I Like This Dream!

At the end of winter in Ulburg, the talk among the nobles revolved around a premature baby.

The king and the new queen's child was unexpectedly born at the end of the year, rather than in the following spring as the experienced elders in the court had thought. It was a frail baby as light as a kitten, with eyes the same color as the king. Richard II was overjoyed and made the frail little prince crown prince despite everyone's objections.

"I knew he would be born this year! Those old fools! Those priests and alchemists with bad intentions are fools!" Richard II spoke ecstatically, "His name is John, my grandfather's. Name. My child will be a great king, the great King John IV!”

Urburg held another three days and three nights of celebrations, far greater than the birth of the king's firstborn son. Minor criminals were pardoned, and nobles were exempted from paying taxes for the year. The jester Ford, who knew the king's thoughts best, presented various long poems in various ways, as well as various "auspicious signs" that no one with any knowledge felt were worth the fuss. The king accepted them all and gave generous rewards each time. . This series of carnivals was enough for everyone to understand the joy and determination of the king, and no one dared to touch his bad luck.

In other words, those who dare to touch him have no intention of doing so.

Many people felt that it was too funny to have a child who could die at any time as the crown prince, and they eagerly waited for Prime Minister Roland to continue to persuade him. But Duke Roland changed his previous habit of making repeated remarks, closed his mouth, and began to fulfill the king's orders properly. Richard II was prepared and waited for a few days. When he found out that the other party was really conscientiously completing the work, he felt embarrassed that he had wrongly blamed the other party. He rarely softened his attitude and compromised a lot. He had previously been different from the prime minister. A matter of opinion.

This is actually not surprising. Duke Roland’s boring private life, unsmiling expression, and temperament that dares to speak out can easily make the nobles who have come into contact with him regard him as the kind of straight-tempered person who only relies on his family and keen vision. Only then can you gain a foothold in the court. However, it is impossible for a person who does not know how to adapt to remain in the position of prime minister to this day.

Roland just knew what things were within the king's bottom line and could be fought for, while other things were beyond his control. The matter of establishing a reserve undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

So he didn't say anything, but made another note in his heart.

Just make a premature baby the crown prince. Duke Roland still has a lot of things to do. He is almost the busiest person in the entire Armenan, and he has more things to deal with than His Majesty the King. Whether the king goes hunting, holds a banquet, goes out with his lover, or engages in other leisure and entertainment, the prime minister needs to work overtime diligently. Of course, because Richard II was a very suspicious king, all Roland's work finally had to be submitted to his superior, waiting for his approval, signature and sealing paint.

Roland Wellesley walked into the king's study on a summer afternoon holding a stack of emergency documents. It was supposed to be His Majesty the King's office hours, but there was no one in the study. The clerk said that His Majesty the King had gone out on business, but he hesitated and could not tell where he had gone. Roland immediately understood that Richard II had probably started some entertainment on a whim, and it was probably related to Lady Cynthia.

Since having the prophesied prince, Richard II seemed to be relieved, and the tense nerves since Prince Ronald's rebellion suddenly relaxed. That didn't make His Majesty the King much easier to talk to, but it made him a lot slacker. Richard II became more and more fond of hanging out with his lovers.

Roland asked the clerk to send someone to urge him as soon as possible and tell his majesty that there was an urgent message that had to be sent this afternoon. The other party nodded in agreement, repeatedly urging the Prime Minister to leave the documents and not wait here. Roland was about to nod, but suddenly caught something while scanning the study.

He picked up the pen and tapped it on his finger.

There was no paper on the desk, but the quill was set aside with the ink on the tip still wet. Roland flexed his fingers and said, "I'll just wait here."

"My lord, this is not appropriate, is it?" the clerk said with a grimace.

"What's wrong?" Roland sat down on the chair next to him and glanced at him sharply, "Give me a cup of tea, as per the old rules."

The clerk withdrew with a frown on his face.

A few minutes later, the door was opened, and the person who came in with tea was not the clerk or the servant, but the new Queen Eve.

Roland stood up. He looked at the red-haired queen steadily and raised his eyebrows. "So," he said, "it was you, Her Majesty, who was in charge of the documents in this study."

"You don't seem too surprised?" said the Stewart Queen.

"I'm surprised." Roland replied, "I never thought that His Majesty the King, who despises omegas so much, would let an omega review it on his behalf."

"His Majesty the King thinks that all omegas are fools, which is why he asked me to do it for him." Eve nodded gracefully, "I am just a living stamp, responsible for stamping some documents that do not require thinking. You Are there any documents that require the king’s seal?”

