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Chapter One Hundred and Eight

The huge and heavy palace gate, when closed, seemed to have blocked out all the vitality of the outside world.

The ceiling is six meters high, and the dome-shaped ceiling is inlaid with uneven patterns, which is simple and full of solemnity, and the murals and reliefs left by the most famous artists of various eras on the walls are integrated with the round arched ceiling.

There are black sè curtains fluttering all around, which are indistinguishable from the black sè marble that was originally inlaid on the walls. In addition to the solemnity of the palace, it adds a bit of mystery to the black sè.

Twenty huge lampholders, the chassis is all made of red gold, and each red candle on it is the thickness of a child's arm, as if in a solemn atmosphere, the flames of the candle flame have been frozen, occasionally beating slightly, and then frozen, only the huge candle tears slowly flow down, condensing into a piece of bright scarlet sè.

The attendants, dressed in the grey linen robes characteristic of the court, stood cautiously in the corners, hiding their faces in the darkness like ghosts—they would not be allowed to make any movement unless the Supreme called.

In the most eye-catching position in the palace, a round seat is placed, surrounded by tall white sè jade pillars, plus gold corners, layer by layer of precious stones cat's eye agate wrapping, gorgeous as the god of the gods...... In fact, the eyes of the people looking at this seat at this moment are as if they are facing a shrine.

It's just that the supreme who is sitting in this position now, his dignity, at least in this world, is not much different from the gods.

Next to the altar, the flames of the two golden candles were already halfway burning, and the soft candlelight sprinkled on the face of the person on the altar, shining on the person's face like gold paper.

The robe, woven with pure gold thread and pale green silk, is soft and luxurious, embroidered with blooming irises, and each petal is jīng chic and delicate, jīng is as beautiful as a work of art. But under such a beautiful robe, the owner who covered it looked so ...... So...... Lifeless!!

The originally gray face turned into a strange golden sè in the candlelight, with high cheekbones and deeply sunken cheeks, which looked extraordinarily thin, with a sickly flush on the cheeks, and chapped lips as if the land had not been moistened by rain for many years.

The withered and curly hair seemed to have little vitality left, and the crown on the head, even though it was pure gold, inlaid with various gems of red sè, blue sè, and green sè, glittered in the candlelight.

But it is such a brilliance, which makes the owner's fatigue and weakness even more apparent.

If you look at it suddenly, you will even think that what is wrapped under this gorgeous costume is a corpse at all!

Apart from...... In those slightly closed eyes, there were occasional wisps of jīng light!

His Majesty, the current Emperor of the Byzantine Empire, who owns two-thirds of the continent, has tens of millions of subjects, is the noblest and sacred being of the empire, and the supreme lord of the country - Kantos Dolungaros Diavira Krenma, who has ruled the great Byzantine empire for forty-six years, and is even considered to be one of the top three emperors in the entire history of the Krenma family.

It can be said that this emperor can afford such a reputation.

His name was Kantos, and the word "Kantos" in ancient Byzantine means "knight's spear". At the same time, His Majesty the Emperor also has a resounding title: the Emperor of the Spear. His courage, his strength, his tenacity, were as sharp as a knight's spear.

At least, twenty years ago, he was.

The spearman was only nine years old when he inherited the throne, and the main power of the empire at that time was in the hands of his mother. He was lucky, because what he inherited was a vast empire. He was also unfortunate because his mother had several greedy brothers. At least before Kantos came of age, the power of the empire was once held by his mother's greedy brothers, who caused a miasma of imperial affairs, and even several of his cousins coveted the throne.

He had been assassinated six times before he was a minor, the most dangerous of which was when someone bribed his squire and cut off half of his saddle while he was riding, nearly being trampled to death by the horse's hooves. And what saddened him the most was that when he was fourteen years old, a court lady whom he loved and pampered for half a year gave him a cup of poisoned wine after a happy time.

And Kantos, he survived very tenaciously. Lived to the day of the rite of passage!

Over the next year or so, he subdued the Senate, which was known for its conservative power, as the legitimate heir to the imperial family, secretly won the support of the army on the promise of an increase in military status, and then, at a court banquet, pretended to be drunk and clashed, and stabbed to death a cousin with the greatest ambition for the throne in public. The next day, he mobilized his army into Dìdū and began a massive purge.

His mother's three brothers, the whole clan was uprooted, all the members of the direct family were executed, and within three rì, dìdū Oorgillia was killed in a river of blood, and thousands of people were empty.

