I'm In A Different World, Art Failed The Rankings, And Got The Result Of Encouragement

Originally, the high-level executives of the Rotis Empire, like Kaisanger, first reacted to see if Falma knew any doctors with great medical skills.

But then when I heard that the other party actually mentioned the National Hospital of the Kingdom of Prouker.

Shock and disbelief were written all over their faces.

If it was someone else lying on the bed today, even a big figure in the imperial military like Grand Duke Genister, it would not be impossible to send them to the Kingdom of Prouker for treatment when it was really necessary.

But who is Rotis III!?

That is the emperor of the Rotis Empire, the core of the entire empire. The Rotis Empire, which was already in turmoil, should now hear that the emperor is critically ill.

The whole empire is going to be messed up.

"You are opposing now, is there any way to save the father?!"

Falma looked around, he was still a teenager, but now he showed amazing courage.

Just one sentence was enough to make the people on the scene speechless.

"Falma, do you know what you're talking about? Send the father to the kingdom of Prouker, what kind of medical skills can those barbarians have!? You do this [worm will make the father theirs]

stiff!"

Kessanger stood up, and Falmar needed to look up at him at this moment because of his strong figure.

However, Falma seemed to be a different person today. Even in the past, during court discussions, as long as Kaisanger opened his mouth, he would immediately fall silent.

At this moment, Falma took a step forward without any fear.

"The empire has never been run by the emperor alone. All the ministers present, Marshal Benello and Grand Duke Genister are the pillars of the empire's stability!"

"The current emperor father is in a coma. Even as an emperor, he can't exercise the power of the emperor at all. What we need is a healthy "emperor father who is awake and can make the empire run steadily."

"It's not 977's father who was crying to death by you!"

"Take my father to see a doctor in Prouker, I am willing to take full responsibility!"

Kessanger was instantly aroused by Falma's attitude.

It was actually directly in front of so many people, and raising his hand was directly preparing to strike.

"Snapped!"

Seeing that Kaisanger's fist was about to land on Falma's face, a big hand suddenly and precisely grasped the other's wrist, as if it was clamped firmly by steel clamps.

Kessanger turned his head, his face was extremely ugly, and he turned his head to meet the cold eyes of the Grand Duke Genister without any emotion.

"Prince Kaisange, when His Majesty was seriously ill, you used force in His Majesty's bedroom. Are you trying to usurp the throne?"

Those cold words instantly calmed Kessanger, who had been engulfed in anger.

Glancing resentfully at Falma in front of him, he already hated him to death.

With a cold snort, he put down his hand.

"I just don't want some people to send the empire into a tiger's mouth. In the entire Saint West Continent, emperors who appear in other countries are not only captives, but also puppets."

Falma also didn't give her big brother a good face.

In the past six months, it seemed that he just couldn't see the difficulties of the Rotis Empire.

Every day, besides sensuality, I lead a group of tyrants to show off their power and find a group of bandits to fight, but it's just a small cottage with dozens of people.

Falma absolutely couldn't bear it, such Kesanger sat on the edge of the cliff in the Rotis Empire.

And in this way, he must let his father recover!

Falma looked at Grand Duke Genest.

The latter groaned, and finally took a last look at the imperial emperor whom he was loyal to on the hospital bed, and finally sighed.

"Your Majesty's serious illness cannot be concealed, we need someone to temporarily supervise the country during this period.

As he spoke, Genister looked at Kessanger, who looked unhappy.

"Eldest Prince, while we are taking His Majesty to the Kingdom of Prouker for medical treatment, we hope that you can temporarily supervise the country and stabilize the hearts of the empire."

Kessanger, who was still angry at first, was taken aback when he heard this sentence.

Although he tried his best to make himself look unhappy and grudgingly sad, the corners of his mouth that twitched from time to time revealed his true inner thoughts.

Seeing this, Falma clenched her fists secretly, and her dissatisfaction with Kaisanger reached its peak.

This kind of waste, let alone the Rotis Empire is now in a precarious state.

Even if you give him a huge and powerful empire, within a few years, he will be ruined by the other party.

Grand Duke Genest looked at Kessanger.

"His Royal Highness, His Majesty is critically ill. The old minister needs to lead his people immediately to send His Majesty to Salamandis City. For the internal affairs of the empire, the adults present will help you. You just need to stabilize people's hearts."

Kessanger nodded, and didn't say anything against it.

Only then did everyone get busy at last.

The Grand Duke Genest personally carefully picked up Rotis III from the bed and put him on the stretcher.

With his own soldiers, he escorted all the way and rushed outside.

