Chapter 651 War Without Smoke

Hymn Will doesn't know whether Kylenia's words are true or not. In case Congreve was really murdered by Sulbajo, Captain Tang has direct evidence in his hands, and temporarily uses the excuse of helping his old friend Philip to get ahead. To take over "Aradelle", he is also ashamed to fight recklessly, after all, the other party has reason.

Henrietta knew that Kyrenia's words were lying, for example, Captain Tang came to talk to him about business. Of course, he will not expose her lies. Firstly, when he first communicated with Tang Fang, he had something to say first; pressure;

What surprised him was that after the "Aladale" incident, Tang Fang did not contact him to discuss the next action plan. He just tied the "Morning Star Foundry" to the somewhat outdated tank of the old-school forces through Kyrenia's mouth. in the car.

He was very happy about this, but at the same time he was at a loss, not knowing what the hell the kid was up to.

Therefore, it doesn't matter whether the hymn will be a lip gun, a tongue sword, a verbal punishment, or a written attack. He always plays a set of Taijiquan, playing tricks of avoiding the real and making the empty, four or two.

Anthem Will hated this, but there was nothing he could do.

If you send troops to "Aradelle" with a tough stance, you will crusade against Captain Tang who meddles in other countries' internal affairs. Then Henrietta can also protect the partners from being treated differently, supervise and investigate the whole story of Congreve's murder, and send the fleet to "Aradelle".

Group of biological battleships + "Aradelle" navy + fleet sent by Henrietta vs his crusade fleet.

If something goes wrong in the middle and a fight really starts, then there will be some fun.

However, when it comes to the political struggle between the old faction and the new faction, the neutral nobles who account for nearly 40% of the country's military force will choose to stand by and watch. Until the two sides completely decide the outcome, those treacherous old foxes will never let go of their chess pieces.

In the current environment where the old-school forces are going from prosperity to decline. As long as he kills a few old guys, Henrietta's camp will gradually decline, and the new faction he represents will win in an all-round way. It is really unwise to fight recklessly with the combination of Henrietta + Tang Fang, and no smart person would do it.

Hymn Will sits on a throne symbolizing kingship. He looked down at Henrietta, Mellor, and his close vassal Drizzt at the bottom of the stone steps.

The throne is high, wide, and majestic.

Twelve silver long swords with a height of several meters are inserted obliquely on the back of the throne. In the center is a crystal prism, which reflects a chilling light under the light of the roof of the hall.

It was designed by von Olipold, the founding king of the United Kingdom of Turanx.

Supervised and built, has been passed down to this day.

What's interesting is that His Majesty the King sits on such a throne, but he doesn't have a bit of Kirclough Stewart's domineering and majestic style, on the contrary he looks very gloomy. Like a devil hiding in the shadows and watching the world coldly.

Seriously speaking, this has something to do with Hymn Will's experience and the situation in the United Kingdom of Turanx.

He was the youngest son of the previous king. When he came to the throne, the royal family considered that the new king, who had just turned 33, was too young and did not have enough political experience and prestige. He was afraid that he would not be able to suppress those big nobles, so they decided to let Henrietta be the new king. Regent. Assist Angewell to handle the state affairs, and wait for the new king to stabilize the foundation in the future before abdicating the throne and delegating power.

It's just that power is like a drug. It's addictive and addictive.

When a person is immersed in the sea of ​​power for too long, it will merge into the body, infect the soul, intertwine with life, and never separate from each other. If you give it up. It is tantamount to giving up your own life.

Henrietta was not immune either, when he realized that he was going further and further down the road of power. Mu Ran looked back, but found that there was no way out. Anthem Will was pressing forward with a long sword in his hand.

People can't help themselves in the arena, and so is the field of power.

For his own survival and the survival of those behind him, he can only raise his long sword and stand on the opposite side of Psalmwell, mobilizing his murderous aura and sword intent to engage in a game of life and death.

