Zangowell didn't know whether Keylnia's words were true or false, in case Congreve was really murdered by Surbacho, and Captain Don had direct evidence in his hands, and temporarily took over "Aladell" on the pretext of helping his old friend Philips get ahead, he was also embarrassed to start a rebellion, after all, the other party was in charge.

Henrietta knew that there was an element of lying in Kelynia's words, such as Captain Don who had come to him to discuss business. Of course, he will not expose her lies, firstly, when he corresponded with Tang Fang, he had words first; Second, he hoped that the Tang side would intervene in the politics of the United Kingdom of Turranks, so as to disrupt the layout of Zanggowell and relieve the pressure faced by the old-school forces;

What made him strange was that after the "Aradel" incident, the Tang side did not contact him to discuss the next course of action, but only used Kellynia's mouth to tie the "Morning Star Casting" to the somewhat outdated chariot of the old-school forces.

He was very happy about it, but he was at a loss, not knowing what the hell the hell that kid was up to.

Therefore, it doesn't matter whether Praise Will is a lip gun, a tongue sword, a verbal curse, or a pen attack. He is playing a set of Tai Chi, playing the trick of avoiding reality and making a difference.

Zangowell hated it, but there was nothing he could do.

If you send troops to "Aladel" with a tough posture, you will crusade against Captain Tang who meddles in the internal affairs of other countries. Henrietta could also protect his partners from discrimination, oversee the investigation of Congreve's murder, and send a fleet to "Aradell".

Bio Battleship Cluster + "Aradell" Navy + Henrietta's Fleet VS His Raider Fleet.

If something goes wrong in the middle and there is a real fight, then the fun will be there.

However, when it comes to the political struggle between the old and new forces, the neutral aristocrats, who account for nearly forty percent of the country's military strength, will choose to sit idly by. Until the two sides are completely decided, those treacherous old foxes will never leave their chess pieces behind.

In the current environment where the old school power is in decline, as long as he survives a few more old guys, Henrietta's camp will become weaker and weaker. The new forces he represents are just around the corner for a complete victory. Now it is unwise to fight hard with the combination of Henrietta + Tang Fang, and no smart person will do this.

Sitting on a throne symbolizing royal power, Zangowell looked down at Henrietta, Mellor, and his close retainer Trist at the bottom of the stone steps.

The throne is high and wide. It's also majestic.

On the back of the throne were twelve silver swords several meters high, and in the center was a crystal prism that reflected a chilling light under the light of the roof of the main hall.

It was created by the founding king of the United Kingdom of Turanks, von ? Olibald designed it himself, supervised the creation, and has been passed down to this day.

Interestingly, His Majesty sits on such a throne without a bit of Kirclove? Stewart-like domineering and majestic, on the contrary, looks very gloomy, like a devil hiding in the shadows and coldly watching the world.

Seriously. It has to do with the experience of Zanggowell, and it has to do with the situation in the United Kingdom of Turanks.

He was the youngest son of the previous king, and when he ascended the throne, the royal family considered that the new king, who had just turned 33, was too young and did not have enough political experience and prestige, and was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the big nobles, so it was decided to make Henrietta the regent to assist Zanggowell in handling state affairs. In the future, the new king will stabilize his foundation, and then abdicate and delegate power.

It's just that power is like a drug. It's addictive and addictive.

When a person indulges in the ocean of power for too long, it melts into the body, infects the soul, intertwines with life, and is no longer separated from each other. If you give it up. It is tantamount to giving up one's own life.

Henrietta was not immune, and when he realized that he was getting farther and farther down the road to power, he looked back to find that there was no way back, and Zangowell was pressing forward with a long sword in hand.

People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. The same goes for the power field.

For himself to be able to live, and for the people behind him to live, he could only lift the long sword, stand on the opposite side of Zangowell, urge the murderous aura and sword intent, and engage in a game of life and death.

