The royal capital of Cyrius, the Dome of the Rock, the Council Hall.

"At present, the root cause of everything is to blame on your Admiralty, if it weren't for the loss of the entire Great Treasure Fleet, how could the Kingdom face this dilemma?"

"Your accusations are baseless. In the face of force majeure, no one can do better than Vice Admiral Doyle Griffitz of the "Red Maple"!

And your Ministry of Finance is shouting every day to open up sources and reduce expenditures, open sources and reduce expenditures.

Our Admiralty has cooperated with you to cut your military spending by 20%, and it is not easy to suppress the dissatisfaction of the soldiers.

"This..."

The high-ranking official of the kingdom's finance department muttered in his heart: 'If I can open up the source, I will still fight with you reckless man here?'

He is also suffering now, as long as there is money in the kingdom's current predicament, it is not a problem, but the biggest problem is that there is no money!

The gold and silver mines in the colonies are limited in production capacity for a variety of reasons;The Dutch banking syndicate, which is the largest creditor of the kingdom, refuses to increase loans to Sylius based on risk assessment;At present, only the colonies in the southern continent can still operate normally, but it is not so easy to expand the scale of financial resources, unless...

At this time, a civilian general of the War Department stood up and pointed the same finger at the Ministry of Finance, and it was as steady and fierce as a kidney blow.

"Since last year, when there were signs of fiscal tightness, you have been indiscriminately issuing excess money with an unequal amount of precious metals. As a result, the price of goods, which gradually increased to 350% in the past 100 years with the inflow of gold and silver into the New World, has soared to 500% in less than a year.

This month, the low-level untouchables of the former Duchy Franco in the conquered areas of the kingdom launched a large-scale riot and rebellion, and our army wasted a lot of effort to suppress them, and this is not an isolated incident, many of the lower untouchables in the conquered areas are already ready to move.

I don't need to say more about the root cause, right?"

The Ministry of Finance became the target of public criticism for a while.

'This... Isn't it forced by you?, and how can you blame us for things that Your Majesty and the Imperial Council have agreed to?' With such an angry roar in his heart, the high-ranking official could only stubbornly quibble:

"A temporary increase in prices can be perfectly solved. By buying goods from other countries on a large scale, it is cheap and cost-effective, and at the same time it can also transfer domestic risks.

Including the industrially advanced Tulip Nations, the whole country is just a laborer in our service, no different from the lowly craftsmen in the kingdom. ”

"Besides, aren't there a serious shortage of manpower in the plantations and minerals of the colonies, and all the untouchables who cannot afford to survive in the kingdom can be driven to the colonies, where they should be the most to stay. ”

This sentence is righteous, and it is obvious that this "why not eat minced meat" big man really thinks so. But they turn a blind eye to the wealth gap that has accumulated in the kingdom under the influence of totalitarianism.

However, it was good that he didn't mention the colonies, and when he mentioned the colonies, the high-ranking members of the kingdoms here frowned slightly, and their hearts couldn't help but be flooded with all kinds of bad news about the colonies in the New World during this time.

No matter how arrogant and dull they were, after a few months, the kingdom's top brass became aware of the formation of a broad anti-Cyrius coalition.

Moreover, the plundering behavior of this group of bastards has greatly damaged the shipping order between the old and new continents, and in the past few months, the losses of both official and private merchant ships have been unprecedentedly large.

After the recovery of the Black Sea Goddess, she occupied the original "Eye of the Black Sea", and also scrapped most of the naval bases along the route.

There is even less money to rebuild a new naval base.

It's almost a vicious circle.

To add insult to injury, a large-scale and sudden plague struck all the colonies around the Golden Sea. The vice-kings of New Cyrius, New Granada, and the Secret Dragons, including the largest island in the Golden Sea, Santo Dominque, were not spared.

Although the vice-kings are approaching Faletis, who has also been affected by the disaster but has already developed a special antidote, and begins to purchase the special medicine on a large scale, the heavy losses are inevitable.

"In this matter, the four vice-kings of the colony are undoubtedly serious dereliction of duty!"

"How can natural and man-made disasters be blamed on the heads of the vice-kings?"

“......”

The crowd in the council chamber was so noisy that in the end, they even turned into indiscriminate cannon fire regardless of the enemy and friendly troops, as long as the person on the throne did not become angry with him.

The meeting lasted for two hours, but nothing came of it.

Prime Ministers, Ministers in Charge, Admiralty, War Department, Think Tank... Among them, there are also mixed with the royal party, the church faction, the representatives of the great nobles, the central representatives of the vice kings of the colonies, etc., all of which are miscellaneous.

But there is only one core theme: "I don't carry this pot, you carry it!"

Philip II, who wore a blue diamond crown and a regal robe, felt that he had barely heard any decent good news since he was engaged to the princess of the Habsburgs.

The only War Office that succeeded in resolving the rebellion was nothing more than cleaning up another mess.

At this time, hearing that they were in the midst of the quarrel, piercing the rotten sores on the kingdom one by one, even the ruler of the world's most powerful country couldn't help but wonder if his country was about to end?

I couldn't help but reach out and pinch the corner of my forehead, looking at the highest-ranking people sitting below.