"Use my carriage, the father's current situation can't be bumpy!" Falma followed closely, and hurriedly said when he saw that everyone was about to get into the carriage of Rotis III.

Soon, a luxurious and expensive carriage was driven by Falma's personal guards.

The situation inside made the Grand Duke Genister stunned, he actually had a small bed.

It was just enough to place the much thinner Rotis III lying flat on it.

Hundreds of fine cavalry from the Golden Knights, together with the personal guard cavalry of the Grand Duke Genest, followed closely by the medical officer sitting in the carriage, and several servants and maids who usually served Rotis III.

A group of people mighty, all the way to the north at full speed.

Rotis III has already started to have a fever, in the carriage [Falma personally used a wet towel to cool down the temperature of Rotis the lord.

There is focus in the eyes, without the slightest utilitarianism.

"Your Highness, Falma, you are really different from before. Just like the boy Pa (cfei) Nalin said, you have grown up."

Suddenly the Grand Duke Genister spoke, and before Falma could answer, the next sentence directly caused Falma's hand, which was changing the towel, to slap.

"Everyone is growing up, even that boy Panarin has grown a lot, however, His Royal Highness, who is the crown prince of the empire, still has the impulsive temperament of a young man.

....

When Ulysses received the news from the Rotis Empire, he was sleeping with Helen Ti beautifully in his arms.

In his sleep, he dreamed that his kingdom was no longer a kingdom, but a huge empire with tens of millions of square kilometers and tens of billions of people.

Not only have the aircraft and cannons been brought out by him, but even satellites have been raised.

Every day at home, Sofia and Helen Ti lead a group of Yingying and Yanyan to form a girl group, dancing only for themselves...

"Father of the Nation, Father of the Nation"

During a while of pushing and shoving, Ulysses dreamed that he was "cleaning the glass" by Sofia close to his body, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Helen with a sleepy face and disheveled hair pushing him.

At this moment, a pretty-looking little maid who lowered her head to look but did not dare to look, was standing timidly by the bed.

"Your Majesty, there is an urgent message from the city of Dickulus!"

Ulysses woke up instantly, turned over and got up, put on a nightgown casually, washed his face, and immediately walked out of the bedroom.

At this moment, Diss was waiting here at the door, and it could be seen that this guy was also woken up suddenly.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing Ulysses coming out, Diss immediately handed a Snow Eagle letter to Ulysses.

Said quickly at the same time.

"The emperor of the Rotis Empire, Rotis III, is critically ill, and is now being led by the second prince, Falma, and the Grand Duke Genest, towards our city of Salamandis.

"The guards at Dickulers City, because of the emergency, just let their accompanying guards put down their weapons and let them in. They should be in Pioneer 267 by now."

"Dawn will arrive at the latest."

Ulysses gasped, kneading between his brows.

Looking at the contents of the letter, I really can't figure it out.

This Falma, with such a heavy burden, directly brought his own emperor to their side?

What the hell do you really think of me as a good person?

Diss also had an unbelievable expression at the moment. Now that the emperor of a neighboring country came to his country, even he dared not say anything like sending him a pack of bombs or blowing them up to the sky.

The impact has grown.

"Father of the nation, what should we do about this matter? Should we let them go back?"

Ulysses rolled his eyes angrily.

"Go back? Don't you think that people like Falma can transport the emperor of a country out of the imperial capital, out of the country, and then sent to us without the consent of the high-level officials of the Rotis Empire?"

"This matter will spread quickly, and people definitely can't just send it back like this."

"Order the National Hospital to immediately let experts from various departments form a comprehensive medical team to raise their spirits and deal with the upcoming Rotis III!"

Ulysses was somewhat distraught by Falma's behavior.

But at this moment, Falmar and the others were in the sleeping compartment on the Pioneer, looking left and right, and groping here and there.

Under the double influence of Falma's ability to activate banknotes and the special situation of Rotis III.

The city or the station master of Dickulers also had to directly order the vacant train to start.

The sound of rumbling and rumbling was quite clear in the silent Paloson Grassland night.

Even through the window, Falma and the others were able to see the wolves on the grassland from a distance.

These people are all on the Pioneer for the first time, and even the Grand Duke Genest has to sigh at this moment.

This kind of creation is simply amazing. Looking at the long carriage, how many soldiers and how many weapons and equipment can be transported at one time.

"Back then, why did those dead men fail so simply..."

PS: The task is over, brothers rushing to the street, the author is asking for a wave of flower evaluation tickets, monthly tickets and various data, thank you for your support. .