Chapter 80: A Bleeding Heart
Rod snapped back to the gloomy afternoon at the Aldolf Palace, where the Electors from all over the empire had gathered. The gorgeous lineup and scenes were supposed to be exciting. Discuss some major historical events, such as fighting chaos or something. However, the reality is that when a group of bigwigs of the Emperor Elector get together, what they discuss is not about working together to resist the barbarian attack, but about who should send the army and who will bear the military expenses after the army.
Now, when the picture turns, it is a reproduction of the scene at that time. It's just that the topic of discussion is more realistic, more practical - begging for money.
Everyone knows that Marienburg is the bridgehead of the Empire, but what does it matter to me? Needless to guess, Rhodes also knows the psychology of these candidates.
Alas. I wish they would realize in a few years how shallow and naΓ―ve what they care about today. It's a pity that people don't turn back until the end. But by then it was too late.
Rhodes suddenly hoped that the post-apocalyptic monarch Carl Franz could appear soon and grow up quickly. It's a pity that this guy is still a playboy until now, he wants force without force, and he wants intelligence without intelligence. Waste one. Perhaps, all the Ming monarchs in history had similar experiences?
"I don't want to see him again. β
After the meeting, Theodoric walked beside Rhodes, scolding.
But it doesn't matter. For Rhodes, it really doesn't matter. The empire is like mud, rotten to the extreme. It can't be expected to be built into a wall, a strong wall to defend against the invasion of Chaos. It's just a puddle of mud, and there may be more Chaos believers within the empire than in the northern Norsca region.
In those unseen corners, in those chaotic and filthy ghettos, disease and hunger are devouring innocent subjects of the Empire, who have no access to clean water, enough food, sick and desperate. One can only pray to the gods to save them. However, how many gods in the old world could really save them, and in the end, the one who really saved them was probably the evil god Nurgle.
It's just that the people don't care if you're an evil god or a righteous god, as long as you can save them in the end. Rhodes believed that in Fort Marion, with a population of one million, Aldolph, there were at least tens of thousands of Chaos believers. They may not have joined on purpose, but they were forced by the hard life to walk into the arms of chaos little by little.
Order and chaos, one side is strong and the other side is weak. This is a dynamic equilibrium, but in the last days, this equilibrium is about to be destroyed and collapse.
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Kislev, Bandagar Palace.
"The activities of small religious groups are becoming more and more frequent. Moreover, there is a trend towards an increase in personnel. I have a feeling that someone must be behind this. The more gangs and religious groups there are, the more difficult it is to manage, and law and order is starting to become problematic. We're running out of manpower. β
In Queen Dennis's office, Boris Boca whispered. He will report to the queen on his recent work. However, the queen was not more concerned about his work report......
"Boris, look at me. β
Dennis spoke almost in a commanding tone. The voice was cold and piercing. It seemed that in an instant, the candles in the room dimmed.
Boris did not dare to say anything. In fact, it's not that he doesn't dare to speak up, but he can't. He had decided to sever all relations with the queen other than work. As long as it is unrelated to work, he will try to avoid it. However, Dennis doesn't think so......
She got up from her red carpet chair, walked down, and stood in front of Boris -
"Am I just annoying you?"
"No, you are the noble queen. The people of Kislev will not get tired of you, and neither will I. β
Boris's answer was firm and forceful. It was as if it was a petrified heart, a hard, brave heart. However, no one knows how much Boris's heart hurts when facing Queen Dennis. He loved her so much, and he still does. But he couldn't be with her. Even if you look at it more, your heart is like a knife. Her shadow, her voice, always appeared in his dreams. Then at dawn it shattered into pieces. Day after day repeat.
In the midst of repeated torture, even praying to the bear god Ersun was to no avail. Boris thought of leaving the city of Kislev forever, leaving the palace. However, this required the consent of Tsar Pavel. It's just that Pavel won't agree. Both himself and his father Vladimir had sworn allegiance to him, and his father's abilities were obvious to all, and Pavel would never exile such a talent.
"Then please look me in the face. β
The Queen's cold, commanding voice sounded again. It was hard for Boris to sit on the edge of his seat.
He wasn't afraid, he wasn't afraid of her. It's just that I'm afraid to see each other again and sink deeper.
"I can't. Her Majesty the Queen. "Twenty fifty thousand
A firm and powerful voice came from deep in the throat. Boris's heart is dripping blood. This is the only woman who made him lose himself. But if you can't have her, it's impossible in this life.
"Coward!"
Dennis's angry roar echoed through the room, and the walls around him were plastered with a thin layer of ice.
Pain was piling up inside her.
"Yes, you're going to treat me as a coward. β
Boris replied weakly. Melancholy crawled all over his face, like a cloud of gloom, replacing the sunny and enthusiastic teenager of the past.
"You applied for a transfer from Pavel?"
Dennis's voice finally calmed down. She looked out the window, melancholy and sad.
"Yes. β
Boris replied in a whisper.
"You are weak and unstable. You know what?"
Dennis scoffed.
"It's my weakness. I can't afford it. β
Boris sighed. His voice brushed the queen's heart, but it left no trace.
"Pavel won't let you go. The city guards, the security of Kislev depends on you and your father. β
"My father could do it all on his own. β
Boris stubbornly resisted.
"But how do you tell him why you're leaving?" Dennis turned and stared at Boris again, "Are you going to tell him that you're in love with a woman who is the queen and you're in pain?"
"Say no more, please let me go, okay?"
Boris spoke in a much louder voice.
"Hehe, yes. β
Dennis is back in the dust.
Boris breathed a sigh of relief. But then, Dennis saidβ
"Unless I dig out your heart so that you can let go. β
Her answer was so cruel and cold. Boris's heart was in turmoil. For a moment, Boris recalled what Rhodes had told him - the gods have chosen you, they must train you, where you are weak, they will discipline you, let you be frustrated, let you grow, only scarred all over, can finally be invincible.
Boris thought that perhaps the gods knew that they were emotionally weak, so they gave birth to such a sadomasochistic relationship to torture themselves. However, if this is the case, I would rather not be the one chosen by the gods......