Chapter 133 Imperial Power and Divine Authority
The city of thorn flowers.
The mighty imperial army returned to the city not long ago. It was said that their food supplies were ambushed by the enemy and they could not continue to attack the northern city, so they had to come back to rest and replenish their food supplies.
No one knew who spread this matter, and for a while many people in the City of Thorn Flowers were secretly discussing this matter.
An army of hundreds of thousands set out on an expedition, but before they had gone far, their food supplies were burned by the undead!
Alex was humiliated.
His Majesty the King was furious and directly issued an order to dismiss Alex from his position as marshal, but at least he saved his life.
"Alas, Marshal Alex is old and no longer has the ability to win battles."
"I heard that William the Great took the last bit of food and 100,000 soldiers and marched straight to the North?"
"You are worthy of being the High Priest of the Temple! At this critical moment, we still need the Temple to help us regain the lost land!"
"But I heard that it was because of His Excellency Father William's blind pursuit of the enemy that the main force of the Imperial Legion was attracted by the undead, and eventually all the food of the Legion was burned."
"Can you blame the High Priest for this? Facing the existence of evil, as a clergyman, it is natural to purify the evil! I heard that it was because the magician corps of the magic academy was unwilling to attack the enemy with all their strength that led to the final failure of the war!"
The discussions within the City of Thorn Flowers are basically divided into two camps.
One faction is centered around the temple, and the other faction is centered around the magic academy. The two factions are throwing dirty water at each other. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the direction of public opinion has been mixed with political factors.
Most smart people will not express their opinions at this time.
Everyone was waiting for the news that Father William would bring from the North.
No matter what, on the surface, everyone hopes that Father William will win and successfully retake the northern city.
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The Thorn Flower School of Magic.
Andrew looked at the old dean lying on the bench basking in the sun, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Mr. Dean, why aren't you anxious at all? It's been almost half a month, and there's no news from William."
The dean narrowed his eyes slightly and said lazily: "No news is good news."
Andrew suspected that the old guy might fall asleep in the next second.
"Mr. Dean, aren't you worried that William will succeed in taking the Northern City?"
Andrew was worried: "Alia and Sad Wind are both in the Northern City now. If William takes over the Northern City, they will definitely not be able to escape."
"Will not."
The dean's voice was very light: "William is not capable of this yet. If Beifeng takes action, the 100,000 imperial legions will not be his opponent, not to mention that those undead are not easy to deal with either."
"They know how to use sneak attacks and split-force tactics. Do you think they are still a group of ordinary undead?"
"That's what the dean said."
Andrew nodded: “But I’m still a little worried.”
The dean waved his hand lazily: "Okay, okay, let's go, let me get some good sleep."
Andrew turned and left helplessly.
After a while, Andrew came in again in a hurry, waking up the sleeping dean: "What's wrong with you again!"
"Your Excellency, the King invites you to the palace."
"whats the matter?"
"I heard that something happened to Archpriest William."
“Ahaha.”
The dean was no longer sleepy. He suddenly became energetic, straightened up from the recliner, and said with a smile: "Look, you don't have to worry about the safety of Alia and the others anymore."
Andrew nodded, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.
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The city of thorn flowers, the Lion Palace.
His Majesty the King and the Palace Master had been waiting for a long time. In addition to the two of them, ministers from the Lion Empire were also gathered together.
The old director came slowly, leaning on a cane. He was late, but no one had the heart to scold an old man who looked like he was dying.
"Teacher, you are here."
The Lion King is a middle-aged man with a dignified face and luxurious clothes that highlight his extraordinary temperament.
"Your Majesty."
The old dean performed court etiquette gently and with a very respectful attitude.
"The teacher may not know yet that William is dead."
His Majesty the King spoke in a deep voice, looking at the old dean, and informed him of the news.
"oh."
The old dean nodded, and perhaps because he felt that the attitude was a bit too perfunctory, he lowered his head and sighed: "What a pity, such a good child."
For clergymen of the level of the High Priest, even if they die in a foreign place, the headquarters of the Temple of Light will receive the news immediately.
The death of the high priest cannot be concealed, and there is a special magic that can inform the temple.
Archfather William led his army to the North. Now that he is dead, and the soldiers of the Knights Templar and the Imperial Legion have not returned yet , everyone can guess that it was the undead in the Northern City who did it.
