Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Say."

A dead silence.

The hall was silent.

A moment ago, the indignant pillars of the country were heartbroken for Goethe's sake, or beating around the bush, or insinuating, or calling out loudly, scolding the conspirators of Aurora, the demons who should not be called by their names, the evils who use forbidden curses to blackmail and bully countries, and evil with other plans. The sins and attempts of the Orientals.

And now, they silently stared at the Sword of Deterrence, the Dragon of Aurora, the Guardian of Chang'an, the old friend of the Goethe people, the enemy of the dusk moon, and the great His Royal Highness Kant, without saying a word.

The good brothers who fought alongside Count Cassatt kept their mouths shut.

The opinion leaders who were suddenly sweating were left at the forefront of the charge.

"Fuck you." Kant said lightly, "I'll let you talk."

"I...you..."

With the promise of the empire, guided by the beacon of hope, fighting for the dignity and real prosperity of the common people, and receiving funding and rewards from international friendly forces, Count Cassatt once made a generous statement, but at this time, many The passionate words were all stuck in his throat.

There may be hard bones in the world, but hard bones will definitely not accept money.

The count's face changed rapidly, as if changing his face, from disbelief to panic, from panic to despair, he turned his head subconsciously, and looked at the ruler on the throne who had been fiercely rebuked by him.

"Grand... Grand Duke..." he begged, "You say something."

Archduke Reknos opened his eyes, his eyes as quiet as lake water suddenly revealed a murderous aura, and the sleeping lion woke up.

But he just said: "Count, please finish what you didn't say before."

Earl Cassatt looked around. The nobles who were supposed to be with his "comrades-in-arms" and the nobles who had common interests now looked away, and even took two steps back quietly to draw a clear line.

In an instant, the opinion leader became a single-handed rebel. In addition to fear, blood surged, hysterical, and people would lose their minds. He suddenly showed a look of anger and despair, suddenly looked at Kant fiercely, and roared: " Kant! Do you think you will win like this!"

Everyone was startled, and then they saw Count Cassatt open his hands and roared: "Everyone here is against you! The Grand Duke has put Princess Tina under house arrest! The generals are disturbed by your interference in Goethe's national strategy. The bureaucrats are outraged that you have brought Goethe back to the abyss of war!"

"You have insulted the envoy of the council, and the casters of Danfeng Lucerne are dissatisfied with this!"

"You show absolute hostility to the empire, but half of the nobles here are related to the huge noble group of the empire! This is not the point! The point is that you tied Goethe to your chariot! You help us temporarily repel The elves! But you have offended the dragons again! The empire! The council! The whole world!"

"We managed to keep our family and property, but you want to put us in danger again!"

"Even the commoners are against you! They just want peace and quiet! That's all!"

"So look! Kant! Everyone is against you, everyone is afraid of you! A man who can raze this city to the ground at any time! A man who can impose his will on us at any time!"

He pointed at the crowd like a madman, one after another: "Do you think you can win? Apart from using the forbidden spell to kill both parties, what else can you do? The messenger of the empire is here! The messenger of the council is there! The empire The representatives of the great nobles in the north are here! They have come up with a plan that will satisfy everyone! As long as the mysterious substance is shared with the world, there will be no war! No more danger!"

"And that's what we want! What everyone here wants! Even those untouchables outside the square want! No one stands with you except your equally brutal and bloodthirsty fiancée! You thought you came back After that, is it safe to win? No! You are only one person! Always!"

The count screamed frantically, his voice distorted and malicious.

He was bumpy at first, and the more he spoke, the more agile he became, and the more he went out of his way.

The people he pointed at and the people he involved all frowned and were extremely dissatisfied, but when they heard the roar of Count Cassatt and his words, no one came out to refute or argue.

Because...it does.

Everyone doesn't want to fight anymore.

The risks, cruelties and consequences of war have been experienced by everyone.

In the silent hall, only Count Cassatt was breathing heavily after venting.

Kant's expression remained the same, from left to right, from right to left.

After waiting for a few seconds, the Aurora people raised their hands.

There was a loud bang, and almost everyone took a few steps back in fright.

"Don't be afraid, scratch it." Kant scratched his head and nodded, "You really love peace."

He didn't wait for the Goethes to be embarrassed, and continued: "Then, if you have a different opinion on what this Count of Cassatt said, please come out and say a few words."

Everyone looked at each other.

Today's court meeting is intended to force the palace.

Most of the people present are compromisers. The real hawks and radicals have been stumbled by the means of the powerful Your Excellencies, or blocked news, or incited civilians to block doors and petitions, or created unexpected government affairs to prevent them from getting out. , there are very few **** supporters of Teddaril.