Roland handed her the urgent letter in his hand.

The Stewart Queen took the papers, unwrapped them with the utmost deftness, and spread them flat on the table. The Duke watched her scan the squiggles quickly. Although the speed was very fast, compared with the "brainless stamping" she said, she looked too carefully.

"Your Majesty," Roland said suddenly, "I heard that the little prince was supposed to be born this spring, and his premature birth was an unfortunate accident, right?"

"An unexpected surprise that makes His Majesty the King extremely happy." Eve said without raising her head.

"So, was it an accident?" Roland pointedly asked.

"How can it be called an accident if it makes His Majesty the King happy?" Eve said, "Since it is His Majesty the King's hope, it is the 'inevitability' appointed by God."

The Duke looked at the queen's face. Her face looked rosy and cute, not like an omega who had been unexpectedly prematurely born not long ago. He saw the queen's slender fingers holding the quill, and the pen turned like a sword in her hand, leaving several sharp strokes. Those few strokes formed the king's name. Some parts seemed a bit inconsistent if you looked closely, but the murderous spirit in them was similar to the king's own handwriting.

Roland wanted to know how deeply prejudiced His Majesty, who had read her writing, would continue to believe that the other party was a weak and stupid little omega.

"Is Her Majesty the Queen telling me that the Crown Prince's premature birth was caused by manpower?" he said aggressively.

"You are joking." Eve replied calmly, "Where can there be a superpower that can allow a child to be born early and ensure the safety of mother and child?"

"There is no such person with superpowers, but as far as I know, there are alchemists who call themselves 'doctors' on the border of Tibes and Abery County." Roland said, "These people without superpowers can use seemingly Ordinary methods can cure diseases that cannot be cured by superpowers. Legend has it that they even cured a plague. Certain rumors make people unable to help but speculate that these 'doctors' may have some methods that we do not yet understand and can create A safe accident.”

"What do you think of the doctor?" the queen suddenly asked.

"They are not as good at healing injuries as those with supernatural powers, but ordinary people can learn this, giving them a numerical advantage in the future; and for some diseases, they seem to be more credible than priests." The prime minister was unsure for a moment. The reason for her change of subject was, she said cautiously, "As for more, I won't speak rashly until I understand it clearly."

"What about the personnel composition?" Eve asked.

"Even if there are nobles who are addicted to alchemy, we cannot expect that all doctors come from noble families."

"What about gender? Most doctors say they are omegas. Many people say that is the result of wizards changing their appearance."

"The so-called wizard is just nonsense." Roland said simply, "I think this is an effective use of manpower."

The prime minister saw that the queen's expression softened a little. He paused and said again: "Please don't change the subject, Your Majesty the Queen."

"Maybe it's just as you guessed." Eve said lightly.

Roland's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the other party to admit it so easily. He looked at the red-haired omega in confusion, and some of his previous guesses were overturned by himself.

"With all due respect, Prime Minister." Eve put down her pen and looked at him without fear, "His Majesty the King needs a crown prince born before spring, so the heir must be born this year. You have already seen that he Believing in that prophecy so much, even if the child is born with deficiencies and may die at a young age, he may develop into a beta or even an omega in the future - His Majesty has never thought of this possibility. If the orthodox heir was not born last year, I am afraid that His Majesty the King will be wiped out All 'suspects' associated with the color red."

"You are too alarmist."

When he heard the first few sentences, Roland thought the other party was shirking responsibility, but after hearing it, he couldn't help but refute. Eve's expression remained unchanged, she just shook her head and took out something.

It was the king's handwriting, and Roland, as the prime minister, had seen it countless times in terms of words and sentences and format. He didn't have time to wonder why the queen was carrying this thing with him, before he was stunned by the content in the handwriting.

"Absurd!" he blurted out.

This is a handwritten letter that can shock all the nobles. It states that in order to purify the golden bloodline of the nobles, the inheritance rights of the noble betas will be canceled starting next year.

Alphas and betas of aristocrats have the right to inherit family property and titles, as long as they are the first-born children born in wedlock. Although an omega does not have legally protected inheritance rights, if the omega is the only child of a noble family, he or she can also marry an alpha and inherit the family business after giving birth to an heir. In the edict drafted by Richard II, O's property and Beta were regarded as imperfect and defective products. Both were deprived of the right to inherit, and pretending to be an heir was considered a crime.

Simply put, only alpha can inherit the property and title of a noble. If there is no alpha in the descendants, after the death of the noble, the property will be handed over to the royal family.

