Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 469 469. Meeting of the Southern Emperor

When the topic was brought to the increasingly serious situation of today, people became less talkative.

Racism, there was a human, a dwarf, and three demon hunters present.

All humanoid creatures except humans are discriminated against in this world.

People in cities are living a tight life due to the situation, and their psychological problems are becoming increasingly serious.

Their inhibitions need to be released, and the inhuman races that are weaker than them are a good release valve.

So people can feel free to take kitchen knives and carpenter hammers to cut off the necks of elves and crack the heads of dwarves.

After all, the non-human race is too small in number to resist. The nobles were also happy to see the commoners releasing their own pressure without them having to worry about it.

But Lan En knew that this was not real pressure.

The real pressure cannot be calmed down by hundreds of corpses of inhuman races in a city.

It seems that history is a circle, and whenever people's lives become extremely difficult, there will always be an evil thing that starts to hover over the world——

war.

The high-pressure explosive barrel has been formed, but no one knows where the spark that can detonate everything will pop out.

However, some people don't want to wait for the spark to fall. They want to light a match with their own hands!

The capital of the Nilfgaard Empire, Nilfgaard City, the city of golden towers.

Northerners say this name comes from the fact that the city of Nilfgaard is made of gold. In fact, it is because the light reflected from the roofs of the city makes the whole city shine like gold.

In the Imperial Palace, a meeting was being held.

The initiator of the meeting was the Emperor of the Nilfgaard Empire, the lords of Metina, Ebin and Gimrea, the supreme ruler of Nasser and Vicovaro, and the supreme leader of the Sun Cult, the High Priest——

Emhyr var Emres.

People close to him sometimes call him by his nickname, 'The White Flame Dancing on the Graves of Enemies'.

He was sitting behind his desk, his tough, angular face carefully groomed.

The nobles of Nilfgaard once declared that the emperor's appearance was the purest example of a Nilfgaardian.

The emperor's hands never stopped writing and drawing. This huge empire had countless documents to be corrected every day.

And when every document was delivered, it was written as if if it was not processed as a priority today, the empire would be finished tomorrow.

Emhyr knew that this was a common tactic used by various departments to gain attention and budget.

If the leader of the department does not have these two skills, he will not be able to climb up at all.

But he still had to pick out two department heads who were too alarmist every once in a while and chop off their heads.

Only in this way can things in the documents appear normal, instead of opening and closing one's mouth to say 'the empire is in danger', and then suppressing those really important documents.

The method of beheading obviously only works for a while, because there are always people who want to climb up even if they risk their lives. But Emhyr didn't care, and cut two of them every once in a while to curb the trend.

I can get by just by messing around.

"So everyone."

Emhyr said without raising his head. He signed a document and put it aside, then took another one out of the document box and placed it in front of him.

"Do we have a schedule for our plan?"

His voice was loud and dignified, and even when he was not looking at people, those he questioned still maintained a respectful and cautious attitude.

"We have already preliminary discussed some intentions, of course!"

Everyone in the room was dressed in the Nilfgaardian style, which was limited to black and gold. But the person who responded to the emperor's question looked more conceited than the others.

It seems that even if he is questioned by the emperor in the same way, he will be more noble.

Duke Adar ap Darcy, as the nobles jokingly called him, thought he had a noble golden head on his puff collar.

Following Duke Darcy's words, the man standing next to him coughed slightly, seemingly unintentionally.

Then the prince added naturally.

"Of course, this is a rational and logical judgment made with the support of Lord Lidaux's intelligence."

Following the Duke's words, the man who coughed slightly bowed in time, showing the emperor that he had only done some trivial intelligence work.

"Watier de Lidaux."

The emperor took a moment to speak from a break in reading the documents.

"Now is not the time for you to take credit. Although your information is indeed detailed and accurate, I am not used to rewarding people before the plan has results. That will relax people's nerves and lead to mistakes. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The emperor's intelligence chief therefore lowered his body a little lower.

It wasn't until his expensive black velvet shawl hung to the ground that he stood up straight and reported the results of his and others' discussions.

"Taken together, we think this autumn is the time, Your Majesty."

"Waging the war in the fall," Emhyr said calmly, "it sounds like a fair choice."

The temperature in autumn is neither cool nor hot, and the soldiers' steel armor will not harm themselves due to the temperature of the environment.

In spring, when the temperature is also good, it is not suitable for army dispatching because sowing requires a lot of manpower, so as not to damage the country's farming plan.

Therefore, autumn often becomes the season when wars are ongoing, that is, the "season of chilling."

Faced with the emperor's doubts, Vatier was not as shocked as ordinary officials. He knew very well that he was the emperor's trusted intelligence officer, and he was very different from those who could be casually cut and had no impact.

So he was able to respond to Emhyr calmly.

"Just because it's just right doesn't mean it's not easy to use, Your Majesty."

"In the fall, the logistical pressure on our army will be much less because we can go to Sintra's mature fields to grab grain and fodder."

"Our intelligence officers in Skellige brought me information that King Bran will lead the longships to plunder our coastline in the autumn. After knowing this news, we only need to use a little trick and With military strength, we can make those islanders who value honor and the deeds of their ancestors furious and hold them back."

"Even if King Bran receives a letter asking for help from his brother, King of Cintra - Ister Tursek, it will be at least a month slower than normal. If you want to take action, you must at least heal him first. If the anger of the crew provoked by us is eliminated, his actions will be one and a half months slower than usual."

"Ha." Emhyr sneered without even raising his head. "You value honor above all else, but you are so obsessed with it that you don't even care about the overall situation. This is indeed what Skellige's fools can do."

"Go on, Vatier. I'm a little interested now."

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