Horse-drawn carriages drove through the streets.

The freshly dressed and angry horse-guarding knights, the mysterious and awe-inspiring family coat of arms of different colors and forms, attracted a pause from the roadside, pointing and discussing.

The direction in which the carriage went was very uniform. Looks, like a group of sharks that smell blood.

"Phew!"

In the central square of Atlanta, a young man with a big sword on his back and dressed as a mercenary watched a carriage belonging to the nobles of Prime Minister Donald's family drive by, and spat on the ground fiercely.

"These damn bastards. ”

There was a crowd all around. Every glance at the departing carriage was full of resentment and helplessness.

Since the outbreak of the war, the bulletin board of the temple has become a gathering place for people who are concerned about the war. Whether it is small merchants and hawkers, mercenary knights, and even gentlemen and nobles, they all gather here, in groups of three, in groups of five, to inquire about the news of the front line.

Compared to the Empire's normal news distribution channels, the news delivery speed of Shirantang is faster. Also, you can hear all sorts of gossip here. Whether this news is true or not, it is much better to hear it than to be anxious and not know anything.

Once the crowd gathered, and someone said that someone listened, many indignant feelings were vented. What you don't usually dare to say is no longer taboo.

Just like at this moment, looking at those noble carriages speeding by, not only did the young man take a spit, but the crowd was already scolding.

Everyone knew that these nobles had gathered in Atlanta to force Edward's palace.

Since he learned about the erosion of the war situation in Lulian, even the lowest civilians knew that this time, Edward I was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

Over the years. This emperor, His Majesty, was bullied to death by Prime Minister Donald.

Half of the Imperial Cabinet officials are Donald's people. The army, the economy, all in his hands. It can be described as covering the sky with one hand.

For a long time, Edward's will. Even the Imperial Power Mountain can't go down.

Even if it reaches the political cabinet, it is similar to waste paper. Even a small clerk would dare to put aside his will and do as Donald said.

But even in this situation, Edward never burned out. There is no broken can, drunk and dreaming of death. Over the years, the empire has been able to overwhelm the other two empires economically, and he has been able to make many ordinary commoners and nobles feel the improvement in living standards, and he has contributed a lot.

The hearts of the people are toward Edward. Many aristocrats, but also staunch royalists.

Especially after the outbreak of war. It is the call of the royal family that has allowed this empire to reluctantly twist into a rope and compete with the Phillips to hold on until now.

Even many aristocrats privately admit that the century-old imperial power is more centripetal than a person like Donald after all. And the character and ability of the royal family are also better than those under Donald who only know how to make money. Lords and generals who only know how to exploit are much better. The stark difference between the two sides in the early stages of the war is proof of this.

And since Princess Eretia entered the Temple of the Holy Virgin. His Majesty Edward also seized the opportunity to try to cheer up.

Seeing that the nobles have reached an agreement, and seeing that the empire has newly formed three major legions, they will fight to the death with the Firetes. But no one expected that at this juncture, Lulian's situation would suddenly collapse in a state of near collapse. Slipped down.

The reason why the nobles of the empire trusted Edward at the beginning and Lulian's victory was a very key factor. And at this moment, Lulian has eroded like this, and the lords naturally have doubts about the true leadership of the royal family.

The Longmen defense line was broken through, and Lulian was rotten. Solan's royal family has been weak for a long time. After all, he can't afford to lead the Solan nobles.

At this time, even if someone is willing to put the final bet on Edward, when Donald comes to Atlanta and puts on a posture of forcing the palace, this mind will be shaken.

After all, Solan has reached the most dangerous time, and instead of letting Edward continue to be on the throne and Donald's internal friction, it is better to simply let him go.

"That being said....... "But these guys never thought that someone like Donald could compete with the Philets?"

"Hmph, once Lulian is defeated, these nobles are afraid that they don't want to continue to resist," there is a clear human, "They look at Donald to the left to force the palace, but they want to see that this Saint Solan has become the thing of his Donald family, and he will do his best, and he will no longer stand idly by like now." ”

"Yes, Donald has been in business for so many years, and the power in his hands cannot be underestimated, but since the beginning ......of the war, who has seen that their gang has really fought against the Friedos?

In the midst of the discussion, the person who understood before nodded, and continued: "Besides, Donald and the Holy See are wearing the same pants at all, and they really can't beat it, and there is room to turn around." ”

"Turn?" one of the mercenaries sneered, "just surrender! The final result is just the difference between whether our Solan is occupied by the Phillip or the Pompeii Empire!"

"Donald, this old dog is horrible about this," someone scolded, "and he's addicted to the emperor anyway." In the future, a crown can be added to the family coat of arms. It's fucking disgusting!"

