The silver lion kingdom, the royal palace.

"boom!"

Two doors with beautifully carved lions' heads were suddenly pushed open.

A white-robed attendant hurriedly walked into this luxuriously decorated conference room, his eyes were a group of officers from the Lion King Corps patrolling for a moment, locked on a heroic middle-aged man wearing a golden crown, and shouted:

"Your Majesty, the Golden-robed Archbishop of the Church of God the Father, Your Excellency'Hesse Asencio', I want to see you if you have something to do..."

The name mentioned by the attendant made the noisy meeting room instantly quiet.

The king of the highest authority in the kingdom, His Majesty Leon Turner V, who is honored as the "Lion Heart King", frowned and replied:

"You go and reply to Your Excellency Archbishop Jinpao. I will meet him at the Lion Palace in 15 minutes!"

The waiter responded and left in a hurry.

Leon Turner V habitually touched his silver beard, and sighed a little bored.

The silver beard is the most striking feature of the royal family.

The lion heart kings of the silver lion kingdom would grow a beard according to family traditions and take care of it carefully. In order to please his majesty, the ministers and attendants in the palace would often call it "the mane of the silver lion".

"This group of ignorant rebellious people actually tried to overthrow the great Lionheart Dynasty. This is an unforgivable sin, and it must be washed away with blood!"

Leon Turner V scanned the aristocratic officers surrounded by him, and said with a smile:

"Go, my loyal warriors, I look forward to you bringing back the news of victory!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The officers in gorgeous military uniforms bowed neatly and walked out of the meeting room.

After watching the last officer leave, Leon Turner V's complexion suddenly became gloomy. He stared at the map of Lionheart City hanging on the wall and asked:

"Earl Leonardo, you are the wise man I trust the most... Do you think there is an envoy behind this untouchable riot? If so, will it be the one from the north?"

An old man in Chinese clothes sitting at the conference table pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and sighed softly:

"My Majesty, in fact, you already have the answer in your heart... Under normal circumstances, the low-level civilians lack both high-end force and financial resources, and they have no strength to resist your rule."

"The only question is how deep the involvement of the North is... However, I think we can get the answer from the casualties of the Lion King Corps."

Leon Turner V asked worriedly:

"Do we need to ask the church for help? I sent someone to Stares Town before and invited the'Holy Steel Bulwark' to come to the king's capital to sit down, but this one was missing, and I was very worried that this was done in the north. The purpose of getting ghosts is to weaken our high-end power...The church also has two powerful Upanishads under the crown, as well as several extraordinary things, I think..."

"His Majesty!"

Count Leonardo suddenly interrupted Leon Turner V's words:

"Please forgive me, do you think that the two upright men of the Church of the Father God, working together under the crown, can defeat the strongest man in mankind?"

Leon Turner V's face changed:

"The Church of the Father God possesses the most powerful and extraordinary creature in the human world-the Scepter of Light. It may not be defeated by the God of War?"

Count Leonardo asked another sharper question:

"So, what will you do to fill the appetite of the Church of God the Father? You should be very clear that under the crown of the Pope of the'Sacred Mountain of Light', you are not an easily satisfied person... I have no doubt that in the future, you Who will inherit the crown on your head? I'm afraid you don't count it, but the Pope said it!"

"In addition, what if the Church of God the Father is defeated? By then, the royal family standing on the same line as the church will become the enemy under the crown of the God of War...Have you ever thought about how to deal with the liquidation under the crown of the God of War?"

This profound analysis made Leon Turner V realize how dangerous the situation of the royal family is.

His forehead couldn't help but see a little sweat. He grabbed the earl's thin hand and asked with a trembling voice:

"Earl Leonardo, your wisdom is far better than mine. Would you please point out a way to the royal family?"

The earl took off his glasses, rubbed his aching nose, and said slowly:

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, both the God of War and the Church of God the Father are ferocious and terrifying wasteland hyenas, but the former is stronger and has a greater appetite... But after the Lionheart Kingdom loses the support of the "kingdom double wall", the most It can only be regarded as a night crow..."