Master duels are often a one-trick victory, they raise their spirit, gather momentum, concentrate, and gather the power of heaven and earth, just waiting to find the opponent's flaws and seal their throats with a sword.

Such a metaphor seems to be above board, but in fact, most of the political struggles are not visible, and they are the dirtiest thing in the world. Growing up in this dark environment, progressing in the shadow of Henrietta, one can imagine what kind of person Zanggowell would become.

He will always have only one face.

This face when you are happy, this face when you are sad, this face when you are nervous, and this face when you are dazed...... The face without any emotional color is so quiet that there is no ripple in sight, as if the child daughter-in-law who grew up under the pickiness of her in-laws in ancient China.

He habitually suppressed all emotional fluctuations, including colored eyes, and although his royal robe was bright, with that eternal face, it clearly gave the impression of the walking dead.

gloom is the main color of his life.

Harrington is a smart man, Sulbacho is a smart man, and Krivana is a smart man......

There aren't a few who can be the hottest figures in the power field, and as their king, Zango Will is smarter than smart people.

He can see clearly the domestic situation as well as the international situation. He knew Henrietta's intentions, and he knew the thoughts of the great nobles who adhered to neutrality.

"Uncle, I don't know if you have ever thought about such a question, which one would you choose between the interests of the royal family and your personal interests?"

"Hmm...... This question is a bit difficult, so Uncle might as well think about it for a few more days, and give me your answer when the joint council is convened. ”

His eyes were still calm, his expression was as hard as a piece of iron, and he got down from the throne like that, walked out of the main hall step by step, and headed in the direction of the harem.

Trist walked out from under the porch, clasped his hands, clasped his five fingers on his sleeves, bowed slightly to Henrietta and Melore, and exited the main hall, his figure disappearing under the eaves.

The wind stopped, and the moonlight spread across the water, driving the tiny starlight into the corner.

The sword behind the throne dragged a series of phantoms on the floor, like a cage. It symbolizes power, but it imprisons people's hearts.

Melore turned slowly, looking in the direction of the throne and frowning slightly, with a deep puzzle in her eyes.

He has a scar on his face that spreads from his left sideburns to his right sideburns. Looks a little scary.

As a noble prince, he had many ways to remove this hideous scar, but he didn't, because it seemed to him that it was not a scar, but a medal.

It was given to the Austro-Hungarian Prince of the Sauron Empire. With a sword called Hekati.

It wasn't any sword, because the forger wasn't human, maybe an Ipsi dragon, or maybe not.

In any case, it is true that Melol almost died under this sword.

But he did not die, it was the Prince of Austria-Hungary who died, and the "Hekati" also fell into his hands, and there is this scar that symbolizes honor and pride.

Henrietta inserted her cane into the card slot of the maglev chair and slowly drove out. The glow-blue halo underneath the chair is reflected on the ground. It emits a faint light pattern.

The stone steps are not long, but the people who walk them seem to be very long...... At least Melol thinks it's long.

"What does he mean by that?"

Melol is Henrietta's younger brother, the esteemed Prince of the United Kingdom of Tulanx, but he does not have extraordinary political ideas, and he prefers to duel openly and honestly than to play tricks, using knives and swords, and decorating life with blood and human heads.

He is an authentic martial artist. He admired Tramon the most. It's a pity that the uncle and nephew are of the same heart and have different paths.

Of course, a martial artist does not mean an idiot. He could hear the meaning of Praise Will's words, but he didn't know the exact content, so he humbly asked his brother for advice.

Henrietta looked up at the night sky, and Temir hung high, exuding a gloomy moonlight without hesitation, dispelling some of the gloomy aura over the royal city. It makes people feel a touch of warmth.

The early spring has passed, and the day of blooming flowers will soon be ushered in, but no matter how big the garden is, the flowers are more uniform, separated by thick green tiles. Heavy palace walls, you can always feel a little desolate.

