"Enhill has always wanted to rule the world." said the second voice, which sounded weird, as if deliberately pinching his throat: "It is said that after seeing a warlock, he has always thought that only he can rule the world. . Is this a surrender or a concession? Or is he preparing a new conspiracy?"

"He must get a new loan to maintain the war." Prince Furis stared at the crystal in front of him, and the prince's rich cheeks were reflected in the telescope. His expression was calm and his voice was calm, as if There are not many things worth paying attention to. After all, he is the only prince who has clearly participated in the conspiracy to overthrow the emperor in the past 100 years but is safe. "Leevaden, and those merchants, they want to wait for a higher position. They are rich, they can buy the officers, win over the mayor and the baron, but what if they can directly serve the future emperor? Some time ago, they and the North The elves fought for trading rights, but were defeated by an elves. The merchant council must be in the hands of...the ancient family, or the gold will swallow everyone one day."

"What are your plans, Prince Fries?"

"Enhill has been trying to manipulate trading companies. The trading companies in the empire must not fall into his hands. Otherwise, once the emperor has enough gold, he will have enough soldiers who are willing to be loyal to him and let Enhill take him My daughter married my son and stopped the idea of ​​manipulating the trading company, and we gave him the gold he wanted." Fries’ fingers tapped the tabletop rhythmically. "My son is a member of the Merchants Association. This can appease the group of businessmen. Recently, several senior members of the Merchants Association have died of illness or accidents. They want to seize power, but they dare not make up their minds to rebel because they have Money is very rich, so I can’t bear the savings in my hands. Provide them with a safe way to gain power, and they will be happy to exchange for gold. This is a deal, and they like to see the deal.”

"The Fulis family will create a new dynasty?"

"No, the scale of the empire is already too big. When the north is conquered, the land west of the Blue Mountains will be planted with the sun banner." Prince Friess coughed heavily: "Too many people want to be on the throne, ten. There is a rebellion in the province, enough to make the empire exhausted. In that case, why refuse to restore the ancient way of rule. The emperor will appear in the form of elections, not the family succession of the Entrance family. Give citizens votes and make civilians. And slaves get a chance for promotion. If the slaves realize that the chief is listening to them, they will sit down and negotiate and try to maintain the status of the master. As mentioned before, the cost of holding a celebration is much less than Military expenditure."

Prince Furis' words ended, and there was a moment of silence in the projection room.

"You actually intend to give the power to elect the emperor to someone outside the ancient family?" A voice murmured: "Even the noble citizens of Nilfgaard, rather than the lowly commoners and slaves, are unacceptable. !"

"Don't worry, just need an exciting speech, buy some people to protest outside the Senate for support, and then announce tax cuts for one year and amnesty for the world, people will immediately forget the simple candidates we selected before. Long live the new emperor Shanhu." Prince Furis sighed softly. Five years ago, Joachim and Arda, the two princes who controlled the two armies, thought they were enough to overthrow Enshir. As a result, Joachim was executed because of his defeat. Arda died on the battlefield. No one knew him. Why did Queen Mavey’s army launch an offensive and suddenly fell ill. People say that he died of food poisoning, but because of the defeat of the Legion, the De Witte family simply couldn’t cope with Enhill’s punishment.

The result of the second Nilfgard-Northern Battle was that the Empire lost, but Enhill won.

The two of them cooperated with a warlock named Wigwarts, and believed that the power of the warlock could overthrow Enhill.

They have always believed that Prince Furis was strong, proud, and stubborn, and it was very difficult to influence.

Their failure was not because they were conspiring to rebel, but because they were too impatient.

"If we can't do this, why should we waste money to publish newspapers." Fries put his hand on the crystal ball. He liked the light without any temperature: "The Senate has only a piece of paper in his hand. That's it. I propose to tell Emperor Enhill that the Merchants Association will provide a new loan to meet the war brought by the spring. Similarly, before the gold is transferred to his accounting officer, we have to know, Who is his daughter."

"My daughter, she's back again."

Enhill sat in the study with a goblet. This room once belonged to Foltest, one of the most difficult kings of the North. The last enemy that was so difficult to deal with was Vizmir II, the father of Ladovide, king of Rydania. Vezmir died in the hands of an assassin. It was a perfect plan-Vezmir, who was most respected by the kings of the North, died before the war. The Order of Warlocks fell apart during the Coup in Sinide, and all could resist. The characters of the Imperial Ironshoe fell on the eve of the outbreak of the war.

But who would have thought that the best cavalry regiment in the empire could not break through the mud infantry regiment composed of a group of militiamen.

"Well, Your Majesty."

A woman with blonde hair and an imperial queen dress refilled Enhill with a cup of Tossant's dry red.

"Tomorrow morning, you will leave here and go to the Hinterlands."

"Are you going to abdicate, Your Majesty?"

"Abdicate? Maybe." Enhill said nonchalantly, the light of candlelight reflected in the crystal cup. "You go to the Hinterland, and the Hinterland's subjects will protect their queen and queen."

"Leaving you, Your Majesty, I am no longer Xili." The blonde woman raised her head sadly: "But I must also be Xili until I die."

"You are my queen." Enhill emphasized his pronunciation. He pursed his mouth, his face like a stone covered with frost: "You are not Patavi, not Xili, you are the queen. This will become a battlefield, invisible. His dagger and poison will take anyone’s life. It’s not your war. Go back to the Hinterlands and live as Silia."

"But your daughter..."

"She will get another name." Enhill breathed heavily. "The name is not important."

