Arad's crooked savior

"As a representative of the Delos Empire, I come here with sincerity."

Count Human Alfa is well-dressed, and his slightly fat figure now has a somewhat dignified appearance due to his serious face.

However, everyone here has a cold expression, so please don't use polite words. They just want to hear the conditions of the empire's peace talks and whether they are really sincere.

Three days after the armistice, a world-famous peace conference was held in the doomsday city of Cantwin.

The eldest prince looked sternly, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table, and said calmly: "I have only one condition. The second territory will be independent from the rule of the empire and become independent. What you can't do, we will do it ourselves!"

He also understood that it might be impossible to replace his father, so he could only settle for the next best thing.

"The Purple Mist Regiment, as well as the regiments that fought in the Snow-Slaying Battle, are all handed over. We, the Bantu tribe, will immediately retreat to the snowy region." Bwanga picked up the tea and drank it, because the home ground of the peace talks was Cantwein. Everything was prepared by the revolutionary army.

As expected, the tyrant Lyon did not have the guts to go there in person, and only sent one of his confidants, Human.

"The territory of the empire is indivisible. First Prince, you are joking, but if you intend to be a city lord or something, it shouldn't be a problem."

Humann was full of bitterness and repeated the emperor's oral instructions truthfully. If the eldest princess was still there, she would be the one to do this kind of errand, so why would it be his turn?

"Furthermore, the Purple Mist Group is a mercenary organization, and the empire does not know about it. As for the legions back then, they all died in Skatha's dragon's breath, but the empire is willing to make some financial compensation." Human continued.

Captain Root sighed softly. The empire seemed to really intend to make concessions, but the degree of this "concession" was obviously not satisfactory, and it was just a few superficial bits and pieces.

The rebels' demands were more straightforward: Leon should step down.

This peace negotiation initiated by the empire seems to be just a joke, or more like a political show to give Lyon an extra positive image.

It's ridiculous. Before arriving, Captain Root still had the slightest hope that the prodigal would never be replaced by gold, just in case the emperor really repented.

"A lot of people will die in war. Since the war started, more than 200,000 lives have been lost." Humann has always cherished his life and felt that he had a lot of time to live well and enjoy himself.

"Seven years ago, when you attacked Belmare with a blitzkrieg, did you consider killing people?" Root couldn't help but mocked, he was so shameless.

It has only been less than three years since Belmare was restored to the country, and his memory should be very clear. Maybe it is true that noble people forget things.

"It's a waste of time." Bwanga snorted coldly, stood up and was about to leave.

If possible, he was not willing to bury all the lives of his people in a foreign land, so he was willing to give it a try, but the result was that they were all careless, and they served as a foil for Lyon's political show.

It is estimated that afterwards, Lyon can claim that these resistance forces are unwilling to negotiate and continue to use troops to conquer.

"Even if the Bantu people shed their last drop of blood, they will definitely bite off a piece of your flesh. I hate you because of the past, and I can't just take it away."

As for whether the Imperial Army was secretly surrounding him, he never worried about this.

boom!

The room suddenly shook violently, and the rose curtains swayed conspicuously. The teacup on the table immediately fell to pieces, and dense cracks appeared on the hard wall.

Buwanga's expression changed slightly, and he tore off the curtains. Through the window, he saw that the sky in the distance was suddenly dyed with the color of flames, like a sea of ​​fire boiling, burning up to the sky. Weird fire clouds rolled violently, and the blazing temperature seemed to dazzle for a moment. Burn the world.

"Hi~this!"

Human touched his forehead, and he was sweating profusely in just a few breaths. The season seemed to have suddenly reached midsummer at noon, and his two hundred kilograms of meat were about to be ignited.

"What happened there?" The eldest prince recognized it. It seemed that there was a barren mountain range with no human habitation.

"I don't know, it seems like an explosion!" Human said nonsense.

………

"What did you say, Duke Conard, he is dead?" Leon was shocked when he heard this, and his hands wearing black and red gloves tightly grasped the armrests of the throne.

"Um."