Expert duels are often determined by one move. They raise their energy, gather their strength, concentrate their minds, and gather the power of heaven and earth, just waiting to find the opponent's opening and seal their throats with one sword.

This kind of metaphor seems to be above board, but in fact, political struggles are mostly shady, and they are the most nasty things in the world. Growing up in this dark environment and progressing in the shadow of Henrietta, one can imagine what kind of person Psalm Will will become.

He always has only one face.

It’s this face when you’re happy, it’s this face when you’re sad, it’s this face when you’re nervous, it’s the same face when you’re at a loss...a face without any emotion, so quiet that you can’t see a ripple, like ancient China. A child bride who grew up under the pickiness of her parents-in-law.

He habitually suppresses all emotional fluctuations, including colored eyes. Although his royal robe is very bright, but coupled with that eternal face, it clearly gives people the feeling of a walking dead.

Gloom is the main color of his life.

Harrington is a smart man, Sulpajo is a smart man, Crivana is a smart man...

There aren't a lot of dummies who can be the pinnacle of power, and as their king, Hymn Will is smarter than smart.

He can see the domestic situation clearly, and he can also see the international situation clearly. He knew Henrietta's plan, and he could also understand the thoughts of those great nobles who strictly abide by neutrality.

"Uncle, I wonder if you have ever thought about such a question, which one would you choose between royal family interests and personal interests?"

"Well... this question is a bit difficult. Uncle might as well think about it for a few more days, and it won't be too late to give me your answer when the joint meeting is held."

His eyes were still calm, his expression was as hard as a piece of iron, he got off the throne like that, walked out of the hall step by step, and headed towards the harem.

Drizzt walked out from the corridor, clasped his hands together, clasped his sleeves tightly with five fingers, bowed slightly to Henrietta and Mellor, and exited the hall, his figure disappeared under the eaves.

The wind stopped, and the moonlight spread out on the water, driving those tiny stars to the corner.

The long sword behind the throne dragged phantoms on the floor, like a cage. It symbolizes power, but imprisons people's hearts.

Melore turned around slowly, looking in the direction of the throne and frowning slightly. There is a deep puzzlement in the eyes.

There is a scar on his face, which spreads from the left temple to the right temple, which looks a little scary.

As a noble prince, he has many ways to remove this ugly and somewhat hideous scar, but he doesn't. Because in his opinion, it is not a scar, but a medal.

It was given by the Austro-Hungarian prince of the Sauron Empire and used a sword called Hecate.

That is not an ordinary sword, because the caster is not human, maybe an Ipsi dragon. Or maybe not.

In any case, it was true that Melore almost died under this sword.

But he didn't die, it was the Prince of Austria-Hungary who died, "Hecate" also fell into his hands, and there was this scar symbolizing honor and pride.

Henrietta inserted the cane into the slot on the magnetic levitation chair. Drive out slowly. The fluorescent blue halo under the chair is reflected on the ground, exuding faint light patterns.

The stone steps are not long, but it seems to be very long for people walking...at least Melore thinks it is very long.

"What did he mean by that?"

Melore is Henrietta's younger brother, His Royal Highness Prince of the United Kingdom of Turanx, but he does not have extraordinary political ideas, and he prefers to duel openly, with knives and swords, rather than playing tricks. Decorate life with blood and human head.

He is an out-and-out warrior, and he admires Turamon the most. It's a pity that the uncle and nephew are of the same mind and have different paths.

Of course, warriors do not mean idiots. He could hear that the words of Praise Will had some deep meaning, but he didn't know the specific content, so he asked his brother humbly.

Henrietta looked up at the night sky, and Tmir was hanging high, emitting a faint moonlight without hesitation, dispelling the somewhat gloomy atmosphere above the royal city. It makes people feel a little warmth.

The early spring has passed, and the days when hundreds of flowers will bloom will soon be ushered in. However, no matter how big the garden is, the flowers and colors are even. Across the thick blue tiles and heavy palace walls, one can always feel a little desolate.