The Lion King glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "The teacher is here, let's continue the discussion. I want to hear your opinions on how to deal with the matter of the Northern City!"
"Your Majesty."
The Palace Master was the first to step forward, and said firmly: "I insist on my opinion. We should reorganize the army and attack the city in the north!"
"Yes! I agree with the suggestion of His Excellency the Palace Master!"
Immediately, a minister of the Lion Empire stood up, his face full of anger and his tone serious: "Father William's sacrifice cannot be in vain, we must continue to attack the Northern City and teach these undeads a lesson!"
"Evil creatures have defiled our land, leaving the people of the North in darkness! We must dispel the darkness of the North and bring new light to our people!"
"I agree with sending troops. At the same time, in order to prevent the undead from attacking the imperial army again, I suggest that we divide the troops into four groups! Three hundred thousand soldiers per group! Divide into four directions to besiege the northern border!"
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Ministers of the Lion Empire kept standing up and putting forward their opinions.
The old dean looked over and was shocked. Wow! Dozens of ministers were in favor of continuing the attack! Two-thirds of the ministers were supporting the Lord of the Palace of Light!
The old dean smiled and said nothing.
It seems that the information he had was not wrong. His Majesty the King trusted the Palace Master not because the Palace Master cured his illness, but because the Temple of Light had already intervened in the core political power of the empire.
Theocracy and imperial power are always incompatible contradictions, and there will inevitably be conflicts between the two.
The Palace Master obviously overlooked one point. Although the King of the Lion Empire is a believer in the God of Light, he is also an emperor, a man who holds imperial power.
How could such a high and mighty being be willing to be controlled by theocracy?
as expected.
The Lion King remained silent. He did not express any opinion and turned a deaf ear to the passionate opinions raised by his ministers.
The old dean muttered, "It seems that His Majesty the King has not yet become a fanatic. This is good news."
The old dean saw it very clearly.
His Majesty the King asked the ministers to discuss the matter. Ostensibly it was about the affairs of the Northern City, but the purpose was to see who would take sides and who were members of the faction of the Lord of Light.
"Your Majesty, do not hesitate!"
The Palace Master continued, "The Northern City is the territory of the Lion Empire. We cannot give it to evil! We must take it back!"
The Palace Master's face was full of seriousness and justice, which made the old dean couldn't help but admire him, saying that he was such a loyal subject to the country.
The Lion King did not reply, but looked at the old dean: "Teacher, what do you think?"
"ah?"
The old dean was stunned, then smiled and said, "I think your Excellency the Palace Master has a lot of friends. So many people agree with one sentence. It's really enviable."
The hall master's face froze, and he looked at the old dean with a gloomy face, remaining silent.
The old fellow was mocking him.
"Teacher, I'm asking you what to do about the Northern City?"
The Lion King was helpless. The teacher's temper had not changed at all. He had always been dissatisfied with the behavior of the Temple of Light.
The Lion King also disliked the Temple of Light, but there was nothing he could do because the Temple of Light had deep roots in the Lion Empire. The citizens and ministers had been believers of light since childhood, so there was nothing the king could do even if he didn't like it.
This is a political drawback left by our fathers, and the king cannot solve it in a short time.
The old dean shook his head: "I am old, my opinion is not important, Your Majesty, you can do whatever you want."
His Majesty the King immediately spoke up: "Teacher has always been a great and wise magician in my heart. Your opinion is very important to me."
The Lord of the Hall of Light sneered secretly, what a deep love between master and disciple.
The old dean smiled and said, "So what did I say?"
His Majesty the King said in a serious tone: "Please teach me, teacher."
"Make peace!"
The old dean said in a decisive tone: "Send peace to the Northern City!"
His Majesty the King was stunned, and a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.
The Lord of the Hall of Light smiled.
"Mr. Dean, you are really old! You are afraid!"
The Palace Master sneered and said, "The Undead have taken away our northern border, why should we ask for peace!"
"Is it possible that just because they killed William and 100,000 imperial soldiers, Your Excellency the Dean is afraid?"
"Our Lion Empire is the most powerful empire on the Esk Continent! We are absolutely not afraid of any enemy! The glory of the God of Light will always cover us!"
The Palace Master said loudly: "Your Majesty! I am willing to lead the army to fight! I would rather die in the North than live in humiliation! I am willing to dispel all evil and enemies for the Empire!"
