Emperor Falun stretched out his sharp nails, cut the fire paint from the letter, and opened it to look at it, he didn't smile, but his shoulders were already relaxed.

"Is that good news?" asked a female official, who could also be said to be one of the emperor's concubines, but the emperor never mentioned his marriage, and in the absence of the empress, they had to temporarily live in the court in the name of female officials, but the electors thought that this was also because the emperor wanted to avoid further control by them, after all, the empress also had some rights that belonged to the emperor.

"That's good news. Emperor Falun said with satisfaction that the letter from King Kema was full of gratitude, and that he was especially pleased that he gave the Emperor all the credit for Cremar's assistance, and promised him a rich reward of gold, precious stones, horses, armor, and most importantly knights, soldiers, and perhaps some serfs and craftsmen. That's right, these are what the current emperor needs most. The dragonborn's red robe had promised him that he would be guarded by hundreds of dragons and black iron golems, but in fact, those dragons were at best large lizards with wings, and the black iron golem had long since disappeared with the other party, and he had only discovered the Dragonspine Mountains a few days ago, but none of those spies and thieves could provide reliable information.

Emperor Falun didn't know that although the fire paint on this letter had not been touched, the contents of it had already been circulated, after all, he had only been cultivated as a puppet jīng before, and Ostal certainly wouldn't teach him how to beware of the tricks that might be used by himself, and all he could do now was rely on the little wisdom he was born with as an artificial dragon.

The Electors whispered at banquets and in the hunting grounds, while their sons, daughters, and henchmen filled their eyes and ears on the Arrow Peak, and they admired the ambitious and shallow-rooted Falun Emperor, the only minister they could trust, and it was no exaggeration to say that if the Dragonborn wanted to, he would still be reused after the second emperor ascended the throne, and what could be more worthy of praise than this young-looking black-haired spellcaster? In addition to the peculiar system of the Elector, a series of seemingly small measures he proposed also gradually stabilized the original mixed and complicated situation, although some short-sighted Archduke and the King felt that he was really nosy, but the person who could become the Elector would not be a fool, and after a short period of dissatisfaction, they realized that their previous behavior was stupid and ridiculous - exchanging all their people for slaves? It was a mob of resentment and strength, shackles and whips could not really tame them, and the kind of "tobacco" they were looking for had been banned by many temples, and they were willing to continue to maintain such a system if it was to make such a surprising profit, but as Cremar predicted, whether it was farming, grinding, or raising livestock, the slaves could do so many vicious things, not only would they flee, but Resisting, destroying jīng's fine farming tools, throwing pebbles into grinding tools, and putting herbs in the feed of livestock that make them miserable, the people who supervise these slaves can punish or even execute these slaves, but those damaged tools, they are much more valuable than a slave, not to mention that the slave was originally a property.

The most horrific of all were the slave revolts, the men who had lost almost everything in the war, after regaining Zì Yóu, were filled with violence and hatred, they were even more dangerous than the beasts, and more greedy than the birds, leaving only a blank gray field wherever they passed.

It seems that it is impossible to reproduce the glory of the Falun Empire, just like people will eventually fall when they walk backwards, and the Grand Duke and the kings do not know that there is a hand of Cremar - when a bad behavior will bring great benefits, it is impossible to regulate it with morality and law, and the only, and the best way is to reduce the benefits of this behavior or even cause losses, and the innate profit of human beings will make them give up on their own.

"Where's our sweet little queen?" asked an Elector, holding a honey wine and looking relaxed— The little queen they refer to is actually Lucie from the Emerald Forest Island, although the king of jīng spirit is very different from the king of humans, but the electors will still call her the little queen in private, but this title is not so much out of respect, but out of ridicule, jīng spirit is a strange race of human beings and envy, and awe, and vaguely with a bit of jealousy and disgust, if they are just beautiful and long-lived, it is not so cute.

Lucieu, and most of the jīng spirits on Emerald Grove Island, didn't know that their generosity had instead given these humans some bad premonitions and speculations—apart from sporadic travels, why did the spirits of Eyya, who had not been in contact with people on land for more than a thousand years, suddenly care about humans? What were their intentions, to reach out to the human nation like the former Singh jīng spirits? Will they take human territory and erect another Silvercrown Forest on land—if only the Silvercrown Forest, it might be fine, after all, the Silvercrown Forest did not belong to humans in the first place, but to orcs who are greedy for living flesh and blood. But now, the land is already covered with human footprints, and no matter what Eya Jīng Ling chooses, there will be human interests that will be harmed. Even if it is just a small piece of dense forest or wilderness, or mountains and forests and swamps, the lords are not willing to let it out, who can guarantee that these aliens will not become the second dragon second? Humans were food, tools and slaves in the age of dragons, what would be in the age of jīng spirits?

Humanity does not want to let anything else choose the future for itself and for its descendants.

Moreover, Cremar has also found Seris and obtained their help, and Lindao's help is not a charcoal in the snow, but the icing on the cake that harbors evil intentions.

"If only their purpose was what they said they were. A minister sighed.

"Then I don't want to give it. A diminutive Elector said in a deep voice, in exchange for the approval of several people around him, and these wise people would not fail to know how much power a wise and far-sighted courtier, who was trusted by the rulers, could exert in the state apparatus.

