"Knock knock knock".

The heavy wooden door was about to be hammered open, and the anxious shouts of the Minister of the Interior could be heard outside the door.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister!"

Mourning opened the door with a blank face carrying the briefcase, and he glanced at the grandfather clock in the distance, the meeting had already begun for two minutes.

"The astrology is a little delayed."

Throwing down this sentence, regardless of whether the Secretary of the Interior believed it or not, Mo Ning walked quickly into the conference room.

The lively conference room was not half quiet because of Mo Ning's arrival, and every minister seemed to want to express his or her own opinion, and Angelo would be a little more restrained when he was present, but now the conference room was simply a vegetable market.

"Why don't you go to Preston, it's an order from His Majesty Angelo."

"The fortress of Bardini has been breached, and as many people as we go will be sent to death, I suggest that you stick to Yesel."

"I agree, not to mention that the Okasimites have already arrived, and the lessons left by the city of South Gomont are not enough."

"The city of Eclair is seven hundred and sixty kilometers away from Yesel, and the city defenses along the way are not all decorations, and some people want to be a turtle with a shrunken head in Yesel."

This was the way Jessel was in the mood, the ministers were not as rude as Turin, they were chirping, and the room was like a crowd of flies.

Mo Ning finally knew why the Minister of the Interior was so anxious, he was really thinking about Angelo, and the meeting would not be discussed until next year.

Mo Ning took a deep breath, and his voice instantly overshadowed everyone.

"Ideas are ideas, orders are orders, no one has the right to question His Majesty the Emperor's orders, before noon the day after tomorrow, all reinforcements must report to the military headquarters, otherwise wait for the Golden Army to come to the house and knock on the door."

The room fell silent, and the ministers seemed to be calmed, but Mourning knew that this was not the case, because their usual respect was to give face to His Majesty Angelo, not to the young prime minister.

A yin and yang strange voice sounded not far away.

"Since Lord Mourning has said so, let's do it, our family plus the maid can send a total of five hundred people out, and these people don't know if they can make it to Preston alive."

Mo Ning looked at that person, the ten-star commander of the Silver Army, Minor, who was responsible for commanding the Silver Army in the western part of the empire, aside from his soldiers, there were no less than 3,000 private soldiers registered in his mansion, which was a large force.

It is precisely because of this that he dared to be the first to refute Morin.

The old man opposite Mo Ning cleared his throat.

"Minor, do you know that the city of Eclair has been captured?"

"What did you say?"

Minore stood up, not shocked, but staring at the man with a gloomy gaze. "When, how come I don't know?"

The old man took out a star map from under his white robes, and on his shoulder was embroidered a blond goddess, which was the emblem of the Tutan bishop.

"This is my astrological chart for last night's divination, the Ocassimes are destined to take the city of Eclair today, and you have no idea about it."

He paused, "I remember the gloom of Nangomont City, do you really think that the Okasims are just a puddle of mud?" ”

"That's why I don't approve of supporting Preston,"

Minore sneered, "I'm going to have to carry the Okasims at all times, we can't capsize in the gutter anymore." ”

"It's great that you think so, and I hope you don't lose a second city to the west."

The old man glanced lightly at Minor, who didn't even think about staying for a moment, he broke through the crowd and rushed out of the conference room, hurrying to the west to clean up the mess.

The old man continued.

"It is understandable that the commander of Minol has his duties, and what about the rest, you have also heard the words of the Prime Minister, what is more important than His Majesty's order."

In terms of seniority, Bishop Harold can be regarded as Angelo's teacher, although this old man bears the name of the national teacher, he has never participated in political affairs for so many years. Everyone almost forgot about him, but as the bishop of the Temple of Tutan, Harold had accumulated a lot of prestige over the years.

The meeting room fell silent, and private soldiers were synonymous with power to the nobility.

Angelo's order was very subtle, he did not order the nobles to lead troops to support Preston, but to let the nobles hand over their private troops to the military department to report, and then the military headquarters would assemble and open Preston. No matter what happened after this, these private soldiers were equivalent to giving Angelo anyway, and there was no possibility of returning.

Minore threw them a hot potato, but he himself retreated, without suspecting that this was a farce of the director.

A deep voice broke the silence.

"Lord Monin, my territory is in Osevio, even if they ride the best military horses overnight, they will not be able to reach Yesel until three days at the earliest, and there is really no way to arrive before noon the day after tomorrow as you said."

"Your Majesty Angelo can't wait that long."

Monin looked around at the crowd, and finally stopped his gaze on the Minister of War, "Lord Lucas, how many horses does Yesel still have?" ”

"The war horses in the northern pastures have just been slaughtered, and there is no need to worry about the supply problem in the spring, and there are a total of 16,000 war horses that can be used in Yeselle."

Monin nodded.

"With the strength of the horse's feet, you can go back and forth 170 kilometers in two days, in that case......"

Mo Ning raised his head and looked around at the crowd. "The ministers whose fiefdom is located within eighty-five kilometers of Yesel should obey the orders of His Majesty Angelo, and all your private soldiers have been registered, and I hope that the day after tomorrow there will be only a lot more troops in Yesel, for the sake of His Majesty Angelo, and for the sake of the Venada Empire, and the military department will compensate you satisfactorily according to the number of people. If there is a need for a minister, you can apply to Lord Lucas for a war horse, do you have any other opinions? ”

The Vinada Empire was already sparsely populated, and the fiefdoms of the nobles were naturally guarded around Yesel, a distance that almost included most of the nobles.

But having said that, standing up to refute Mourning again is tantamount to openly opposing His Majesty Angelo.

Although many people are unhappy with Angelo openly and secretly, he is still the emperor of the Venada Empire, and no one dares to be the first bird at this juncture.

"Oh, don't bother Lord Lucas."

Lamar soon walked away, and several important ministers of the military department also left, and the surrender of the private army was extremely debilitating for them, and it was understandable that they had such a reaction.

Since several ministers of the military department did not refute, the remaining ministers naturally couldn't make any waves, and most of them left with small steps of resentment, and the corridors were full of complaints.

There were a few people left in the room, all of whom were ministers who had asked Lucas about borrowing military horses.

"Lord Monin."

Bishop Harold whispered Monin's name, and the two walked out of the conference room side by side, up the spiral staircase, stopping at the edge of the terrace.

"Mr. Harold."

Monin sighed, leaning against the stone railing and looking down at the city. This is almost the top floor of the astrological tower, at least three hundred meters from the ground, and he can even see the outline of the city wall in the distance from the terrace, where he often thinks about life.

After staring at the box in Mourning's hand for a moment, Harold withdrew his gaze.

"Have you had any horoscopes lately?"

"I don't have time at all....... But the Empire doesn't need me to do astrology anymore. ”

Harold smiled, a gentle smile that seemed incomprehensible now.

"The war in the north is in crisis, but it has not yet reached the point of death, and everyone knows this."

Knowing that everything could not be hidden from this scheming astrologer, Mo Ning nodded.

"Compared to the north, everyone knows that the real once-in-a-millennium crisis is in Yesel, but everyone thinks that they are the game-breakers, but unfortunately I never thought of it that way."

"It's for the best."

Harold smiled with satisfaction and dissipated into sawdust.

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