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The people here are very smart, they also have a keen political mind and foresight. They spend different time to figure out the same things.

Whether it was Tyron or Drizzt, they were paving the way for Turramon's speech.

If the above words are flowers, then the previous double springs are green leaves.

His Majesty’s confidants and ministers have no differences of opinion at all, they have a heart of solidarity.

Some elderly veterans looked at Henrietta, and then at Hymn Will, and finally figured out why when Tyron finished the conversation, His Majesty the King showed disappointed eyes when he heard his uncle say no comments.

Because the one-man show is very meaningless and lacks interactive fun.

And self-written, directed and acted one-man shows are even more meaningless.

Many people looked at him with horrified eyes, and some people looked straight ahead, not knowing what they were thinking, but from their slightly trembling hands, lightly twitching faces, or frequently twisted sitting posture, we can clearly know their hearts. Not calm, on the contrary the waves are magnificent.

Henrietta was still calm, her expression calm, and her heart calmer.

The corners of Mellor's mouth sneered thicker, and his raised eyebrows sneered slightly, as if he had known things would develop into this way.

Arnasi shrank in the shadow in the corner of the venue, gently kneading the oxygen-carrying hose with his haggard fingers.

It didn't know when it left its nostrils, and landed on the palm of the old prince's hands, and the overflowing air flow undulated waves in the silky robe.

Form a legion to fight against "Aradère" and expel Tang Fang and his corpse warships out of the country?

How can things be so simple.

Tang Fang is just one of the goals of His Majesty the King, and perhaps the term "secondary goal" is closer to the facts.

He is still just a small person, at least in His Majesty's heart, he can use it at will. A small person who has come to achieve his political goals.

Because he has feelings, because he is a very ordinary person, even if he controls a terrifying military force, he is still a weak person and a pawn. Pieces you can use as you like!

Just like the words that Turlamon once said: "The sound of stepping on cockroaches with your feet is very beautiful."

They never regarded him as someone who could sit on an equal footing with themselves.

If only Tang Fang was driven out of "Aradère," the old-school forces might suffer some negative effects, and they would continue to walk far on the road of inferiority, but they would never break their nerves and fall into a desperate situation.

But if we can take this as an opportunity to push this crusade into a national war. What will be the result?

Because of the relationship between Henrietta and Tang, the command of this war will inevitably be concentrated in the hands of Sange Will. The new faction forces further control the country's military power, and then affect the entire officialdom, triggering a domino effect. Makes the disadvantages of the old-school forces worse.

Then, through various methods such as dispersing, reorganizing, dividing, drawing in, and restraining, Henrietta's influence in both military and political circles will be minimized. Then, His Majesty only needs to watch from the sidelines, and the old-school forces will be in disorder. Eventually fell apart.

On the other hand, if it really forms an alliance with the Mongolian Empire and the Sulu Empire and obtains sufficient political capital, the reputation of Chance Weir will explode. Thoroughly overshadowed Henrietta, and even Arnasi at that time, became a figure of the level of Kolklav I. King over the entire Turanx United Kingdom.

This is the final blow to the old-school forces. There is no need for a military coup or plotting a conspiracy. They will be completely reduced to a past wave in the political history of the kingdom and lost in the billowing waves.

If Hymn Will be more generous, Henrietta might follow Arnaci's old path. People like Mellor and Gilcott will all be marginalized and thrown to a certain place for retirement.

In fact, Henrietta may not be able to live as tenaciously as Arnacy. Not everyone lives so long.

Only those who know Sange Will know that there is no "if" at all. His Majesty the King is not Henrietta, and he will not treat his uncle like Henrietta treated Arnaci in the past. He will cut off the head of the biggest political enemy with his own hands and nod the crown of thorns on his head with those blood makeup.

Of course, the punishment is to grind the flesh with a blunt knife, or to cut the mess with a sharp knife, depending on the mood of the King.

The people who figured through the gates looked at Change Will sitting on the rostrum with shock and fear.

That body is not burly, let alone strong, on the contrary, it has a weak taste.

But it is such an ordinary body, but it contains scary power.

Henrietta’s time has passed, and the stage belonging to Hymn Will is coming.

The faces of the members of the new faction were not shocked, but more proud and proud.

Many people on the fence flickered their eyes for a while, and then looked at the glue-solidified face on the podium with a hot glow. They finally made up their minds to follow in the footsteps of His Majesty the King.

Henrietta, Mellor and others guessed that Anthem would be in trouble at the joint council, but they did not expect that their good nephew borrowed a hand from the east to draw the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire into this domestic political chaos. Bureau.

Of course, such an accident is not unexpected at all. For the result, they have been mentally prepared in advance, no matter how unexpected the process is, it is difficult to stir the nerves of several princes.

Except the lords and ministers belonging to the old forces.