Furthermore, the so-called hard-core support has a deep interest relationship. Kant's behavior can be described as a standard perversion, which has touched everyone's cakes and peaceful days. Where can there be supporters.

Therefore, they have already reached a tacit strategic consensus. Today, they must succeed in the first battle and force the Grand Duke to sign an open treaty to achieve the established facts and not teach the evil Aurora people to coerce the peace-loving Goethe people. After all, Goethe is the Goethe of the Goethe people. Can't be from Aurora!

...and then it's awkward.

The fierce game here has come to the most critical time. Seeing that the Grand Duke's position has been shaken, Kant is like a magic weapon, and he immediately rides on everyone's faces.

And openly asked, who of the people present supported him and who opposed him.

This whole night of embroidering the red flag has to have a process of ideological construction. Everyone is a decent aristocrat. Under the watchful eyes of the public, how can they do the embarrassing thing of jumping back on the spot?

Everyone here didn't speak. After being silent for about thirty seconds, Kant said, "Silence is also a sin. If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence. It's fine."

Count Cassatt had already given his life. Under extreme fear and despair, some people were immediately scared and paralyzed like mud, while others jumped over the wall and ignored him, at least he couldn't be the only one killed.

He said sternly: "Why, will the honorable Aurora Dragon use the forbidden spell to kill all those who oppose you? There are representatives of the empire, representatives of the council, and countless Goethe people outside, do you think? To bring us to our knees by force, then try it! The elves can't do it, and you can't do it! We..."

Kant said lightly: "If you beep again, I will agree to your conditions, open up the mining rights of paradox elements, share with other countries, set quotas, and make a fortune together, the only condition is to give yours in front of you. Family members are cut into pieces, cut into minced meat, and then poured into your stomach to hold you to death—Aren’t you patriotic? Don’t you want a small and dignified country? I offer such conditions, do you agree?”

He leaned forward, showing a warm smile.

"Guess, do your comrades agree? Does your master agree?"

The count's face became as pale as death, he took a few steps back, and all the excitement and hysteria dissipated in an instant. Generally speaking, the public officials and opinion leaders are fighting and calling for various demands and struggles. The reason why they are high-spirited is because It was never them who fought and bleed.

Kant looked at him, smiling as softly as ever.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'll keep you alive."

The earthman straightened up and looked at the clay puppets present: "Since you have nothing to say, let me speak! This is Goethe's audience hall. I heard that foreign guests have come, okay? Great, come and entertain the foreign guests first, and then talk about your own family affairs!"

The foreign messengers in the crowd were already deeply remorseful.

Damn it, it should have been launched a day earlier, but these Goethes were all timid. After putting Princess Tina under house arrest, they waited for three full days and saw that Kant hadn't moved, and only then did they take courage again.

What about now? Silly, fuck.

Although it is more than enough to scold these Goethes in their hearts, but the matter has come to this point, they still have to stand up bravely. This is the self-cultivation of diplomats.

There was a thud in their hearts, and then they heard Kant call.

"empire!"

The crowd automatically turned to look and pointed out the target to Kant.

You **** gothic barbarian.

The imperial envoy squeezed out a smile and walked out.

He was not the imperial ambassador to Goethe. The buddy sent a few letters to the emperor according to Kant's request. Along with a forbidden curse from the Broken Islands, he slapped the emperor's old face. After a few days, news spread that Kant was trapped in the ground. Out, Goethe was under international pressure from all parties, and the messenger came from the imperial capital quickly, in addition to the emperor's secret order to make trouble, he also brought the order to dismiss the former ambassador to Goethe.

Did not expect ah did not expect.

He stroked his chest and bowed politely, ready to pay homage to the Aurora Dragon from the empire. Before he could deal with the skillful and delicate diplomatic rhetoric, Kant's voice sounded.

"I don't know how slow the news of your empire spreads, but you shouldn't have faxes, and important information should be illustrated and written, and now I'll help you fill it up."

-What's the meaning?

Before the bowed envoy could straighten his back, he heard the whistling of the wind.

He raised his head subconsciously and saw Hong San raised his hand beside Kant, and then a white piece of white fluttered in front of his eyes, hitting his face.

The next moment the messenger of the empire understood that he was hit in the face by a pile of white paper, and a large number of paper flew around and fell to the ground. This was downright contempt and humiliation.

Blood surged, anger rose, and before there was time to protest sharply, the messenger's face suddenly paled, because the white paper flipped over, revealing the colorful picture on the other side.