He gently stroked the handle of his cane, feeling a little chilly.

"He found a reason to convince the United Council."

Melol froze in place, until the maglev chair floated six or seven meters away, and then quickly chased after it, and said with a gloomy face: "Then why did he tell you?" What does that last sentence mean? ”

Henrietta has never been a sentimental person, but today, I always feel that Temir is a little sad, and those uneven moonlights are like sad tears that have slipped from "her" eyes, warm, but with a bitter taste.

"Because I can't stop it."

He stretched out his withered hand, trying to catch the brilliance, but unfortunately, they were like shy elves, scrambling to escape from the old hand, which was really a little incomprehensible.

The guards at the end of the stone steps stood motionless, letting the moonlight drag their backs for a long, long time, tangled with the water of the moat, gently kissing the leaping starlight.

"He's giving me an ultimatum, or forcing me to make a choice."

These two sentences are considered to be the answer to the previous question, but they are a little apart, and Melol frowns after a long time.

Henrietta continued: "He felt that I should use the time leading up to the joint council to think about whether to choose to resist to the end, or to compromise and give him an answer when the time came. ”

Melore's brows were even darker, and there was murderous intent in his eyes: "He thinks he can have the last laugh?" ”

The confrontation between the old and new forces in the United Kingdom of Tulanx has lasted for more than 20 years, and although the old forces have been getting worse and weaker in recent years, the so-called hundred-legged insects are dead but not stiff, and if they really open up a battle to the death, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.

"Nope." Henrietta said: "He has the capital to be proud. ”

"Are you sure?"

Henrietta nodded: "Praise Will ...... It's good, it's mature. ”

Melol looked at the darkening corridor in front of her, with a solemn expression: "Then what should we do?" ”

"Surrender or kill...... Would you believe it? ”

"If it's on the battlefield of the two armies, I believe it." Melol said: "If it's in the power field, I don't believe it. ”

Henrietta laughed and said, "I don't believe it either. ”

There is a joke in this world, which is very cold and chills people's hearts - the conscience of the capitalists, the promises of those in power.

Melol is in power, and Henrietta is also in power, and it is precisely because he is in power that he knows better the sinisterity.

"I will not put my life and that of my people in the hands of others, and I will not ......"

This was the first time Henrietta had shown emotion, perhaps because the two had melted into the darkness, and there was no need to maintain that creepy calm and choose to be normal again.

Melol asked, "How?" ”

"Wait and see."

"Wait and see? Do nothing...... Is it really good? ”

"Just because we don't do it doesn't mean that others don't do it."

The moon shines like water. Stretching along the corridor in front of the palace gate of the King of Hal, it is connected with the city that never sleeps in front of it, blending movement and stillness, reflecting each other.

"I've always had good luck...... I have a lot of confidence in him. ”

…………

When Henrietta and Melol boarded the shuttle moored at the end of the long road, Trist stood in a palace deep in the palace of Howl. The dim light weaved waves across his face.

Zang Ge Wei looked at the middle-aged man with a resolute face on the big screen and said, "How long will it take to reach the royal capital?" ”

"7 days...... It should be enough. ”

"I will order the commander of the Lionheart's Independent Fleet to get ready."

The middle-aged man on the big screen smiled. However, this did not bring the slightest warmth to the face, on the contrary, there was a cold taste, because with the murderous intent in the depths of the eyes, it was more like the bloodthirsty grin of the butcher on a rainy night.

Is he Tramon? Olypot, one of Euver's most important brothers, was also a staunch follower of His Majesty the King and an executioner bathed in royal power.

Zangowell said in a gossipy tone, "Do you still hate cockroaches so much?" ”

"Of course." "I prefer to crush them with my feet to pesticides, you know," Tramon said. The sound of the carapace popping and the body juice splashing is really charming. ”

"Your bad taste is hard to accept."