Their faces were occupied by panic, and their hearts were filled with loss. They looked at the podium with bitter and angry eyes. They didn’t understand why the old men didn’t move, let alone have anything to say. They always kept calm, sitting and watching the praise of Will. Victory is pushed to the extreme, pushing old-school forces into the abyss.

"It should have been a way for myself long ago."

"I regret that I should have made such a choice."

"This day, finally came..."

Some ministers of the old-school forces began to regret, looking at several people on the rostrum with complex expressions, no matter their gaze or expression, they showed a sad mood of dead end.

The lords who were outside the power core of the old-school forces lowered their eyebrows, wandered their eyes, or bit their lower lip, thinking about the way forward. Consider whether or not to change the flag, at least it can survive.

Tusna once again looked at the empty seats not far away, thinking about Tripatti's silence or attendance. What does it mean? He is really sick. Or a shirk?

If it's evasive, deliberately keeping silent, what kind of emotion do you want to express. Is it a protest? Who to protest to? His enemy is obviously Captain Tang, he should participate in it because of emotion and reason...

Wait, Tusenna raised his head. Panicked eyes fell on Change Will's face.

He thought of a possibility, if everything is a conspiracy.

Captain Tang is a chess piece, and Tripatti is also a chess piece, including the joint council members, and it is also a chess piece in someone's hand.

too frightening. It was terrible.

His hand was shaking slightly, and his right eyelid was jumping.

Maybe all these things are a political conspiracy orchestrated by His Majesty the King.

He was frightened by his own thoughts, and even more frightened by the faceless face on the podium. For the first time, he felt that it was not a face, but a black hole that could swallow everyone.

He finally knew why Tripatti chose to be silent, because he was unwilling, but he didn't dare. You can only protest in silence.

He looked at Henrietta and others again, and felt that His Royal Highness was really pitiful.

They were as helpless as Tripatti, and simply kept silent. Watching His Majesty the King sing a one-man show.

That kid named Tang Fang is even more pathetic, pathetic, and stupid. How long will it take him to understand that the world is cruel, society is sinister, and survival is not easy?

"It's Hymn Will won."

Tusenna looked at Arnaci's old face. Mutter softly with a voice that only you can hear.

After the atmosphere in the room returned to calm, Ange Will said in a dispirited voice: "Vote for it."

Simply expelled Tang Fang from the country. There is no need to use full force, but if it is to launch a national war. Naturally, it must be supported by most lords.

Praise Will's words kicked off a new round of team actions.

Needless to say, members of the new faction, more than 90% of the members of the wall-riding faction voted in favor, and only a very small number of them abstained.

Nearly 40% of the lords of the old-fashioned forces also fell to Anthem. The few nobles who were close to Henrietta did not even have the strength to press the opposition button.

The result of the voting has not yet been announced, and Ange Will has won.

It's just such a victory, in the eyes of His Majesty the King, it is really indifferent.

It is wonderful to have struggles, and it is not to have a heroic twilight, but now it is good, Henrietta and Mellor are like a spectator throughout the whole process, with calm expressions and calm eyes, watching him direct an unmoving drama.

They shouldn't be spectators, Arnasi is.

Turramon returned to his seat from the podium, with a smug expression on his face because of Henrietta's indifferent cooling.

He wondered why the old guy was so calm, was it discouraged, or that his mind was already strong?

Why is Mellor, who has always been known for his short temper, is so calm.

What are they... waiting for?

What are you waiting for? The overall situation is set, can they still come back? impossible!

Drizzt and several officials of state walked to the counting system.

There was a brilliant smile on Tyron's face that a victor had.

Edwina's profile is very charming, like a fairy.

Servez wiped his hand with a handkerchief. The focus and cruel expression on his face made people think that he was not wiping his hands, but obviously wiping a blood-stained sword.

Li Yun's projection vibrated lightly, like wave traces thrown into the lake.

There was no surprise in the voting result, nor could it be.

Drizzt's smile was weird.

An important state official belonging to an old-school force trembled all over, almost without the strength to walk.

No one helped him, no one helped him.

However, at this moment, a national security officer entered through the side door at the corner of the venue, with a panic, dignified, and playful expression on his face.

No one noticed his presence. Everyone was making their own calculations, thinking about what to do next and what to do to their advantage.

After Drizzt's assistant had a few conversations with the man, he walked into the meeting room.

Only then did people notice a trace of anomaly, and they woke up from their absence, watching the assistant Mr. walk to the Minister of the Interior, whispering for a while, and then handed him a pda.

Drizzt was obviously at a loss and hesitated for a moment. He waved his hand to screen the assistant, turned and walked to the podium.

The smile on his face had disappeared and was replaced by calm. Only a few ministers who knew him knew that such calm was not true calm, but pretending to be calm.

Not much effort. PDA came to Sange Will from his hand.

His Majesty the King looked at the display for a while, his expressionless face frowned slightly.

The ticket checking process was forced to stop. Many people looked at the rostrum with puzzled eyes, not understanding what had happened.

"Transfer to the big screen." Sangewell thought for a while and said, "I want to see what he is going to do."

