I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 523

I will surely be crowned king Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three Pheleus fully understands

In the dilapidated hall, the disgraced novelist was pinned to the ground by the two judgment knights, and the corners of his mouth were raised as he looked at the stunned or indifferent crowd.

Dead silence, suppressed to the extreme dead silence, no one tried, or had the courage to speak.

Fernando, who was sitting in the corner, raised his head, looked at Phileas and Grad Manfred with a solemn expression, and looked at Draco, who was kneeling there motionless, not knowing what happened. .

Court Marquis Pavel Dukaski narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth with meaningful eyes.

The rest of the people also had expressions that were almost the same as Fernando's, with question marks in their heads, looking at the novelist as if they were looking at a lunatic - to end this war, it's up to you?

"Still so arrogant and reckless, Your Excellency Draco Cortez."

After being silent for half a minute, Phyllis finally spoke first: "You ran in front of us so carelessly, are you planning to live in the cell of the Holy See headquarters?"

"Don't worry, we have reserved a first-class private room for you, you can check in at any time, and there are no less than three-digit human trials waiting for you, a glorious and great volunteer, to participate in the monastery colleagues. I'm looking forward to seeing you."

While speaking, Phyllis and Glad looked at each other quickly, the latter nodded slightly, looking at the novelist's expression like a carnivore waiting for its prey to take the initiative to enter the trap.

"It's not that... exaggerated, isn't it? Ha...haha." Draco, who was pinned to the ground, laughed dryly, his happy expression suddenly panicked: "A not-so-famous newspaper writer, he should be It's not worth such a big fight by the Holy See."

"Not very famous... Tsk tsk tsk, Your Excellency is so humble."

Philespi shook his head without smiling, took a deep breath and stood up to face the crowd: "Everyone, please see, this one standing in front of you is the real murderer behind the riots of the Old God School of Clovis in the 100th year of the saint's calendar. , the planner and leader of the mutiny incident of the Thirteenth Council of Yinsel."

"Not only that, but even the collective rebellion of the Nakhir nobles in the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, it seems that he was involved in it; the Clovis North Harbor Rebellion in the ninety-fifth year of the Saint Calendar, there is also our... um, not a famous newspaper The figure of the writer!"

"He, is that the church has never been able to find any real clues, one of the core members of an inexplicable replacement for the underground Old God sect, whose name is... Draco Cortez!"

The words full of power and passion echoed in the ears of every pair of shocked eyes, looking at the figure kneeling on the ground, with a gray head and a face tied with five flowers in disbelief.

So Draco's expression became even more embarrassing, and his heart skipped a beat.

"So, our approach is not an exaggeration at all." Pheleus, who walked in slowly, still sneered, with eyes full of distrust, and half-squatted in front of the novelist: "But as the guardian of the Ring of Order My personal morals dictate that I have to treat everyone with the least respect...even someone like you."

"So tell me, what you call the method of 'stop this war'."

Under the continuous sound of guns and shouts of killing, the expressions of everyone present became serious.

"To be honest, I don't know what your definition of this war is, but in the eyes of an ordinary novelist like me, the core of all disputes is contradiction, and in addition to resorting to force, there are often more contradictions. solution."

Draco looked at Phileas, who was looking at him coldly, and the countless pairs of eyes that were projected around him with an apologetic smile: "In summary, it's probably to seek common ground while reserving differences."

"As long as we can calmly set out reasonable and reasonable conditions for each other and satisfy them on the basis of the existing ones, no amount of conflicts can be solved."

"Solved?"

Grad sneered: "Well, please go and tell the colonial rebels outside now that the only condition for the Mujahideen is for them to commit suicide collectively, dissolve the so-called 'Free Confederation' illegal organization, swear allegiance to the Empire again, and abandon the old The heretical beliefs of the gods and ecumenicals, returning to the embrace of the church... can it be done?"

"Of course!" Draco said without hesitation:

"As long as the Mujahideen Army can equally meet the conditions set by the rebels, such a price... I can assure you that they will definitely accept it with satisfaction."

"Humph!"