"When the time comes, it will still be us who will suffer," said an elder with a shake of his white head, "Look at the south, and the province of Pru, what has become now." Neither the Philae nor the Pompeii take us as human beings. Wait until they conquer this place......"

Hearing his words, the crowd fell silent.

"Don't be discouraged," someone exhorted in a loud reassurance, "hasn't there been any news from Lulian yet?

"Don't dream," sighed a pessimistic gentleman, "look at Donald's impatience, don't you know how bad it is over there? Now before you grab others, grab everything you can get your hands on!"

"yes. Minai is a famous general of the Philip Empire, and although it is very uncomfortable, I have to admit that this guy is really a genius," said a freelancer, "look at his plan." Let's play it around. Like a cow being led by the nose, where can there be a chance to resist?"

"Archduke Adolf is doomed this time, Fano is in the night canyon, and the fjord has fallen into the hands of Frey, and this battle is lost, no matter how you look at it. ”

People were talking. The sound is getting lower and lower.

Even in the scorching summer, everyone felt a sadness from their bones.

A hundred years ago, the Solan Empire was so majestic. What heroes Grand Duke Solan and his army that swept the world!

And at this moment, the statues of the founding fathers are still standing in the square. But their eyes were on the untold humiliation of the country.

And what is even more desperate is that even everyone present has a body of blood. I wanted to carry a knife to fight with the Feilie people immediately, but the carriages that drove leisurely added to this sadness and humiliation.

At this moment, suddenly, someone outside the crowd shouted.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

People turned their heads to see an unknown messenger carrying a letterbox. Escorted by several knights, it galloped like the wind from the direction of Nanmen Street.

The crowd was in front of them. Automatically split a road. All eyes were on the Messenger.

The messenger did not squint, and rode straight to the small building of the Atlan branch in the unknown church, and he flew up like a harrier, and when he landed, he rushed up the stairs with a single lunge.

Back in the time of the Messenger. The wooden door of the small building had already been opened by the staff of the unknown hall. As the messenger hurried inside, the staff stopped the others who were trying to follow and slammed the door shut.

The sun is blazing.

Downstairs, people tilted their heads. Like silent sculptures, looking up at the wooden door.

In the eyes, there is anxiety, expectation, worry, and sadness.

No one spoke, and no one moved a little. Everyone just watched quietly and waited quietly. Some people held hands, fingers clasped together, leaning on each other. The women bowed their heads and prayed in low voices. A crisp and pleasant voice rang out, it was a young girl singing a hymn of prayer.

A few pigeons cooed and flew over the heads of the crowd and joined the flock of pigeons that had flown from the bell tower. The lonely pigeon whistle echoed over the city, over and over again.

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As the carriage drove into Edward's castle, Donald, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his somewhat loose eyelids, lifted the curtains, and looked out.

Thirty heavily armed knights in silver armor stood guard beside the carriage.

Four flag bearers and eight trumpeters were at the front of the convoy. The fluttering heraldic flags, as the convoy marched, hunted in the wind.

On both sides of the castle road, several aristocratic carriages were parked that were evasive.

One by one, the nobles, familiar or unfamiliar to Donald, were stepping out of the carriage and saluting this way.

Donald's face, hidden behind the curtains, looked at the men with a blank expression. It wasn't until he saw an earl named Ebutt that his indifferent eyes loosened a little.

He even lifted the curtain and nodded to Ebut.

A ray of joy emerged from the face of the nobleman in his forties, with a thin body and a goatee, his waist bent lower, and the expression on his face became more and more respectful.

The carriage passed the castle gates, and Donald lowered the curtains, a tired and smug smile on his face.

Donald was in his sixties, always well-groomed, and looked younger than people ten years younger than him. Thirty years of career at the pinnacle of power, so that he naturally has a momentum of not being angry and arrogant, like an eagle, like a wolf, like a tiger. Like mountains.

Sometimes, people not only wonder how could such a person fall.

This is an unanswered question.

For thirty years, everyone who went against Donald was dead. Many of them did not even pose the slightest threat to him. Donald just stretched out his little finger and pressed it gently, which was enough to wipe out the family with a long history and a long history.

The destruction of the family is a common ending for Donald's opponents.

And these grudges, these blood and fire, these screams that echoed in the sky above the Solan Empire, also put a hard and cold shell on Donald.

No one had the audacity to find out what was beneath this shell, only at this moment, a man was sitting in a carriage. When his expression was relaxed, he could find that this powerful minister who had ruled the Solan Empire for thirty years still couldn't withstand the sharp blade of time, and he was already old.

Especially in the last year, Donald discovered. I age very quickly.

The skin on his face has begun to sag, and his eyelids have drooped down like ordinary old people, squeezing a pair of slender eyes into a triangular shape. His eyes became cloudy, and his spirit was not as good as before.

