If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

It was drizzling outside.

The wind mixed with rain blew in from the window, cold and damp, and the thick water vapor made people feel uncomfortable.

Io III sat on the throne, feeling the weight of the crown on his forehead.

The crown made of black iron was neither gorgeous nor dazzling, but simple, cold and hard, and extremely heavy. Seven black iron swords stood in it, and the magic spells of ancient ancestors were engraved inside and outside. It was extremely heavy and could even be used as a weapon, weighing 10 to 20 kilograms.

It pressed down like a mountain, imprisoning his brain. The conqueror Ionos had worn it, and his spiritual will was condensed on it and passed down from generation to generation.

Did the glorious and brilliant former king also feel such pressure?

I think so.

The dilemma they faced was completely different.

But the motto of the Black Iron Royal Family was to hang a sword on your head and bear its weight.

It was just that Io III rarely felt such a strong sense of powerlessness.

He thought he was a qualified king, but this land was full of conflicts of interest, and it had been plagued by chronic problems. It was difficult to maintain the status quo, let alone improve it.

All of them were out of control.

The Raging Tide, Sinnoh, and the Rift Armor, and now even the emerging forces in that corner were out of control.

They had never been content, and each had their own damn ideas!

Some pretended to obey, some tried to please, and some didn't even pretend.

They were all a bunch of traitors!

"Paine, do you think he should be stripped of his title?" The Iron King looked at the Duke of Raging Tide with disgust, who refused to leave his palace and secretly encouraged the nobles to force him to abdicate.

Paine sat at the conference table, his face more and more vicissitudes of life, and the fine dandruff seemed to be like chalk that could be scraped off the blackboard.

He said calmly, "Yes, Your Majesty, I advise you to pay more attention to him. Five years ago, there was nothing there. Five years later, the nobles there were all in danger. What if we wait another five years?"

The king said, "Even if he is given fifty years, he may not be as powerful as your duke."

"Then you should be more vigilant. He has his own army and has never failed in every action so far. It would not be surprising if you wake up one day and find his army at the gates of the city." Pine's voice was unique and melodious, like a surging tide hitting the coast.

That's better than the army of the Church at the gates of the city... Really? He has offended most of the important officials in Black Castle before he even arrived.

The Duke of Fury used this as a flaw, hoping to make him recognize the current situation.

The emerging young king is not the point. Speaking of kings, there are kings everywhere in the Black Iron Land. The three dukes are three kings, but they still claim to be subjects, just like the king of the valley.

Iolion wondered, is the aggressive and ambitious new king a bigger threat to him, or is the old king who embezzled and let the tiger go back to the mountain a bigger threat?

They will both threaten his throne.

But at this moment, he has to win over one faction to fight the other.

But the coercion of the Wrath and the Church is imminent, and the new threat mentioned by the Wrath will not be exposed until five years later.

He made a decision, "I will not sign," said the King of Black Iron.

For the sake of the overall situation, he cannot let the relationship between the two sides deteriorate to that extent.

Los of the Flin family was shocked. "Gods above! Your Majesty, this man is despicable and evil. If you let it go, it may become a disaster. I don't know how many people he will eat in the future!"

Now he is not eating my people. Iolion thought, let's talk about it when he comes to Black Castle.

But as the territory expanded, he doubted whether the young king had the ability to control such a vast territory - just like pirates, killing a group of nobles, and in the end, he had to support a group of new nobles and divide the land.

People who often serve as kings know that the larger the territory, the more difficult it is to control, and he often feels exhausted for this.

But this decision is not so easy to make. They all have their own political tendencies, and now they have vaguely developed to the point of being incompatible and tit-for-tat.

"I ask you to take back your order. He is a faithless person, and his land is a hotbed for the evil forces..."

The King of Black Iron said to the Duke of Wrath: "Then I also ask you to quickly guard the Stone Fortress," the evil forces have been released by you.

For political considerations, Iolion had to swallow the second half of the sentence.

The other ministers pretended not to be present and ignored the dispute.

In the past two or three years, no matter what topic was discussed in the royal court, it would eventually be led to the most essential contradiction between the King of Black Iron and the Duke of Wrath.

In their silence, Io III felt powerless.

They were his subjects, but they became accomplices in the abdication. No one stood up to speak for him except the royal party.

The Minister of Agriculture had to bite the bullet and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Payne, why don't we discuss when this rain will end? If it continues like this, we won't be able to eat."

It was raining everywhere, some stopped, some didn't.

Black Castle was the worst-hit area.

The humid climate brought about a complete crop failure, and the stored grain became moldy. What was worse than this was watching the rulers of the court quarreling over other major events and ignoring the terrible impact of this round of disasters.

"Let Gale send a batch of food..." Iolion said with a headache, but he soon realized that this would not work. Duke Gale had a lot of opinions about him.

If Ulster were alive, he would have as much food as he wanted. The Riftland Territory was the largest grain-producing area in Black Iron, but now that Ulster is gone, he has left him with a super mess.

"How long will the current food last?" The King of Black Iron instantly realized that this was a stupid question.

"I don't know, Your Majesty. There are more than 100,000 people in Black Castle waiting for food. Merchants have raised the price of food several times. The hungry people in the slums are either killed by the rain or starved to death in large numbers. The poor people's assembly also protested against us... They have too many objections. They all say that you have changed the way of farming and used the heavy plow of His Highness the Valley, so you have been punished by the gods."

"Should we let the Iron Guard intervene?" The captain of the city defense was talking about the two thousand Iron Guards in Black Castle.

"No, we can't suppress it by force..." That would only give the Church an excuse.

He was fair and open-minded, and knew that it was not the fault of those plows. The weather was like this.

Io III found that no matter what he did, it would bring bad results. Doing nothing and waiting for this long rainy season to pass was the only way.

The people were very dissatisfied with him and protested loudly, but what could he do? Did they know the plight their king was facing now?

Isn't it just that there is no food to eat? If he makes a wrong decision, it will bring devastating consequences to Black Iron.

Io III felt that the Black Iron Crown was getting heavier, like a mountain pressing on his head.

Hanging a sword on his head, bearing its weight.

He told himself anxiously that everyone has a duty to fulfill, and his duty is to protect this huge land and maintain the order of the previous king... until the moment he died.

The woman in white next to the Black Iron throne looked at her father with calm compassion in her eyes.

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