Although this metaphor makes Leon Turner V unhappy, he must admit that it is the best description of the current situation.

"The night crow never fights the wasteland hyena head-on, it will only fly above the wasteland hyena's head, watching them hunt, watching the flesh and blood of the prey, and after they leave, they will bite the remaining remains... time one Day after day, the wasteland hyenas will also grow old day by day. When they are too old to walk, the night crows will immediately pounce on the wasteland hyena's flesh and blood..."

Leon Turner V's eyes lit up:

"what do you mean……"

The earl said the answer directly:

"The Lionheart Kingdom needs to learn how the night crows survive. Instead of confronting the God of War or the Church of the Father God, you should rely on them, please them, and watch them fight each other coldly, and they are exhausted from fighting each other... The Kingdom of Heart is waiting for the right opportunity to make a comeback!"

Leon Turner V exclaimed with excitement:

"Oh, Count Leonardo, you deserve to be the best wise man in the kingdom. This is an amazing strategy... Can you tell me how I should respond to this mob's rebellion? ? Should I negotiate with them to solve the problem in a peaceful way?"

The earl shouted murderously:

"No, you must kill all the untouchables!"

After a pause, he explained in detail:

"Your Majesty, you choose to compromise, not the untouchables, but the **** of war behind the untouchables... Doesn't he want some **** "humanitarian"? Promise him, we abolish the Kingdom Security Law and import a large amount of food... …As long as you can keep the royal heritage, you will do what the God of War asks you to do."

"As for other interests, it doesn't matter to lose part of it... Hmph, after all, the first human being is only the first human being, not an immortal god. He will die one day..."

Leon Turner V gritted his teeth:

"Okay! I listen to you!"

The earl glanced at the magic clock hung on the wall and reminded:

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to meet with the Archbishop of Jinpao... If he wants to force the Silver Lion Kingdom to deal with the north, you can accept the promise of the snake, but never rush to the front line... As far as I know, the God of War is right. The hostility of the Church of God the Father is very heavy, and the pressure facing the church is also great. Until it defeats the God of War, the church will not take you whatsoever..."

Leon Turner V nodded repeatedly and walked towards the door.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and his face changed greatly:

"Oops, my'Anastasia' is still in the White Lion Manor on the outskirts of the city. Lionheart City is about to be messed up. I have to send someone to bring her back..."

...

"Boom...boom..."

The intensive sound of iron hoofs, like billowing thunder, spread throughout the slums.

Because the tremor was too strong, the surface of the sinkhole in the low-lying place was swayed with waves, and some shabby wooden sheds that were not too strong were swaying visible to the naked eye.

Several heavy cavalry, wearing full armor and horses with metal harnesses, are running wildly on the **** and dilapidated streets. Even if there are figures in front of them, the speed of the knights is not reduced at all, and they don't care about the life and death of the innocent poor.

"Bang...Bang..."

The stalls, sundries, etc. placed on the street were either trampled to pieces by rolling iron hoofs, or they were smashed into flight.

The poor people in ragged clothes screamed and avoided, lest they run slower, they were hit to death by galloping horses.

A dirty little girl shrank in a corner of the wall in horror, her hands tightly blocking her ears.

"Boom...boom...boom...boom..."

After the knight galloped past, the little girl discovered that her stall had been smashed by horseshoes, and the pile of crude clay pots sold was all turned into fragments, and there was no longer a good clay pot.

Big tears burst out from the corner of the little girl's eyes.

These clay pots are the only valuable property of her family, and they are also what the whole family will depend on for some time to come.

In another narrower alley, another heavy cavalry was also galloping.

"boom!"

An old and weak old woman couldn't dodge, and the whole person was hit hard by the headed knight.

"Crack! Crack!"

There was a terrible bone cracking sound in her chest, and her whole body whirled out, hit the wall, and landed on the ground again.

The old woman screamed, vomiting blood, and fell into a coma after a few breaths.

The knight glanced coldly from the corner of his eye, and shouted murderously:

"Attention everyone, speed up to the destination!"

"According to the information provided by the Royal Spy, there is a group of rebels there. Our task is to kill them all, not leaving one!"