And after his mother fell to his knees and begged him to leave his youngest brother alive, Cantos finally agreed after a night of deliberation. The youngest uncle was exiled to the Far East, but on the way to exile, he was robbed and killed by a group of thieves - no one would believe that it had nothing to do with Kantos.

For this reason, his mother lived in the deep palace from then on, and did not step out of the palace gate for five years, nor did she see her son again until the day she died!

Cantos has always been known for his tenacity, determination, perseverance, and cruelty. After he came to power in the empire, he personally led the standing forces of the empire to engage the Odin no less than twenty times. As the supreme supreme of the empire, this majesty is strong and stubborn, has experienced the front line, charged with the cavalry, fought together, went on an expedition to the northern country of Odin, and experienced the wind and snow of the northern country together - the little finger that he is now missing on his left foot is because he was forced to amputate it with frostbite in the bitter cold of the northern country on his last expedition to Odin!

He was truly like a spear, a knight's spear, indestructible, tenacious, courageous, and—iron-blooded and cruel!

However, he grew old after all. Like all the powerful beings in this world, he was gradually destroyed by the years, smoothing out the edges and corners, and grinding out his jīng power. The originally tall body has been tortured by the disease in the past two years, and it has become more and more thin, leaving only a wide skeleton.

At this moment, this supreme supreme lord was sitting on the god-like seat in a weak posture, his head hung in contemplation, his brows wrinkled together in pain, and the wrinkles on his forehead were so clear and profound one by one, like a knife splitting an axe and chiseling.

Finally, a deep, distant sigh cut through the silence.

"Wise Cavishir, Wise Cavishir, Wise Cavishir, I need your wise and objective advice now. The old emperor sighed, his hoarse voice mixed with anger and anxiety.

At this moment, in this huge palace, there is only one person sitting in front of the elderly emperor.

This is also an old man, his skin has shown the sallow sallow color of aging, but his forehead and cheeks are still full and shiny, the bridge of his nose is straight, and the lines of his lips are soft, and it can be seen that he must have been a beautiful man when he was young. And even if he is old at this moment, his eyes are still filled with a kind of calm and peaceful wisdom left after years of precipitation.

Cavishir, the most trusted companion of the Lance Emperor in his life, was known in the Empire's power circles as the "Shield of the Lancers". The Spearman Kantos's attitude towards this companion was one of near-unreserved trust, a sentiment that was difficult to understand as an emperor known for his cruel suspicion and even brutality.

But it was this Cavishir, who won the only trust of the Lance Emperor, and this trust has not faded for decades, but it has a tendency to become more and more intense. In the entire imperial palace, he was the only one who could enter and leave His Majesty's study and palace at any time without notification. Cavishir's request, Cantos would accede to it—though Cavishir was clever enough to never abuse those privileges over the years.

And every suggestion of Cavihill, even if it is absurd, Cantos the Great will seriously consider the possibility of it.

But it is hard to believe that such a person who is deeply trusted by the emperor does not have even a half-official title on his head! His only title is only an informal "imperial advisor."

However, any of his words had a far greater impact on the Lance Emperor than the previous prime ministers of the empire!

Fifty-six-year-old Cavishir is a year older than the Lance King. In his youth, he was hailed as the most outstanding genius in the Imperial Academy. Almost all the tutors and scholars in the Imperial Academy, whether they liked him or not, had to admit that his analysis of affairs had insight and wisdom that were rare for ordinary people.

Whether it is in government, history, art, religion and many other fields, he has a deep attainment.

His predictions of every national policy of the empire finally became a reality, and every suggestion he made to His Majesty finally achieved the expected results.

But such a person can't get any official position!

It's not because of his humble background, he was born into a middle-class aristocratic family, and although he is still far from the level of wealth, he is far from being blocked from officialdom.

Even his personal friendship with the emperor has a history of nearly 30 years. It is said that when he was young, the Lancer Emperor often infiltrated the Imperial Academy in disguise and clothing, and it was at that time that he became the befriend of Cavishir, the most talented rising star of the Imperial Academy, and was also conquered by Cavishir's outstanding wisdom and sagacity.

Even at one point, the excited Lance Emperor once privately said to his friends: Kavehill is the best choice for my future imperial prime minister!

But it's a pity that this genius, who could have been a supreme minister in the empire, had no choice but to say goodbye to his career completely.

Just because some of his public statements and opinions have angered some people.

