The people here are all smart, with the same keen political acumen and foresight, and they have figured out the same thing in different times.

Both Taryn and Trist were paving the way for Tramon's speech.

If the above words are flowers, then the previous double reed is a green leaf.

His Majesty's henchmen and close ministers were not at all at odds of opinion, they had a heart of unity.

Some of the old ministers looked at Henrietta and then at Zanggowell, and finally understood why His Majesty had a disappointed look at his uncle when he had finished his conversation.

Because the one-man show is very boring and lacks the fun of interaction.

And the one-man show written, directed and acted by himself is even more uninteresting.

Many looked at him with frightened eyes, and some looked straight ahead, not knowing what they were thinking, but from their slightly trembling hands, their gently twitching faces, or their frequently writhing postures, it was clear that their hearts were not at peace, but rather magnificent.

Henrietta remained calm, her expression calm, and her heart calmer.

The sneer on Melore's lips grew thicker, and her eyebrows were raised with a hint of mockery, as if she had known that things would develop like this.

Arnasi cowered in the shadows in the corner of the room, gently kneading the hose that carried oxygen with his withered fingers.

It left its nostrils and landed in the palm of the old prince's hand, the overflowing air blowing waves through the silky robes.

Form a legion to crusade against "Aradel" and expel Tang Fang and his cluster of living warships out of the country?

It's not that simple.

The Tang side is only one of His Majesty's goals, and perhaps the term "secondary goal" is closer to the truth.

He is still just a small person, at least in the heart of His Majesty, a small person who can be used at will to achieve his own political goals.

Because he has feelings, because he is a very ordinary person. Even if he controls a formidable military force, he is still a weakling, a chess piece, a chess piece that can be used as he pleases!

As Tramon once said, "The sound of a cockroach popping with your foot is beautiful." ”

They never saw him as an equal to themselves.

If the Tang side is only driven out of "Aradel", the old-school forces may be negatively affected and continue to go far on the road of disadvantage. But it will never break the muscles and bones and fall into a desperate situation.

But if we can use this as an opportunity to push this crusade into a national war, what will be the result?

Because of Henrietta's relationship with the Tang side, the command of this war will inevitably be concentrated in the hands of Zanggowell, and the new forces will further control the country's military power, and then affect the entire officialdom, triggering a domino effect and making the disadvantage of the old forces worse.

Then through a variety of means, such as dispersion, reorganization, differentiation, co-optation, and restraint. With Henrietta's influence in both the military and political worlds at its minimum, His Majesty will only have to sit on the sidelines, and the old-school forces will fall apart.

On the other hand, if it really forms an alliance with the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire and obtains sufficient political capital, Zanggowell's prestige will grow explosively, completely overshadowing Henrietta. Even Alnacy became a figure of the rank of Kirklough I. Reign over the entire United Kingdom of Tulanx.

This is the final blow to the old-school forces, who will be completely reduced to a former wave in the political history of the kingdom without military coup d'état or conspiracy.

If Zangowell had been more generous, Henrietta might have followed the path of Arnacy. People including Melol and Gilcott will be marginalized and thrown somewhere to retire.

In fact, Henrietta may not be able to survive as tenaciously as Al Naci, and not everyone lives so long.

Only those who know Zanggowell know that there is no "if" at all, and that His Majesty the King is not Henrietta. He would not have treated his uncle the same way Henrietta had treated Arnacy, he would have cut off the head of his greatest political rival with his own hands, and would have the crown of thorns on his head with those blood makeups.

Of course, whether the execution was carried out by grinding the flesh with a blunt knife or by cutting through the mess with a quick knife depends on the mood of His Majesty the King.

The people who figured out the key looked at Zan Gowell sitting on the rostrum with shocked and frightened expressions.

The body was not burly, let alone strong, on the contrary, it had a weak taste.

But such an ordinary body contains the power of panic.

The time of Henrietta has passed, and the stage that belongs to Zanggowell is coming.

The faces of the members of the new faction were not shocked, but also a little proud, and proud.

Many of the people in the Wall Riding Sect flickered their eyes for a while, and then they looked at the face on the rostrum that seemed to be solidified by glue and showed a blazing light, and they finally made up their minds to follow in the footsteps of His Majesty the King from now on.

Henrietta, Melol and others guessed that Zanggowell would make trouble in the joint council, but they didn't expect that their good nephew borrowed an east wind and dragged the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire into this domestic political chaos.

Of course, such an accident is not unexpected at all, for the result, they have been mentally prepared in advance, no matter how unexpected the process is, it is difficult to stir the nerves of several princes.

Except for lords and ministers belonging to old-school forces.

Their faces were occupied by panic, their hearts were filled with loss, and they looked at the rostrum with resentful and angry eyes, not understanding why the old men did not move, let alone speak, and always remained calm, sitting back and watching as Zangowell pushed this victory to the extreme, pushing the old-school forces into the abyss.

