Chapter 1327 All Right, but Not Correct
"Let's not waste time talking about the two options, Bretonnia and the Withered Swamp."
Draconil, who directly brought up the topic, surprised the councillors, but soon their reactions fully explained their positions.
Grelier, the son of Randy, a prominent nobleman who has been named the speaker of the council, should have been the first to express his position at the meeting, but the meeting fell silent as the dragon prince frowned and thought.
Aggsel was obviously a war advocate. He looked at several of his companions with a firm gaze, as if considering choosing a suitable target from the two.
Edgar, who was originally a staunch hawk, may have become more hesitant as he got older. He may be thinking about how to make Draconil give up this idea for the time being.
Seeing that no one spoke, Agathor was too lazy to worry. He hammered the table and gritted his teeth in anger: "Ratmen, how many of our brothers died at the hands of ratmen? From the beginning of the Lustria Crusade to the Battle of Karak Eight Peaks, and the most recent one was the turmoil on the Island of the Dead, these rodents always cause countless troubles for Caledor! Kill into the Withered Swamp, destroy the symbol of their evil gods, hang the bastards of the Demon Rat Council, and bury all the elves who died in grief!"
Draknir looked around and found that some people were obviously moved by the words of the Lord of Wind Howling City, and they hesitated to raise their hands to express their opinions.
The only one who stood firmly beside the Lord of Wind Howling City was his blood brother Edteris. The relationship between the two can only be said to be wearing a pair of pants.
As time passed, only the head of the Kelly family from the Anvil of Val, representing the relationship with Harandur who had been married, raised his palm to express his support for Agathor's decision.
Time passed gradually. As Agathel looked at Grellil beside him with resentment, the Speaker of the Council was still hesitant. He obviously did not have the decisive judgment of his father, so that the Lord of Windwhistle City, who was originally in the second place, had become the spokesperson of the Caledorian Noble Council in Ulthuan.
Draconir nodded lightly and put his right hand on the table, indicating that he had something to say.
"Nine to three... Then what about Bretonnia?"
The final result was that even Agathel chose to treat these colleagues who looked down on him coldly.
The lord of Wind Howl City said sarcastically: "It is hard for me to imagine that many years ago, no matter when, as long as there was a spear and a sampan, the Council of Nobles dared to plan a plan to invade Naggaroth.
But look at me now, sitting next to a group of cowards, they enjoy a luxurious life that even the inner-ring nobles can hardly imagine, intoxicated with poetry, dance and flattery, and boasting about the honors they won a hundred years ago as the pinnacle of their lives."
"Watch your words, Agathel, this is the Council of Nobles, not your personal wartime command post!" Greyriel reminded and warned that he was the chairman of the council.
"Then I will make this my wartime command post, Prince Draknir, I request to exercise the noble ranking regulations in the second item of the ancient law of Caledor, and the Adonis family will serve as the chairman of the Council of Nobles!"
Winning by force, this is the most direct and most appropriate way for Caledor.
Agathel's madness was beyond everyone's expectations. He threw his sword on the conference table and aimed at Grellier. No one expected what kind of explosion the Lord of Wind Howl City would be in exchange for a hundred years of silence.
Grellier was also a hot-tempered person. Seeing Agathel's provocation, he also threw his sword on the table and exercised the law full of honor and blood in front of the emperor.
"Okay... I'm just more patient, but don't challenge my bottom line."
The prince's frowning action was undoubtedly demonstrated when the oxygen in the conference room became extremely thin and gradually turned into a force pressing on his shoulders.
Draknir took the initiative to let the two people who wanted to fight show their integrity, and his sword turned into a phantom and disappeared.
The two gradually calmed down, but their displeased eyes fully demonstrated that this matter would never end. It is very likely that a verbal battle above the sky will soon be staged in the Dragon Ridge Mountains.
The prince didn't want to interfere in these personal grudges. Anyway, if something went wrong, their daughters would come to apologize in the end. If they really thought they were going to fight to the death, they would underestimate these hot-tempered but extremely shrewd dragon princes.
"This is not a proposal, but a resolution. I am not asking the noble council for their opinions. I just want to listen to your opinions and decide who to take action first."
This... How is it the same as his father? The biggest role of the noble council is to call on the people to respond to policies. As for what the policies are, it is entirely up to Caledor to decide.
"You have 30 seconds to decide. I don't like centrists, or abstain... The noble council represents the people's ideas. A person without ideas sits in an important position. I will consider reappointing a suitable candidate."
You can't do this?
If it were in other kingdoms, the parliament would indeed be qualified to say this to the prince. After all, they all have an electoral system, and most senators have ancestors who have served as princes.
But this is Caledor, an ancient kingdom ruled by the dragon tamer family for at least 7,000 years. It is the first vassal of the Eternal Queen. It is a complete dictatorship and feudalism, not some shitty democracy.
"President, your thoughts."
The person who was least willing to answer, under the order of the prince, said in a low voice: "Bretonnia, from a strategic point of view, Bretonnia is far more valuable than the withered swamp. Human knights are too weak to pose a real threat to Caledor... The population of the New World has also become very dense. After conquering Bretonnia, we can transfer some of the population to the Old World, where the environment is far more suitable for growing food and raising horses than the Southern Kingdom."
"Isn't what you got enough?" Agsel kept mocking, pointing at the nose of the speaker of the parliament and cursing: "You always say it's not suitable to start a war, because There are still too many resources that need to be digested for Caledor, and we don't have enough people to fill the gaps. Naggaroth, the Southern Kingdoms, and Lustria, each hole needs at least a million people to fill.
But even with so many resources waiting to be developed, you are still thinking about filling the family warehouse that will never be hidden, instead of considering the grief of our dead compatriots. How much does Bretonnia have to do with Caledor? Maybe they became a stepping stone for Caledor to establish hegemony, but they are definitely not as hateful as the ratmen! "
Grelier couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up angrily, pounded the star wood table with both hands, and stared at Agathor.
"Then why the hell did you fight? To satisfy your damn vanity and guilt?! Yes, you don't need to say more about the hatred with the ratmen. I saw Curtis die in the Eight Peaks Mountain with my own eyes. He was just a young man who had just got the dragon armor, but he would sleep forever in the land that did not belong to him.
It was his honor to die for the purpose of taking back the dragon horn, but the risk of the withered swamp is countless times greater than that of Bretonnia. So far, the prophet of the serpent god has not even found the right way to the Skaven Magic City.
Are you going to pave a road of revenge with the lives, flesh and souls of the children of Caledor?! At least the war with Bretonnia can compensate the families of those who died in the war with real resources, instead of using the illusory will of revenge, so that they can only live a hard life with labor!" (End of this chapter)