When he was in the academy, Kavishir, who was already quite famous, had publicly expressed his political views many times: the Byzantine Empire, which had maintained the "Tema" military district system for a hundred years, was simply the biggest source of the weakening of the empire's national strength and the gradual decline of the empire!!

The population of the Byzantine Empire was ten times that of Odin, and its land was three times that of Odin, but it was at a disadvantage in the contest with the Odin people for a hundred years, and the Tema military region system was the biggest root cause...... Such an idea angered the powerful military back then.

The Tema military system is a special military administrative system formed by the Byzantine Empire a hundred years ago. At that time, the empire was unfortunately mired in an internal rebellion and civil war, and taking advantage of the weakness of the Byzantine Empire, the powerful enemy Odin and the nomads from the east took the opportunity to invade, and the empire was in a desperate situation of disintegration.

In response to this crisis, the emperor set up a new semi-military administrative system, under which the Byzantine Empire's territory, except for a part of the territory centered on dìdū Osgilia, continued to be directly governed by the emperor, and dozens of "military districts" were set up in other regions. In principle, each military district implements the peasant and soldier system, that is, zhèngfǔ provides a part of the land to recruit some peasants for farming, and these recruited peasants can get a part of the land harvest, and at the same time need to perform military service, cultivate in peacetime, carry out some militarized training in their spare time, and enlist in the army once they face war.

The view was that mobilization and command in time of war would be easy as the peasants were well fed, and that the morale of the soldiers fighting to defend their homeland against foreign invaders was generally high, and that the burden of the state on their salaries could be reduced to a minimum.

As it turns out, this argument itself is correct.

However, the problem is that such a system also has many unavoidable congenital defects! Such a peasant and military system is destined to be used only temporarily in times of crisis, and cannot be used as a long-term state-building policy.

As a young man, Cavihill made a point of disparaging the system.

The wise man of the empire believed that, first of all, such a system could only be an excellent contingency strategy in the face of a crisis. Although the peasants who own the land will have high morale when they face foreign invaders and protect their homes, the nature of the half-peasants and half-soldiers makes it impossible for these peasants to detach themselves from the essence of the peasants: love the soil!

They can't leave their homeland to fight! They are motivated to defend their homeland, but when such an army is needed to go on a campaign, they are often demoralized. In a word, such a peasant soldier simply cannot assume the duties of a national defense force!

The second weakness is waste! This kind of peasant and soldier system can only play a role in resisting the invasion of foreign enemies, that is to say, when the enemy comes to the house and defends the defense, the peasant soldiers will give full play to their maximum combat effectiveness. It is precisely for this reason that the empire must also establish a real professional army as the standing mobile combat strength of the empire. And a lot of resources are wasted in the redundancy caused by such army building.

The Byzantine Empire was a feudal feudal system, in essence, the royal family was the largest aristocracy, and there was an aristocratic class centered on the royal family below. The creation of each new aristocracy required the division of new lands. And it was only when a family lineage was completely severed that the empire had the right to nationalize its land...... But the new aristocracy will always be born much faster than the old nobility will be extinct, and it will be much more numerous! Although the empire has vast land, after all, the total amount of land is still limited. There was so much land in total, which had to be distributed to the new aristocratic class, and at the same time, a large amount of land was divided into special arable land for peasants and soldiers in the military region, and more and more land was demanded, forming an irreconcilable contradiction.

The fourth irreconcilable contradiction is ...... Power!

After the birth of the Tema system, the direct consequence was that the military was unprecedentedly powerful, but for the standard of a sound national system, such "strong" is abnormal.

The highest administrative position in the military district is the governor, a semi-military official position, and the governor has traditionally been held by the general of the army, because he is responsible for leading the peasant army, which is considered a semi-military head. And at the same time, what disturbed Zhōngyāng was that these small military groups, which had divided the empire into dozens of them, were almost impossible to be under the jurisdiction of Zhōngyāng!

Because of the cultivated land of the peasant and military special administration, these small semi-militarized groups can be almost completely self-sufficient!

Just imagine, every governor in the military district under his jurisdiction, control the financial revenue and expenditure of zìyóudúlì, have land and soldiers, do not need the military salary supply provided by zhōngyāng can be completely self-sufficient, and even some particularly powerful military districts, the governor can completely separate the peasants and soldiers again within his own jurisdiction, and select the sharp part of it to form a standing army!

After a long time, they almost formed a small military group one after another! And these small military groups have become one small tumor after another that grows on the huge body of the empire!