"It's long overdue to leave a way back for yourself."

"I regret that I shouldn't have made that choice in the first place."

"This day has finally come......"

Some ministers of the old-school forces began to regret it, and looked at a few people on the rostrum with complicated expressions, both in their eyes and in their expressions, revealing a sad mood of desperation.

The lords who were outside the power core of the old-school forces either lowered their eyebrows and pondered, or their eyes wandered, or they bit their lower lipes, thinking about what to do next, considering whether to change their banners and at least save their lives.

Tucenna once again looked at the empty seats not far away. What does it mean that Tripathi doesn't speak up and doesn't attend? Is he really sick, or is he shirking?

If it's a prevarication, deliberately keep silent, what kind of emotions do you want to express? Is it a protest? To whom to protest? His enemy is obviously Captain Tang. It makes sense that he should have participated......

Wait, Tucena looked up, his terrified gaze falling on Zangowell's face.

He thought of a possibility, if everything was a conspiracy.

Captain Tang is a chess piece, and Tripati is also a chess piece, including the members of the United Council, who are also a chess piece in someone's hand.

It's horrible, it's horrible.

His hand shook slightly. The right eyelid is jumping all over again.

All this is a political conspiracy orchestrated by His Majesty.

He was terrified of his own thoughts, and even more terrified of the faceless face on the podium, and for the first time felt that it was not a face, but a black hole that could devour everyone.

He finally knew why Tripathi chose to remain silent, because he was unwilling, but he didn't dare, so he could only protest by silence.

He looked at Henrietta and the others again. I think His Royal Highness the Regent is really pitiful.

Like Tripati, they were helpless and simply kept silent. Watch His Majesty the King sing a one-man show.

That kid named Tang Fang is even more pitiful, pathetic, and stupid, how long does it take him to understand that the world is cruel, society is sinister, and survival is not easy?

"It was ZangoWill who won."

Tucsner looked at Arnacy's old face. Whisper softly in a voice that only you can hear.

When the atmosphere in the room returned to calm, Zangowell said in a cheerful voice, "Vote." ”

Simply expelling the Tang side from the country does not require the use of the national military force, but if it is to launch a national-level war, it will naturally have to gain the support of the majority of lords.

Praise Will's words kicked off a new round of action.

Needless to say, members of the new faction. More than 90 per cent of the members of the Wall Rider faction voted in favor, and only a very small number abstained.

Nearly 40% of the lords of the old school also went to Zanggowell, and the few nobles who were close to Henrietta did not even have the strength to press the opposition button.

The results of the vote have not yet been announced, and Zangowell has already won.

It's just that such a victory, in the eyes of His Majesty the King, is really a bit boring.

It's wonderful to have struggles, and it's good to have heroes in the twilight, but now it's good, Henrietta and Melol are like spectators throughout the whole process, with calm expressions and calm eyes, watching him direct an untouching drama.

They shouldn't be spectators, Al Nacy is.

Tramont returned to his seat from the podium, a smug expression on his face that cooled from Henrietta's indifference.

He couldn't understand why the old fellow was so calm, was he disheartened, or was his heart already strong?

Why is Melol, who has always been known for her short temper, so calm?

They...... What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for? The overall situation has been decided, can they still turn the tables around? Impossible!

Trist and several dignitaries of state walk to the vote-counting system.

Taryn had a brilliant smile on his face that only a winner has.

Edwina's side face is charming, like a goblin.

Servis wiped his hands with a handkerchief, the concentration and cruelty on his face made it seem that he was not wiping his hands, but clearly wiping a blood-stained sword.

Li Yun's projection vibrated gently, like a wave mark thrown into a lake.

The result of the vote was not a surprise, and it cannot be a surprise.

Trist's smile was eerie.

A prominent state official belonging to an old-school power trembled and barely had the strength to walk.

There was no one to help him, no one to help him.

At this moment, however, a state security officer entered through a side door in the corner of the venue, with a somewhat panicked, solemn, and slightly playful expression on his face.

No one noticed his presence, everyone was making their own calculations, thinking about what to do next and what to do in their own favor.

Trist's assistant spoke to the man and walked into the room.

Only then did the people notice something unusual, and they all woke up from their distractions, and watched the assistant gentleman walk up to the Secretary of State, whisper for a while, and then hand him a PDA.

Trist was obviously a little at a loss, hesitated in place for a moment, waved his hand back from the assistant, and turned to walk towards the rostrum.

The smile on his face was gone. Replaced by calm, only a few ministers who knew him well knew that such calm was not really calm, but pretended calm.

It didn't take long for the PDA to come from his hand to Zangowell.

His Majesty looked at the monitor for a moment, his expressionless face frowning slightly.

The vote-checking process was suspended, and many people looked at the rostrum with puzzled eyes. I can't figure out what's going on.