Standing at the top will become the target of all enemies. Strong pressure will force opponents to abandon their previous suspicions. But once they lose their common goal, these ghostly enemies will begin to consider whether the allies around them will seize the benefits of their victory. It's better to take a step back instead of constantly attacking. When the fruits of victory are divided, the people behind the scenes will come to the front desk, take away their share, and expose more flaws in the joy of victory.

Everyone wants to overthrow the emperor. But when the emperor announces that he is ready to abdicate, who will become the new emperor? After the defeat of the De Witt family, many people gathered around the Fries family. It is by no means that these people want to see the Fulis family become the new emperor, but because other than that, they can't find anyone who can resist the pressure of the emperor. Not to mention, the only heir of the Fulis family is a member of the Merchants Association.

"You are in danger, Your Majesty."

"Danger won't break me." Enhill put down his cup and stared at the flame in the brazier in the middle of the study. The cold north must rely on this kind of thing to keep warm: "Let the hyenas fight for the flesh and blood, and then they will realize who is the hunter. Leave here, the loyal guards will **** me. You go to the Hinterlands."

"When will this war end, Your Majesty?"

"The dice has been dropped. Only the last victor can stand on the enemy's corpse to rest." Enhill's voice was cold and merciless: "When my Patavi died, the sky cried for it, and I would never let it The sky cries for me."

The emperor waved his hand, and the queen opened her mouth and closed it again. She slowly withdrew from the room, and soon there was only the crackling sound of flames burning wood.

Chapter 254 Escape the Golden Cicada

"This has something to do with Xili's whereabouts?"

George looked up from the letter brought by Gnaiya: "I've heard of this name, don't you know? This is the adopted daughter of Geralt of the wolf school, the princess of the Hinterland, and the only one on the throne of the Hinterland today. Legal heir. Haven't you read Dandrien's poem? That story about the daughter of destiny has always been popular. In the past, I thought she was missing. Is this letter highly credible?"

"I don't know, Zelin's friend brought it here." Gnaiya sat on the bench, raised her head and drank the water in the wooden cup, breathing heavily, "Is this letter important?" Damn it, Tarros is here. He actually left a few days ago? He got here in just one day?"

"He arrived through the portal." George carefully checked the contents of the envelope before returning the letter to Gnaiya: "Then after a long time, he left on a griffin."

Gnaiya frowned, she sighed, and the horses beside her, sweating, bowed their heads and ate fodder in the stables.

"Should I also get a flying mount? Damn it, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with him in the future. Did he say where he went?"

"He went to Sinide Island because of a letter from the Warlock Order. The warlocks are in trouble and I hope he can help." George clapped his hands. Two workers were pushing in the clearing in the distance. Wooden cart, transporting a polished square rock: "Here is the letter for help."

"I didn't watch it." Gnaiya waved her hand: "Help me prepare some food and water. I will rest for a long time and set off tonight."

"I don't suggest you go straight, Gnaiya, Zelin, riding a griffon, set off during the day, and can feel Sunid Island before the sun rises the next day. Before you arrive, he may already Working on the problem over there." George shook his head: "Actually, when you set out now, he may be leaving Sinide Island and going to other places."

Gnaiya scratched her blond hair wet with sweat irritably.

"I have a suggestion. You can go to Baihua Valley first and see Francesca."

"I just left Hundred Flowers Valley." Gnaiya laughed blankly: "Do I want to go back again? Please, I don't want to go back. It is better to go back to Mahakam Castle to sleep for a few days and rest in Hundred Flowers Valley."

"You left Hundred Flowers Valley because you didn't know that Zelin would encounter other things. If I remember correctly, Zelin has a telescope on his body. Only Francesca can get in touch with him directly." George was patient. Explained: "Why don't you contact him directly through Telescope, and then tell him the matter in the letter? This is no different from sending a letter."

Gnaiya rolled her eyes and thought about it.

"Yes, you are right." She made a fist with her right hand and smashed her open left hand: "I understand, what I need is not a flying mount, but a telescope like Francesca. So no matter what. I can talk to him anywhere! George, I need a little food and water. The villages on the road have been burned down and I can’t buy anything. When I’m done, I should set off.”

"Don't you rest here for a day? In two hours, the sun will disappear behind the mountain. You won't feel tired, but your horse will fall halfway." George pointed to Ganya's mount: "It needs Rest."

"Um... well, I'll rest here for five hours before leaving."

In Sinide Island, Zelin is standing behind the stone sculpture by the long bridge and observing the Nilfgaards on the opposite shore. The horses, cattle, and mules in the camp were driven to the open space. Later soldiers hung trailers behind them, and then put boxes of packed military supplies on the trailer. The convoys and soldiers who had left lined up and disappeared into the forest trail in the distance, raising a dust of dust behind them.

"They are retreating." Ze Lin took a deep breath and looked back. "It seems that no new soldiers will enter here for the time being."

"I gave up only three times. It's boring." Little Yusevka stared at the Nilfgaard on the other side displeased: "I don't have any patience or tenacity."

"I'm looking for you to help, not that you are allowed to do this anytime in the future." Zelin looked at the little Youser and warned her. "If you let me know that you dare to do this privately in other places..."

"You just shut me up in the castle and don't allow me to go out." Little Uther rolled his eyes. "You said this more than once."

"No, I decided to change it." Zelin said calmly: "Joseph will know what you have done outside, good or bad."

"Do you dare--!" Little Youser dashed forward and grabbed Zelin by the collar: "If you dare to do this, I will...I will..."

She stared at Zelin fiercely with her eyes wide open, but she was discouraged within a few seconds. She really doesn't have anything to threaten Zelin: "You won't do this again, do you? She will definitely be sad when she hears this news, you don't want to make her sad...Yeah!"