The aristocracy and warlordization of military generals became the main reason why the Byzantine Empire was large but not strong.

In a hundred years, there have been more than ten rebellions by the governors of military districts in the empire, six of which have occurred in the last thirty years!

However, it is such a form of government, and the military has become the most direct beneficiary, and naturally it is extremely supportive of this system. It is not without clear minds among the emperors of the past that they tried to abolish such a system, but after a hundred years of nourishment, the military has become a huge monster, and even the emperor of the empire cannot completely suppress this monster. In order to protect its own vested interests, the military naturally vigorously resists any attempt to jeopardize this Tema system.

Decades ago, the previous emperor tried to change this situation, when the imperial prime minister issued a document to change the Tema system, but in order to protect his own interests, the military did not hesitate to launch a small coup d'état, the prime minister was killed by the "rebels" who broke into his home, and afterwards, under pressure from the military, the emperor had to withdraw his orders.

The compromises of successive emperors entrenched the Tema system, and the military expanded dramatically in a hundred years. When the Tema system was first established, there were a total of thirty Tema Military Districts in the country, and by the time of the coronation of Kantos, the Lance Emperor, the Tema Military Region of the entire Byzantine Empire had reached forty-six!!

The forty-six Tema Military Regions occupy almost half of the empire's territory!!And the remaining half, a considerable part of which belongs to the aristocratic class, is really the territory under the administrative jurisdiction of the empire, which is less than one-fifth of the country's area!!

And the new magnates who emerged in the army, once they became the governors of the Tema Military Region, often became lifelong positions, which could be held until death, and even some of them were particularly powerful, and they could also achieve the hereditary inheritance of the father's business from the son.

The Tema system is like a monster, firmly uniting the military of the empire around great interests, and the army, which should have been a national barrier, has become a burden to suck the blood of the empire. And the military headquarters of the empire almost became another core of the dúlì outside the imperial family. In the forty-six Tema Military Regions of the country, all government decrees, military orders, and even financial revenues and expenditures were directly deployed by the Imperial Zhōngyāng Military Department.

And in order to compete with the growing and louder military, the royal family can only firmly grasp the power of loyalty to the royal family as much as possible in the standing army of the empire - only these people are considered real soldiers, not those aristocratic warlords!!

Within the military, it is also divided into two different factions, one faction is headed by those warlord groups, which account for the vast majority of the military, and has transformed from a real military man into a moth-eaten warlord group that disregards the interests of the country in order to protect its own interests. On the other hand, there are a small number of real soldiers who still maintain the faith of the country.

Unfortunately, the power of the warlord faction is far stronger, and almost ten of the forty-six governors of the Tema Military Region in the country are members of this faction.

The real military faction was mostly the backbone of the more than a dozen standing regiments of the empire ※※※ Kavishir had expressed his political stance to the young Lance Emperor, but his hostility to the system of the Tema Military Region made the military very uneasy. If someone else holds such a hostile political opinion, or maybe it is a certain scholar in the Imperial Academy, then these military bigwigs will scoff at most and smile disdainfully.

But this Cavishir, he was famous when he was young, the reputation of a genius that had been rare for decades in the Imperial Academy, coupled with the young emperor's undisguised appreciation for him...... Such a guy who can influence His Majesty the Emperor himself at close range, but he has such a great hostility to the system of the Tema Military Region, how can the people in the military feel at ease?

And it just so happened that the young Lance Emperor needed the support of the military in order to seize power, and he had to make a certain degree of compromise, one of which was to promise that the person Cavihill would never hold an official position!

The tragedy of Cavishir is not only due to the hostility of the military towards him, but also the Senate, another major political group in the empire, who is dissatisfied with many of Cavishir's views.

The Senate is the oldest political system in the Byzantine Empire, and the political proposition of the Byzantine Empire during the founding period of the Byzantine Empire a thousand years ago was that "the monarchy should be taken from the people", which may also be regarded as a certain degree of mínzhǔ. The members of the Senate are generally some outstanding generals of the army, representatives of the aristocratic class, and some ordinary people who have high fame or status in certain industries or fields.

In the place where the state was founded, the Senate was still quite powerful, and even in the early days of the Byzantine Empire, the Senate even had the power to elect and remove the emperor. However, as the imperial power gradually became stronger, this system of senators discussing state affairs gradually declined. Later, with the establishment of the Tema military region system, the voice of the army gradually became louder, and it overshadowed the declining senate, which made the senate, which originally embodied the god of the founding of the Byzantine Empire, become a non-embarrassing existence. Important national policies do not have the share of the Senate, and some trivial things, they disdain to manage.

