Chapter 1100 Today's Palace

The Imperial Council is also known as the group of wise men that His Majesty the Phoenix King relies on to govern Ulthuan.

War is the eternal melody of the world, but how to prepare for war and what to do after the war is over requires professionals to handle it.

Although he is unwilling to attend the War Council, Imric is still willing to intervene in important institutions such as the Council of Ulthuan that deal with major and minor matters in Ulthuan...

Or listen to some jokes.

The Sea Secretary took out an extremely long list, his old face was extremely bitter, "My lord, the war lord requires that the navy must send a large number of fleets to assist Iris and Cosqui in their actions to annihilate the ratmen, and requires that the ship levels range from dragon ship to eagle ship. wait……"

Imric, who was playing with the Phoenix golden flag, nodded and asked, "Is there anything wrong with this? War lords naturally have the power to mobilize the navy, and the Phoenix Court has the obligation to support the reasonable actions of the courts of various countries... Otherwise, they will be buckled to the ground. Why is the prince who is looking for gold willing to pay such a high tax to the Phoenix Royal Court every year?”

No one understands His Majesty the Phoenix King's humor. The Admiral of the Navy squeezes the list in his hand. He is an old seniority left over from Fenubar's era and actively devoted himself to the new Phoenix King's Court after Imrik's coronation.

But there is a small problem. During the Elven Civil War, after losing the command of Tyrion, Etain was somewhat dissatisfied with the orders from the Dragon Palace. The Sea Lord, who held a large fleet, did not actively support things. Cross-Strait Maritime War.

In name, the Navy of the Phoenix Court will cooperate with the operation, but in reality, the military power in the hands of the Sea Minister is gradually divided into the War Council.

"This takes a long time to prepare..."

"Listen, old man, I don't care how much you cherish the fleet in your hand, but as long as they belong to the Phoenix Court, are built with taxes, and eat food provided by various countries, they are not something you can use to compete for influence. Tools." Imrik stopped playing with the Phoenix chess pieces. Although his expression remained calm, the Sea Lord was already feeling uneasy.

This Phoenix King was a warrior who actually came to kill him, and he was definitely not a nobleman like Finuba who was accustomed to using politics and interests to win over people.

No one wants to stand up for the Sea Lord, and even hopes that His Majesty will directly remove him from office so as to take over the influence brought by the position.

"The fleet under the jurisdiction of the Sea Lord will be transferred to the management of the War Council, and Aislin will obtain the position of Sea Lord of the Phoenix Court, commanding the naval power of the entire Elf Empire."

The Lord Steward, or Prime Minister Alagir said, "Including the Royal Navy of Caledor?"

"Including the Caledorian Royal Navy."

After the nature is determined, the list in the hands of the Sea Lord becomes useless paper. Now, it has become a completely useless mascot.

He looked mildly angry, but he didn't dare to explode. After hesitating a few times, he chose to fight back in a reasonable way.

"Your Majesty, I have served the Phoenix King for more than four hundred years..."

"If you want to resign, take off the Seagull Medal on your chest instead of using some ineffective hidden threats. I know very well what the forces behind you are. It only takes a few words to make the port of Etain Into chaos.

But I can also tell you that you should know what the forces behind me are. If you still want to continue to win over, intimidate, and deceive as political bargaining chips in Fenuba's court in the past, you may not know much about the style of the Dragon Palace. .

I am the monarch of the Elf Empire, and your duty is to implement every law, order, and policy issued from the royal court, rather than nagging worthless proposals in the Imperial Council. "

Imric looked at the Sea Lord, and Alakir stared with the monarch expressionlessly, as did the Lord Justice who was born in Caledor.

Until Dika, the finance minister of the Etain elf, the brother of the mayor of Lothern Municipal Council and the great-uncle of the Tai brothers, tried to smooth things over.

"Ketama misunderstood His Majesty's order. He did not question the War Lord's decision. However, as the Sea Minister, it is necessary to consider the resources and time required for fleet mobilization in order to coordinate with the actions of the War Council."

"I hope so, otherwise I wouldn't mind looking for a young and energetic Cosqui Sea Lord again. Adventurous sailors always amuse me." Imrik's metaphor is obvious. If the fleet is attributed to Aislin If he stays under his command for too long, the Etain element in the Royal Council will be weakened again.

"Next item."

Without thinking, the Prime Minister said immediately, "Regarding the development bill proposed by Tyron Locke, Prince Adira hopes that the newly established territory will be governed by various countries... But there is an obvious problem. If Tyron Locke who poured in early will be included Is it unfair to other kingdoms to occupy most of Garos?”

"Power, land and resources are for those who are capable."

His Majesty's decision made the Prime Minister nod, an unsurprising choice.

The Phoenix Court's current policy is that regardless of one's origin, as long as one has the ability to obtain resources and expand the Elf Empire, then one is a qualified Elf.

"Understood."

"Next item..."

The issues will last for a long time. It is not easy to rule an empire. Even if Imrik has obtained multiple legal principles, there are still a lot of things piled on the desk waiting to be dealt with.

And Draconir, who came to the old world in the name of honeymoon, was very lucky. At least before entering the land of Bretonnia, Prince Caledor still maintained this idea...

Because of the suspected slave trade, the old captain was detained in Sartosa awaiting trial as a witness in the trial of the Merchants' Union. This trial will last for quite some time, so Prince Draknir has the leisure to take his wife and maid to the north to the Knight Kingdom for a stroll.

This also happened to encounter a group of unfriendly elves...

When the shadow of the Black Ark came with the waves, the sailors who were singing the ballad praising Mannaen loudly fell into a state of fear.

The canvas was raised high, and the helmsman tried his best to get the ship to the shore as soon as possible. As long as he entered the castle, Druzie would not be able to threaten the people of the Lady of the Lake.

The precious and heavy cargo was thrown from the cabin into the ocean, intending to reduce the weight and speed up.

But when the Black Ark emerged from the storm and the flag hanging above the sky appeared in front of humans, the captain who had sailed on the ocean for decades finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and knelt on the ground and murmured.

"The tower of the blessed evil party..."

Draconir saw that the Black Ark had been discovered long ago. He looked at the scarlet Siren flag in the distance in disbelief. This flag had brought endless disasters to Ulthuan.

But why did it appear in the waters of Bretonnia?

Did Loccia escape from Nagarys?

Countless possibilities emerged in Prince Caledor's mind, but as he asked the Phoenix King's Court, his expression became more and more embarrassed.

The only purpose of this fleet is to declare fear to the world. (End of this chapter)