He stroked the handle of the cane lightly, feeling a little cold.

"He found a reason to convince the Joint Council."

Melore froze on the spot until the magnetic levitation chair floated six or seven meters away before quickly catching up and said with a sullen face, "Then why did he tell you? What does that last sentence mean?"

Henrietta has never been a sentimental person, but today, I always feel that Temir is a little sad, and those uneven moonlight is like sad tears falling from "her" eyes, warm but with a bitter taste.

"Because I can't stop it."

He stretched out his withered hand, trying to catch those brilliance, but unfortunately, they were like shy elves, scrambling to escape from the old hand, it was a bit puzzling.

The guards at the end of the stone steps stood there motionless, letting the moonlight drag their backs for a long, long time, lingering with the water of the moat, gently kissing the jumping stars.

"He is giving me an ultimatum, or forcing me to make a choice."

These two sentences can be regarded as the answer to the previous question, but there was a long gap between them, and the impatient Melore frowned.

Henrietta continued: "He felt that I should use the time before the joint meeting to think carefully, whether to choose to resist to the end, or to compromise and surrender, and then give him the answer."

Melore's brows darkened even more, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes: "He thinks he can have the last laugh?"

The confrontation between the old faction and the new faction in the United Kingdom of Turanx has been going on for more than 20 years. Although the old faction has gone from bad to worse over the past few years and has gradually declined, as the saying goes, the centipede is dead but not stiff. If you really fight to the death, who will win? Who will lose is still unknown.

"No." Henrietta said, "He has pride."

"you sure?"

Henrietta nodded: "Praise Will... very good, he has become mature."

Melore looked at the increasingly dark corridor ahead, with a solemn expression: "Then what should we do?"

"Surrender and not kill... will you believe it?"

"If it's on the battlefield between the two armies, I believe in the Reborn Ghost Hand Poison Doctor." Melore said: "If it's on the field of power, I don't believe it."

Henrietta smiled and said, "I don't believe it either."

There is a kind of joke in this world, which is very cold and chills people's hearts ----- the conscience of capitalists, the promise of those in power.

Melore is in power, and Henrietta is also in power. It is precisely because she is in power that she is more aware of the dangers involved.

"I will not hand over the lives of myself and my people to others, I will not..."

This was the first time Henrietta showed excitement, perhaps because the two had already merged into the darkness, there was no need to maintain that creepy calm. Choose to be normal again.

Mellor asked, "How?"

"Wait and see."

"Wait and see? Do nothing... Is it really good?"

"If we don't do it, it doesn't mean others won't do it."

The moonlight is like water, stretching away along the corridor in front of Hal Palace, connecting with the city that never sleeps in front of it, blending with movement and stillness. They complement each other into brilliance.

"I've always had good luck with my bets...I have a lot of faith in him."

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When Henrietta and Mellor boarded the shuttle parked at the end of the long road, Drizzt stood with his hands down in a palace deep in Hal's palace, and the faint light intertwined ripples on his face.

Anthem Will looked at the middle-aged man with a resolute face on the big screen, and said, "How long will it take to reach the capital?"

"Seven days...should be enough."

"I will order the commander of the Lionheart's independent fleet to be ready."

The middle-aged man on the big screen smiled. However, this failed to bring any warmth to that face, on the contrary it had a cold taste. Because accompanied by the killing intent in the depths of his eyes, it was more like the bloodthirsty grin of a butcher on a rainy night.

He is Turamon Olipold, one of the most valued brothers of Psalmwell, and also an unswerving follower of His Majesty the King and an executioner bathed in the royal power.

Anthem Will said in a gossiping tone: "Do you still hate cockroaches so much?"

"Of course." Turamon said, "I prefer to crush them to death with my feet instead of using pesticides. You know, the sound of the carapace shattering and body juices splattering is really charming."