Donald's hand, tapping lightly on the smooth rosewood handrail of the carriage, sighed.

I've been waiting too long for this day.

But fortunately, I finally waited.

The carriage skirted the pretty lawn in front of the castle. Drive along the gravel road towards the herringbone, gray-walled, red-roofed main building. In the castle, quite a few horse-drawn carriages have been parked. Some of the nobles stood on the side of the road, some on the lawn, in groups of three, in groups of five, talking in low voices.

When they saw the carriage, everyone stopped. Gather your gaze.

These gazes are complex, but also familiar. It's like a knight's joust. The audience saw the gaze of an incomparable knight of the victorious knight as he entered.

Whether it's adoration, jealousy, or hatred, they're just spectators who can't influence the outcome of the game.

When the carriage stopped in front of the building, Donald did not get out of the carriage immediately.

He sat in the carriage and imagined his rival, the emperor who was a dozen years younger than himself and looked like an elegant scholar. Maybe right now you're standing behind a window and watching yourself.

Donald suddenly had a feeling of unreality.

For thirty years, he once forced this opponent into a corner where he could only be beaten passively. Whether it is his vigorous youth or his deep and introverted middle age, he is not his opponent.

But he has enough tenacity.

Even if it's bruised all over his body. It even became a disdainful joke in the eyes of the nobles of the empire, and he clung to that last corner and never retreated from this last step.

Ten years ago, Donald felt the time was ripe to abolish the royal family and replace it himself. But ten years later, Edward still sits on the throne he yearns for infinitely. Even if it's just a puppet. And he, even if he has the power in the world, still stands below him and salutes him.

Especially since the outbreak of the war, relying on several victories and the opportunity of Eretia to join the Temple of the Virgin, Edward has even gradually recovered some of his disadvantages.

Even the three major legions formed with the strength of the whole country fell into his hands.

Donald is well aware of his strength. In politics, no one is their opponent. In terms of the number of troops in hand, it also occupies an absolute advantage in numbers. But if a war really broke out, he felt that he was not necessarily Edward's opponent.

A general like Safin, who can fight and can fight, is the most staunch royalist. As long as they are there, they want to tear their faces and do it, so they have to weigh it carefully.

The chances seem to be getting slimmer and slimmer.

Not only did the nobles support Edward because of Philip, a common enemy, but there were also behemoths like the Lanris family outside, who were also staring at Edward's throne.

Donald didn't think he was qualified to take on Langrith. The reason why he has been planning tirelessly is just because in the world of nobles, it is not who has a big fist and who can occupy that position. Sometimes, the right time, place and people, and coincidence, can make a person and a family.

And more, it is also unwilling.

For thirty years, he was unwilling to push his opponent into a corner, but failed to achieve a final victory.

Up to now, for Donald, as long as he can sit in this position, even if it is only for one day, it is enough to add a crown to the family coat of arms.

However, just when he thought that his chance was getting smaller and smaller, he didn't expect that this opportunity would suddenly appear in front of him.

It was all too suddenly, all of a sudden, to be in the carriage now, just chewing on the unreality over and over again.

Lulian lost.

In fact, from the beginning of Adolph's attack and trapping, Donald felt that this might be an opportunity. But I didn't expect that the famous general of the Feili Empire would shoot so cleanly. A ploy easily sent the Lulian army, which had been pinned on by the countrymen since the victory of Medin City, to the grave.

When the news came, Donald's first reaction was to wait.

But these nobles and strategists under his command felt that they couldn't wait any longer. When the time came for Lulian to erode and the Phillips army marched north, the whole country, in a state of grief and indignation, united against the enemy's cry, might give Edward another chance to continue to rely on.

Moreover, when the formation of the three major legions was completed and this force was in his hands, Edward was more confident. At that time, even if you want to tear your face, it will be too late.

So, now is the time.

And, only now! The time is fleeting.

Taking advantage of the fact that the news of Lulian has not completely dispersed, and while the news is only known to the nobles, and before the Lanris family has time to stretch out their hands, they will be close to the water and the moon first, forcing Edward to abdicate and replace him!

Closing his eyes and thinking about the whole process until he was sure that nothing was wrong, the corners of Donald's mouth hooked up with a cold smile. Although it was a little sudden, I have been preparing for thirty years. It's time to see you at the end of the day.

The gates of the palace have been pushed open.

All I need to do is step in, walk on the throne that I have dreamed of for 30 years, and sit on it!

The doors open.

A ray of sunshine poured in...... The ruling monthly ticket ranks fourteenth, and I haven't asked for a ticket for a year or two, and I rushed to this position all of a sudden. Sure enough, the bandit army deserves the title of the most beneficial, book friend group at the beginning. Thank you. Keep up the ...... today (To be continued......)