Now, the existence of the Senate is more to add a title and halo to the heads of some powerful figures.

However, in the Senate, there are also some people who are still stubborn guardians of their own beliefs, and this group of people is called the "Yuan Party," and they still have not given up the traditional proposition of the Senate: Imperial power needs to be restricted! And the existence of the Senate is to bear the responsibility of restricting the unlimited expansion of imperial power to the detriment of the interests of the people! Even, in that group of real military factions, many soldiers were also influenced by this kind of thinking, and became members of the Senate if they joined the Yuan Party.

Sometimes, in order to counter the increasingly powerful military department, the royal family also co-opted and supported the Senate from time to time, so that this ancient political group could continue to exist.

However, the Senate hated Cavihill!

Hate the most outstanding genius of this Imperial Academy!

Because under that wise mind of Cavishir, there is actually a fanatical dúcái heart! This sensible and intelligent wise man is actually a complete supporter of imperial power!!

In his eyes, not only is the military's Tema Military Region system a cancer, but also the Senate, which likes to dictate to imperial power at every turn in history, is also a thorn in the side. In Kavehill's view, if these two tumors can be eradicated, and then a powerful and intelligent monarch can be used to dúcái, and a strong and centralized zhōngyāng core can be re-established, then this ancient empire can be truly rejuvenated.

So...... In the eyes of the Senate, Cavihill also became persona non grata.

The two major political systems of the empire were blacklisted, and Cavishir was destined to be unable to set foot in officialdom for the rest of his life, although he became a close friend of the emperor, a personal think tank, and even the emperor of the spear obeyed him, but he could not personally exert his burden in the officialdom.

This has to be said, and it is also the sadness of Cavishir.

※※※At this moment, the old Spear Rider Emperor looked at this wise man who was deeply trusted by him, and sighed weakly: "Kavihir, I need your wisdom. I need a candidate! Those damn warlords have finally given up a position as deputy secretary of war, and this is my chance to hit a nail in the coffin. ”

Cavishir hid his hands in his sleeves, gently pulled his sleeves, stood up and bowed slightly, his voice was a little shrill and soft: "Your Majesty, I have thought about it for a long time, perhaps...... It's time to make some changes. ”

Change?

Kantos, the spearman's brows immediately tightened.

"We didn't get much this time, although it made the warlords a little more emboldened...... However, the position of a deputy military minister does not really cause them any harm. Cavishir's voice was very calm, and even under this peace, there was a bit of indifference: "I need to understand your will first, Your Majesty...... What exactly do you want?"

"The result?"

The Spear Emperor suddenly raised his eyebrows, that is, at such an instant, a majestic edge flashed from his face, and the jīng qi in his eyes instantly exploded, making him seem to be twenty years younger all of a sudden, and he became the real Spear Emperor who rode across the northern country back then!

But this glimmer of brilliance only lasted on his face for a moment, and the old emperor immediately sneered in a low voice: "As a result, you said 'result'!

The Emperor's hands were clenched tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, his bones were white, and he tried his best to endure the anxiety and anger in his heart: "Thirty years, Kavihir! I have been patient, and you have been urging me to be patient, but what is the result of my patience? These warlords have been moth-eaten and have drilled my empire into a thousand holes! And these insatiable fellows are getting more and more greedy! Calvihill, I have always believed in your wisdom, and even today, I have never doubted it. But I really couldn't wait any longer. ”

He stared at his most trusted friend and whispered, "I'm old. Although I refused to admit it, I knew in my heart that I was old! The assassinations I experienced in my youth, and the military career that followed, doomed me to not be a long-lived emperor. Do you understand, Carvehill? I'm getting more anxious every year...... No, it should be said that it is getting more and more anxious every day!"

The emperor's eyes were like an anxious lion: "My father left me an empire full of holes, and I have patched up all these years, but I am not willing to leave an empire that is also full of holes to my children and grandchildren! But I suspect that it is difficult for me to ...... No, it's not that it's hard, but it's certainly not going to be able to do it! I can't eradicate all these tumors one by one before I die!"

As he spoke, the aged emperor looked at Kavihir: "Your health has always been much better than mine, and I believe that even if I die, you will live at least twenty years longer than me." Pity...... If I had a wise son, I would have reassured that I would leave to him all the things I had not done, and ask you to assist him in our business......!

