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When flattering His Majesty on the throne, every nobleman inevitably came up with a few words such as 'the wind and rain are smooth, the country and the people are safe', but in the past few hundred years, no nobleman has really regarded these words as his own goal...... That's something that only mages can conceive, as for the peace of the country, of course, but the 'people' in this are talking about subjects, not civilians?

This is a million, a thousand, a thousand, and a fool of everything.

Throughout the ages, hundreds of countries on the Big 6 have been able to take care of the stability of their subjects, which are already rare good countries, as for the commoners, will a small half of them become beggars every year? Ahla, isn't that the metabolism normal? Where does there be a new life without death, otherwise you want to let those ugly and barbaric, and the old guys who can't plow the land and work at all waste food? Where do you put the nobles?

It's a pity that there are really few beggars this year......

The Chancellor of the Kingdom of Tumenis sighed again.

There is no way, who let the kingdom start a large-scale conquest this year? So, most of the guys who were supposed to beg for food outside were gently and skillfully taken into the army by those nobles, and sent to the battlefield to die—of course, in terms of results, they were all going to die, if not on the battlefield, but on the streets, in the wilderness, or whatever else you can imagine or imagine.

But the problem is that there is a big difference between dying on the battlefield and dying on the side of the street......

That is, to die on the battlefield, it costs money!

The fools of this kind of militia do not need to pay for it, but since the lords are in the service of the army of His Majesty the King, the rations and armaments of these peasant soldiers are basically to be paid by Romante, which is the tradition of the kingdom! and the most gnashing of 'pensions' and the like...... Those unlucky bastards, if they have any relatives, that is, symbolically get a few copper plates from the hands of the nobles, but the treasury pays for it is a gold coin!

How do you not keep the nobles from getting bored?

In a national war. For those nobles, the corpses lying on the battlefield are made up of charming, golden silver glittering money!

Money is wonderful and great, and can turn the black into white and the ugly into beautiful in an instant. Old age turns into youth, stupidity turns into wisdom, cowardice turns into bravery, betrayal turns into loyalty, and everyone in the world praises him, except for one kind of person—the one who pays.

There is only one layer left in the treasury of the kingdom. It may still be just a copper coin, if the war can't end quickly...... Of course, those nobles will not delay the encroachment on the empire, but until then, they will definitely take away what originally belonged to the king!

And what is our king thinking? Yes, he is busy attacking the Empire, and the news that he just received yesterday is that the twelve cities in the empire, nearly half of the provinces have planted tulip flags, and then the convoy of His Majesty is heading towards a plain. As long as it falls, you can basically hold the entire province in your hands!

"Hell war!" the Marquis snapped his gaze back from the street outside the car window.

Of course, he did not disagree with the way of warfare of this majesty.

Yes, those metal carts are really very powerful, and judging from the battle reports that have been sent back with magic these days, Jasper is very sure that the effect of those things is definitely not inferior to that of high-level mages, and even more than - at least the ability of twenty or thirty high-level mages may not be able to guarantee that the young majesty can run through the empire unharmed, and even occupy a large piece of territory.

But here's the thing. Just like His Majesty's decision to go to the battlefield, his attacks were all extremely unwise moves.

Jasper is not a soldier, and he doesn't know how to march and fight, but he knows very well the meaning of war, that is, war, and what kind of justice and honor are there. Or things that are often praised such as cultural and martial arts are not sidelined, but like business, no matter what the process is, there is only one purpose. If there is no benefit, then the businessman is settling a foolish account, and war is a foolish war!

What is the point of even if he defeats the empire behind his back? There can be no relief from the country's financial situation!

There are many kinds of so-called benefits, but the one that His Majesty is holding is the most useless one-the kingdom does not need the fear of the empire, and it does not even need money, and even if he takes back the treasury of the empire now, the Marquis of Jasper will not be too happy-because he knows that what the kingdom lacks now is food, steel, and manpower! These are the things that really support a war. It's something that can really benefit the country after the war, and even the territory or the gold won't necessarily be more useful than these things!

For a country, even if you have tens of millions of pounds of gold, this kind of thing that cannot be eaten and used is too soft to even forge weapons......! Yes, you can grow food and dig minerals on the land, but if you run out of people on the battlefield, what do you have to use to defend the territory, and what do you use to grow food and minerals?

