Spellcasting Heavens

Just as the adventurers came to the entrance of the ruins one after another and battled wits with the disguised skinned monsters, far away in the capital of the Principality of Bok, Vilia was sitting in the hall of the castle palace, looking down from a high position. He looked at the old man kneeling in front of him, his wife and four heirs.

There is no doubt that this man is none other than the Grand Duke of Sith II who had just experienced a terrible tragedy.

Since he had not been to the battlefield in person, he still had not figured out how the army he sent was completely wiped out, and not even a single person who tipped off the information could escape.

Of course, there is no point in discussing these at the moment. The only thing he hopes is that the other party can be kind and not brutally execute his family. The rest, whether it is confiscating the property or being exiled to a remote island overseas to spend the rest of his life, It doesn't matter.

As long as you are alive, there is hope. As long as you are alive, you can pass on your family and noble blood and surname, and even restore your country one day in the future.

Your Majesty the Grand Duke, if I remember correctly, you seemed to have been given a chance to surrender before the war started, but you did not cherish it. Tell me, do you regret it at this moment? Vilia fiddled with the gorgeous queen's dress. , while raising his head and staring into the other person's eyes, trying to find a trace of unwillingness and resentment.

But unfortunately, instead of showing even the slightest bit of hostility, Sith II made a direct bow and responded with a wry smile, I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it was my arrogance and stupidity that made me commit this crime. I made an unforgivable mistake. As a price, I am willing to give up my territory and title, and transfer the title of Grand Duke to you. From today on, you and your descendants are the legitimate rulers of this country. As a loser, I I only have a small request, that is, please let my family go.

What about yourself? Villara asked with great interest.

Me? Grand Duke Sith II sighed helplessly. I'm afraid I can't escape this disaster. After all, before the war broke out, you announced that you only gave me two ways, one is to surrender unconditionally, and the other is to die. Since I chose the latter, then You will naturally be responsible for your own choices. What's more, you need to prove to the world that you are a monarch who will do what you say. Only in this way can you win the respect and fear of everyone.

After hearing these words, Villa finally couldn't help but smile. It seems that you are much smarter than the rumors, and you are better at finding your own place in a complex environment. The principality can have such a status today, Almost fifty percent is due to you. Unfortunately, you made a fatal mistake, that is, you accidentally became my enemy. Although from a personal point of view, I am willing to let you go. There is no way to survive, but as you said, there are times when a monarch should not substitute personal feelings into military and government affairs. Therefore, you must die, and you will be executed to prove that I am a queen who will do what I say. Only In this way, those potential enemies will be afraid and dare not turn a deaf ear to what I have said. But I will not kill your relatives and family. Instead, I will give them a ship to keep them away from their homeland. .”

After getting the result he wanted, Grand Duke Sith II immediately saluted again, Thank you very much! Although you are still very young, almost younger than my daughter, I have already felt a wise monarch from you. All the qualities you possess. But please be careful. The existing countries on this continent will never hope for the emergence of an unrivaled overlord. They will definitely join forces secretly to attack you and your country.

Haha, let them come then.

I will prove with practical actions that in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy will dissipate as quickly as mist under the sun. Villa pursed her lips, her tone full of playfulness.

Perhaps to outsiders, this is a kind of self-confidence and a sign of being confident.

But only she understands that she is just a puppet on the front desk, a puppet on strings, an agent.

Those who want to defeat her have no idea how terrifying the enemy they really face is, terrifying enough to rival or even surpass the gods.

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As the brief conversation between victor and loser came to an end, Sith II's family was immediately put on a ship, while he himself was placed under house arrest while an execution date was announced.

Without any cover-up, Villa just wanted to use a bloody head to prove to all the surrounding countries that were eyeing him that he was an enemy that was difficult to deal with.

Only in this way can she have enough time to integrate internally and eliminate those potentially huge hidden dangers.

As a saying goes, war is the most perfect means of transferring conflicts. As long as victory can be ensured, unimaginable personal prestige and popular support can be gained, thereby promoting a series of reforms or completing centralization of power.

Obviously, compared with Kerwin, who has the attributes of a tyrant, Vilia is a relatively benevolent ruler and is less fond of using violence to achieve his goals.

If she had not been unable to disobey the orders given by her master, she would never have led her country on the path of external expansion.

Looking at the piles of urgent documents on the table that needed to be processed immediately, Vilia couldn't help but hold her forehead and complained, Oh my God! When will this be processed? I feel like if this continues, it will take a few years at most for me to They will be exhausted to death.

Hahahaha! My dear, I think you should start trying to train some close subordinates and let them help with official affairs. The responsibility and virtue of the monarch is never to do everything personally, but to select those who are both loyal and capable to assist Run the country. Iseult, who planned when to enter the house, gave the suggestion with a laugh.

This old man who had just walked out of the magic tower library was exuding strong energy fluctuations, which in the eyes of an expert was as dazzling as the sun.

Even ordinary people can feel some of his power.

What are you... Vilia obviously had some magic talent, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Ah! Not long ago, I went to a palace full of knowledge and understood and learned new magic knowledge. Iseult's old face was filled with a smile of happiness and joy.

Although he only read less than one ten thousandth of the books in the library this time, he felt that he still surpassed 99% of the spell casters on this continent. As long as he got another chance, he could even spy on death. The secret of this, thus using the power of magic to greatly extend one's lifespan.

Cast spells to the heavens