Grad looked away disdainfully, and the people around who were originally aroused by curiosity also all looked disappointed.

"Everyone, this is where the conflict and the problem lie." Draco was still in high spirits: "We all want to get the result we are most looking forward to, and we all know that expectation is absolutely unrealistic."

"The Mujahideen hopes to pacify the New World, the colonial rebels long for independence; the Mujahideen hopes to exterminate the old gods and infidels, and the colonial rebels long for independence; the Mujahideen hopes to plant the banner of the Ring of Order in every part of the New World. The land, the colony longs for…”

"Lord Draco, are you finished?"

Pheleus, who was not smiling, interrupted, and looked at Draco: "I suggest you stop here for the time-wasting small talk, or why don't you talk about the really useful ones?"

"As you wish." Draco, who was still kneeling on the ground, tried to raise his head, and sweat poured directly into the corner of his raised mouth:

"Judging from the current situation, the colonial rebels outside the city may break through the city gate at any time, and it is only a matter of time before the rebel fleet at the port fully landed - as long as the two sides converge successfully, the jihadist army will definitely not be able to defend the town."

"Of course, on the surface, this is just the temporary withdrawal of the jihadist army from the Ice Dragon Fjord, and the Black Reef Harbor, Red Hand Bay, Grey Pigeon Castle and Sail City are still in their hands, which is almost half of the entire New World. The territory, three-fifths of the population and two-thirds of the wealth are all advantages, but…”

"The control of ports and land is in the hands of the rebels."

"The direct consequence of this is that unless the jihadist army can defeat the rebels head-on, there is no chance even if they want to break out of the encirclement... You are welcome to say that at least 70% of all of you here will have no chance of being spared. ."

"But the Hantu Legion outside the city is already besieging the rebel stronghold, and they will soon be able to cut off their retreat."

Fernando, who had never spoken, suddenly said, "One hour... at most three hours, and the rebels who are attacking the city will have nowhere to escape."

"And I don't think they'll be able to kill everyone here in just three hours... You shouldn't be fooling the crowd here!"

When the words fell, the expressions of the others at the scene had obviously recovered a lot, and the expressions they looked at the novelist also changed from shock to contempt.

"That's right, they really can't do it, so the colonial rebels are also not qualified to place conditions on the Mujahideen."

Draco wanted to shrug, but the rope on his body and the two knights of judgment who were pressing him firmly made this small gesture into a kind of extravagant hope: "The Crusaders and the rebels... each holds the other's lifeline. , and at the same time neither can do anything to the other...that's an excellent basis for negotiation."

"On the premise of strength, we all hope that we will kill the enemy and take away everything that we can think of; but under the premise of insufficient strength or special circumstances, we should use more smooth and non-violent means. To achieve our purpose... do you say so, Ser Phyllis?"

Facing that disgusting gaze, Phyllis's mood sank to a low point.

He has to admit that what this guy said is correct, and he actually thinks so; compared with military, negotiation is the field he is really good at, and he knows how to take the initiative to avoid the current situation of being attacked by the army commander. In a situation where they are completely empty, if you are lucky, you may get more benefits than conquest by force.

But doing so comes at a price.

First of all, it is absolutely incorrect to negotiate with the enemy. Even if all the problems are solved smoothly, don't expect any praise from within the Holy See. After all, the most important thing for the Holy See right now is to get the opportunity to interfere in the world as soon as possible. After the matter is settled, how can we intervene in various countries?

Uh, wait...why not?

The ultimate goal of the Holy See is to interfere with secular opportunities. The key to achieving the goal is to create a "jihadist army" that can stay in the new world and continue to launch jihadist wars - as long as the jihadist army can remain in existence, then whether to rely on force is very important... ?

The answer is clear at a glance: it doesn't matter.

The failure of the Battle of Red Hand Bay has already doomed that this jihad cannot truly succeed. The Rune family has settled in the New World, and the "main war faction" represented by the Grand Commander Glad Manfred must also be because of this. The defeat of the holy war led to a temporary loss of power, and the next members of the "Master Peace faction" headed by the monastery must be in the ascendant.