If there are such powerful weapons, they should be taken back to defend the country, and deter the more and more arrogant nobles, at least the support of more than half of the dukes, and at the same time try to ensure that they have more capital and money. food, and people......

"A real war should be an offense, an attack and an attack, killing all the enemies, drinking their blood, and using their bones to build a tower to proclaim their victory, to ensure themselves?

"Shhh

When did it come here?

The Marquis clearly remembered that he had left his home alone to attend to the affairs of the court, and for the first time in nearly ten days of not returning, he had only slept at home. Then he got into the return carriage again, but now he had an extra co-passenger in the carriage.

It's a very weird guy, almost crammed into the tall body of the opposite duo at least eight ...... No, nine feet! could probably fit at least four Jaspers, and in this cold weather he was wearing only a pair of shorts and a short robe—or rather, two pieces of leather draped over his shoulders and underneath, each fastened with a metal buckle. His knotted and scarred muscles were exposed, so the Marquis had to look up to see his face painted with two bright red paints looking down at him.

A terrible face.

The heads on both sides of the head were wiped out, revealing a reddish scalp, while the lock in the center stood straight upwards like a large piece of steel wire, and then spread out on top of it, like a strange plant. His thick eyebrows were thick and bright red, like two flames erupting from his eyes, and his red eyes were brighter than the pigeon's blood ruby in the ring on the Chancellor's hand.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"I'm not a human being. ”

His voice was hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand stuffed in his throat all the time, making people feel their bodies tense involuntarily just by listening to it. So this answer, which seems like a lame joke, carries a lot of truth. It feels as if what he says is justified, and he is really not a person.

If it were a normal day, the Marquis of Jasper would treat him like a mercenary - many of these fellows are very fond of using this strange appearance to scare their opponents and make up for their lack of ability. But the question is, will an ordinary warrior have the ability to quietly lurk in the carriage of the Kingdom Chancellor of the Exchequer without being revealed by anyone?

You know, this car is completely protected by magic, even if it's a bouquet of six or seven rings. Nor is it possible to directly pass guò its interference protection...... If someone can do this, it seems that there is no need to be a mercenary anymore.

Could he be an assassin who came to assassinate himself?

"You don't seem to be in a bad position. The man asked unceremoniously, "Can you meet the emperor of this country?"

“...... Yes. ”

"Take me to him. ”

"But ......"

The marquis hesitated for a moment, first thinking about how to let the servants solve the problem, and then thinking about the fact that the young prince was not in the palace, but in the next moment these thoughts were all ruled out, because for some reason he suddenly understood the impatience of the other party, and knew that if he pushed back. In the end, it will be crushed by this guy immediately.

As for whether the guards can defeat him or something...... Anyway, even if he could, he couldn't guarantee the Marquis's safety.

It's better to hand him over to the *** master in the palace to deal with it with all his powers...... But before that, what excuse should be used to get through the interrogation of the knights of the inner court?

The carriage was still galloping, and it didn't mean anything less than a giant passenger had been added. So, a moment passed quickly, and the gates of the Louvre were already standing in front of them.

But what the Marquis feared did not come, and the Palace Keepers did not even carry out the usual checks, though this was indeed in line with the Chancellor's usual wishes. He had always been dismissive of such over-cautious things, and had pressed the Knights of the Guards several times to 'not waste time for no reason, that would be a waste of life, and life is the capital of life'.

But now. When he really wanted to enjoy this waste, Yiqiē disappeared naturally.

But it's okay, otherwise my life might be in the hands of these fools.

The Marquis complained with hatred in his heart...... But the carriage would still stop in the small square of the castle, so he stood firm with the creaking of the wheels, and he couldn't help but tremble a little—before he could hesitate to get out of the carriage, the giant man had already stepped out of the car...... Without pushing the door, and without letting the Marquis see his movements clearly, he had already walked outside, his huge body over nine feet tall standing dazzlingly in the center of the square, stretched out.

There was no time to consider whether this action would immediately alert the mage on duty, for the Marquis stared at the man, when he suddenly saw three arms sticking out from behind his leather coat. With the palm of her hand, the girl stretched out beside her in a forked manner. He just stood there, but everyone around him didn't seem to see him.

One, two, three, four, five......

That's right, five arms...... The Chancellor of Finance subconsciously counted again, and even forgot to breathe. But he finally remembered who he was facing...... No, not people.

