Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 217: Power comes from violence (Part 2)

In the tower, Cyril snorted coldly:

"I dare say that even if it is Xianjun, when he sees the suspicion of the stars in the country today, it is hard to say that he will not regret the decision that year.

This time, Thales listened quietly, without speaking.

But he remembered the words he used to convince the five grand princes when he tried his best to turn the tide in the Palace of Valor.

【The current weakness and turbulence of the stars are not accidental, but inevitable after embarking on this path. 】

[This is what Xian Jun left for the stars. 】

At that time, this was the "argument" he had sworn, searched his stomach, and tried to extract it. It was only temporarily used to shake the princes.

To be honest, he doesn't even believe it.

But now...

Thyls clenched his fists unconsciously.

But Cyril has been watching him silently as if it was not enough. After shaking his head, he raised his tone and gradually said the next sentence:

"But do you know that we, those of us who are fading to the west, may just be in the terrible future of you'crossing obstacles' and successfully'climbing the top'......"

The Duke’s tone is very light, like a devil’s whisper:

"The most inconspicuous person."

Thyls looked up suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

I saw that the terrifying Duke of the Western Wilderness no longer looked at him, but sighed and sighed:

"Do you think that after us feudal lords, the old aristocrats who ruled the place completely disappeared, those civilians who managed to occupy seats in the National Council, those new aristocrats whom you lean on as weapons Will be satisfied, will be reconciled, will be successful?"

The expression in Cyril's eyes slowly became murderous:

"When you came to the throne to subdue the princes and conquer the power, you think that in order to contain the princes, where should the royal family look at the standing army with unsupported support? Where is the way out for biting mad dogs like Araka Mu? Like? What can an unscrupulous female like Sonia Sutherley bring you? What kind of sorrow can a shameless **** like Williams share in the ruling and the field?"

Tyles took a deep breath.

Three handsome men of the stars.

He thought of the fury of the wild kingdom, the flower of the steady fortress, and...

Disgusting Wings of Legend.

And their subordinates from Broken Dragon Fortress to Bladefang Camp... countless, frequent mobilization, has gradually become the kingdom's normal royal standing army.

"As for the "Cunning Fox" Caso in the Imperial Conference, the "Pocket" Jok Mann, the "Private" Reid, and even the so-called loyalty to you like Old Godwin and Sharp-faced Connie, with After they have defeated the powerful aristocrats, what will they leave for you? What will they ask you for?"

The Duke’s words became more and more dangerous:

"Do you think that when the star is supreme on the throne, and there is no threat to the country, when countless humble people have followed the will of the king, erased the natural fear of the high-ranking ones, and then merged into a rolling torrent and defeated When the old vassals became the nobles of the new generation and served the supreme kingship..."

Cyril's voice is so sharp that it almost penetrates the door of the room, and it sounds like a poisonous snake to Thales:

"Can you sit back and relax?"

Thyls was silent for a long time.

But obviously the Duke does not intend to let him go.

"It's more terrifying."

Speaking of this, Cyril's tone was stained with a hint of weirdness, which was quite alarmist:

"When those merchants who relied on you to sell officials to ascend to the ranks of nobility found that their gold coins could no longer buy more glory, when those hired knights who won the title by exploiting the frontier wasteland, realized Their swords cannot be exchanged for the glory of the six guardian dukes of the founding country......"

I don’t know when, Cyril started pacing again—this was only when Thales, who was in a trance, heard the other party’s voice from Sakon:

"When the professional bureaucrats who worked so hard to read and hyphenate, they can only get a meager salary in the form of a case. When the creditors in the royal bank find that the king has no intention or can no longer pass Buying homes from the inside or expanding outwards to sell franchise, increase debt, expand profits..."

"When countless new aristocrats yearn for more power, status and benefits, but can no longer find a big goal like ours, they cannot find an enemy for them to plunder, and an object for them to demand ……"

It is still the Duke's exclusive words with a bitter tone, but Thales no longer feels the slightest wit and humor.

Boom!

Cyril's cane slammed hard.

I saw the Duke of the Guardian of the Western Wilderness blocking the window, his figure backlit, and his wide but empty leather robe, covering him firmly like the shadow of a solar eclipse:

"Who do you think is most likely to point the new finger at those who have lost their respect for high-ranking people and cannot wait for power?"