"Your bad taste is really unacceptable."

"Trust me, although it sounds disgusting, it feels really good." Tulamon said with a worried face: "Brother Wang, you really should try it, it will be... good for you."

His words are very euphemistic, which is extremely rare for a warrior with militaristic feelings. At least it shows that he is very concerned about this elder brother who hides in the shadows all day long, is used to restraining his minions, and is good at keeping a low profile.

In Turamon's view. As the king of a country, he should live a more unrestrained life, for example, having sex like Duke Tripathi; Find something naughty to play with like Abdul.

Anthem Will smiled, so dryly. So far-fetched, it didn't bring the slightest life to his calm face.

This face is the portrayal of his life for more than 20 years. It has become a habit, or a sign. It's as clear as the handwriting engraved on a stone tablet, and it can't be changed casually, unless there is an opportunity.

Such an opportunity is not far away.

First, he needed Turamon to trample that nasty cockroach to death.

He felt that he already looked up to that cockroach. The Lionheart King's independent fleet is one of the strongest combat forces of the royal family. It can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Glory Legion of the Star Alliance and the Hydra Legion of the Mongya Empire. Its combat power far exceeds that of the Night Army.

Using it to trample a cockroach to death is naturally a very simple matter, as simple as drinking water and eating.

Yes, he thought that Tang Fang...was a cockroach, just like what Turamon said just now, when he stepped on it, he could hear the sound of the carapace cracking, and the viscous body juice spurted out. It's a pleasant feeling.

It's just that he is used to keeping a low profile and wearing a calm mask, making it impossible to guess what he is thinking, whether it is anger, joy, or sadness.

The political situation of the United Kingdom of Turanx is different from that of the Mongya Empire and the Sulu Empire, which creates a different temperament, or personality, of those in power.

Anthem Will has never said anything about those two in front of others, but in his self-cognition, as long as he can regain the power that should belong to him from Henrietta, it will be the greatest affirmation of his ability to govern, and it will also He fully surpassed the performance of Kerclough Stewart, Zaire Abdul, Virginia Alexander and others.

And Tang Fang of "Morning Star Casting" is the biggest stepping stone in front of him!

Oh no...the last cockroach.

Tulamon didn't know what Psalm Will was thinking, even if the relationship between the two was the closest, he couldn't see his heart clearly through that face.

"Brother, I will hold that kid's head to meet you, and let his name become a pearl adorning your crown of thorns."

Anthem Will nodded, glad Turamon said so.

"Before that, you need to meet Harvin Kassan of the Lionheart's independent fleet, and I'm going to convince those who sit on the wall."

A smile suddenly appeared on Turamont's face as hard as iron. It was not beautiful, but had a ferocious, or vicious taste.

"I think you should start with Tripathi first. I heard that Captain Tang of 'Morning Star Casting' has several beauties who are all over the country. If you promise it to the old pervert as spoils of war, it should be easy to convince him." ...After all, that is his pursuit in life. Women, especially beautiful women, are even more important to him than Jiangshan."

"I remember that at a palace banquet, the old pervert made a slip of the tongue after drinking. He once said that as long as the Galaxy Demon Girl could marry him for one night, he would rather give up half the dukedom as the price."

It's hard to imagine that a guy who has always been iron-blooded and ruthless in front of outsiders would have such vicious thoughts.

Only in front of Psalmwell would he reveal the poisonous stinging needle hidden behind the cloak.

Praise Will said: "How to convince those people, I have a plan, you don't need to worry about it."

"Wait for the good news from brother." Turamon bowed slightly, and then disconnected the communication connection.

The light from the big screen slowly dimmed, and the hall became dim. The moonlight leaked from the window lattice and spread gently on the ground, demure and graceful.

Drizzt stood in the porch, his whole body blending into the shadow of the curtain.

"It's late at night, go to sleep."

Until the voice of Praise Will sounded, he bowed slightly and stepped back.

………(to be continued)