"Your Majesty, it's time for the boring quarrel to end, and when it's lunchtime, I'll help them finish it."

The emperor nodded: "I'm tired of hearing it too." ”

With that, the Imperial Chancellor got up again, cleared his throat with a few coughs, and began to recite a fable;

"A lion allows a fly to stand on its own wound,

The flies praised the lion a few words a day, praising the lion's greatness and tolerance, and then destroying the wound by the way, making the wound worse, until one day the lion fell and the carcass was full of maggots. ”

There was silence for a few seconds before people came back to their senses,

Lord Cornwall said angrily: "Lord Marquis, say whatever you want, and don't make these bells and whistles fairy tales!" Doesn't that mean you have to fight! ”

Dali Einfoot scanned the entire venue:

"The sour smell in this room is that our arguments are meaningless, and that the great affairs of this world are never achieved by a few words from someone or by negotiations.

The fist is the truth, the sword is the righteousness,

Only a dead cultist is a good cultist. ”

Empress Salantos didn't say a word since she entered the venue, she sat like a statue among the imperial generals, her eyebrows revealing a fierce determination, and she was ready to get up and say a few words at this moment.

She was not angry and arrogant, and when she came out with a hoarse voice in her laziness, no one dared to interfere with her voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me say a word,

I don't care about anything else, but I have a blood feud with that old fellow Diamund, who killed my eldest daughter, Rosemary, and adopted son, Victor, and countless fellow Valsta, for which he and the remnants of Voodoo must die. ”

The most powerful man in the chamber has taken a stand, and the big picture has been decided,

But the dovish leader, Lord Cornwall, was still making his last struggles, and only the strong argument turned into a whispered pleading pleading:

"Your Majesty, we, the people of Solan, are quite afraid, so you should show mercy, put aside your hatred, and accept peace negotiations!"

"Negotiation...... Hmph...... "The Emperor's sharp gaze almost pierced the Lord's soul, making him tremble:

"You're wrong, Lord, it's not you who should be feared, it's the Voodoo cultists who provoke the wrong people."

A quarter of an hour later,

The meeting ended unhappily, and the Solan hawks won a complete victory, and the last obstacle to sending troops was completely removed.

Duke Leclerc finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he followed the emperor, and finally caught up with her big steps, rubbing his hands back and forth excitedly:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for all your efforts, and to be honest, I don't want to go to war, but the current situation forces me to do so.

I had insomnia last night, and I wondered if we had banished that old guy from Diamond and prevented him from intersecting with the old king, would Solan have a peaceful future? ”

"Very good idea, Lord Duke," the Emperor paused.

"But it's a pity that there will never be peace, the war will only be 5 minutes late, and everyone needs to face it bravely."

Leclerc slapped the solid wood wainscoting and nearly collapsed;

"Our generals are frightened by those demons and monsters,

The soldiers at the bottom are more serious, there are too many deserters, there are more deserters than attendees, and to be honest, I am afraid myself, I don't know how you Valstads managed to be fearless. ”

"You can't be blamed for this, you are a respectable patriot, and you sincerely hope that the kingdom of Solan will prosper and become rich and powerful, Lord Leclerc,

The Solan nobility does not have a martial knightly tradition, you are not a warrior, but a politician, and you cannot appreciate the life of the battlefield with a pen in your hand every day.

You must know that this war of unprecedented scale is not as simple as the death of a million people, but the tragedy of the death of one person, which happened a million times.

To politicians, a million is just a cold and boring number,

For soldiers, it's all living comrades who are falling one by one, so, do you understand, Lord Duke, this is the difference between us, between politicians and soldiers. ”

After leaving the St. Ferralus City Hall, at the invitation of Duke Leclerc, the Empress and the Imperial Ministers went to the Solan Barracks for dinner to boost the morale of the Kingdom Army officers.

In the huge canteen, the wives of several soldiers hugged their husbands' legs and wept bitterly, and then they were persuaded to leave by the military police.