Therefore, as the commander-in-chief of the Mujahideen Army—temporarily—you must build a good relationship with all forces, especially the forces that will inevitably become the Holy See's spokesperson in the new world, and actively suppress certain camps that are already destined to be enemies—that's right , the Franz family.

From this point of view, negotiation is actually more in line with one's own interests than force means; the jihad led by the Grand Commander has failed, and no matter what he does as the person who cleans up the mess, as long as he can keep the minimum bottom line, then the responsibility should not be Count on yourself.

So...what's the hesitation?

Yes, that is, the idea was proposed by a famous truth liar.

It's not hard to guess if you think about it with your toes, they definitely didn't do this because they love world peace; if there is an organization that hates the Holy See the most, there are probably only a handful of organizations that can compete with the truth.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

So the answer is obvious: doing so will inevitably weaken the influence and prestige of the Holy See, and will directly lead to a series of chain reactions in the entire ordered world, and the balance that is difficult to maintain will be completely broken.

But what does that matter? Even if the problem is really that serious, it will be solved by the entire church. As the person in charge who was temporarily pulled out to take the blame and clean up the mess, why is there any need to consider such a long-term problem?

So having figured it out completely—or was about to put it down—Phillus no longer hesitated, leaving only one last question: "What evidence do you have to guarantee that the rebels will accept the negotiation instead of beheading us, Stick to Beluga Harbor?"

"Because they can't hold it, because their back road has been cut off, because they don't plan to die with the jihadist army... I have 10,000 pieces of evidence to prove my point, but these are not what you want to hear."

Draco, whose mouth was slightly raised, lowered his voice and deliberately whispered: "The real answer is simple: I am one of the negotiators they sent."

"You, you mean..." Phileas Tong Kong shrank suddenly.

"They didn't plan to fight the Mujahideen from the very beginning. It's not in their interests, isn't it?" Draco continued to persuade him: "Beluga Harbor is their bottom line, and they can't give up easily, but if the Holy See insists, The Mujahideen... is not completely irresistible."

"The most important thing is that everyone is very clear that the real word of the world of order has never been the empire on the surface, but the church of the ring of order; the cake of the new world is so big, the church opens its mouth... Of course, everyone will not refuse, but it must be The bottom line for the struggle, no one will give in willingly, I wonder if you understand?"

Phyllis understood completely.

"Well, if it's really what you said, I can give you and them this chance-for those who are lost who yearn for redemption and return to their true self, the Ring of Order will never refuse."

Phyllis raised his voice and said solemnly to Draco or everyone present: "But whether or not the Ring of Order can truly forgive me depends on their performance."

"Tell them that forgiveness and kindness are not the same as weakness. If there is a land of stubborn stupidity, God's punishment will still fall on them mercilessly!"

Before he finished speaking, Glad opened his eyes wide.

Despite the anger on his face, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but the grand leader of the ruling knights did not do anything extra, but after the "petrification", he stared at Kang with a regretful application. The phallus of the statement.

Fernando on the side was even more shocked, watching in disbelief as the two ruling knights loosened the bindings of the novelist who was kneeling on the ground, letting the guy who was written "untrustworthy" from head to toe leave freely without any People try to block or refute.

"This…"

Before he could get up from the chair, Pavel, who was next to him, pressed his shoulders with swift eyes, "crack!", causing the burly figure to froze in a half-squatted state.

"With all due respect, Your Excellency Fernando, even if we have seen some things in this world, it is better to pretend not to have seen them." Pavel suddenly said a word without beginning or end, but Fernando didn't have the solemn expression on his face. Immediately retorted:

"If you still have your tens of thousands of imperial soldiers in your heart, please keep silent from now on. This is the best option for your interests."

"...Should I trust you, Lord Pavel Dukowski, who betrayed Ed Levent?"

"You should believe it, because now I am not saying this as the head of the Dukasky family." Pavel nodded sincerely:

"In the name of the court marquis, I really don't want the interests of the empire to suffer any more damage!"

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