Chapter 162: Profit-driven

As the words of the female Sudan Fatima fell, several guards dressed in the style of the dark elves and covered with barbed fine plate armor smirked and walked towards the messenger.

"You take it for granted that humans are arrogant and stupid. You would take it for granted that I am lying. However, what if I can really explain this matter to His Majesty and make enough sense?" The messenger did not seem to be afraid at all, but said it without hurry.

"Oh...... Is it?" Hearing him say this, the female Sudan Fatima let out a noncommittal sigh. Then he waved his hand casually. The Dark Elf guards retreated in silence. At the same time, the cold sweat that broke out from the back of the messenger soaked his clothes.

"Well, I'll give you another five minutes. Female Sudan Fatima smiled.

"Because your worst enemy on the sea has been thrown into chaos. The entire attention of the Lombards was focused on the interior of the empire. They don't have the strength to fight the Ottomans anymore. That is, your navy, now you can hit wherever you want. ”

"Oh......" Sudan Fatima smiled, "That's a reason. But that's just the reason. Leave aside whether your message is correct or not. Even if it's correct. It's not like I don't have any other way, no other goal. My army can indeed go north and annex Tronica. But it can also go south, west, east...... Your reason is not a good reason. ”

"The Berber Pasha of the South are indeed disgusting, but after all, they are vassals of the Empire...... At least nominally an imperial vassal. And then, in the desert areas of North Africa, to be honest, there is little value. And the strength of the Berbers is not weak. Even if they can be defeated, there will be many casualties.

At the same time, in the West, the Lombards, across the sea from the Empire, were indeed a formidable rival. The Lombardy Peninsula is also very rich. However...... It was the heart of the empire. If His Majesty really wants to fight, let's not say that he can't fight. Even if it can be fought, I am afraid it will prompt the empire to stop the civil war. And then ......"

"Hmph......" Hearing the messenger say this, Olivia snorted twice, but did not answer.

Yes, she didn't know that the messenger was right. The situation is like this. Although she already owned the Pannonian Plain, the Carpathians, the Peloponnese, Anatolia, Syria and Egypt, Mesopotamia and the small half of the blue sea, there was more, too much, too much else in the world than she could control.

This made her sincerely unhappy.

At the same time, there is nothing to be done.

The expansion of the Ottoman Empire has entered a bottleneck zone. She could not expand north across the Carpathian mountains, the Black Sea, as well as Armenia. The vast, barren desert strips of the South are also completely worthless. In the West, her fleet fought with the Lombards, the navies of the Asturians, and there were more defeats than victories. In the east, she had already taken the plains of Mesopotamia, the richest of the Persians. However, it was also unable to attack the Iranian plateau.

Moreover, it was too far from Istanbul, the ruling center of the empire. Even if it is defeated, it doesn't make much sense.

But Tronica is different. Competing with the centaurs in the northern steppes is one of the basic national policies of the dark elves. And now a very, very, very tempting opportunity was in front of her.

The Lombards were mired in imperial civil strife. There is no time for anything else. The main forces of the Centaurs are engaged in a fierce battle with the Slavites and Goths. Or scattered across the prairie and unable to be gathered in a short time.

Therefore, if it is really as the other side said, transfer part of the fleet in the Azure Sea to the Black Sea, and then send troops to attack the Tronica region, then the final result is probably ......

Thinking of this, the female Sudan Fatima smiled. Good mood, good mood. Originally, I just wanted to listen to the clown's performance. But I didn't expect to pick up the treasure. It was enough for her to be happy for days.

Truly...... Originally, several military districts of the empire had already been booked. It's like a well-functioning machine, like the transfer of troops, the exchange of parts and components is not within the scope of consideration of a well-functioning national machine.

The empire has become too smooth, even bland. In this case, everyone just wants to keep their share of the property, or fight for power and profit internally. The empire has been around for a long time and there hasn't been any big moves. The war with the Lombards at sea, the war with the centaurs in the north, and the war with the Persians in the east were all routine. became a part of this national machine.

