Chapter 78: Enfeoffment of the Principality
Early in the morning, Ryan returned to the hotel to see the safe and sound Savage Chick.
Then he followed Bazel out the door.
"Senior Bazel, where are we going now?"
"My skills are a special inheritance. Although they increase fighting spirit, you can't learn them. And although we werewolves are close combat warriors, we all follow the 'Shadow Hunter' route, which is not very suitable for your awakened extraordinary attributes. And I know there is a Grandmaster fighter in the City of Glory. If you want to follow the path of 'Qigong Master', he is the perfect match. By the way, do you have any contribution points?"
"There are still more than ten points on the sign..."
"It takes 20,000 contribution points to learn the Breath of Thunder... Never mind, I'll lend it to you first. Remember to pay me back when you have money in the future. You won't be short of money after you become famous as doctors. With this secret method, you will definitely have a place in the medical field in the future..."
"oh."
At this moment, Ryan realized how wealthy the top thief was.
The leader of the White Wolf Phantom Thieves, one of the three great Phantom Thieves of Omar, borrowed a huge sum of 200 million li as if it were just a drop in the bucket...
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At the same time, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the City of Light, the capital of the Omar Empire, "Usenbar".
"Usenbar " is also the only "Dragon City Overlord Level" mechanical city in the world. The inner city has a population of over 10 million and has indestructible steel barriers and super artillery.
In the center of the giant mechanical city, there is a super-tall castle building that stands out from the crowd. It is a magnificent palace, the Omar Palace.
At this moment, in the study room at the rear hall of the imperial palace, the gorgeous crystal palace lamps illuminated a magnificent and luxurious interior scene.
At the desk, the current King Doppler Spurgeon is reviewing memorials.
He was wearing glasses and flipping through the book carefully, looking very focused.
Soon, a tall woman with a palace rapier on her waist walked in.
When the palace maids saw the blonde woman with a sword, instead of saying anything to stop her, they quietly left the study and closed the door.
Doppler looked up at the blonde, smiled tiredly, and greeted: "Ymir, you're here..."
Ymir looked at the pale king in front of her and frowned: "Doppler, your complexion is getting worse. Your physical condition makes me very worried..."
"Oh, you worry too much."
Doppler shook his head and said, "Dean Philo of the Royal Medical College examined me this morning and said that I was just a little tired. You know, I haven't been sleeping well recently."
Ymir sighed slightly and said, "You should rest more."
After a pause, she asked, "Why did you ask me to come here?"
Doppler hesitated for a moment, seeming to find it difficult to accept.
Seeing him like this, Ymir asked curiously, "What's wrong, Doppler? You look hesitant. This is not your character."
After a moment's silence, Doppler said, "I plan to give you a fief to establish a principality and give you a formal title."
“…”
When Ymir heard this, she frowned and pondered for a moment.
She was slightly surprised and asked, "Why did you suddenly make such a decision?"
The brother and sister knew each other too well, so she naturally knew that Doppler must have other intentions behind his actions.
It was not uncommon for adult royal family members to be granted territories and establish duchies, but this also meant that they had completely lost their right to inherit the throne.
Ymir was not greedy for the throne, she just suddenly felt that her brother's decision was too abnormal.
Doppler's eyes dimmed a little, and he said, "Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that our reform plan will fail. Ymir, my dear sister, I don't want you to be hurt again."
"No, Doppler, that's not something you, Fearless, would say ."
Ymir understood that he was referring to her previous assassination attempt, so she shook her head and said fearlessly, "Reforms must be accompanied by pains, this is inevitable. If it can help the empire change its decadent state and prosper, I would rather my blood flow on every inch of the empire's land..."
Doppler forced a smile, as if remembering the high-spirited look of the brother and sister many years ago when they were determined to change Omar.
In a blink of an eye, the luster in his eyes faded, and he sighed: "If I can live another ten years, I will shed my last drop of blood for the empire. But last night... I saw my father calling me..."
Ymir listened with an inexplicable sadness in her heart, as if something important was about to be lost, and interrupted, "No, brother! The court doctors all said that you are healthy!"
Doppler shook his head and didn't talk about the subject anymore.
He is well aware of his physical condition.
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The study fell into silence and no one spoke.
After a long time, Ymir finally spoke: "Doppler, what made you suddenly make this decision?"
Doppler sighed and said, "If an apple has a wormhole, dig it out and it is still a delicious apple. But if the apple is full of wormholes, is it still an apple if you dig it out?"
Ymir remained silent.
She knew that the "conservatives" were the tangled "wormhole".
Doppler: "As you can see, our old nobles in Oma have lost the enterprising spirit of their ancestors. They are reluctant to give up the power and wealth in their hands, and will even madly fight back against any 'enemy' who attempts to take power from them."
Ymir said: "Brother, we still have a chance. Although General Doron was forced out of the imperial capital, we still have enough trump cards in our hands..."
"No... Ymir. I said, if we have another ten years, I firmly believe that our reforms will succeed."
Doppler shook his head and continued, "The last time you were assassinated, it was William, the blood prince of Sid, who did it. But the fact that that guy could appear in Storm Lake was definitely due to the intervention of the old nobles of the 'conservatives'. Even, it was someone close to us..."
Ymir's eyes turned cold, and she argued, "I already have some clues about the last assassination. The aide named Clemens F. Metternich..."
Suddenly, she felt that Doppler was very strange today. She turned her eyes and asked seriously, "Brother, are you hiding something from me? Although you are only a third-level extraordinary person, your body should not allow you to say such discouraging words."
"No need to check further."
Doppler's expression darkened, and he did not intend to answer directly. "You should leave the imperial capital tomorrow and open up a new foggy area to establish a principality. Now we have more powerful steam mechanical city technology than our ancestors, which is enough to explore more vast lands. Like our ancestors, let's create a greater new country..."
There was a gleam in Ymir's crystal eyes, and she had obviously guessed something.
Doppler did not say it clearly, but said meaningfully: "Omar, after all, it is the Omar of our Spurgeon family. I don't want to see it torn apart, and the people of the empire should not die painfully in the civil war..."
Hearing this, the persistence in Ymir's eyes finally loosened, and her expression dimmed, "I understand."
"Where do you want your fief to be?"
"To the west..."
"Yeah, it's good over there. Although the environment is a bit harsh, no one will come to cause trouble for you."
"Brother, how long can you live?"
“…”
Silence is the answer.
Ymir turned around sadly and walked towards the study door, saying with her back to him, "Your Majesty Doppler, I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself in the future."
She knew that her brother was much more talented than others saw. He might have known about some conspiracy, but he chose to bear it all alone.
"Um."
Doppler nodded and said at last: "Ymir, if one day you know the truth that I am unwilling to tell you today, I hope you can be more tolerant of Metternich..."
Ymir didn't respond.
How can I be tolerant of my enemies...Brother!