"Trust me, it's disgusting, but it's really refreshing." Tramon said with a worried face: "Brother Wang, you should really give it a try, this is ...... for you There are benefits. ”

His words are very tactful, which is extremely rare for a martial artist with militaristic feelings, at least it shows that he cares a lot about this shadow hidden all day long. Accustomed to restraining minions, good at Taoguang and raising an obscure brother.

In Tramon's opinion. As the king of a country, he should live more chicly, such as the joy of the wind and the moon like the Duke of Tripatti, such as the idle killing and amusement like Kirclov I, and like Zaire? Abdul was looking for something nasty to play with.

Zango Will smiled, so dry. So far-fetched, without bringing the slightest anger to his calm face.

This face is a portrayal of his life for more than 20 years, and it has become a habit, or a symbol, as clear as the handwriting engraved on a stone tablet. And where can be changed casually, unless there is an opportunity.

Such an opportunity is not far off.

First, he needs Tramon to trample that pesky cockroach to death.

He felt that he had already looked up to that cockroach, and the Lionheart Independent Fleet was one of the strongest combat forces of the royal family, and it could compete with the Star Alliance Glory Legion and the Xudra Legion of the Monya Empire, and its combat effectiveness far exceeded that of the Night Legion.

Using it to trample a cockroach to death is naturally a very simple thing, as simple as drinking water and eating.

Yes, he thinks that Tang Fang...... It's a cockroach, and as Turamon just said, if you step on it, you can hear the sound of the carapace popping, and the sticky body juice bursting out, which is a pleasant feeling.

It's just that he is used to keeping a low profile, and he is used to wearing a quiet mask, so that people can't guess what he is thinking, whether it is anger, joy, or sadness.

The political situation in the United Kingdom of Tulanx is different from that of the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire, which has created a different temperament, or character, of those in power.

Zangowell never said how the two were in front of people, but in his self-perception, as long as he can take back the power that should belong to him from Henrietta, it is the greatest affirmation of his ability to govern, and it is also his comprehensive surpassing of Kirclove? Stewart, Zaire? Abdul, Virginia? Embodiment of Alexander et al.

And Tang Fang, who is "cast by the morning star", is the biggest stepping stone in front of him!

Oh no...... It's the last cockroach.

Tramont didn't know what Zangwill's thoughts, and even if the two were the most intimate, they couldn't see his heart through that face.

"Brother, I will come to you with that boy's head, and let his name be a pearl that adorns your crown of thorns."

ZangoWill nodded, glad that Tramon said that.

"Before you do that, you're going to meet Harvin of King Lionheart's Independent Fleet? Kasan, and I'm going to convince the wall-riders. ”

A smile suddenly appeared on Tramon's iron-hard face, which was not beautiful, it had a kind of viciousness, and it could also be said to be vicious.

"I think you should start with Tripatti first, I heard that Captain Tang of 'Morning Star Forged' has a few great beauties around him, if it is promised to that old pervert as a trophy, it should be easy to convince him...... After all, that was his life's pursuit. Women, especially beautiful women, are even more important than the country in his eyes. ”

"I remember at a palace banquet, the old pervert lost his words after drinking, and once said that as long as the Galactic Enchantress can be married to him for one night, he would rather pay the price of half a duke."

It's hard to imagine that a guy who has always been iron-blooded and ruthless in front of outsiders would have such a vicious mind.

It was only in front of Zanggo Will that he would reveal the poisonous sting needle hidden behind his cloak.

Zangowell said, "I have a plan for how to convince those people, and you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Wait for good news from my brother." Tramont bowed slightly, then disconnected from the communication line.

The light on the big screen slowly faded, and the hall became dim. The moonlight leaks through the window lattice, and spreads softly on the ground, demure and graceful.

Trist stood under the porch, his whole body melting into the shadow of the veil.

"It's late at night, go to sleep."

Until Zangowell's voice sounded, he bowed slightly and stepped backwards.

………… (To be continued......)