A man in the ark was forced to become a king

Tonight is the time for him to think about it.

Margaret said that the golden tree would give him, and all the senior officials of Casimir, an irresistible reason to refuse, tonight.

Then, he would wait and see what kind of reasons would make them unable to refuse.

Compared to this incident, Casimir's internal conflicts were nothing.

Chapter 44 Divine Body Transformed into a Star

"Cyril, how did you do it?"

In the living room of Linguang's house, the old man Kuranta in a black dress is sitting on the sofa. The knight's sword that symbolizes status is placed beside her. She wears a shoulder armor and a gauntlet on her left arm. Although she looks a little older, the pair of There was still a sharp look in his blue eyes, and he sat there without anger or authority.

No one expected that after Maena's communication was sent to the Supervisory Committee, the current chairman of the Supervisory Committee and Grand Knight Commander of the Fighting Knights, Ioletta Russell, would arrive in person in an aircraft, which only took two hours.

"Haha, who told me to have a good granddaughter?"

Cyril laughed boldly, and even the loose home clothes could not hide the bulging muscles on his body.

"My good granddaughter found me something very useful, and as you can see, I can pick up a gun and mount a horse again."

"Oh, your luck is as good as ever. I thought you were going to die of old age."

Russell narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze on Cyril. His words were slightly harsh, but the curve of the corners of his mouth could not be concealed.

"Now that you're back, why don't I let you take over the position of Grand Knight Commander?"

"Don't make such a joke, I'm not interested at all."

Cyril waved his hands impatiently and sighed: "I have done enough things, but you, coming to me with such a big fanfare, aren't you worried?"

"To be honest, there are some, but seeing you like this, my worries are obviously unnecessary."

Russell didn't care about the ridicule in his old friend's words. This was the normal way of communication between them.

"You asked Ma Enna to contact me because you can't stand what the Linguang family has been through in recent years? Are you secretly complaining about me?"

"Is there any use in complaining about you?"

Cyril smiled brightly and slapped the coffee table, causing the wooden coffee table to tremble.

"I know you can't restrain those people. If you could, the situation wouldn't be like this."

"After trying the taste of power, how many people can control themselves? Very few, so few that they are almost non-existent."

"I've been lying in bed all these years not knowing that the business federations have made this country what they want it to be and want more."

"It won't be long before history will repeat itself again on this land, and we can no longer let it go."

"Now the Supervisory Commission and the Knights are supported by you. They don't dare to act rashly. They can restrain themselves from going too far, but how many years can you live?"

"After you die, who can hold on to this position?"

"No, none at all."

"Businessmen will completely replace knights, and darkness will once again envelope the people of Casimir. We must prevent that future from becoming a reality."

"All things will end in our generation."

"You're still the same as before."

Russell sighed and did not look at his impassioned old friend. He stared at the cup on the coffee table, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, and his straight back was slightly bent.

As the Chairman of the Supervisory Committee and the Grand Knight Commander, she cannot expose her vulnerable side in front of anyone, but with her old friends who once fought side by side, she can have no such worries.

Only at this time will she be more like a human being, rather than a machine that exists for the stability of Casimir, without the slightest weakness or mistake.

"Do you think I don't want to? Do you think I don't know what tricks they are doing behind my back?"

"I know, I know everything, but what can I do?"

"I sent the Knights of War to the border and kept them stationed for a long time without returning to the city to preserve Casimir's last glory. I moved the families who did not want to join in the conspiracy to towns in the countryside to protect them from persecution."

"I maintain the dispute between Casimir and Letania so that those businessmen will not give up developing armaments. I control part of the power of the knightly competition so that some outstanding children can have a path."

"This is the limit of what I can do. How can one's personal power fight against the will of the entire country?"

"What you couldn't do back then, I couldn't even do. Just maintaining balance has exhausted all my energy."

"I'm old, Cyril."

"..."

Looking at Russell's tired face, Cyril's lips trembled and he calmed down.

Yes, they are all old, very old. How many of those old friends are left now?

The torrent of the times is rolling in. How long can the old guys from the old era hold on?

They are no longer young.

"Then make way for the children."

After being silent for a long time, Cyril looked up and looked out the window. The city's neon lights were shining in the night, colorful, just like this impetuous era.

"Now there's an opportunity in front of me, and I'm not sure if it's right, but it's going to be part of it right away."

"If it succeeds, the nobles and merchants will be crushed, and what happened in the past will never happen again. The people of Casimir can live a better life, no longer suffering from oppression, and no longer need to do their best to survive."

"The price is that Casimir's glory will no longer exist, the existing order will fall apart, fall into the hands of others, and it will become beyond recognition."

"What are you hesitating about? Cyril?"

Russell was stunned for a moment, shook his head and laughed.

"You are really old, Cyril. You have never been so hesitant before."

"The glory of Casimir? The collapse of order? The fall of the country into other hands?"

"I never worry about these. Even if they are added to everything, it is better to let the people fill their stomachs."

"If anyone can do it better and do what you said, I don't mind him being at the top."

"Let's face it, Cyril, everything on the surface is not as important as Casimir's life."

These words are very straightforward and can be called deviant. Neither the knights, nobles nor businessmen will admit it, because they are the vested interests of the past and existing order, and they need those things to decorate themselves.

But Cyril could understand that he felt the same way.

Honor, wealth, power, what is there that he has not obtained?

His name has been passed down to this day in Casimir, and Linguang's family motto is engraved on the weapons of every knight in battle. The entire country regards him as a hero.

He was also immersed in it, thinking that he could turn the tide and change everything.

However, after his body weakened and even activities became difficult, he finally figured out that neither knights nor merchants were necessities for the Casimir people.

Their needs are simple, they just want to survive.