"Go to the big screen." ZangoWill thought for a moment, and said, "I'd like to see what he's going to do." ”

This sentence was addressed to Trist, and also to Henrietta, for His Royal Highness the Regent's originally calm face showed a smile, not a smug smile, but a relieved smile, perhaps...... There's also a hint of sarcasm in it.

As for who the target of ridicule is, it is natural to explain.

Trist took the PDA and stepped back. In just a few breaths, the display equipment of the dome was slowly lowered, and six large monitors in a circular shape were awakened from sleep, revealing an unexpected scene.

No, it's a portrait!

According to some, it was a man who should have been dead for a long time.

Yes, he is Surbacho, the legal successor of Congreve. The man who was labeled death by the opposition to reformers.

There was an exclamation at the venue, especially Reeves? Kernar's voice was the highest.

"Sulbacho. It's Sulbacho! Isn't he already dead? Why are you still alive? ”

"yes, why is he still alive? Could it be that Reeves is lying? ”

Many people look at Reeves? Kernar, and a few others looked at Zangowell in the middle of the podium.

The former wondered why Surbacho didn't die, and the latter didn't know what Zangowill's plan was, and the channel on which Surbacho appeared was the official media of "Aradell", which had already fallen into the hands of Captain Tang.

"I'm Sulbacho. I'm alive. Sulbacho did not give much time for the lords and ministers present to think, and he said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry to disappoint some people. ”

Putting some people down? Bring anyone down, Reeves?

It was noted that Sulbacho had a very bad complexion and bloodshot eyes. His face was as white as a piece of paper, and there were purple-brown cracks walking beneath his dull skin.

"Actually, if I live like this, it is better to die, which is also a relief...... Isn't it, Uncle Reeves? ”

With that, Sulbacho raised his right hand.

It can't be described as a "hand" anymore, it's just a wriggling mass of rotten meat.

Some began to gag, others turned pale.

Zangowill, Tramon, Edwina and the others frowned, their faces a little complicated.

"Thanks to the Supreme Council, I became a monster, and likewise, thanks to the Supreme Council, my esteemed father became a monster."

After saying this, the picture flashed, and Sulbacho's face was replaced by a video material, which was the scene of Congreve's corpse.

The picture changes, and Sulbacho returns to the screen: "My father did not die from excessive drinking, the real cause of his death was that he was killed and killed when he found out that the 'Rulzan' scientific research park was mixed with people from the Supreme Council." ”

This is followed by three video clips, the first of which is a scientific researcher dressed in a white hexagram talking to Congreve, and the two sides are talking and laughing. The second account is that Congreve is arguing with them. The third piece of information is that the long-tongued monster is chasing and killing several people from the Tang side.

Same place, different events.

"My father had been carrying out reforms in his domain, which moved the cheese of many clansmen and vassal families of the family, so the Duchy of Kernar was divided into two, advocating the occupation of 'Aradell' by the reformers and the occupation of 'Josena' by the reformers."

"In the beginning, I was a member of the anti-reform faction, but as time went on, I began to understand my father and tried to persuade the anti-reformers to accept his ideas."

"The result is frustrating and even more tragic, my dear uncle and mother, with the help of the Supreme Council, turned me into a walking corpse, a marionette, a puppet controlled by the Devourer, to thwart reform, to fight against my father, and to defend the interests of them and the family behind them."

"Yes, in order to confront my father, my dear uncle, and my mother, I did not hesitate to unite the notorious Supreme Council."

"It wasn't until my father found out that he had to use murder to silence him and use force to suppress those suspicious reformist ministers."

"God is always kind, isn't he?"

"Fortunately, the lame tricks they used to cover up his father's unnatural death brought out a person, Tang Fang!"

"Naturally, this is unfortunate for them. The Edward fleet was defeated by the combined attack of the Obsidian fleet and the living warships, and in this situation, the Supreme Council member appeared in a mixed battleship. ”

"He was very strong, and he almost pushed Captain Tang into a corner, but unfortunately he was defeated."

The footage changed again, and a minute-long battle material was played, which was the battle between the Seraphic and the Enma.

"Well, that's not all, it's just part of the battle situation filmed at Goldin Military Port, if anyone doubts the authenticity of the war, the official media homepage of 'Aradell' has the whole process of the duel between the Tang side and the mixed warship."

"Whether it's from the perspective of a son of man or a duke administrator, I should say thank you to him."

"So, for those who accuse Captain Tang of interfering in the internal affairs of 'Aradell', I sincerely ask you to shut up. Also, I want to say to my dear uncle that you will go to hell for all these crimes committed in 'Josenna'. ”

At this, he paused for a moment, and said in a tone of regret and sorrow, "It's a pity that I only have a week left to see the day when you and your supporters will be crowned, but I promise that Elena will take revenge on my behalf and get back what we deserve." ”

"Also, please don't say that Captain Tang is not qualified, because she will become an important member of the Kernar family tree in the near future."

"Uncle...... I'm waiting for you in hell. (To be continued......)