"This is simply ridiculous!" Roland had to put down the handwriting to avoid accidentally crumpling it. He walked back and forth anxiously in the study several times, pretending to leave the study: "No, I have to stop His Majesty the King."

"Please be careful. This matter may be difficult to change," the queen said.

This was exactly what Duke Roland wanted to deceive. He stopped at the door and looked back at the queen who was sitting in her seat. His Majesty sat calmly and showed no sign of panic at all.

Roland put away his anxious expression. He felt that they could have a more frank talk.

"The national treasury is short of funds, and the consequences of enfeoffing too many nobles are emerging. Our Majesty needs to take back some of his property and status." The prime minister said, "The power of 'gender identification' is in the hands of His Majesty the King. He can choose to be removed from the nobles." surname, but this method is completely unsuitable for use today. If you open this hole, the illegal war between nobles and nobles will be criticized several times. Now that we and the Holy See may have friction at any time, it is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst and self-destruction. City walls.”

"You are mistaken, sir." Eve smiled, "His Majesty the King will indeed use this to declare some disobedient alpha family heads as illegal betas, but he really wants to inherit all betas and omegas from the nobility. He was kicked out of the team."

"What?" Roland asked in confusion.

"This is not a government affair, so you may not know much about it." Eve said, "Between last year and this year, according to the data reported in the newspaper, the number of people awakening supernatural powers among the divided nobles has decreased by one-tenth. But Counting the fact that the nobles concealed their status as 'waste alphas', the number of newly born superpowers is probably less than one-sixth."

The prime minister was speechless.

He understood what had happened. The biggest difference in this regard was that since last year, the king no longer asked for holy water for baptism from the Holy See. Roland had vaguely felt before that the second baptism with holy water had awakened many newly divided people, but due to insufficient samples, he could not be very sure. It's good now that His Majesty the King personally ordered that all the nobles who were divided after last year became the control group.

The results produced by the control group were shocking, and it made Roland feel cold all over if he wanted to go deeper.

"The king thinks that excluding betas and omegas from the heirs can increase the rate of awakening powers?" He pinched his eyebrows and asked with a headache.

"He feels that only alpha can perfectly inherit the golden bloodline, while betas and omegas are inferior products." Eve repeated the absurd words smoothly, "He believes that only letting alpha continue the bloodline can purify the bloodline that has been diluted by time and regenerate it. Reclaiming ancient glory.”

Duke Roland said nothing, for it would certainly be impolite to sneer at the master of the king's study.

"I understand," he simply said.

Roland understood that Richard II was so stubborn on this issue that he could not listen to what others had to say, and His Majesty the King's extremely arrogant self-esteem did not allow him to ask for holy water from the Holy See again. It would be difficult for him to commit suicide. At this point, Roland no longer thought about how to persuade the king. He began to think of other ways.

"Why?" Roland suddenly asked in a confused manner, "You have said enough and done too much today. As His Majesty the King, Prime Minister of the Tolan Dynasty and Amenan, I can hang you for this." .”

"You won't." Eve smiled.

Roland raised his eyebrows questioningly at her.

"Your gentleness and...forgive me to tell the truth, and your over-the-top behavior over the years have made many people forget the grace of the sharp-eyed eagle, but I am the daughter of the Stewart family," the queen said.

"I remember Marquis Samuel. It was me who caused him to leave the border of Thebes with a disgraceful reputation. He changed from a red-flame wolf to the decadent man he is now." Roland nodded to her, "This That’s what confuses me, I guess your sister and father hate me.”

"It was not you who turned the Red Flame Wolf into an alcoholic, but his own weakness." Eve said something that sounded cold and ruthless, but a nostalgic smile appeared on her face, "I was still young at that time, and I used to hate you, but then I realized that you are a selfless person.”

"No one who wants anything from me would make up such complimentary words." Roland laughed.

"If you were a blind follower who only obeyed the king's orders, you would have allowed my father to stay at the Thebes Defense Line until he died there for the sake of so-called glory and unnecessary advancement. If you were doing it for fame, Li Lu suppresses those who are political opponents. You will prevent your sister from continuing to garrison the Thebes defense line, and you will not let your sister, who was still very young at the time, slowly take over the rest of her father's army and go all the way to the present. To put it bluntly, you have offended us. Yet you support us just for the stability of Armenan. I think 'selfless' is the most appropriate word to describe you."

"I'm just loyal to my job." The prime minister pursed his lips.

"There is no more honorable quality," said the queen, "and that is why I risk putting my neck in your noose."

"Your neck is safe."