Whoever can do it better, let him do it.

Therefore, after hearing the content of Margaret's mission, he was not very resistant.

If the Golden Tree can really do it, then why not give Casimir away?

As a knight, a hero, and a noble person in the eyes of the Casimir people, what he should do is to bring them a better life, rather than immerse himself in wealth and power.

The premise is that the golden tree can do it.

If not, he would not sit back and watch Casimir fall into the flames of war.

"Then, let's go and take a look. Go to the edge of the city. In these years, have you been busy with government affairs and neglected to exercise? Don't fall behind."

Cyril stood up, smiled and teased, and walked to the door first.

"It's you who should be worried, old guy. You have been lying in bed for so many years. Don't fall from a height later."

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"Is there any news from Margaret so soon?"

The cold wind on the ice sheet carried flying snow across the ground, shattering the battlefield, and giant beasts made of crystals crawled on the snow blown by the wind.

Lin Lu sat on the back of the giant beast, reached out to catch the leaves emerging from the void, and raised her eyebrows.

"I actually don't quite understand why you would hand over such an important task to a child under 20 years old."

Thearesia lay flat on the seat next to her, glanced at the floating golden leaves, and couldn't help but make a sound.

In the distant night, bright light spots gather together and are arranged regularly.

That was Kazdaele's demon army. Their original destination was Colombia, but due to the temporary adjustment of strategy, the enemy became Ursus, so the army was temporarily repaired here, preparing to launch an attack with the army of the integration movement.

"Isn't there still the Shining?"

"How can the Shining help with this kind of thing? The most she can do is draw her sword and kill people."

The corner of Theresia's mouth twitched, doubting whether the Shining could help in planning a country's operations.

"Your sister is also there, but with her temperament, we can't expect her to take the initiative to do something. If she doesn't drink, Lingding is very drunk. Thank God."

Lin Lu said casually and crushed the leaves in her hands.

"The one who does the main work is indeed Margaret. Who makes her bloodline pure? If she comes forward, relying on the influence of the Linguang family, many things will become easier. In addition, there is no country in this land that is worthy of my attention. There are only a few, and Casimir is not among them.”

"After all, this is a glorious country of knights, but you don't like it so much?"

Theresia thought about it and felt that Casimir did not seem to be particularly weak. The land area was not small and the economy was very developed. Even if it declined a lot, it would not be reduced to the level of not being taken seriously, right?

"I really don't think there is anything worthy of attention in a country that is divided at home, does not even have power centralized, and marginalizes its own country's military support and turns it into entertainment. Even Rutland is better than them."

"The country of knights is awesome. Apart from the knights on the border, can they come up with any decent army? Or should they let the city defense army come in?"

"If you want to be respected, you have to come up with some real materials."

Lin Lu made no secret of her disdain for Casimir.

It is true that the ideal of chivalry is worthy of admiration, but the current Casimir is indeed not worthy of his attention.

He didn't even know how a country that vigorously developed the entertainment industry and turned the knights who had always relied on force into stage clowns and entertained themselves to death could survive the disputes between countries. Maybe their business was actually about In the hands of other countries, the coveted people have already obtained a steady stream of sufficient benefits and feel that there is no need to waste money on war, so that they can enjoy peace?

"That being said, it seems true."

As for Casimir's specific situation, Theresia didn't actually have much. She couldn't even manage her own family's affairs, so how could she have time to observe other countries?

Just hearing what Lin Lu said made sense to her.

Casimir now is very similar to Kazdaele during the civil war, so it is normal for him not to be taken seriously.

"Then you're going to let it go? Let that little girl do it on her own?"

"No, I have to move."

Lin Lu grinned and spread her hands: "I can't help it. I still have to worry about big things. Even though Margaret is young, she really does something."

"No, Casimir gave me a surprise when I arrived today. She has convinced her grandfather that as long as we show our strength, Casimir's Knights of War will basically fall into our hands. At the same time, there are A respected old man is on our side, if they can't come up with a decent army to resist, you know the consequences."

"Of course, I would rather they stand up and resist, at least to prove that their bones are still strong."

"Secession, civil war? This is so familiar."

After thinking about it for a moment, Theresia felt like there was a picture in her mind. She was very familiar with this routine. She had been doing this for the past few decades.

After all, Casimir is a complete country. Even if it has declined a lot in recent years, it cannot simply give up resistance when outsiders interfere in domestic affairs. That is unrealistic.

Resistance is inevitable. If the Golden Tree does not send troops there, then Casimir will inevitably embark on the path of civil war, which may last for a long time, just like... Kazdaele.

"Then how do you want to show your strength? Have a man-made natural disaster? Or directly kill some people violently?"

"Is this the image I have in your mind? I only use violence to solve problems?"

"Why not?"

"Well, you're a good judge of people!"

Lin Lu raised her thumb, stamped her foot, and raised her chin: "Don't we have a ready-made thing under our feet? I originally thought this thing was a very precious sample, but it turns out that it is just a beautiful piece of trash. , If you can’t put it to use, then you might as well use it as waste and use it in Casimir.”

"Use it? What's the use of it... The only use is to feed the golden tree as fertilizer, right?"

Looking at the giant Originium body at her feet that had been created by the war magicians with magic, Theresia really couldn't imagine what use this thing had besides being used as fertilizer. Perhaps, it could also be used as a super-large Originium bomb to destroy it. Throw it into Casimir and explode it?

No one else can do this kind of devilish behavior, but Lin Lu can definitely do it, because he has already done it once in Ursus. The rain of origin stones covering the entire ice sheet turned both Ursus armies into infected. By.

Throughout the history of Terra, it is difficult to find such a crazy person.

This guy has never been a kind person, and he has nothing to do with what the public understands as a good person.