Chapter 484 Each Takes What They Need
Power refers to the coercive force that can be controlled.
This is a magical word, and its polluting power is no less than that of the ancient gods. It has the same properties as being able to shake a person's spirit, twist their soul, cause their desires to expand infinitely until they devour their sanity, and drive them into madness and destruction.
This is not an exaggeration, nor is it alarmist.
Even extremely subtle and insignificant power, such as control over a small family or even control over a certain individual, is equally polluting and will drive the person in control who comes into contact with this insignificant power to extremes.
For example...if an ordinary person who is mediocre, incompetent and seemingly harmless becomes a father or mother, and firmly believes that he (she) has absolute control over his (her) children, and anchors his (her) mental stability (spiritual support) on this control relationship, then...his (her) soul will be polluted and his (her) cognition will gradually be distorted.
Specifically, it manifests itself in: regarding absolute control over children as a manifestation of "love", and regarding children's obedience as the value of their existence.
If this distorted cognition cannot be "healed" as the child grows up, but becomes more serious... then this polluted intimate relationship may get out of control at any time... The result of the greatest conflict and the most serious intensification is to lead to the killing of the father (mother) and the children.
This kind of power with extremely small scope and limited enforcement can cause such great harm, not to mention the royal power with a wider range and more unquestionable enforcement.
No matter which dimension, no matter which ideology or cultural consensus the country is based on, the conspiracies, open plots, struggles and competitions surrounding the alternation of royal (imperial) power will always be the most turbulent and thrilling, as well as the darkest and bloodiest chapter in history.
Who makes power such a sweet and poisonous thing? Not many people can even resist the wonderful fragrance of power... Most people are always impatient and rush into this terrible vortex like moths to a flame, not hesitating to fall into depravity.
Little Andre had worked as a grass-roots errand boy in Innadelli for half a year and received sufficient realistic education. When he knew he was going to be lifted to the throne, he did not rush to be ecstatic, but instead seriously considered whether he could sit firmly on the throne... This was naturally a good reflection, at least proving that His Royal Highness the Prince knew that power was poisonous, and that the power to forcibly control others was not so easy to grasp.
Yang Qiu was a person who was willing to give others chances. Since His Royal Highness the Prince could really be transformed by the environment, he didn't mind removing the dead-end road of "consumables" from the alternative arrangements and providing another live way for little Andre to choose.
"Your Highness, I think you can understand. If your brother and uncle have any other choice, they will never give up the throne that is within their grasp to others." Yang Qiu said seriously, with an attitude of speaking business.
"Of course, Mr. Yang." Little Andre said bitterly, "If not for this, why would my eldest brother put my mother under house arrest?"
Even if he sat on the throne, he would still be a puppet, and little Andre knew it very well.
Princess Harriet asked him to follow Yang because of the puppet lord, which seemed to be the same as the royal family trying to make him a puppet king - but at least Yang would never do such a bad thing as detaining his mother and forcing him to obey her.
"Obviously, the royal family is just trying to use the relationship between you and me to compromise and buy a buffer period, so as to try their best to postpone the crisis of the capital being breached by the army of undead before making any plans." Yang Qiu said bluntly, "It has been less than a year since I launched a war to capture Adler Territory, and I have sent troops to Tachia Territory again. The royal family is not willing to gamble whether I am willing to delay for another half a year before sending troops again."
Little Andre wiped his sweat silently...
He knew that it would obviously not be a good thing if the throne fell on his head, but hearing this madman who had launched wars continuously and directly stolen the country confess his actions in person still made His Royal Highness shudder with fear.
Yang Qiu didn't care about the prince's reaction, and continued calmly: "Now we have occupied three of the six territories of the kingdom. The Odysseus family will never send troops to rescue the capital. It is impossible to see hope in this war by relying on our own strength... So if the royal family still wants to fight back, there are not many options left."
His Royal Highness didn't care how offensive it was that Yang used the phrase "a trapped beast still fights" to describe his blood relatives. When he heard Yang say this, his eyes widened: "This, this... Brother the King and his men will go to borrow troops... right?"
Yang Qiu nodded with satisfaction: "It's very obvious."
"This--" Little Andre took a breath.
There are no large countries in the southwestern region of the Eastern Kingdom... The only country with a certain scale failed in its invasion of the Rhine two hundred years ago. Not only did it fail to reap the benefits of the war, but it also exhausted its national strength. After that, it was dismembered and divided up by many countries.
If the Rhine royal family wants to borrow troops to deal with the powerful black magician Yang, their only choice is the Nosk Federation.
After all, the Gold Coin Church has clearly stood aside and watched, while the Kenyan Empire, which has a grudge against Yang, is deeply mired in the quagmire of Middle-earth.
The problem is... the federal state of the Norsk Federation borders part of the Rhine territory.
Even for a mediocre person like little Andrei who did not inherit the political wisdom of his parents and whose overall intelligence was only "average", he understood a simple truth very well - if you invite a tiger into your home to drive out a wolf, the homeowner's fate will never be much better than coexisting with the wolf.
What's worse is that... the Nosk Federation believes in the Storm Church, and the Rhine Kingdom is a diocese of the Gold Coin Church - even if the undead can be driven away, the Rhine Kingdom will be trapped in the abyss of a long-term religious war between the two sects and cannot extricate itself.