The Dark One's voice was old and slightly hoarse, and he said: "Even I am unlikely to survive Palumelu's attack. I didn't expect that he first pretended to agree to implement your plan, and then secretly tried to unlock the forbidden demon. The chain method, however, awakened the elemental elves and triggered a natural disaster-level magic."

Afterwards, Yuk investigated the Imperial Research Institute. All the Imperial researchers and guards were vaporized by the extremely terrifying high temperature, leaving only a few residues. The elemental elf Palumelu was still sealed by the forbidden magic chain and lost his power. .

Duke Conard is also missing. With his awakening strength, it is impossible to survive the natural disaster-level magic.

So it's okay to say he's dead.

"Unexpectedly, there is suddenly one less person who can talk to me." Leon closed his eyes for a moment, as if in memory, and said: "Just declare that it was the rebels who assassinated the Imperial Duke, Conard, and his sacrifice cannot be in vain."

The rebels were extremely evil and secretly sneaked into the Empire's camp, triggering a horrific explosion. The glorious Duke Conard Kruger, who had devoted himself to the Empire, was unfortunately killed.

"Damn the rebels, I will leave no one behind!" A knight almost gritted his teeth, drew his sword and held the blade, letting the blood drip.

Duke Conard was his teacher. He was a nobleman with no aristocratic airs. His family atmosphere had always been good and strict, and he was a clear leader among the aristocratic class.

After hearing the news of Duke Conard's death, the Imperial Army burst out with unimaginable cohesion. The scattered military hearts instantly united with the enemy to restore the majesty and combat effectiveness that the Empire should have.

His old friend Gravus drank and got very drunk. Early the next morning, he led his army to attack the second territory. The Marquis of Aswan's army retreated steadily, and most of the territory was lost. Only the city of "Aswan" and the surrounding areas were left. In control.

At the same time, Cantwein, which was captured by the rebels, was recaptured by the empire, and resistance in various parts of the empire was suppressed with iron blood.

"It seems that Konard's sacrifice is meaningful." Count Guderian Manov was very proud. Now the military morale is highly united, the imperial army has swept everything, and there is only a matter of time left before the rebellion is completely suppressed.

It should soon be possible to return to the comfortable days before.

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"She is a very gentle child. She seemed to have deliberately avoided me when she released the natural disaster magic, but... alas..." Duke Conard, who should have died, touched his bald head, which was burned by the flames. Damn, I just shaved my head.

Although he is over sixty years old, he still has thick white hair. Conard has always been proud of it, but now he is helpless and bald.

"It's good to have a bald head." Ye Lin smiled, handed over a cup of tea, and said: "We have a Nianqi master in Hedunmar who likes bald heads. He said that it is easy to take care of. When washing his hair, wipe it with a wet towel. That’s it.”

The flames soared into the sky, burning hundreds of miles of mountains. He noticed a strange movement and found Duke Conard, who had escaped and was unconscious by a pool of water. If it were a little later, he would have died of suffocation due to inhaling too much smoke from the mountain fire. .

"Ye Lin, what do you think of the situation in the empire?" Duke Conard asked intentionally. His attitude may directly determine the direction of the world.

"That is an internal conflict within your empire. If I intervene, I am afraid that everyone in Delos will not be happy." Ye Lin shook his head. The empire's problems cannot be solved by changing the monarch. A rotten ship can only It is not enough to paint the surface as bright as new.

Duke Conard couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. He was still a little unwilling to give up. He changed his way of saying it and asked: "The world must be united after a long period of separation. What do you think of this statement?"

"I can only say that there is a certain truth to it." Ye Lin pondered for a moment and said without any euphemism: "In terms of the rules of the backstreets, when everyone is a gangster, then whoever has a bigger fist will be tougher. The truth is, whoever is the leader is the leader. But if everyone else keeps to themselves and works hard in life, and only one of them still shouts about having big fists, then this person is just a gangster."

Duke Conard was startled when he heard this, and his expression became thoughtful. Now is no longer the era of princes after the division of the Peruvian Empire hundreds of years ago. The queens of various countries are working hard to govern, improve people's livelihood, and maintain the stability of one territory. .

Then, the empire becomes that gangster with a "big fist".