The old emperor snorted: "Do you see what I can achieve?!" My son is a cowardly and mediocre fellow, and he will even collude with those cancers of the military department for the sake of a man! Don't think I don't know, that little white-faced rabbit of Bonfret, wouldn't my dear son know what kind of thing his male pet is? Hurt Hastings on the battlefield? What are you kidding! But in order to make his male pet gain military merits, he actually cooperated with those warlord moths in the military department! This simply disappointed me to the extreme! Cavehill, my son who makes me despair, has been your student for ten years, and yet he has not been able to learn even a tenth of your wisdom from you!!This thing that disappoints me, he has been married for almost a year, he is married to the most beautiful aristocratic maiden in Osgilia, and I have received news that he has not slept with his new wife even once!!I even doubt that his dirty habit of liking men will lead to the extinction of our Clenma family!!"

Cavihill listened quietly to His Majesty's anger, and then the wise old man just smiled faintly, and said softly in his characteristic calm and slightly indifferent voice: "Your Majesty, you can't control the anger in your heart again...... Don't forget the saying: Sadness or anger or mania in the face of powerlessness are all cowardly actions. ”

Riding the spear emperor Contoston, he closed his mouth.

"Anger doesn't help, I need to know, what kind of outcome do you want?" Cavishir's eyelids blinked slowly, as if nonchalantly speaking, "I said that we need a chance, but it seems that fate has not favored you, and the opportunity you have been waiting for has never come." However, that doesn't mean it won't come, and if you still want to avoid turbulence and risk, then we can keep waiting. If you need other results......"

"My son's mind, which only knows how to love men, has made me despair. The Spearman roared angrily: "I can't wait any longer! I'm running out of time, Kavihir! I have no doubt that once I die, my stupid son will double the number of Tema Military Districts in the empire in less than a year! I have to do everything I have to do before I die!"

In the face of the emperor's excitement and anxiety, Cavihill's eyes were still clear and calm, and he said slowly: "You should understand that such hope is not possible. ”

"I understand!" a sinister smile appeared on the corner of the Spear Emperor's mouth, "Then let's fight to the death!!! If this empire really needs a complete upheaval to regain its youth, then I hope that such turmoil will be experienced in my hands! At least, I am more certain than my stupid son, though it is extremely limited. But ......"

The old emperor suddenly stood up with his hands on his seat, and under his wide and ornate robe was a wide skeleton that was emaciated to the skin and bones, and when the wind blew, it looked empty.

The old emperor's face was full of desperation: "If I really can't pass this level, then the glory of the Krenma family will end in my hands! This is my empire, even if it really ends, the death knell should be sounded by my own hands!!"

His electric eyes swept over Cavishir's face, and he said word by word, "Fish dead! Or, the net breaks! That's what I want, Cavishir!"

Cavishil finally sighed, he still rolled up his sleeves, then bowed slightly to the old emperor, lowered his head, and said in a light voice: "Then, I understand your will." ”

Immediately, the wise man said in a clear and brisk tone: "For the post of Deputy Minister of War, the most suitable candidate is the Duke of Minas, and the Duke of Minas has a deep influence in the army, even those moths will give him some face. It's just that the Duke has had some health problems in recent years, and besides, I'm worried...... The current Duke of Minas is no longer the Duke of Minas he used to be, and he seems to have lost some of his sharpness, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to bear the heavy responsibility of confronting those moths head-on. ”

"So, what do you mean?"

"You need a ruthless person. Cavishir's tone finally revealed a hint of decisiveness: "Since you are not afraid to start a riot, then this candidate must have a strong heart and absolute loyalty, as well as ...... Courageous and courageous. And such a candidate happens to have one right now. ”

"Hmm...... What do you mean......"

"General Adric, leader of the 13th Corps. As a member of a true military faction, Adric's loyalty to the Empire is unquestionable. And we have always put him in the position of the 13th Corps for nine years, during which the guys in the military department have tried to win him over countless times, and even lured him with the position of governor of the military district, and General Adric has not betrayed, then he is enough to deserve the trust of Your Majesty. And when it comes to courage, this domineering general should not disappoint you. ”

The Spearman thought seriously about Cavishir's suggestion, "I trust your suggestion...... However, the 13th Corps is one of the most important combat forces in our hands, and without Adric, who should be the new leader of the Rhodria Cavalry Regiment?"

