My summons are weird

On the city wall, Zenier looked towards the direction of the king's capital, Rodmere, and stood there for a long time, silent.

The clerk Leticia, who had been lost to Zenier in countless gossips, no longer wore casual clothes, and put on silver-white armor with Zenier.

Following her footsteps, Zenier rubbed the corners of his brows and turned his head: "Send it away?"

"I believe at this moment, they have all received it." Leticia said respectfully.

After a moment of hesitation, she spoke again: "Your Majesty..."

"It's Your Highness."

"I don't think there is any difference. The moment we made a decision, you have become the King of Solon in our hearts."

Zenier patted Leticia, who was half kneeling, and motioned her to stand up.

Walking on the slightly damaged city wall after a small-scale war, stepping on the blood-stained wall bricks and broken weapons, Zenier always used his tall figure to protect Leticia from the wind and snow.

"Your tone seems a little pessimistic."

Leticia was startled, and then said apologetically, "Maybe it's because I always handle paperwork and manage the territory for His Majesty. I, who lives in the rear, always look at some things too rationally. The actions could not help but also carried out material measurement and judgment."

"It's very interesting, let me tell you what you think."

Several consuls who had followed Zenier since the establishment of the Storm Territory joined the team, followed closely behind the two, they were silent and listened quietly.

"We can't be sure that they will make a choice as expected. Once..." Leticia paused, glanced at Zenier, then observed the expression of the consul behind him, and continued, "It's a gamble ingredients."

Zenier was very frank: "It is indeed a gamble, but at least it is not without reason, betting on despair."

Caressing the bumpy bricks, he said: "If you want to get it, you have to pay a price. Risks always exist, and there is no option for 100% success. If there is, then I am not the only one who chooses this road."

A consul gritted his teeth and said, "If things don't go as expected, we have already prepared the ships. Your Majesty only needs to go to sea to plan..."

"Don't go to sea." Zenier's voice was calm, but his tone was unquestionable, "The so-called plan for the future is just an illusory statement to comfort oneself. If you lose land and resources, you will lose your population. Without population, you will have no fault tolerance." And wiggle room, and then ... there is no winning point."

The consuls knelt down, intending to persuade them again, but they heard the sound of Zenier's spear sinking into the wall.

Seeing this scene, the courier who came quickly after the body search was a little stunned by fright. Fortunately, Leticia came back to her senses and woke up the courier with her voice.

"A letter from the capital."

Hearing these words, everyone's eyes were fixed on the courier. White smoke billowed from the top of his head, which was already dripping with sweat.

"The messenger in the city told me that the other party said..." the messenger swallowed, "cherish the atmosphere provided by the peace celebration."

The meaningless words made everyone stunned, and Zenier was the first to react. He lightly moved the spear that had sunk into the wall, and smiled when he heard the "rustling" sound made by the rock.

Leticia said ecstatically, "Your Majesty...they..."

"As I said, they have no reason to refuse."

Everyone who followed Zenier knew how difficult the things they wanted to achieve were. Now that they heard that the most difficult obstacle had been resolved, everyone was beaming with joy.

Although the road ahead is still full of difficulties, from now on, they have the hope of winning every step of the way.

The arrival of another courier made the consuls frown. She vaguely remembered that this courier was going to the north of Solon, which had become an uninhabited land. They had previously wondered why Leticia, who was in charge of the information channel, wanted to Send people to that barren, bone-strewn place.

"His Royal Highness... We did meet the person you mentioned in the northern border. The rumor is true, and the other party rejected your proposal and said..."

"Go on."

"He will carry out his will and do what he wants to do. If he is your enemy, then see you on the battlefield."

The consuls clenched their fists. They wanted to reprimand this arrogant man, but found that they didn't even know the other party's name.

"In that case, let him go..." Zenier's eyes were deep, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "My good sister is secretly eating away at the surrounding area, and it seems that she is not reconciled to defending a city in the coming chaos... He, who hates politics, has actually changed and wants to make a change."