Hillius, who founded the country on the army, of course, respected the soldiers, and under Bartlett, the prime minister of the kingdom, were Fafman, Field Marshal and Minister of the Army, and Bancrot, Field Marshal and Minister of the Navy.

And... Andune, the great wizard of the "Cursed School" who has become the chief henchman of the think tank.

They are also the big names who are most likely to influence the king and decide the future direction of the country.

Probably also thought that the group had been arguing for too long, after noticing Philip II's gaze.

Teng –

Field Marshal Fafman, dressed in a military uniform with shining medals on his chest, slowly stood up like a towering city wall.

He bowed shallowly to Philip II, who was sitting on the throne, and even if he tried his best to suppress it, his mouth was like thunder, and his words were like a thunderbolt, instantly making the council hall silent.

"Great Your Majesty, we need a new foreign war!"

At the same time, the Prime Minister and the Admiral looked at each other, silent, and obviously acquiesced.

At a time when the country is in turmoil and discontent is running high at all levels, there is nothing more than a war to divert domestic contradictions.

On the other side, the great wizard who only served the king flickered slightly, and he also bowed slightly at the majesty who came over.

Now, for better or worse, there is a way out of the predicament.

......

On the other side of the Treasure Sea is the southern continent, the capital of the Sark Empire, the capital of the colony of Saint-Louis.

Although it's late at night, many parts of the capital city are still brightly lit and have a bustling scene that rivals the big cities on its own.

In the center of the city, a unique garden house stands quietly, surrounded by a large park and green trees.

Even in front of the delicate wrought iron gate, there are two heavily armed official city guards guarding it day and night, and it is clear that the identity of the owner here is extraordinary.

"Hey, David, did you see Lady Diana's face during your daytime shift today?"

"Look... See, although I came back wearing a light veil, I bet it must be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.

Your Excellency the Governor is truly blessed to be able to enjoy such a beautiful woman, not only of noble birth. ”

"If you can let me spend the night in this house, I am willing to be executed by the governor immediately!"

Leaving aside the unrealistic assumptions of the two guards, the governor they said ruled the area was none other than the Emperor's only brother, Prince Clement.

Because the royal families of all countries can trace back to at least one fourth-order title, as the descendants of the pinnacle transcendental, all the descendants of the descendants, no matter how poor their talents, can naturally become official knights as long as they become adults.

There is no need to go through a thrilling physical brutality test like ordinary people, and they can inherently master the extraordinary power of this knight.

Correspondingly, when the powerful power is passed on in the bloodline, the royal families of various countries are not very prosperous, just like the Sark Empire has only these two brothers in this generation.

However, although this Prince Clement was born noble, he was not talented, and he also knew how many catties and two skills he had. After slowly reaching the peak of the official knight by staying up for years, he no longer cares much about the transcendent road, let alone political affairs.

The vassal-elegant artist, indulged in wine and profligacy, has become his label.

Even the low-level soldiers secretly didn't respect this prince very much, and it was true that they were envious of his experience in the bones.

However, the prince is a prince after all, relying on a strong team of staff, although this playboy who is fifty-two years old and has not yet married is not very reliable, but at least there is no big mess.

In the heart of the capital, building a beautiful house for a lover and giving over-the-top treatment is just a trivial matter.

While the two guards were chatting, they didn't know that the Governor had already mixed in with strangers in the nest of love that the Governor had forged for his canary.

In the center of the bedroom, where the lights had long been extinguished, a figure that seemed to be condensed into darkness crouched quietly, and asked in a tone that was very familiar to the hostess here:

"Fanes, can you guarantee that the playboy Clement will not send troops when Cyrius launches his plan? neither the kingdom nor Mr. Andune wants the war to expand endlessly. ”

The noble lady wearing only a translucent white gauze nightdress in the moonlight leaned weakly and bonelessly on the chaise longue by the window, her long wavy hair spread out like a cloud, and her slightly exposed skin was as warm as jade and as smooth as snow.

In the haze, her delicate and bulging graceful posture was as maddening as the [Crazy Potion]. Even the charm that condenses like a substance makes the black shadow who thinks he is firm in his mind a little swaying.

"Poison bee, do you need to have any questions? just stand by and watch, not let him help Sylius.

It's hard for others, but it's just a small thing for me. ”

The cat-like lazy and slightly hoarse voice is as intoxicating as mellow red wine.

But the dark shadow named "Poisonous Bee" frowned secretly when he heard this:

"You used potions, bewitchment, curse control, it's not safe, is it?"

The lady lying on her side raised her slender jade hand and gently brushed her cool cheeks, burning red lips, and exquisite collarbones... All the way to the slender and straight thighs, a mouthful of roses is breathed:

"Giggles, do you think a prince who is well guarded by supernatural power can be controlled by such a simple trick? ”

Staggered legs stepped down from the chaise longue on a small stool, carrying the moonlight all over the room, walked to the black shadow in all directions, and gently leaned over and brought the red lips to his ear:

"Love is crazy!

After finishing speaking, he was already laughing and trembling.

The "poisonous bee", who understands the essence of his partner, not only does not feel any charm at this time, but only a deep chill from the bottom of his heart.

Because the wizard's name "Fanes" has another nickname, that is, - the god of sex!