"Is it up or down?"

Falkenhauser said coldly:

"Who is up and who is down?"

"And what will happen up, what will happen down?"

Upward.

Down.

Unconsciously, Thales' left hand has firmly grasped the jc dagger stuck on the bedside.

Any change has a price.

The young man thought dreamily.

Some costs may not be obvious at the time, but they are the same as when Cyril talked about the game...

After a hundred steps.

Then, he, Thales Canxing.

Could it be the "after a hundred steps"?

"Not to mention these are your guesses..."

Tyles took a deep breath, cheered up, and shook his head:

"If this is the case, then this is inevitable."

"Then, we must have corresponding methods, such as re-adjusting the situation and balancing interests-there will always be a better way out."

But Cyril smiled contemptuously—not his usual ridicule or sarcasm aimed at offending people, but true, heartfelt disdain.

"So you have never been a ruler..."

"Hmph, do you really think that your people are sincere and loyal, good people who know what to give back? As long as you have a clear governance, they will live and work in peace and contentment? As long as you give them benefits, they will be contented and grateful to support you and support You, even if you are going to hell?"

Tyles rolled his head and frowned.

"Repeat," the prince was choked unhappy:

"I don't like to ask rhetorically."

But this time, Cyril stopped taking his "rhetorical questions":

"Go to his mother."

The Duke of the Western Wilderness said coldly without giving face, Thales swears that he even heard some local people's habit of talking about the Western Wilderness:

"This is not a face-to-face transaction, and your people are not merchants: you hand them money, and they will give you the goods the next? This is not a bar fight. You can earn your dignity with your fist alone. Conquer the opponent."

Boom!

The Duke shook his body and took a big step forward. The robe that was blown by the cold wind pressed against Thales like a hunting vulture:

"This world is not that simple. It is simple enough that hard work can be reaped, and it is simple enough to pay for it, and it is simple enough that you can work together and make great efforts to benefit the people."

"People are not so simple. It is as simple as giving favors, letting profit is enough, severe punishment is fear, and adding prestige is serving."

Cyril's tone is urgent and sharp, like a reprimand that hates iron for not making steel:

"No."

He looked at Thales, who was a little surprised, and hit the wall with his cane severely:

"Starting from helping my uncle and assisting in political affairs, I have ruled the Western Wilderness for more than 20 years. Trust me, your people can always give you unexpected and counterproductive feedback."

"A person may cooperate, may be loyal, or obey, but a group of thousands?"

Falkenhauser snorted coldly, his eyes were cold, vigilant and alert, like facing an untouchable flame:

"A group of people, that is, a behemoth with a bottomless appetite, a shark that never satisfies, will always respond to the ruler that he did not expect and will catch you by surprise."

Thyls was slightly stunned.

Cyrillic like this...

It's really not the usual way, at least not the way it was at the conference six years ago.

If he is not acting.

I saw Cyril turned around and gritted his teeth viciously:

"If you hate your people, they will hate you even more; if you love your people, they will not necessarily love you; high-pressure authority may usher in more fierce resistance, but the benefits of benefiting the people may not bring Come to be sincere and loyal; good intentions and bad things, doing things contrary to one's wishes are more commonplace."

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The Duke's pace was getting faster and faster, his crutches hit the ground repeatedly, making a heart-palpitating muffled accent.

"At the end of the Book of the Kings, the first king to use the letter crow instead of the postman messenger on a large scale brought unprecedented changes to the world, but he eventually died under the ridiculous crime of'playing with things, petting birds and abusers'. "

"The emperor Bashir more than a thousand years ago was benevolent and drastically reformed the old system. He wanted to give shelter to his people who had nowhere to stay, but he died in depression amidst complaints and turbulent sentiments."

Listening to these historical stories, both strange and familiar, Thales frowned.

"You mean, we are walking on an uncontrollable road, maybe we will go to unexpected and counterproductive consequences? We can neither reverse it manually nor avoid it by turning around."

The Duke is noncommittal.

So Thales responded with a cold hum without mercy:

"Then the menacing and unstoppable what you just said, aren't all the worries and vigilance that you said are just bullshit?"