Zenier murmured, "Your Majesty, can the stability and tranquility you expect can really be maintained...Under the tide of magic power, those unwilling fires have already been ignited, and once they see the flames, the moths will be desperate to fly." Pounce...you can't stop it, no one can stop it."

"This is the general trend of the times. Pope Laurent sees it more clearly than you..."

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If it is said that Zenier gave his father Divek the last sliver of face, it must be that he did not choose to launch an attack on the day of the [Day of Calamity] peace celebration, allowing Solon, who is one of the four great powers, to pull the celebration perfectly Open the curtain.

But the tenderness didn't stop there.

Divik, who was furious, smashed the jade bowl he was holding in his hand after hearing the news. He angrily reprimanded Zenier for his rebellious and immoral behavior, and even told his past actions in front of the ministers. All the "positive models" described by the government were "an act of buying people's hearts". Several ministers and nobles who had close contacts with Zenier were immediately imprisoned and deprived of their titles.

After criticizing his ambitious eldest son in an all-round way, and defining his actions as "rebellion", Divic, who has the legitimacy of the imperial power, decided to find the remaining three countries to gain a position before ordering troops to suppress the rebellion. support on .

Divic didn't take the rebellion initiated by his prestigious elder son seriously at all. Whether it was training him or Tanya, they were all preparations for the arrival of the magic wave.

Under the tide of magic power, the power structure is turbulent, and people's minds have changed. In order to keep Solon alive, Divic just gave them a territory and let them manage it in order to make multiple preparations.

He had long imagined the scene of children who were too young but dazzled by power to raise weapons against him.

Pretty ridiculous scene, isn't it?

How does a baby bird fight against a huge adult bird that has honed its beak, wings, and sharp claws to the extreme?

Diweik didn't feel sad that he was about to kill his own flesh and blood. He had too many children, and his family ties had long since faded.

Divic was just helpless that the best card in his hand had launched a worthless war at an inappropriate time. Zenier should have continued to work hard to consolidate his rights in the tide of magic power.

As for the throne... one day, maybe it will be his.

But before Diweik didn't say it, whoever touches it will die!

Antonio of Theocracy, Noel of Sligo, and Ravennis of Cordzon were invited, and Divic announced straight to the point that he would send troops to wipe out the rebellion, and hoped that the three countries would all be able to conquer Ze at this moment. Niall identified as "Solon's Rebellion".

Noel's hand fumbled on Little Silence, and finally received a solid slap on his arm. This crisp sound interrupted Diweik's long speech.

Diweik didn't care about Noel's behavior, he was used to it, ever since he was labeled as an obscene maid, voices criticizing his personal virtues emerged endlessly and were extremely harsh.

When he walked around Noel's maid in public, the people below would say, "Look, I said that incident was true, and now I'm avoiding suspicion."

He tried to treat the group of maids as if nothing had happened, and someone would immediately say: "I knew it, that incident was true. Look at how enthusiastic he is towards other maids. Sure enough, Noel's collection is even more fragrant."

The word "more" directly lowered Divic's image to Noel's level, as if the two had exactly the same lewdness.

Diweik ignored the commotion on Noel's side, and stared at Antonio intently—the attitude of the Theocracy is extremely important.

Everyone in the Guanghui Academy who came together looked at each other, and finally, Antonio cleared his throat.

"In view of the significance of the [Day of Calamity] peace celebration to the Mela tribes, and the sudden civil war in the Solon Empire could not be held, we decided to move the celebration to the ancient city [Fagutar], which is still in ruins. It will continue to commemorate the suffering that the Second Scourge brought upon Meera, honor heroes, and celebrate the hard-won peace."

When these very polite official words were over, Divic was stunned for a few seconds, and the consuls accompanying Solon had sensed something unusual, but no one dared to speak out.

