn't like the way Tamia was calling at him, and said with an unkind face.

"Chief Tamia, what do you command?"

Tamia spouts at Recanu.

"Your Majesty's decree has come, and the ministers will be summoned to a meeting at once."

"Your Majesty's decree?"

Nanhart frowned, "Didn't Your Majesty come back with Duke Helson?" ”

"Your Majesty did not come back, only the decree returned."

Tamia snorted coldly, "What, do you still want to see the authenticity of this thing?" ”

Nanhart glared at Tamia wryly, then walked away quickly.

Walking down the stormy corridor into the office, he had just picked up the phone when Duke Herson pushed the door in.

Nanhart looked surprised.

"Duke of Kherson, do you know of a meeting?"

"Another meeting?"

Herson showed a surprised expression, he shook the receipt in his hand, "Nanhart, this batch of Venada steel needs your own signature, it was sent by Lord Oreo from Jessel. ”

Nanhart took the receipt with a complicated expression.

"Your Majesty, didn't Your Majesty come back with you?"

"Your Majesty has gone to Yesel, I think His Excellency Oreo is about to become Emperor Venada, and she wants to help him."

"Is that so?"

Nanhart was visibly disappointed, and he was happy to learn the news of the retreat of the Crusade Army a week ago, but he didn't expect His Majesty to come back.

He hastily signed the receipt and handed it to Herson.

Herson folded the thing and put it in his pocket, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

"It's going to be a meeting again so late, those old guys are all asleep, Your Majesty is really going to pick the time."

"Well, I heard that the meeting is important, have you had dinner?"

"Not yet."

"It will take a while for them to come, and I will ask the palace maid to take you to the cafeteria to eat."

"It couldn't be better."

Seeing Duke Herson leave, Southhart went door-to-door to call to warn. After the Ministry of Planning revised the telephone lines in Turin last week, it was possible to make calls from the south to the northernmost part of Turin, and it is believed that it would soon be widespread among the aristocracy.

By the time the last call was over, the ministers who lived nearby had already walked into the palace scoldingly.

"I said Southhart, you can't wait until tomorrow morning to talk about anything."

Ramon, the head of the military administration, walked in with a yawn, it was the end of May, he was busy urging the astrologer to submit the previous month's star chart, and after that, he had to write the military deployment report for the third quarter of the empire, and he was sleeping almost late these days.

Nanhart put down the phone.

"Minister Ramon, it's His Majesty's order, it must be a very important matter."

"Very important things......

Ramon and a few of the old fellows looked at each other with worried expressions.

"It seems that there is another war in the east, and Your Majesty will definitely let us take the entire empire on it."

"If Your Excellency Plavor is really as powerful as everyone says, what's wrong with us taking the entire empire on it, who wouldn't want to move to the seaside."

"I've heard from refugees from the east that the Okassim Empire is good, and I don't want to move to the east, and it's okay to travel once in a while."

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After listening to a few colleagues chatting for a while, Ramon said with a sigh.

"I'm worried about logistics, I've just been off for more than a month and I'm going to fight again, this is not a small fight like Kherson, the whole empire has to move, I didn't expect that we old guys have tossed for most of our lives, and in the end, we have every chance to enjoy our old age in peace."

"Ramon ......"

Someone whispered, but Ramon was still chattering.

"You have all seen it, big and small things have to be handled by me, the minister of military management, so many things, it will drive people crazy, but if His Majesty asks me one day, I can't answer it, it will be bad, but I don't dare to mention this matter to her, and you have also seen the fate of Roronoa......"

"Ahem."

Herson walked in from the cafeteria, coughing softly twice to remind Ramon, who was complaining.

He himself, as one of the several dukes of Congliang, has been diligent since Atifa took office, and last month he took the initiative to take over the task of the Eastern Crusade, and when His Majesty Atifa returned, he must have been indispensable, and his status has seen a rise within the empire, so the ministers did not dare to complain in front of him.

The conference hall was about to fill up, and most of the people were staring at the movement at the door, discussing what was going to happen tonight, like middle school students waiting for their teacher to start class.

There was a slight knock on the door, and the entire chamber fell silent.

Entering the door were Nanhart and several maids, each of whom pushed a cart full of food.

Seeing the full supper, the faces of several ministers turned white.

"Minister Nanhart, this is ......"

"How much of a thing is going to happen for us to stay here for the night?"

"It must be something wrong with Yesel, do you know anything about Commander Herson?"

The ministers' eyes turned to Herson, and the old commander of the Black Crane Army cowered in his chair, and he heard the minister talking about something, but he didn't even open his eyes.

"Ahem."

Nanhart coughed softly, and seeing that the ministers had stopped talking, he unfolded the edict in his hand, this thing was written by him just now, after all, the letter sent to Reka was not an official document.

"Ladies and gentlemen, His Excellency Pravor's career has reached a critical juncture, he is the closest partner of the Okassim Empire, and I have to stand behind him and fight for his cause."

"I'll just say it's about Jessel."

"What does Your Majesty want to do?"

"I think the whole empire is going to move, and we can take the Venada Empire just around the corner."

"Ahem!"

Tamia coughed heavily, and she turned to look at Nanhart.

Nanhart nodded slightly.

"I can't guarantee timeliness by letter alone, and Turin's big and small things need someone everyone can trust, so I thought Turin needed a new emperor.

This could have been done in accordance with the electoral template of the Turin law, which was planned by the Governor of Tamia, and each of his orders had to be signed by two or more ministers and the presiding judge, Edgar. ”

“......”

After so many years in the Okassim Empire, the ministers had seen the Duke of Bedford raise the banner to rebel, heard of His Royal Highness Rhodia entering the palace with a single sword, and even witnessed His Majesty Atifa transform into a dragon, but they never dared to think that His Majesty Atifa would issue such a decree.

Everyone stared at Southhart with wide eyes, and they all suspected that they had misheard, after all, even the most sophisticated politician could not have predicted this

- The Emperor...... Can you still be elected?

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