Delicate, real, and lifelike, if you see it in ordinary times, he must be amazing. Only the most brilliant painter can paint such real waves, blue sky, and... Fan Lun style battleship.

broken.

Huge uneasiness emerged. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the piece of paper that was flying like butterflies. His face became paler. He saw a twisted and distorted monster spread its wings and clamped down a battleship like a demon. Purple veins spread like blood vessels. , like a parasitic endless evil.

what is this?

One after another.

Warships on fire, warships fleeing in a hurry, warships controlled by monsters pouring terrible fire on other imperial warships, people who keep falling into the water.

And, a silver-white super battleship that cuts through the waves.

what is this?

One by one, the exploding battleships, the battleships that were cut in half, all of them were imperial warships, and he even saw such a picture.

- In the picture is the flagship of the Fourth Squadron, Black Pine Forest, with purple flesh and stickiness spreading, and a raging fire is shining at this moment, and in a closer position, it should be seen from the perspective of the silver warship, The many long tubular magic guides spewed terrifying flames and breaths, and the painting took shape in a fiery moment of eruption, blast of air, shattered sawdust and burning flesh.

Yes, he recognized it as the Black Pines, the flagship of Fourth Squadron.

Because the captain and admiral...is his younger brother.

His second son was serving as his brother's adjutant.

"Go back and tell the emperor of your country that this afternoon, your country invaded the Fourth Squadron of the Goethe Sea. Six battleships including the flagship sank. I don't remember the other boats. About two-thirds of the people died. Surrender to me, most of the naval officers are dead, the highest rank is a coward who can't speak well, you'd better send someone to count before I send them underground to mine."

There was a big uproar.

Almost all of the silent Goethes exclaimed.

People close by leaned over to pick up the photos on the ground, circulated them, and feared.

War is on! ?

The messenger's hands were trembling, his eyes were red, he suddenly raised his head, and said sharply: "This is a complete declaration of war! Kant the Aurora! The empire will never be silent! You will..."

"Silly beep."

Kant said contemptuously: "It seems that you don't know me, Kant. People who know me know that if there is a full-scale war, then what you see in the photo should be your capital."

The other party showed fury, and was stunned: "Then this is..."

Kant sighed and waved to Hong San.

Hong San bowed slightly and said in a gentle tone: "Your Highness, what Your Highness means is that the mere envoy is not worthy to listen to him to explain the details. Regarding what happened to the imperial fleet, I believe that the spies in Far Harbor City have truthfully reported to the emperor of your country, but Listening is false, seeing is believing. For the sake of your country's national security, Your Highness, in order to prevent your emperor from making an irrational decision due to his personal ability and causing serious consequences, hereby send the following scene to the emperor of your country, as a wake-up call."

Kant didn't look on his face, and was very satisfied.

Hong San said again: "Your envoy, please go on your way. If the emperor of your country still has doubts, please send a princess who has enough weight, a clear and calm mind, and understands humility and humility to ask."

? ? ? ? ? ? ?

fuck what?

Kant almost jumped up, but fortunately, he had amazing concentration, a lot of pretense, and his expression management ability was extremely strong. You can't suddenly break your gong here.

Even though there were a hundred question marks in his heart, Kant sat proudly and looked calm.

- But Goethe's side has already exploded.

Even the silent Grand Duke looked at him in astonishment, his eyes gradually filled with murderous intent, and the other Goethes were also extremely shocked, and even a little bit of panic.

Bringing in the imperial princess means breaking the monopoly.

What a horrible thing.

The imperial envoy who was standing on the spot looked at Kant suspiciously, and seemed a little surprised.

…Hold.

Kant categorically deprived Hong San of his final interpretation right, and ended the conversation with the imperial envoy with a neat and succinct statement: "You can go, imperial people, bring these photos to your emperor, and ask him to prepare money and prepare Good face, come and talk to me... Remind him that it will hurt a lot."

The envoy was already in a state of turmoil, which was beyond the scope of his powers and responsibilities. He leaned over silently, picked up the photos on the ground one by one, took the ones from the Goethes, and saluted Kant and the Archduke one by one, feeling lonely. Leaving the audience hall, Valentine's sergeants did not stop him.

Kant began to call again.

"Council."

In the dead silence, the envoys of the council came out, and they were still the two last time. In the last negotiation, they endured the humiliation from Kant, and they were neither humble nor arrogant, and maintained the dignity of the council. A mission is a reward, rewarding them to regain face as a victor.

There were two messengers, the original two, and Hong San raised his hand and held out two stacks of photos.

The middle-aged mage stood blankly, letting the photo be slapped on his face.

But beside him, the atmospheric shield suddenly unfolded, blocking the pieces of paper dancing in the air. The young man with high aspirations and a higher heart could not bear such humiliation.

