Chapter 1323 Conflict Between the Emperor and His Ministers

"You are questioning His Majesty's decision."

“I am only fulfilling my duties as a minister... This will lead to suspicion, so be it.

If you cannot convey it to His Majesty, I will contact people who have the same idea and jointly send a proposal of the Noble Council to His Highness Drachnir. The Caledor Noble Council requires the Phoenix Court to renegotiate the elf leadership of the expedition to the Norsca Wasteland! "

North was silent for a long time. It seemed that Oliveira was well prepared. In the hearts of Caledo's grandpas, it would be better to find a dog in the Dragon's Back Mountains, at least with some Caledo, to give the commander-in-chief position to Drucci. With many bloodlines, it looks more pleasing to the eye.

It seems that this is not only a request of the Northern Army... Without the approval of the overwhelming majority of members of the Noble Council, Oliveira would not be able to exercise his never-used honorary senatorial status.

"I will tell you the truth, but the outcome...cannot be decided by me."

Oliveira nodded heavily. The slogan of the Northern Army was to kill all the Druchi. The unforgettable hatred was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every soldier. The Dragon Prince headed by Masnot was completely different from the coldness of the Druchi. Inferior to Shadow King.

But one day, the three spirits suddenly unified, and those hatreds had nowhere to vent. What should we do?

Most Caledor Assur, who had a deep hatred against Druchi, chose to join the Northern Army. As soon as they returned to Ulthuan, they thought of their blood enemies sharing the same island...

Most elves are extremely paranoid. For the sake of His Majesty's great cause, Masnuo cannot openly express his opposition and can only continue to move towards the north with the Northern Army.

"We will agree with any Assur, even Aralos...but not Druzi."

After nodding to each other to express understanding, the two left with heavy steps. North thought about it for a while on the road, and finally chose to tell Adira the truth.

After all, this is not something that cannot be disclosed, and the female prince naturally has the right to inject chips into the expedition.

Adila, who was flipping through the summit files, had a very subtle look on her face after listening to North's report.

"Agathel and the others still can't help it? It seems that Drachnir has a hard time suppressing the war-seeking mood of the grandfathers of the noble council..."

The female prince sighed, stretched out her body and leaned on the chair, looking a little helpless: "I finally have a hundred years of cultivation time, but these war lunatics are ready to cause trouble again. It's really troublesome."

"His Royal Highness Drachnir's ruling ideas are slightly different from His Majesty's. The expedition plans to the Dark Land proposed by the Noble Council many times have been firmly rejected by him... He believes that the Chaos Dwarves cannot threaten the Dragon Wasteland."

"The Qajar dwarves definitely don't dare to risk being surrounded and suppressed by their cousins ​​and elves, emerging from the smoke-filled wilderness... The expedition to the dark land will bring almost no benefits to us. These long-horned dwarfs The threat level is even far less than that of the Shadow Tribe wandering around Naggaroth."

"But the annihilation of the Shadow Tribe cannot satisfy the war needs of the Noble Council..."

"It's a headache. Neither father nor son really holds all the power in their hands. They let the nobles control a lot of resources and were eventually coerced into launching a war."

Adila rubbed her eyebrows, she would definitely not take the initiative to intervene. The joint parliament was discussing a common project between the two countries, unless Tyron Locke also responded to the call for war.

But the Tyranlock nobles are really not as warlike as their neighbors next door. They are busy enough studying the technology of chariots every day... It may also be that there are too many dragons in Caledor, which led to the issuance of the flight restriction order and a large number of dragon princes were lost. A chance to show off, I want to vent somewhere else.

If this point is not resolved, it is very likely that this group of nobles will stage a siege on Lothern after Imric returns to Ulthuan.

Knowing that North would not respond to such words, Adila waved her hands and said to herself: "Forget it, they all deserve it. So many people have died, we can't not give anything..."

"How should I respond to Oliveira? Or should I wait until His Majesty comes back before making a decision."

Adila picked up a delicate silver knife on the desk and swung it around at her fingertips: "Since you want to fight, let's have a warm-up battle first... How far is Assanil's flagship from Altdorf? ?”

"The Ark is located near the Sea of ​​Claws, clearing out the fleeing Norscan dragon boats."

"It doesn't seem right to ask Karl Franz to sign a landing permission. It seems that I don't have the power to mobilize the Royal Navy. Let's go to Draknir. He will definitely be able to solve this small problem."

The female prince, who rolled her eyes, naturally received a slightly helpless look from the herald, and had no choice but to contact the magic station of the royal court on the spot.

"What's the matter, North? I hope you won't send out any urgent news that would require me to be crowned Phoenix King immediately."

The strange tone of the Dragon Prince fully explained what filial piety is, but he only received a lot of curses from Adira.

"You kid, what did you say about your father? Even if something happens to him... you have to make me cry for a while first, and then you can crown the Phoenix King."

The teasing tone fully demonstrated that the mother and son were not worried about the safety of the family leader at all. If anything could happen with Minas Nir around, whatever mess the Phoenix King made, the old guy would eventually clean up.

North pondered for a while, relayed Oliveira's request in a tactful tone, and reminded His Royal Highness the Dragon Prince that during the time you were sitting in the royal court, there may have been an undercurrent in Caledo.

On the other side of the image, Dracnir nodded thoughtfully. He had not launched a large-scale war for a hundred years, which was obviously not in line with Caledor's situation.

The hawks headed by Agthel believe that it is time to expand the control of the Dragon Kingdom...

"North, father went to Bretonnia once before, right?"

"Yes, His Majesty urgently supported Bretonnia. I don't know the specific details... But His Majesty brought a mercenary who was awarded the title of pioneer here, maybe he knows something."

"Well... You go and have a good chat with this mercenary, I hope he can say something flattering."

The word flattering emphasizes the tone, and the look between Draknir and Etila has fully explained how the Dragon Prince is going to divert the domestic conflicts.

North left consciously, and after a while, he returned to the tent and relayed the mercenary's statement in a somewhat vague tone.

"His Majesty said that the next time the elves come to Bretonnia, they will not have good intentions, and the Knight Kingdom will face the worst disaster in history... Grom only heard this."

"Enough."

Draknir nodded with satisfaction. What he wanted was just the tacit approval of the royal court. At least the Phoenix King could not say clearly that he would violate the promise made at the summit.

But the summit has not ended, the treaty has not been formally implemented, and what has the promise made by you, the Phoenix King, to do with my Dragon Prince? Don't think that just because father and son are close, I have to fulfill my filial duty.

"Caldor's army will gather towards Sartosa... Tell Oliveira that according to the agreement between the Phoenix Court and Caldor, when an emergency occurs in the kingdom, the legion commander has the right to receive orders from the Dragon Court first, and he will know what to do."

"Will you lead the army yourself?" North couldn't help but be curious. He would not question the decision of this family. Even if His Highness Draknir's war order was not approved by the Phoenix King, it would be the father who would be responsible for cleaning up the mess in the end.

Or, the Phoenix King would even be very happy and choose to go into battle himself.

"It depends on the situation... If my father is willing to honestly return to the royal court to handle government affairs and take care of the always noisy Menil for me, I don't mind putting my name on it." (End of this chapter)