But it seems that Cyril was also agitated. He grunted first, leaned heavily on crutches, and stopped:

"No, what I said is—"

"We hope to use simple and rude methods to harvest direct and effective results. This is often half the result with half the effort, and it's a different story."

He stared directly at Thales:

"Even if the purpose is correct and the direction is correct, but if the means is wrong, the method is wrong, it is very likely to be futile, and even self-defeating."

"This is the problem we face-it's the mistake your father and his enemies made together."

The purpose is correct and the direction is correct.

Wrong methods and wrong methods.

Your father, and his enemies.

Common mistakes.

At that moment, Thales suddenly realized what Cyril meant.

And his position.

Just listen to Cyril coldly:

"The powerful ancient empire guarded the thorny land with heavy troops. The Duke of Thorns ruled this southwestern province known for its resistance with an iron fist, and killed them so subdued. The seemingly brilliant and effective achievements made the emperor quite amazed. "

But the Duke’s words have changed, eerie and eerie:

"However, when the time of the empire's decline came, the flag-raising rebellion was the strongest. Eventually, the heads of the governor of the province and the family of the Duke of Thorns were hung on the flagpoles, and the Imperial Legion was destroyed. Sons!"

Amidst more and more turbulent brainpower, Thales took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall:

"If I remember correctly, Falkenhausen with the four-eyed skull as its emblem, your ethnic language is'Power comes from violence'?"

He whispered, waiting for the other party's response.

Power comes from violence.

The Duke of Western Wilderness is slightly stagnant.

He was silent for a long while, until a cold wind blew.

"Yes."

The Duke is faint and authentic, and there is a rare complexity in his eyes:

"But outsiders only know this sentence."

"This is the worst sentence."

With a terrifying face, Cyril stared at Thales, who did not look like a human.

Power comes from violence, the worst sentence.

"So..." Thales asked tentatively.

But Cyril Falkenhauser interrupted him unceremoniously, speaking in a cold voice, and said in a deep tone that Thales could not help but sit down:

"Power dominates interests, interests trigger conflicts, conflicts produce violence, violence brings obedience, obedience forms habit, habit creates order, and order reaffirms power."

Thyls was stunned.

It’s very strange. Falkenhauser, who usually has a sharp and unpleasant hoarse voice, said this time, but this time he said his words with a certain respect, as if with some respect:

"This is the logic of'Power from Violence': a perfect loop that cannot be broken."

"As for the power and violence that outsiders talk about, they are just two small pieces of the puzzle."

Cyril lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and leaned on a cane, like a vulture perching on standby next to a tree:

"But too many people like to simplify and skip many steps in the middle, believing that giving benefits can win obedience, and that resorting to violence can bring power-this is the biggest problem."

"Especially those who want to change the world and change everything that people take for granted...reformers."

Power comes from violence.

Just... two pieces of the puzzle.

Falkenhauser's words made Thales contemplate.

Cyril hummed again:

"And you know, for a batch of great people who want, eager, and are the most confident and good at changing the world, what do we call them?"

Cyril’s next word caught Thales’s attention:

"Mage."

There was silence in the room for a few seconds.

Tyles released the dagger in his hand, he involuntarily raised his head, trying to hide his surprise, and solemnly met the duke’s equally burdened eyes:

"And do you know what they finally brought to the world?"

Cyril did not go on.

The two are just like that, silently facing each other in the ominous room on the top of the tower, with terrifying eyes on one side and puzzled on the other.

But Thales quickly cast off the untimely question.

"Cyrillic."

"You are not here to help your vassals, stand in line for them," Thales quickly returned to his current context:

"But you are not even standing on the side of the king to surrender to the blood of the kingdom."

Thyls is straight and authentic:

"Right."

He used affirmative sentences.

The two were silent for a while.

Finally, a smile appeared on Falkenhauser's face—not the habitual hypocritical smile before, but a sly, somewhat light smile.

Although it was quite horrified on his face.

"I said, don't treat me as a stubborn and obsolete antique."

The Duke exhaled a long breath, as if he wanted to make a summary of this conversation: "Falkenhauser is not a conservative who is ignorant of current affairs. If the tide is like this, the general trend is like this, then I will not hesitate Change, and accept fate without complaint or regret."

"I also believe that no matter order or habit-it can be changed."

Before Thales's careful and serious gaze, Cyril's eyes moved:

"But this kind of change must be step by step, point by point, drop by drop, and it's a matter of course."