The royal family members must also face the wrath of the Gold Coin Church...
"Isn't this - courting death?" Little Andre was shocked, frightened and angry, and his voice became a few notches higher.
When the Undead Army conquered Adler Territory, rumors circulated among the royal family about whether to request intervention from the Nosk Federation, but they only lasted for a while before disappearing.
The reason is simple. Having been neighbors with the Nosk Federation and the Storm Church for thousands of years, most Rhine people cannot stand the style of these neighbors.
"I think so too." Yang Qiu not only did not show the slightest bit of displeasure, but laughed instead, "No matter from which aspect, this idea is not very good... If I am not mistaken, your father should have hesitated for a long time about this, but in the end he still did not consider this option."
Little Andrei said "Ugh", he couldn't respond...
The old king had all kinds of problems, and it was not unfair for him to be killed, but when he was not confused, he could indeed be considered a qualified feudal monarch.
"In short... my attitude towards this matter is that I am happy to see it succeed." Yang Qiu said lightly, shocking little Andre. "No matter what means the royal family uses, I am willing to take it."
"Mr. Yang?!" His Royal Highness was dumbfounded, "Are you serious?"
"Of course." Yang Qiu smiled happily and said, "I am telling Your Highness this matter here to show my attitude. Your Highness can go to the capital to inherit the throne. After that, you can accept all the requests and conditions put forward by your uncle and brother."
Little Andre was dumbfounded... What this meant was that since there was no need to pay it back anyway, there was no need to worry about how outrageous the other party's demands were or how harsh the conditions were.
"But, but..." Little Andre wiped the sweat off his forehead again, hesitated for a moment, and then said hesitantly, "But what if... Brother King wants me to betray you?"
"Go ahead and sell it." Yang Qiu waved his hand generously, "If necessary, I can cooperate with you."
Little Andre: “???”
"Don't worry. Since we are going to use you as a tool to negotiate compromise with us and gain a buffer period, I think the royal family will not harm you and your son." Yang Qiu said happily, "Your Highness, please cooperate as much as possible to delay the time until the Norsk Federation Army can enter smoothly."
Little Andre: "Σ(゜ロ゜) ???"
As the saying goes, "One should not allow others to snore beside one's bed." If there are two forces with equal coercive control within a country, neither side will be able to eat or sleep well, and they will dream of strangling the other to death.
Even in the so-called "democratic" countries on Earth, it seems that it is beautiful and harmonious for two factions to take turns to be in power, and many people are fascinated and envious, as if this method is so advanced; but in fact... this kind of power structure in which two factions compete for power and take turns to be the boss has appeared in the feudal era of China, but the Chinese people call this phenomenon "party struggle"...
In short, the people in the royal capital are definitely not on the same page with the undead regime. No matter what posture they adopt, they are ultimately thinking about how to kill Yang Qiu and wipe out all the Tarantan undead - can showing a willingness to elevate "Yang's followers" to the position of king be considered a compromise, and can it make Yang Qiu willingly leave these people at the table to argue slowly?
That's nonsense!
There are actually only two reasons why Yang Qiu is willing to accept compromise and sit down to play with these people:
One is to save a large-scale battlefield activity to prevent players from being saturated with equipment.
Secondly, I hope these guys can call the Norsk coalition to deliver food...
Yang Qiu of the Nosk Federation must be fought, and Yang Qiu of the Storm Church must be pushed over.
Originally, Yang Qiu was planning to continue to use the Barcelo River to make a fuss, looking for an opportunity to have his fleet go downstream to the Norsk Federation to cause trouble, pay a small amount of money, and come up with an excuse to start a war... Isn't this just a coincidence? A ready-made excuse was delivered to the door!
After explaining things to little Prince Andre and giving the prince some "little props" that he could use to protect himself in an emergency, Yang Qiu quickly sent an invitation to Prince Hood, asking him to bring his good nephew back to take office.
Next... the Undead regime stopped its offensive and calmly went about its business of governing the Territory of Tachia...
The player army is naturally unaware of the series of intrigues and conspiracies taking place between the "NPC forces".
The "battlefield activity" in the territory of Taqia ended, and the "wild monsters" that could be spawned and the night watchman missions issued by Creek City and Lars City were almost cleared. Only some steps were stuck and seemingly unfinished fragmentary unsolved cases that could not be solved. After that, large groups of players left this hot land and returned to Tarantan, which was full of wild monsters.
Only a few casual players who are isolated from the game experience and are only keen on enjoying various non-mainstream gameplays remain in the Tachia Territory.
When little Prince Andre, full of confusion and with a blank look on his face, boarded the ship back to the royal capital with Prince Hood, two indifferent players logged in at the teleportation point of the City Hall in Creek City.
Both players were wearing the "standard" suit when they first came out of the Novice Village: a set of concealing white T-shirt and shorts, with a piece of "fish scale armor" produced on the assembly line of the Earth Hardware Processing Factory on the outside. They had a steel knife on their waist that had rarely been used to chop monsters, and they were barefoot, with a homemade fishing rod on their backs and a bucket in each hand.
"Where are we going fishing today?"