A playful smile appeared on Cavehill's face: "The Duke of Minas has privately recommended a person many times, and this person has been praised by the Duke as his most outstanding disciple, and he is also the one who has been with the Duke for the longest time, although half of that time has been spent as the Duke's personal chef......"

The face of the Spear Emperor suddenly became a little ugly: "Kavihir, is it ...... You're talking about the rabbit general Ruhr, who is known for his ability to escape?

Cavishir pursed his lips and smiled, and when he smiled, his eyes would exude a very intimate warmth: "Your Majesty, please believe that Ruhl's skills are not limited to escaping. ”

※※※When the gate of the palace was pushed open again, several attendants in gray linen robes stood respectfully on both sides, watching Cavihill slowly walk out of the gate, but Cavihill stood quietly on the stairs as high as more than 30 floors, for nearly a quarter of an hour.

The wise man, who was no longer young, looked up at the sky, there were faint dark clouds gathering in the sky, and a light rain was falling sparsely, and the gloomy sky seemed to have a hint of lifelessness...... "Finally, I waited until today, and I made up my mind to ......" Kavehill's face at this moment was no longer the indifferent and peaceful when facing the old emperor, and there seemed to be a faint deep meaning in his eyes: "It's just ...... Could it be too late? Hmph!"

In the sparse rain, Cavishil slowly walked down the steps, and at the bottom of the steps, a tall, thin figure immediately stepped forward and propped up a large black cloth umbrella on top of Cavishir's head.

Cavihill continued to move forward slowly, without stopping for a moment, and the figure who followed him, holding an umbrella to protect him from the rain, silently followed, letting the rain fall on him, but he seemed to be unaware.

The figure holding the umbrella was staggering, walking obviously lame, as if his legs and feet were disabled, and his face was wearing half of an iron mask, only revealing half of his beautiful but indifferent face, a bewitching purple pupil, quietly staring at Cavishir's back.

This woman is none other than Via!

It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of the palace that a carriage was parked at the door, and the coachman got down and opened the door, and Cavishil got into the carriage, that he turned around, as if he had finally seen Via at this moment.

The rain gradually became heavier, Cavishir sat in the car, and Via stood in the rain, the purple eyes and Cavishir's cold eyes looked at each other for a while, and the rain gradually soaked Via's purple sè's hair and wet the clothes on her shoulders. Cavihill finally sighed.

"Coming back?"

"It's back. ”

"It's all over?"

"It's over. Owed ...... I paid it off. ”

Cavishil nodded, "That guy, how's it going?"

Via opened her mouth, her face still cold: "It's still very weak." ”

Cavihill seemed to be satisfied with the answer: "Tomorrow you will go to Odin, everything I will tell you must be done." ”

With that, as if he had lost interest in speaking, he closed the door of the carriage, and then the wheels rolled, and the carriage slowly departed in front of Via.

In the carriage, Cavihill finally sighed, and his face finally showed a little bit of the tired and aging look that an old man of his age should have.

He pulled a soft, dry blanket from under his seat and put it over his knees, then leaned back in his seat tiredly...... The wise man seemed to sigh.

"Hmm...... Why is it so hard to find a good dúcái? Cantos ...... I thought he was the best candidate, but alas...... It's a pity......" Cavishil shook his head and whispered silently:

"Unfortunately, he's not!"

※※※ "Yi, fat man, so now your military in the Byzantine Empire is actually divided into two factions?" Char exclaimed with exaggerated fuss as he rode his horse.

On the main road of the wilderness, a line of cavalry was slowly advancing towards the inner belly of the empire.

Ruhr was a little helpless, glanced at this turtle, fortunately he was surrounded by his own cronies' relatives, but he was not afraid of these words going out, he said angrily: "Don't always 'you' and 'you'! You kid, don't forget that you are also an officer of the Byzantine Empire now!"

Char smiled: "I don't want to fight with you for this, you can tell me first, which faction does our General Adric belong to?"

Then Char touched his chin and thought for a while: "Well, the aristocratic generals you are talking about are all warlord factions, and when you hear it, they are scum like national moths, and a character like General Adric will naturally not be in the company of such people! He is naturally those decent military factions." As he spoke, the turtle glanced at Ruer: "As for you...... I think you're probably a bit like the moth-eating faction. ”

Ruhl was so angry that he wanted to go up and kick the turtle to death.

