The Golden Age: Colotia I

Let's go back to the war years.

Olivier and Mulla quietly returned to their homeland.

With the flames of war raging, this huge and rich country has also fallen into a kind of frenzy and anxiety, but its long-standing power and national strength prevent it from being messed up by the mafia, civil strife and foreign troops like poor Crossbell. It's a mess.

But it's obviously not easy, too, look at the poor women on the side of the road, their haggard faces wrapped in turbans, queuing up to receive a little bread crumbs handed out by impatient officials.

There are also those teenagers and girls with strong faces and smiles, whose faces are heavily decorated with rouge and face powder. Their fresh and young bodies are snuggling up to the rich man with a big belly in exchange for the rations to feed the whole family.

No, this should not be Erebonia.

This country should be rich and rich, elegant and dignified, majestic and majestic, it should not be so chaotic and barren.

Olivier covered his conspicuous blond hair with a hood, and a small bottle of homemade potion made from the horn of a monster made his conspicuous hair and pupil color like fog, covering a light Brown, Moura is perfectly fine as long as he wears a suit and sunglasses like he did in Crossbell.

"I'm really a born mage!" Olivier was smug at the large wanted photo of him at the gate of the city. Now standing next to the photo, no one would recognize him as the "treasonous" Prince Greenwest.

Mulla stood beside him vigilantly, even though Olivier kept patting him on the shoulder to relax him, he kept his muscles tense after glaring at him hard, this man really never takes care of himself, they have to What a desperate plan to carry out, and he should still be so smirking!

...Although he has always believed in Olivier, now, only he can protect him.At the thought of this, Mulla immediately concentrated twenty times more.

"The current situation is like this," Mulla discussed with Olivier a long time ago. "The rebel forces in each country combine with a large-scale gang force to cause riots and wars in their own countries. At the same time, the joint turmoil in different countries Forces have formed an alliance of nations across the entire continent, and this has involved the entire continent of Semuria in a frenzy of war..."

"In short, the rebel forces gathered together, but our countries, as the government, did not form such a continental alliance." The Kalvard Republic firmly refused to form an alliance with Erebonia.

"So, my alliance with Kolos is very correct." Olivier said with a smile.

"...Of course, but the situation is very complicated now, can you really guarantee that introducing another force can turn the situation around?" Mulla was still worried, and his serious black eyes looked straight at Olivier.

"No, what I introduced is not a force," Olivier shook his head. "It is the most basic force, and no force can stop it."

"The only force we have now that can fight against those rebels is the government and the army...but when the real power wakes up," he said in the cold room of the dilapidated small hotel, looking at the starved to death under the window. Stiff corpse, the mother has a pale face and eyes looking up to the sky, still hugging the skinny baby tightly in her arms, "No one can defeat them... when you know the power of the people."

"Look, Your Majesty, this is our good brother!" Ludwika held a page of report between her slender and white fingers, and with a sarcastic smile on her bright red lips, she walked into King Alfred III's bedroom.

The emperor's cowardly empress Miranda lowered her head in fear the first moment the princess regent walked in, stood up and stepped aside, but quietly looked at the coughing emperor with worried eyes.

"His... Your Highness, His Majesty's body..."

Before she finished speaking, Ludwika swallowed the rest of the words with a sharp look: "My brother, how can I not know his body!"

"Sister..." The frail emperor half-propped up from the bed, his pale face was extremely tired, "Why are you so angry?"

"Can I not be angry?" Ludwika snapped, shaking the paper in her hand, her slender brows were tightly frowned, "He actually provoked those untouchables to rebel! I think he has completely forgotten that he is still A member of the 'Golden Horse' family!"

The emperor coughed heart-piercingly, and the queen rushed to his side and helped him up worriedly. Ludwika glanced at Miranda proudly, her eyes never resting on her, and looked at the emperor with a sneer: "Your Majesty , It's time for you to make up your mind! To deal with these rebels, a little lesson is obviously not enough!"

"Sister...what else can I make up my mind? Everything...you can decide everything..." The poor emperor gasped again, "it's just...it's just that Ole is our younger brother...please let him go Bar……"

Ludwika interrupted him: "Absolutely impossible! He did such a thing, does he still expect me to open the palace gate and greet him with flowers?"

"Your Majesty!" The minister of the military department came in with a very disturbed expression on his face, and even more disturbed when he saw the princess sitting beside the emperor's couch.

Ludwika looked at his appearance, and then at her brother leaning on the bed half dead. She couldn't help being upset for a while, and then her anger surged up like a tide. After the earl kissed her hand, she asked coldly: "Why? What happened again? Or what happened to my good brother?"

The count panicked: "Your Majesty...Your Highness..." Seeing Ludwika's face, he hurriedly said, "We found that Giovan Todd, one of the backbones of the constitutionalists, kept printing leaflets among the mob..."

Ludwika stood up all of a sudden, and roughly tore up the report in her hand. She took a few deep breaths and gritted her teeth: "Good brother! Your Majesty, you saw it!" She raged at Alfred, " Look, he is still with those constitutional parties! This is to deprive our royal family of rights! The next step, he should kick you off the throne and become the emperor himself!"

"Ole is not such a person..." the emperor shook his head weakly, "I heard from Miranda that he wanted to win a seat for the constitutionalists... I believe he will not come to snatch the throne...or kill me or something of……"

"Really?" Ludwika glanced at the shivering queen with her blade-like eyes, and said darkly, "You are so naive, my Al, do you think he is still a simple and cute little boy? Fight for a seat, and tomorrow I will kick you out!"

"If I had suppressed it early as I wanted, such a thing would not have happened! Ole would not have had the chance to escape from Erebonia! Your Majesty!" Her eyes were terrifying, "You let him escape, but now you should I know what I did wrong!"

"No..." the emperor sighed, "I don't care about these things, sister... If Ole can bring a brilliant future to this country, I don't mind if I still sit on the throne."

"...Your brain seems to be burning out." Ludwika said coldly, with a terrible expression on her face, "Can you say such crazy words?" She turned to the queen, "Please take good care of the emperor, he Need some sedatives."

Then she turned to the trembling earl: "Your Excellency, come out with me, and invite Prime Minister Osborne along the way, so we can discuss how to deal with these damned rebels."

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