"Can we stop it, then?" said the other Elector, holding up a cup of honey.

"I think ......" the third Elector said lightly, "We don't need to obstruct it......" When everyone else looked at him involuntarily, he smiled: "Everyone, in fact, we don't need to panic too much**, of course, the strength and wisdom of the Ayas are the nails that fit into the land, but they have a great weakness, that is, ......" He paused deliberately to hang people's appetites: "It's the quantity." ”

His former enemy (and perhaps still is) immediately scoffed, "It seems that we should thank your majesty for the reminder," he said, "lest we have closed our eyes and have not yet woken up from our sleep." ”

"In the age of dragons, there weren't many metal dragons and dragons—compared to humans," said the Elector, sipping a sip of honey wine and turning his cup nonchalantly, "the ratio of slaves to masters was 10,000 to 1, perhaps more. ”

"But we are no longer slaves," said the vizier, "and we have knowledge, and we have weapons, and we have magic." ”

"There is no counter-current in the long river of time," the diminutive Elector recounted bluntly, "but the jīng spirits are still a threat, as well as the dragonborn. ”

"The Dragonborns still have at least human blood, like our one," said another, "and the jīng spirits don't even recognize the half-jīng spirits—they seem to have drawn the line before we did." ”

"Not now," said the minister, "and don't forget, it is said that the one who is favored is in the blood of Aya, and it is the future queen of Lindao who loves him deeply, and it is said that the love of the jīng spirits is quite single-minded, and if they can have an heir, then that child is the only heir of Lindao." ”

"That one is still a dragonborn," the Elector, who has a special love for honey wine, couldn't help but be amazed: "Although it is a little disrespectful, the blood of that person is really mixed enough." "And maybe the demons, but there are one or more retinues and friends with demonic blood around him.

"This is not something we need to care about," muttered the Elector, who had already heard the minister's words, "I suddenly feel that if the Ayas are willing to return to land, we are not willing to exchange a little territory......

"Exchange what?" asked one of the Electors, and then he realized that he had asked a stupid question.

"As far as I know," said the other Elector, "the king of Vinito has leased a portion of his realm to Aya," he looked around and smiled strangely, "perhaps we can do the same—I mean, I ...... here." He glanced at the mage beside him, and the mage immediately pulled out a blank scroll, and the Elector spun his ring, allowing the fluorite light to pass through the hollow marks as thin as spider silk, forming a rough map of the southern continent on the blank scroll, and his finger paused under his own territory, and pointed to a city.

The Electors gathered around to look at it, and soon after that, they showed the same smile, and they also pointed out the places that they were willing to hand over, which can be said to be rich, but also weak, where there were either no lords, or the lords there also depended on the protection of the surrounding lords, and most importantly, they were all far apart, and if the Eya jīng spirits accepted these cities and villages, they would have to disperse their forces, and an Eya jīng spirit and a dragon were completely different concepts。

"We will ...... in a short time," said the minister, "it is not yet necessary to land on the island of Lin, but I think that since we have shown our sincerity, at least, our ships should be able to anchor in the harbor of the jīng spirits." ”

"We're going to ...... "Wives always have to follow their husbands, and we can make our little queens live as if they were in the kingdom of God, doing everything and everything, until they have children......"

"He deserves to be educated by men," said one of the Electors, "and he has human blood in his body, and his father and mother are embraced and loved by men, and so should he." ”

"Then we should support them. The Elector, who poured the last bit of honey down his throat, said, "Well, what about another candidate?"

The Electors looked at each other, of course they knew that the black-haired Dragonborn had always had a maiden as dazzling as the morning light and as beautiful as flowers, she was the chosen person of the god of love, love and yù, hope, marriage and children, although Flo's reputation had fallen into the mire hundreds of years ago, but once her priest regained his strength and was able to heal diseases, regain youth, and bestow children, humanity immediately forgot all those things that were not so good— Especially the Grand Dukes and kings, for whom love has always been an embellishment, or a form of pleasure, but youth and children are different, they are selfish panbelievers, and if the gods can bestow on them, they will sacrifice and worship, but if not, then please forgive their fickleness.

But Fro's electorate had never visited them, and had never cared so much about their daughters and sisters, and of course, she was so beautiful and favored by the gods that she probably thought that whatever kind of man she was a man she had, she had it for granted.

"No, for men, it's more important to be powerful and honorable. One of the Electors said, and the others agreed, not believing that the black-haired Dragonborn had only come to save the lowly commoners, and that the founder of the Falun Empire was a good silver dragon, and theirs had the blood of the evil red dragon in his body.

"So. One of the electors said, "So it was decided." ”

The Electors nodded silently, although their daughters and sisters would feel a great deal of regret, but maybe after everything was settled, the one would need one or more lovers? They had also met the half-jīng spirit, and the latter had not left many traces of stubbornness belonging to the jīng spirit, and presumably that one would not overly refuse the favor of a noble woman.

As for the Chosen One of Fro, she might not be so eager, the Dragonborn and the Elect have a much longer lifespan than humans, and the same may be true for the Jīng Spirit, but since they have decided to make their descendants the masters of Lynn Island as soon as possible, the little queen will not live long.