Then he said patiently: "Don't talk nonsense! Lao Tzu is a real soldier! Hmph, those moths can no longer be regarded as soldiers." Many positions in the army are even held by some aristocratic Jiangmen families, such as the governorships of some military regions, Lao Tzu passes on sons, and sons pass on grandsons, what kind of soldiers are these! As for our faction, it was His Majesty the Emperor who founded the Imperial Affairs Academy in Dìdū 30 years ago, in order to bypass those powerful groups in the military that have been thoroughly polluted, and start anew, so as to cultivate a group of real fresh blood for the imperial army. And the officers who came from the Imperial Affairs Academy are generally called the 'Eagle Department'. Because the school flag of the military academy is very similar to the eagle flag of the imperial ** team. The students who enter the Imperial Affairs Academy are only selected from some small and medium-sized aristocratic families with simple net worth, and occasionally make exceptions to admit some guys who are born in commoners but have outstanding talents. After 30 years of operation, batch after batch of graduated cadets were enriched into some of the standing corps of the empire, and finally formed the 'Eagle Department' that is now in the military and can barely compete with those warlord representatives! Hmph! However, it is easier for some of the cadets to get ahead because they are from aristocratic backgrounds. And some cadets from civilian backgrounds are very slow to be promoted, and those moth-eaten guys are always suppressed by the jealousy of officers from the academy, and some guys are even low-level officers after more than 20 years. There are very few people like me or Adrick who can lead a legion alone. ”

After a pause, Ruel smiled proudly: "The first dean of the military academy was the Duke of Minas, the Duke has a deep prestige in the imperial army, and he has been fighting horses all his life, even in those moth-eaten factions, there are many people who have served as his subordinates, and they have to give the old man some face." The Duke's loyalty to the royal family made him the perfect choice for the leader of the new faction. Hmph, those of us who were born in military academies can be regarded as disciples brought out by the old duke. Lao Tzu is a special case, I worked as a cook for the Duke for six years, and then because the Duke saw that I was talented, he sent me to study at the Military Academy, and Lao Tzu studied for another six years, adding up to a total of 12 years by the Old Duke's side! Hmph, other guys don't have the blessing of Lao Tzu. ”

Char has no interest in Ruhl's self-praise, but he is quite concerned about Adric's affairs: "So according to you, our general is also a high-ranking figure in this faction?"

Ruhl's face was a little strange, and he shook his head: "That's not how things work...... It's also a bit discouraging to say, most of the guys trained by this military academy are a little old-fashioned. There are too few people like Lao Tzu who are smart and flexible. Some guys are loyal to the royal family, while others are loyal to their own beliefs, believing that soldiers only need to defend the country, and should not be limited to a certain faction or individual...... For example, your Adric, obviously from our Eagle Department, but probably because people are stupid to read books, he actually got close to the people in the Senate, and I heard that the Senate is deliberately trying to make him a member of the Senate of the House of Commons. ”

"What's the Senate?" Char was a little curious.

"Uh...... The Senate......" Ruhr roughly explained, the turtle listened, his eyes widened and he didn't know what to think in a daze, after a while, the turtle suddenly grinned, laughing so happily and happily, making the fat man a little dazed.

"What are you laughing at, boy?!"

Char said disdainfully: "I laugh at you Byzantines for doing things really messy, a good country, but you want to do so many things, it's just a waste of time to take off your pants and fart jīng strength." ”

"............" the fat man's eyes widened.

"Isn't it?" Char sneered: "That emperor of yours seems to be the biggest, and he can call the shots of anything, but when he encounters the military, he has to back down." As for the military, under normal circumstances, they don't open their mouths to give the emperor face, but once they open their mouths, they will definitely be able to call the shots. As for the Senate, get so many people, shouting this and that all day long, saying so much, but they can't do anything. ”

The fat man sneered: "I don't understand what's so ridiculous about this?"

Char shook his head: "Of course it's funny! Actually, the simplest way is one: the top and bottom are consistent, just one voice! One mouth makes a sound, and what this voice says is an absolute authoritative order, once the order is handed down, no matter what it is, all the upper and lower must obey it in unison! What do you say I say, make so many mouths and so many voices to speak, you are in charge for a while, and I am in charge for a while...... Aren't you tired!"

When the fat man heard this, he wondered in his heart that his face moved, and said with a smile: "What you said is absolutely dúcái." Although our Byzantine Empire is an imperial system, the god jīng who founded the country also does not agree with this dúcái system. ”

Char snorted, but said thoughtfully, "I think, dúcái...... Sounds pretty good......"

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