He is over nine feet tall, with a red head and eyes......

It's God.

The god of war. Lord of War, Carrigos the Marauder!

Just letting that name pass through his heart, the Marquis felt that he was about to cry, and the flesh of his whole body trembled uncontrollably at this moment, as if he had no way to think about anything at all, but to think of that name, and only to remember that name.

Carrigos the Marauder is the god of war. An evil god who represents the evil of war – not the same concept as Tampas, the god of war who is commonly praised, who represents the battle itself, and this god of war represents the evil war, killing, plundering. ruined miè, and the bad luck brought about by the various wars.

But no matter what, He is a true God...... Why did a true God come here? Could it be that the war we caused is now unjust? and he has come to enjoy the evil?

O my gods......

The Marquis didn't even remember how he got out of the carriage or how he had walked into the second floor of the castle with the god, but it was only after he reached the reception hall of the palace that he remembered it in a daze. His Royal Highness is not here at all, and the old king has been in exile for almost a month...... So who do you want to show him?

Without waiting to figure out this question, he realized that he didn't have to think about it anymore.

Because in the hall, there are other people's deposits.

The ** master stood at the foot of the steps of the hall, glaring at the marquis with strange eyes.

Some confused, some angry. There were also some inexplicable feelings, and such a complicated expression appeared on the face that was always indifferent and indifferent on weekdays, giving people the feeling of being strange, and then the marquis noticed another person, the leader of the Hidden Knights, who was also standing still in another corner, with the same strange and indescribable expression on his face.

Before he could say anything, he suddenly moved.

I vaguely felt as if I was tumbling. The world is spinning and going on...... Faster and faster, until he closed his eyes hard or the eyeballs would pop out......

It seems like a long time, and it seems like it's just a moment. The heavy concussion of the back makes the throat sweet and the nose wooden...... The Marquis opened his mouth sharply and spat out a large mouthful of warm, salty liquid, then inhaled desperately, and was finally able to open his eyes after half a sound.

The first thing that caught my eye was a layer of misty shimmer, from the hand of the ** master, but on the surface of the fine light film, countless ripples continued to reverberate, the ** master was half sitting on the ground, and the hand holding the staff was also trembling vigorously, and the hair was scattered, and a shocking scar from top to bottom appeared out of thin air from the forehead, and a dark red continued to gush out of thin air, slowly flowing down his eye sockets and nasal grooves, making the ** master wolf bèi unbearable.

Pressing the 'what the hell is going on?' culture was pressed back to his throat with blood, the Marquis turned his gaze to the three men standing in the great hall.

Wrong again...... It's not talented.

The Marauder Karegos still stood in the doorway, his arms flared as if he had caught something huge, his feet arched, his muscles rolling under his skin like a heap of spheres, as if he were trying to block them, but there was nothing in front of him.

No, it's just out of sight...... In front of the god, the ground of the castle, made of one-foot-thick strips of granite, was cracking in pieces, turning into dust in the space, and then being blown away...... In the blink of an eye, there was already a half-foot-deep pit in the ground!

It was a sword.

Five feet long, one palm wide, the sword body is not beautiful, but just looking at it, you will feel an indifferent chill in your heart, as if it has been cut by an invisible blade along the gaze, hurting your internal organs.

And he that beareth this sword is a suit of armor,

A set of strange and beautiful armor, blood red as the main tone, like a blooming rose conspicuous color eye-catching, the scale armor covered, full of strength of the line pulled down, outlining its owner's tall figure, the bright red on the breastplate but inlaid with the pale gold texture, the shoulder armor part carved a pair of petal-like double structure, protecting the shoulders, but with a trace of historical weight and simplicity, and the general armor is full of differences are blood red, The long skirt armor dragged almost all the way to the ground, and from a distance it looked like a long metal dress.

Another deity...... The marquis was trying to get up, but his dizzy head really couldn't remember the name close to his lips, so he could only shake his head and pour into the third Cun Zài, who was still standing.

It's a pity that I can't see it clearly.

The man completely hid himself in the shadows in the corner of the room, as if he had no intention of participating in this inexplicable battle.

"What the hell are you ......?"

The master spoke fiercely, but quickly shut his mouth, and a new halo was added to the shield, and then the marquis noticed that Vladimi was beside him.