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"Marquis Andrew, you say it so easily," Soren finally stopped laughing and said coldly, "But do you know that every minister is a valuable asset to the empire? It is no exaggeration to say that the empire's current prosperity, in addition to Father's wise leadership, is also due to Minister Neumann's countless days and nights of hard work."

"Are we going to let more loyal ministers die in vain? This is not only unfair to the ministers but also irresponsible to the empire!"

Soren's impassioned speech plunged the entire hall into silence. Prime Minister Robert, standing to the side, nodded frequently, expressing his deep agreement with Soren's words.

After all, six hundred thousand troops had already been dispatched. Would they really withdraw for the sake of one Neumann? And who would be responsible for the loss of mobilized food and gold coins?

Marquis Andrew looked serious, staring at Soren with dissatisfaction in his tone: "Seventh Prince, don't you understand the current situation? Neumann has already aroused public anger. If he is not handed over, the stability of the empire will be seriously threatened!"

Soren retorted without showing any weakness: "Marquis Andrew, you only see the superficial anger but not the truth behind it. Neumann is a loyal minister of the empire, and everything he has done is for the empire. Pushing him out will only make the princes more arrogant. Where is the dignity of the empire?"

At this moment, Prince Corleone's representative also stood up. He said sarcastically, "Oh? Seventh Prince, you value Neumann so much. Don't you know that he has become an excuse for us to attack the empire? As long as he is handed over, we will naturally withdraw our troops."

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Soren sneered: "Your real purpose is not Neumann but to take the opportunity to weaken the central power of the empire. I tell you, the empire will not succumb to any threat!"

Emperor Gustav had been silent all along. At this moment, his brows were furrowed, obviously weighing the pros and cons. He knew that this decision concerned the future of the empire and his dignity as emperor.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely tense, as if a storm was about to come. Everyone was waiting for Emperor Gustav's final decision.

"Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince is young and ignorant, and all he says..." Marquis Andrew hurriedly turned to Emperor Gustav and bowed, trying to ease the atmosphere.

The reason why Marquis Andrew was so anxious to avoid war was that his fief was located at the junction of the imperial capital and Mons Fortress. If a war really broke out, it would bring devastating damage to his territory.

Soren continued: "Marquis Andrew, I am confident that I can make Prince Corleone withdraw his troops, but it may be necessary to wrong you and your fief."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire hall instantly became strange. Compared with what Marquis Andrew had said from the moral high ground before, the current situation seemed somewhat ironic.

Some young nobles even secretly covered their mouths to avoid laughing out loud.

Marquis Andrew was completely honest and dared not speak casually anymore.

Earl Monroe, Prince Corleone's representative in the imperial capital, continued to mock: "Seventh Prince, don't daydream. It seems that you have reached some kind of agreement with Neumann; otherwise, you would not desperately protect him."

Soren continued, "Father, everything I have said is for the sake of the empire and not out of personal gain. After all, I have quite a few conflicts with Neumann. Usually, I wish Neumann would be hit by a carriage and die when he goes out."

Hearing this, Prime Minister Robert could no longer help but laugh out loud. Blair also nodded in agreement. Only Neumann looked at Soren with a complicated expression. He did not expect that in the end, he would still rely on Soren to stand up and speak for him so that he would not be pushed out as a scapegoat.

Earl Monroe smiled disdainfully and said contemptuously, "In that case, is His Majesty prepared to go to war with all the princes?" His words revealed a kind of provocation and disdain, as if he had already foreseen Gustav's failure.

Soren retreated to the side very tactfully. He knew that now was not the time for him to express his opinion.

At this moment, he could not represent the emperor or the vast empire. He stood there silently, his eyes deep, as if he was thinking about the various possibilities of the future.

Emperor Gustav fell into deep thought, and the conference room fell into silence. After a while, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, good, good. Back then, I was able to kill Leonard in the Imperial Clan Martial Arts Competition. Now, I can also cut off Corleone's dog head and let their father and son reunite in the afterlife." His voice was full of domineering and confidence, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

Earl Monroe's expression changed slightly but quickly returned to calm. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Since His Majesty has made up his mind, then I naturally dare not have any objections. It's just that once this war starts, there will inevitably be countless sacrifices. I hope that His Majesty can carefully consider the future of the empire."

Emperor Gustav waved his hand, interrupting Earl Monroe's words: "I know the cost of this war, but I also know that sometimes, necessary sacrifices are for greater victories. I will lead our empire to a more glorious future. You only need to wash your necks and wait for my butcher's knife."

"Soren! My good son, let them know the current strength of the empire." Emperor Gustav suddenly said in a deep voice, turning his gaze to Soren, who had been standing silently beside him.

Soren was stunned for a moment when the emperor called his name. He did not expect that the emperor would ask him to explain the empire's strength at this critical moment. However, he quickly regained his composure. Sensing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he took a deep breath and stood up.

He met Earl Monroe's gaze, smiled contemptuously, and said, "You don't think that surrounding Mons Fortress means victory, do you? Don't be naive. The moment your army crosses Mons Fortress will be your death."

Earl Monroe looked at the young man, who was young but had an extraordinary aura, and could not help but reveal a dignified look. Soren's words were sharp and to the point. His words just now directly left the pacifists speechless.

Soren continued: "The imperial capital, Lodesa, has 100,000 Royal Guard Knights, and the palace has thousands of royal transcendents, with countless strong individuals. The four provinces guarding the imperial capital have millions of troops on standby. The Bilson Province and the Angike Province have more than a million troops stationed there, and the central provinces have hundreds of thousands of adventurers ready to fight at any time. Even if Prince Corleone leads an army of six million to invade, the imperial army is still confident of winning. What is your mere six hundred thousand troops?"