The older messenger suddenly changed color and lost his voice: "Wait..."

With a loud bang, half of the youthful envoy flew upside down, and the lower half staggered a few steps, spraying blood, and fell softly to the ground. How could the atmospheric shield with extremely low power, just to block the flying photos, resist passing by? A large-caliber bullet enchanted with paradox elements, the proud mage was blasted into two pieces with one shot.

Hong San withdrew the big spear and said coldly: "It is His Highness's grace to hit you, it is your honor, accept it with your face, and the rude words and deeds of stepping into this place without authorization will be forgiven, and you can also block it if you want. block."

The blood was scattered, the scorched flesh exuded a disgusting smell, and the sound of retching faintly sounded. It was okay for those who had seen the world. The elegant nobles covered their mouths and noses and closed their eyes tightly.

But no one dared to say anything.

Kant said lightly: "The Azure Fleet didn't sink, but it broke several ships. It was manipulated by the distorted dragon. Many people died, and they all surrendered. With these photos and this silly beep, I will go back and discuss with you. The people in the meeting said, ask them, do you want to be like him, or like you?"

The other party picked up the photos silently, rolled up the two broken corpses with magic, and sealed them with solid ice. Even the blood on the ground and the stench in the air were dispelled with magic.

The emissary of the council left silently.

Kant called to the last one: "The northerners of the empire are here too, aren't they?"

The poor debt collector has been at war with each other.

He is not a plenipotentiary envoy with a diplomatic mission under the Emperor of the Holy Empire, nor is he an envoy who represents the dignity of the Land of Offa backed by the Council, but he is pushed out to run errands to take advantage of Goethe's siege from all sides. In the meantime, to repay the foreign debt that Princess Tina borrowed to support the Goethe war situation, it is best to offset it with the shares of the mining rights of that mysterious substance, which is to take advantage of the fire.

Never seen such a big scene.

He is very short, his eyes are small, and the shrewdness of the past is only timid. In the face of power, he has already made up his mind for that little trickery and little tricks. Spitting under his feet, he lay flat without resisting, all nodded in agreement.

Unexpectedly, Kant said with a friendly expression, "Don't be afraid."

"…"

Kant said: "You provided Tina with the food, soldiers and weapons she wanted most when she needed help. Although it was a loan, I am still very grateful, but in the final analysis, this loan was for the Song Moon War. What is borrowed should be repaid by the beneficiaries of the war, all Goethes..."

He said a word, and the debt collector nodded, like pounding garlic.

It turned out to be the case - the short representative suddenly realized that this was for Goethe to look good, and to pass the huge debt directly to Goethe, while Kant left Princess Tina alone, so that these idiots who were on the wrong team could enjoy themselves. Enjoy, but what does that have to do with me.

He nodded and said, "Understood, then we..."

Kant raised his hand, and the other party immediately shut up.

"I haven't finished yet - I originally planned to do so, but if Goethe is to pay this huge loan, Tina will definitely be worried and sad, and will not sit idly by. I don't intend to make her in a dilemma because of this. , so I changed my mind, so..."

The fire thief's voice rose instantly.

"Then I announce that during the Songmoon War, the Goethe Princess Tina-Teddaril borrowed a loan from the nobles and wealthy merchants in the northern part of the empire..."

There is an unbreakable will in the voice.

Kant said decisively: "The empire and the council are back!"

"…"

"…"

A suppressed but violent cough spewed out of the debt collector's mouth, and he nearly lost his breath.

"They will pay it back." Kant said amiably. "You go back and discuss with those creditors. All loans will be converted into figures and reported to the emperor's cabinet and the council. You can report a little more."

-So it is said that in the Song Moon War, His Majesty the Emperor watched the fire from the bank and even plotted against Goethe, and we secretly borrowed money from Princess Tina for the sake of profit. Now that we want to recover the debt, we have to ask His Majesty the Emperor for money?

The debt collection representative whispered: "Your Highness, Your Highness, we are willing to..."

Kant said: "I do things, and I have clear grievances and grievances. I will give you ten points. The money Tina borrowed will be returned to you, because what you borrowed is what you borrowed. Leave, Imperials, or are you determined to collect debts from me?"

After all, the other party walked away in despair, and this was not something he could decide.

Quietly, the imperial envoys, the council envoys, and representatives of the northern nobles all left.

Kant leaned on the chair and looked around.

"Imperial people are gone, councils are gone, debt collectors are gone, now, only you are left."

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PS1: 6,000 words... I laughed yesterday, and it is really good for physical and mental health to point grass.