This situation made the female Sudan Fatima dissatisfied, very dissatisfied. Arrogant people are also self-confident people. Nusudan Fatima hopes that her empire will continue to expand, continue to expand. It's better to rule the whole world.

Perhaps, the first step, is this...... Well...... There's nothing wrong with that. The Carpathian Mountains and the blue seas are difficult to conquer. But if you can occupy Tronica, that place faces the sea on one side and the terrain is higher. The harbor is dense. Several important cities are bordered by the coast. It is the most suitable place to attack.

At the same time, centaurs are different from several other enemies. It is a primitive nomadic country. Very strong militarily, but very fragile in its roots. It's easy to crash. But at the same time, it has a lot of potential.

Between Tartaria and the Slavites, there will always be a winner. Or after the division of the Centaurs, the Slavians revitalized again, unifying the entire Great Frontier region. Or maybe the centaurs are truly civilized, abandon their nomadic traditions, and build a powerful alien empire like the Dark Elves.

Regardless of the final outcome, it will be a big threat to the Ottoman's Dark Elves.

"Annexation of Tronica. It is possible to bring all the large border areas under control. Retreat can plant a nail in the Tartar and the Slavites. In any case, the plan does work, and it does work. ”

After some summing up, the female Sudan Fatima had made a decision and made up her mind.

Of course, on the surface, the female Sudan Fatima was still lazy, still not interested, and still dismissive of the messenger:

"So, your purpose is for the Empire's army to attack Tronica. ”

Although, before, all the words of both sides revolved around this topic. But the female Sudan Fatima seemed to think that the messenger was an idiot. I don't feel at ease again.

"Yes. "The messenger had no doubts about the intelligence of the female Sudan Fatima, nor about his own intelligence.

"So...... What is the price for you?" asked the female Sudan Fatima, "I remember...... Well...... That's right, your identity. I almost forgot about it. Who did you send to say such a thing to me? Emperor, Pope, or who?"

It is not surprising why the woman Sudan Fatima did not know the identity of the emissary, who had never regarded the summons as a formal diplomatic event in the first place. She just casually gave her courtiers an order: she was a little idle and wanted to have fun. Then her courtiers brought him in.

And then, like some of the other messengers, the messenger is not humble, polite, or flattering. As soon as he opened his mouth, he honestly stated his purpose. Then there's a whole set of analyses. After that, he submitted a large amount of information that showed that his inferences were correct. In the end, he impressed the female Sudan Fatima.

However, the female Sudan Fatima still did not know his identity.

So the messenger spoke of his messenger with a little pride:

"Count. ”

The envoy's answer made the female Sudan Fatima really show a surprised expression.

"Count?" as if disbelieving, the female Sudan Fatima repeated the word.

"Yes, son of the Duke of Mystia, Earl of Willem von Hereford. ”

“...... Oh?" After the messenger officially stated William's full name, the female Sudan Fatima was still skeptical. But soon, a casual smile appeared on her face again: "Yes, then, it should be like this...... Your master has sent you. Asking for my help, is he ready to pay the price, or how is she prepared to meet the Empire's army to Tronica?"

"I'm sorry, no. The messenger's answer was as simple and direct as before. But the female Sudan Fatima felt that this time she could not appreciate it anymore.

"The Earl said that he just gave His Majesty an idea, and then gave His Majesty some information. What His Majesty wants to do next has nothing to do with him. You can play Tronica or not. Count can accept. It wasn't a deal in the first place. It's not how much he pays for your reinforcements. It's not that he's begging you to save him. Or, on the other hand, the Count said, it is you who owe her a favor. Tronica is his gift to you. ”

Hearing such righteous words or brazen words spoken by the messenger, the female Sudan Fatima finally laughed happily: "You are very talented, I mean the talent of telling jokes. At the same time, you are very bold. Or rather...... Well, very loyal? That's it, I have something else to ask you. Who gave you so much guts? How dare you speak to me like that?" R1148