"Not like this."

Cyril raised his cane and pointed out the window.

"The north has changed, and the prince returns to the country."

The Duke said coldly:

"So, one party took advantage of the fire and robbed him, threatened the king with the safety of the heir to the kingdom, and forced him to surrender control of the western front."

"The other party simply took the black hand to take away the troops, supplies, and garrisons of the lords of the Western Wilderness after the false and the snake, and beat them hard to kill them."

Thyls slowly changed his color as he listened to these two seemingly understatement, but actually thrilling words.

"Have you not noticed that, compared to the small actions under the table, such as forced imperialism, arrogance, and momentum six years ago, whether it is your father or the current princes, the actions of both parties are too violent."

"The irony is, do they really think that through such a so-called victory," Falkenhauser is very serious at the moment:

"Can you erase the opponent's ambition and hostility?"

Cyril waved decisively, quite imposingly.

"No."

This is a rare moment in Thales. He feels that the other party, as a duke, does not lose to the heroic and majestic princes of the North:

"They will only push the opponent worse and worse until the final step, either now or later."

Tyles pursed his lips, thinking deeply.

"But you are not the head of the western vassals, not the leader of the group, the lord of the ruins of temperate vassals, the guardian duke of the western wilderness?"

The prince speaks slowly:

"When the game between Fuxing Palace and the deserted ruins is placed on the chessboard around me and power, shouldn't you be responsible for it and can't make a difference in it?"

Cyril smiled.

"So you are not a king yet."

The Duke glanced at Thales obliquely:

"Do you think that at every important point in history, it is someone's will that dominates the wave?"

Cyrillic said coldly:

"Know that when your vassals and subordinates are angry and all will be upright, standing in front of the wave, you don't have much choice but to follow the trend."

Tyles' brows frowned and tightened.

The duke is gloomy and authentic:

"Unless you want to replace the king and become the target of preventing them from regaining hope-if you don't become their leader, you will become their enemy, and the first one to fall in between the inside and outside."

Thyls was silent for a long time.

So, Cyril’s words mean...

The young man suddenly remembered that a long time ago, the country was a meeting, the vote to decide whether he was an illegitimate child or an orthodox prince.

At the time, Cyril voted "yes", but his nominal vassals, two of the thirteen noble families, voted "no".

Tyles took a deep breath and brought back the thoughts that got worse and worse:

"So bad?"

Cyril was also silent for a while.

"Don't forget what I said, people will always respond to the ruler that he didn't expect and caught you off guard-unfortunately, the lords of Xihuang are also within the scope of the description. "

Falkenhauser turned his head and glanced at him lightly:

"Of course, for your father, me and you, we are also within the scope of the description."

Listening to what the other party meant, Thales did not answer.

The Duke turned his head and looked at the gray sky outside the window again:

"Drawing in civilians against the nobles, and unscrupulously curtailing power must have consequences-the civilians are not pawns at your mercy, and the nobles are not the objects of sacrifice."

His voice has a long chill, like an autumn wind:

"The lords of the territories blocking the general situation are no different from seeking their own deaths, but the Fuxing Palace may not be able to reap the desired results, and the eagerness of the two sides is even more taboo."

Tyles clenched his fists.

Cyril looked at the sky of the Western Wilderness, seemingly confused, and sighed softly:

"A hundred years ago, Xianjun's chessboard was silent, gentle and stable."

"To this day, the chessboard where your father played against them..."

The Duke of Western Wilderness paused for a few seconds.

"No, this won't end with a too good ending--the Scarlet Year will not be a dead end."

The confusion in his eyes disappeared~IndoMTL.com~returned to reality, becoming sharp and alert:

"Unless Your Majesty can slaughter all the creatures in this land and erase all the dissonance from the root--I don’t know, maybe one day in the future, when the Star Kingdom can do the magic gun With a handful of hands, the message will arrive immediately, and when the ruler above the throne can easily destroy the world with a light nod, he may succeed."

Another blast of cold wind hit the tower, causing a whirr of wind.

But both of them didn't realize it.

This time, Thales was silent for a long time.

Long time.

"No."

For a while, Thales spoke dimly with a dry voice:

"Trust me, even if that day..."

"He won't succeed either."

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