This sentence was for Drizzt. It was also for Henrietta, because the original calm face of the Regent showed a smile, not a triumphant smile, but a comforting smile, maybe... there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

As for the object of ridicule. Naturally there is no need to explain.

Drizzt retreated with the pda, just a few breathing time, the display device platform of the dome slowly lowered, and the six large monitors distributed in a circle were awakened from the dormant state, showing an unexpected scene.

No, it's a portrait!

According to some people, that is a person who should have been dead for a long time.

Yes, he is Surbaggio. Congreve's legal successor, a man labeled death by opposition reformers.

There was an exclamation in the venue, especially Reeves Knell's voice was the loudest.

"Sulbaggio. It's Surbaggio! Isn't he dead? Why is he still alive?"

"Yeah, why is he still alive? Is it possible that Reeves is lying?"

Many people looked at Reeves Knell, and some looked at Hymn Will in the middle of the podium.

The former wondered why Surbaggio didn’t die, and the latter didn’t know what Hymn Will was going to do. The channel on which Surbaggio appeared was the official media of "Aradele", who had already fallen into the hands of Captain Tang. .

"I'm Sulbaggio. I'm still alive." Sulbaggio didn't leave too much time for the lords and ministers present to think. He said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry. I let some people down. "

Let some people down? Let anyone down, Reeves?

Someone noticed that Surbaggio's complexion was very bad. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was white as a piece of paper, and some purple-brown cracks walked down the dull skin.

"Actually, if I live like this, it's better to die. That's a relief... isn't it, Uncle Reeves?"

After speaking, Surbaggio raised his right hand.

It can no longer be described with "hands", it is simply a mess of squirming rotten meat.

Some people began to gag, some people paled.

Hymn Will, Turramon, Edwina and others frowned, their expressions a bit complicated.

"Thanks to the Supreme Council's gift, I became a monster, and also thanks to the Supreme Council's gift, my respected father has also become a monster."

After this sentence was finished, the screen flashed, and Surbaggio's face was replaced by a piece of video material, which was the scene of Congreve's corpse.

The scene shifted, and Sulbaggio returned to the screen: "Father did not die from excessive drinking. His real cause of death was the discovery that the ‘Rulzan’ research park had mixed with the Supreme Council’s people before he was killed."

Next are three pieces of video data. The first piece is a scientific research worker wearing a white hexagram talking with Congreve. Both parties are talking and laughing. The second piece of information is that Congreve is arguing with them. The third piece of information is that Longtongue is chasing and killing several people in Tang Fang.

The same place, different events.

"Father has been carrying out reforms in the territory. This practice has touched the cheese of many clansmen and vassal families. Therefore, the Duke of Knell divided into two, advocating reformers to occupy'Aradre', and opposing reformers to occupy'Joson. Accept'."

"In the beginning, I was a member of the opposition reformists, but as time passed, I began to understand my father and tried to persuade the opposition reformists to accept his father's ideas."

"The result was frustrating and even sadder. With the help of the Supreme Council, my dear uncle and mother turned me into a walking dead, a marionette, and a puppet controlled by the Devourer, used to obstruct reform. , To fight against the father, to safeguard the interests of them and the family behind them."

"Yes, in order to fight against my father, my dear uncle, and my mother, they did not hesitate to join the notorious Supreme Council."

"Until I was discovered by my father, I had to use murder to silence him, and use force to suppress those reformist veterans who had doubts."

"God is always kind, isn't he?"

"Fortunately, their crappy methods used to cover up the abnormal death of his father brought someone out, Tang Fang!"

"This is naturally unfortunate for them. The Edward Fleet was defeated in the combined attack of the Obsidian Fleet and the biological warships. Under such circumstances, the director from the Supreme Council of the People's Republic of China appeared on the scene in a mixed battleship."

"He is very strong, almost driving Captain Tang into a desperate situation, but unfortunately he still lost."

The video changed again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A one-minute battle was played, and the content was exactly the battle between the Seraph and Yan Mo.

"Well, this is not the whole story. It is just part of the battle scene filmed by the Golding Naval Port. If anyone doubts the authenticity of the war, the official media homepage of'Aradère' has the entire process of the battle between Tang and the mixed warship."

"Whether it is from the perspective of being a son of man or from the perspective of a duke leader, I should say thank you."

"So, for those who accuse Captain Tang of interfering in the internal affairs of'Aradelle', I sincerely ask you to shut up. Also, I want to say to my dear uncle that you will do it for'Josena' These crimes go to hell."

Having said that, he paused for a moment and said in a tone of regret and sadness: "It's a pity that I only have one week left. I can't see the day when you and your supporters give the lead, but I promise, Ai Linna will avenge me and get back what we deserve."

"Also, please don't say that Captain Tang is not qualified, because she will become an important member of the Knar family tree in the near future."

"Uncle...I am waiting for you in hell, see or leave." (to be continued)