The Golden Age: Colotia I

"So, you are making a big splash in Erebonia." Kolos smiled and listened to Olivier's braggadocio, "You never thought that Her Royal Highness might find your traces and lock you in your locker room." The Prince's Mansion?" Her voice was filled with imperceptible worry.

"If Wika didn't find out that I did these things, I'd be worried about her instead, maybe she's sick," Olivier easily put his arms around his hands, resting his head on it and shaking his head slightly. "I think, next, Wika will definitely cooperate with Osborn to encircle and suppress me."

"...So there is a countermeasure?"

"Osborn, an old fox, how could he sincerely cooperate with Wicca? They are still in civil war... And Wika is not an idiot... When there is a disagreement within an alliance, it won't be long before it falls apart. So what? How about strong support?" He turned his head and looked at Koloss with a smile, with a proud expression, "How can their seemingly incompatible alliance compare to the alliance between me and you?"

"In this way, you will bring all the forces they may unite under your banner, whether it is the Constitutional Party or the people... Olivier," Kolos said with a serious look, "I suddenly found that... and You are right, it is really a terrible thing.”

"Am I that scary? You make me so sad." Olivier lowered his face, "I'm an artist representing love and beauty!" Before he could finish speaking, Mulla hit him on the head.

"Ouch!"

"You still have the nerve to talk endlessly!" The black-haired man said with a straight face, "Do you dare to tell His Majesty how you came back from the imperial capital?"

"Mula~" Olivier posted, "As my childhood sweetheart, you're here to expose my shortcoming again~" He was as sticky and sticky as malt candy.

"Why, did something else happen?" Ke Luosi was really anxious.

"It's nothing..." Olivier smiled, "It's just a little thing."

The more he downplayed, the more worried Kolos became: "Say it quickly!" She grabbed his shoulder.

"Okay, okay..." Olivier agreed resentfully.

"your Highness."

The tall man stood in the vast inner hall of the palace, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes dim and flickering.

"Prime Minister, let's put aside those unnecessary disputes. I think you already know what Oliver has done." Princess Ludwika sat on a high position with cold eyes, "Can you tell me what you think?"

Hearing the name "Olivet", Osborn's eyes flickered slightly, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Your Highness, I think you have already made up your mind."

Ludwika tapped the handle of the seat lightly with her fingertips: "I want to hear your opinion."

"Well, the minister's opinion is very common. It is to wipe out these chaotic parties, just like in Crossbell back then, and completely occupy them."

"Really?" The princess smiled sarcastically, "But Crossbell was lost from us in the end." She didn't finish her sentence. After being completely wiped out, only a few big nobles can survive. Therefore, the power that the royal family can rely on now is pitifully small.In order to preserve his strength, Osborne resolutely gave up Crossbell, allowing it to return to the hands of its people after two years.

Of course, they will not admit that the unyielding fighting of the people of Crossbell is one of the most important factors in it.

"Prince Olivet really surprised me..." The prime minister did not continue, "Now that there are continuous armed riots in the country, and various forces abroad are provoking again, Your Highness, in my opinion, it is better to take advantage of the chaos to participate in other countries. into conflict."

"Oh?" Ludwika's eyes lit up, "You mean...using foreign wars to divert domestic rebellions?"

"You are really smart," the prime minister praised. "Compared to other countries, Erebonia has not been hit so badly. Why don't we use foreign wars as a means?"

"As for the mob, you don't have to take them to heart. They don't have their own will, they just follow the trend. If we can take advantage of the situation and guide them, then they can still be used by us."

The princess unfolded the fan in her hand and smiled, and they tacitly looked at each other and smiled slowly together.

"Wika and Osborn, of course their personalities are different," Olivier said lightly, "but they both have the same flaw, a fatal flaw."

"They never value civilians, never ignore their power."

"They regard civilians as tools, means, and even animals to achieve their goals, but they never treat them as real people... This is almost a common problem of most nobles."

"They think the public is too stupid to tell the truth from the truth...and yet the public just happens to have a pair of eyes."

"Just like in Hamel, the prime minister adopted Wiseman's opinion and created the 'Hamel tragedy'. If he had ever considered the common people at all, he would never have made such a decision."

"Because they ignore the people, the people will never take them seriously."

"But..." Kolos questioned, "In Erebonia, the prime minister is still highly respected."

"Yes, he accelerated the development of Erebonia and brought us prosperity, majesty and a vast land..." Olivier replied slowly, "but... this kind of gratitude has a limit, when the people The sufferings he has endured have outweighed their respect for him, so his end is coming soon... Now, this day is not far away."

During those few months, Olivier and Mulla lived in an unremarkable small hotel, in a small corner of a dilapidated street, with cold wind blowing in through the broken glass windows every day.Fortunately, it is now summer, otherwise they would be frozen to death first.

"Olivier, the situation is very bad recently." Mulla inquired about the news, and strode in with a serious expression. "The patrols on the street are getting tighter and tighter. We'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Hmm..." Olivier opened the window, pretended to look at the weather and glanced outside, then he quickly turned his head away, because on the street outside, there were several men in black looking towards the hotel, and there were a few The car parked quietly downstairs.

"It seems that we have been suspected." Olivier wrapped his coat tightly, "Okay, let's go, and rush up before they get the exact order." He held his guiding gun firmly in his arms live.

They left the small hotel, and Mulla was keenly aware that someone was following quietly behind him. He pretended not to be aware of it, and only lightly touched Olivier's finger.

Olivier immediately understood, he quickened his pace, made a few quick turns, and circled onto the avenue.The corners of Mulla's lips curled up slightly. This road is the only way to the residence of the Duke of Langham.

He twisted and turned, walked into a path full of thick green shades, and then disappeared without a trace in a flash.Mu La stopped with him, took a few breaths, and listened carefully to the movement outside.

The whispered curses and the smack of boots faded away.The two stood side by side, turning their heads to look at each other and laughing. They are very familiar with this place. There are many small corners in the back garden of Langheim's house for them to hide and seek when they were young. Of course, most of them are Olivier's request, and Mulla is absolutely helpless. was pulled away.

Although returning to Langheim's house at this time is very risky, it is also the only hiding spot.

"Ah!" A soft voice sounded, and the two turned their heads to look. Eugenie's personal maid Liya was shocked, "Your Highness...it's you! You..." She closed her mouth vigilantly and looked around , and then said softly, "You are back? Your Excellency the Duke is very angry..."

"Hush... Liya," Olivier nodded, "Can you help us meet my aunt?"

Although the girl looked flustered, under the pleading eyes of Mulla and Olivier, she finally bit her lower lip and nodded.

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