Antonio looked around: "I don't know, what's your opinion, Cordzone and Sligo?"

Noel, who hugged Xiao Jingjing's waist and kept rubbing, took the time to say: "I support it...don't move, let me smell it."

Ravennis tried to maintain an indifferent look, ignoring the movement from the other end: "I support."

Due to his popularity and contribution during the war, Lu Yu also got the opportunity to listen in. He smiled and tasted the ever-changing expression of Diweik's face, feeling inexplicably happy.

"Dear Your Majesty Divic, this is the Solon Civil War." He repeated Antonio's words in a joking tone, which caused Divic to cast two sharp eyes, but soon, he again Look to Antonio.

"What do you mean!" Divic asked, holding back his anger, "Civil war? This is a premeditated and shameful rebellion. It happened on the second day of the peace celebration. It is a blasphemy of countless wars. , is a blatant contempt for the Meera races!"

Divik tried to put a bigger hat on Zenier in order to arouse the indignation of everyone present, but unexpectedly, no one responded, and they still sat calmly in their positions, watching him without saying a word. A word.

After confirming that Diweik did not intend to make supplements, Antonio said lightly: "I deeply regret this, in order to let all ethnic groups treat this matter without bias, and for His Majesty Diweik to do his best to suppress the rebellion, That's all we can do."

"I need to emphasize again that since the rebel is the Storm Prince, your eldest prince, this is indeed a civil war."

Facing this group of people who had informed him a long time ago, Diweik kicked over the tea table beside them after they left.

Not long ago, the Theocracy clearly supported him. He even hoped that Noel would let go of his "hatred" by transferring part of his business profits.

"Why...why did you change your position!" Divic gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. Even if the three major powers did not support your blockade of the rebel leader Zenir, relying on Solon's current strength, the rebels still have no chance of winning."

"Yes, the time has just passed away, and the relationship between the various ethnic groups is harmonious. They will not intervene in the war. This war without the interference of outsiders has the advantage of Solon."

Under the persuasion of the consul, Diweik also felt that there was no need to be so excited, so he took a breather and ordered: "Go and confirm the thoughts of the other ethnic groups."

The positions of all ethnic groups are surprisingly consistent.

All kinds of sea monsters said that as long as the flames of war are not directed to the sea, they are happy to eat small dried fish and watch.

Most of the half-orcs asked about the scale and the expected end time, and they were very worried that the business road would not be open after the arrival of spring.

The half-dragon was still as cold as frost, and even sprayed a flame on Solon's messenger.

The aggregated information can basically be described as: "You fight how you like, and whoever wins has nothing to say."

Divic didn't wait any longer, he dispatched the rested legion, and at the same time sent out one team after another of the black owls.

In order to prevent the fall of the population, Divic did not choose to let the black owl assassinate Zenier's base. Those who reach out to touch the imperial power can see clearly what will happen to him as an enemy!

Diweik didn't forget that good daughter who sneakily annexed two city-states. He stood in front of the sand table, looked at the green collar, and sneered again and again.

"Using a good reputation to gather a group of bottom insects to work for you, but what can they do?"

"Keeping your livestock, sweeping your yard, plowing your land... yes, these lowly lowlifes are always good at doing that... but what else?"

Diweik pushed a group of black owls towards the green collar: "What do you use to resist, this absolute power?"

"Just because of these idiots who are moved by you and are willing to exchange their flesh and blood for your survival?"

"Even if there are hundreds of them, even if they raise their weapons, so what? Can they hurt the black owl at all?"

Divik ordered in a deep voice: "Tania's consuls are all eradicated, and none of the magicians she gathered are left behind. I want her to watch everything she managed come to an end intact, and then bring her back... Solon is still alive." She needs to continue her excellent bloodline."

After the black owl confirmed the order, they left silently. In their dictionary, maintaining the existence of Solon is the most important thing. If the prince or princess obstructs, there is only one end.