Roland stood by the door, looking at Eve carefully again, or for the first time, and no longer looked at the clever Queen of the Vase simply. He finally stated: "You expected me to see you here."

Eve smiled enigmatically, picked up the cup of tea that Roland had not touched, and took a sip.

Then he choked and coughed.

"I'm used to drinking sweeter tea, with two spoons of honey and four pieces of sugar. It helps with my work. The servant probably forgot to tell you." Roland said innocently, looking at the queen in front of her who was so embarrassed that her face was a little green. I feel like my terrible mood today has improved a little.

======

The birth of the little prince also did not have much impact on the Wengaro defense line. It seemed that with Count Anna stationed in the area, all the people became calm.

Just like the already named Thunder Castle, the ever-changing Wengaro Defense Line has also produced settlements that can be called cities. This cold city in the north is called the "Spring City" because even in the harsh winter when everything is frozen, the indoors here can still be as warm as spring.

Winter is passing and spring is coming, summer is coming and spring is coming, Spring City is gradually getting back on track. Everything was done step by step, and the changes were so small and smooth that An Xu couldn't find anything worth recording.

After experiencing the experience of the last beast wave and going through another year of preparation, this year's Wenjialuo defense line can be said to be fully armed. The veterans who have been on the battlefield for a year are accompanied by the new recruits after the recruitment expansion. The former wants to avenge their shame and create glory again, while the latter is eager to become a new legend. Those who performed outstandingly last year have now become non-commissioned officers, and the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for Wenjialuo last year are all on the commemorative monument, and their relatives have been properly accommodated.

The lord, Count Anna, personally presided over the inauguration ceremony of the commemorative monument. The names of the martyrs were carved on the tall stone in a very conspicuous position, and everyone who entered Wenjia Luo could see it. To this day, flowers are still placed beside the monument every day, and people come to worship and even pray.

Among those who died in the battle were the people of ice and snow. These people introduced the idea of ​​"ancestral spirits" into the army. The soldiers worshiped their comrades in order to ask the spirits of the fallen in battle to bless them. This thing, which is more like a kind of culture than belief, was spotted by a drama troupe and they wrote a script based on it. Since then, the activity of worshiping heroic spirits has been widely spread in Wengaro. When tourists and tour guides began to appear in Spring City, the Memorial Monument indeed became an attraction.

When it comes to making money, people are always self-taught. In every era and everywhere, smart people find novel ways to make money. Last year, Solomon, a wealthy businessman who had a sudden idea to collect the carcasses of exotic beasts and took them to the interior of Yamenan for exhibition, made a lot of money. This year he visited Wengaro again. Even when the beast tide warning came, he refused to go back immediately and stretched his neck out. Hope, my mind is full of exhibits that can be collected this year, and whether I can take * exhibits back with me.

This year's Wen Jia Luo's beast tide has arrived with much attention and anticipation. However, it is like a sequel to a dog-tailed one, and the scale is so small that it makes people feel too unsatisfied. How exaggerated is that? The death toll is zero. The people who came to make statistics verified it several times, and everyone who was asked was anxious. "Why are you lying to me!" said an impatient soldier, "Why are we hiding someone's death? Everyone is waiting to receive the martyr medal and martyr subsidy!"

The above-mentioned soldier who couldn't speak was given a lesson by his comrades because of his crow's mouth.

After this overwhelming beast tide, rumors arose in Wengaro: The existence of God's Favored One/Thunder Queen/Count Anna can drive away the beast tide.

There are many phenomena that can prove what they say, which is very reasonable and well-founded. For example, when the God's Favored One was in Thebes, they killed a large number of strange beasts in the first year. From the second year onwards, the beast tide in Thebes became very weak. For example, before the Thunder Queen came to Wengaro, the beast tide in Wengaro was very serious. For example, Count Anna fought an unknown thing in the sky for 800 rounds last year (guess), fought bloody battles, and made the opponent flee (guess again). This year, the beast tide in Wengaro is also tame. All of these things made the Amulet of God's Favored One that was once popular in Thebes quietly spread again.

An Xu subtly felt that some parts were a bit accurate, because this year she could only vaguely feel the firebird. Do you really only need to brush the copy of the first year for each map? Is this a mythical beast that guards the map or something? An Xu didn't think deeply. She was busy and her life was comfortable. When people feel comfortable, they become lazy and too lazy to use their brains.

These comfortable and peaceful days lasted until autumn, when the holy Karina hurried to see Anxu and begged her to save their compatriots.

Southeast of Spring City, in a city in Samelo County, a saint of the new church was about to be burned to death.