The Count of Neulay, dressed in the uniform of the marshal, was very dissatisfied with the state of the Allies, and complained to his friend Colonel Condamhardt, Solan:

"What's wrong with your kingdom army, you actually let your family members into the barracks, how can you fight with this kind of military discipline?"

"Frightened by Voodoo, everyone is terrified, after all, being eaten alive by a monster is much more terrible than being stabbed to death with a bayonet." Colonel Condehumhart lit a cigarette:

"The cult leader Diamund, has planted the seeds of fear in the hearts of our Solans, and I guess you have seen in today's meeting, the nobles, the clergy, the rich merchants, the landlords, and the poor are all passively avoiding war."

"You guessed it, that meeting was terrible.

The dignitaries of St. Pharallus are all urging the king to negotiate peace, but fortunately, your Prime Minister, the Duke of Leclerc, still has some brains and knows that it is impossible to reach a peace agreement with the cultists. ”

The colonel lightly hammered the table: "I don't know what to be afraid of, you have to fight sooner or later anyway, you can't avoid it for a while, roll up your sleeves and do it!" It's ridiculous to have to have a meeting to discuss. ”

"It's ridiculous from your point of view, and if you Solan soldiers were as brave as you are, Brother Condelhardt, the situation wouldn't be as bad as it is now."

"For the friendship of our two lives, cheers, friendship!"

"Friendship, brother, may the friendship between Valstad and the Solan people last forever, may the farmland not dry up again, may the hunters return with a full load, may the women not steal men!"

"Haha, you're a quick learner, Brother Neulai, you can already toast in the slang of the Solan nation, you shouldn't be a soldier, you should go to a university to study the language."

Neulai burped: "If you want to praise me, praise my courage, but my brain is a piece of mush, and our majesty always counts me down because of this, saying that I am the stupidest marshal of the empire." ”

"Speaking of your Majesty," Condehumhardt said, turning his gaze:

"Her saber was nothing extraordinary, the hilt and scabbard were pitch black, and the air around her seemed to be shrouded in black ripples, as if soaked in black ink."

"It is the Sword of 'Twilight', the legendary weapon of slaying dragons, forged from the fragments of the meteorite and ancient secret arts, and it is a treasure of our majesty's family.

Originally, it was enshrined in the museum of the Golden Lake Palace, but now it is necessary to fight against the monsters of the Voodoo Cult, so His Majesty carries this sword with him as a saber. ”

"It sounds so powerful, Brother Neulai must tell me in detail, I like to make iron and forge swords myself, and I like to ponder the craftsmanship of all kinds of famous swords."

"Uh...... What's this...... I don't know anything about metal casting, so you're asking the wrong person, but I dare to pack a ticket, even if this sword is rubbish sold at a cheap blacksmith shop, it will be worth a lot, after all, the wearer is the best in the world. ”

"Good words!

The value of the sword is not reflected in the casting process, but in who its owner is, and if its owner uses the blade to cut off the head of a famous person, the value of the sword will soar and become a masterpiece in the eyes of collectors! ”

Condehumhardt had a dream of being a blacksmith since he was a child, and when it came to swords, he gushed endlessly, but this time, something different came to his mind, and he couldn't wait to ask his friend:

"Neuer, I've seen you go out of your way to block bullets for the Empress, what made you so loyal to her that you were willing to give your life without even thinking about it?"

The Earl of Neule, who was originally smiling, suddenly became serious,

He put out the cigarette roll in the ashtray and put down his glass:

She swore on the battlefield, when she was still a princess, that she was willing to give everything for Valstad, and that she would never take a step back on the battlefield.

And she did it, even the child's life was dedicated to the country, and she herself contracted a serious illness due to overwork, and her life was short.

It is a great blessing for those of us who are courtiers to work under such a great monarch. ”

"It's blood-wrenching, if only our Soran king were just as great, huh......

Neule, your loyalty is impressive, but I guess some people say it's foolishness, philosophers say to love yourself, you don't have to fight for others, that's irrational, what do you think about that? ”

"Foolish ...... It has indeed been said that this loyalty is certainly irrational,

It is a deep love, and love does not need to be rational. ”