Silent Crown Chapter 763: Confidence

Caucasus, above the wasteland.

Among the ten thousand hectares of fertile fields that sprouted and matured overnight, Paganini calculated the specific figures in his mind and asked Charles, "Is it all right here?"

In the wheat field, Charles held a handful of wheat seeds, and there seemed to be endless seeds flowing out of the gap between his fingers and falling on the ground. After his footsteps, they took root and sprouted...

The people behind hurriedly followed, poured water and fertilized it, just a quarter of an hour later, another acre of wheat field with terrifying yields matured.

Charle rested for a while.

Under the scorching sun, Charles wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wet towel, took out the water bottle and drank it, took a breath, and answered Paganini's question.

"Can't stop yet."

He shook his head and sighed: "The current output is enough to supply front-line combat, but there are still many people in the country who can't eat."

Paganini looked down at the bug under his feet, and suddenly asked:

"Can you hold it?"

"...It will be fine if you survive this for a while, and you will be able to eat more meat in the future."

Compared with the past, Charles's face was a little pale, as if he had lost excessive blood. He grinned reluctantly, coughed violently, choking up the congestion in his lungs.

The injury left by the Blue King has not recovered.

Paganini didn't speak any more.

In silence, he stared at Shire's mutilated tail finger and his excessively bleeding white skin, his eyes became a little complicated and dark.

For a long time, Paganini made a voice:

"Charles."

"Huh?" Charles looked back and saw Paganini's silent expression.

"No, it's nothing."

Paganini shook his head, smiled, and said nothing.

Just raised his head and looked up at the sky.

He was just thinking, if the emptiness **** that the holy city worshipped had half the mercy of Shire, would his choice be different?

No, sure enough, I still betrayal, right?

For people like myself, who are born rebellious, they will do everything for the mystery of strength and music theory. But now, he has power...but he found that there is nothing worthy of his loyalty anymore. 【】

He sighed softly and lowered his eyes.

Furthermore, does this world... really need something like gods that doesn't make sense?

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A few hours later, Golden Palace.

In the night, the candle was lit, illuminating the entire huge palace like daylight. After rejecting the light source provided by the ether, lighting it with pure flames made this palace of steel a little more solemn and cold, and its boldness was overwhelming.

On the throne, the emperor tapped his cane and looked down at the Burgundian envoy in front of him.

"Form an alliance?"

"Yes."

The young man named Don Juan smiled: "The relationship between Asgard and Burgundy has a long history, and it can be described as a strip of neighboring countries. Now that Asgard is in trouble, our country will never sit idly by.

As long as we can form an alliance, our country is willing to dispatch the Phantom Fleet and share the maritime pressure for Asgard. In the southern Caucasus offensive, the Burgundians are also willing to send out foreign legions as mercenaries to replace Asgard. "

The emperor looked indifferent, unmoved, Don Juan’s complexion remained unchanged, and continued to add weight:

"Not only that, when necessary, our country can awaken the holy sword left by the original king---Guivayos..."

The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the name.

Chivayos...

The sword of gold, the sword of victory, and the sword of brilliance were also the saber of the sun king back then, known as the sword of the blazing sun. Before the King of the Sun died, he blessed all his body's power with the sword, turning him into a divine weapon.

Purely in terms of power, it is by no means inferior to the sword in the stone. In terms of destructive power, it is even stronger.

After all, this is the destructive crystallization of the purest change faction!

"The emperor of your country is really willing to pay for it."

The emperor chuckled softly, wondering whether it was mocking or anticipating.

For hundreds of years, Guavayus was sealed in the temple under the palace, absorbing the power of the entire kingdom day and night. Its importance is even higher than the ‘archangel·artificial saint’.

Unfortunately, for hundreds of years, no one has been able to gain its approval and become a master who can match it.

To activate him, only at the cost of the emperor's blood and lifespan.

Burgundy was willing to pay such an important capital, but it was beyond the expectations of the Asgard emperor. Unfortunately, the idea is good, but the appetite is a bit exaggerated.

The emperor lowered his head, staring at the alliance book beside him and sneered.

It’s true that ‘Timely Rain’ is good, but it’s a pity that it sounds good, but the price is too high, it’s just wishful thinking.

As a condition of the alliance, Asgard not only has to pay Burgundy's huge cost, but also transfer dozens of taboo technologies and bury more troubles.

If the alliance is successful, then Asgard’s savings for decades may be so easily poached by the Burgundians.

The emperor hummed softly, and threw the alliance book aside: "You want too much, don't you think the price is too much?"

"Of course, these can be discussed."

Don Juan smiled, "You can call the shots down and cross out the technology transfer and national debt, but can your country make some small concessions in other areas?"

The emperor's eyes became more subtle:

"For example?"

"For example, ‘relief’."

Don Juan bowed his head sincerely: "For a long time, Burgundy has longed for faith to be recognized by the Order. Now that Asgard has enjoyed the grace of the gods for so long, can he consider sharing the Lord’s relief? Give Burgundy the first point?"

The emperor did not speak.

The atmosphere became somber, and a faint chill spread from above the throne.

After a long silence, the emperor laughed, his laughter was cold.

He didn’t expect that the Burgundian’s appetite was bigger than he thought... They wanted not only the petty profits in front of them, but also the direct digging of Asgard’s roots and the enjoyment. Skader's treatment after the Third Amendment Act.

Even, to welcome the cult to enter the kingdom, to master the foundation and secrets of the cult...

These **** want to cut their beard from Asgard's hands!

What's the use of more green gold? Can you buy victory and power? No matter how much taboo technology is mastered, under the sect's ban, shouldn't it be destroyed if it should be destroyed?

If you can get the support of the cult, if you can get the status of Asgard, with the support and technology of the cult, under the mobilization of the state apparatus, everything is at your fingertips!

Hasn't Asgard become the behemoth now with the support of the cult?

Although the religious group has fallen into weakness and has lost its repression and authority over the nations, its own heritage is still astonishingly rich. No one knows how many amazing secrets and powers are hidden in this organization that has led the human world for hundreds of years...

For Burgundy, this is an eternal opportunity, even if it pays a huge price, as long as it can be favored by the Order, then everything is worth it!

"Do Burgundians like to dream so much?"

The emperor stared at the envoy under the steps indifferently, "Since you like to talk so much, you don't need to think about forming an alliance this time. After all, there is an old saying..."

He paused, his expression turned mocking:

"——War, let the Burgundians go away."

Don Juan was silent.

For a long time, I shrugged helplessly: "That's really a shame... I hope that your majesty can change his mind as soon as possible. After all, the enthusiasm of our majesty can not last long."

After that, he turned around and left without losing his grace and courtesy.

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Outside the palace, the long-awaited entourage quickly greeted him and put a heavy robe on him to withstand the terrible cold of the Golden Palace in its midsummer period.

In the carriage, the old man named Richelieu asked: "His Royal Highness, how are you talking?"

"Either the Asgardians are crazy, or the Asgardians are not crazy yet, in short, they did not agree."

Don Juan picked up the hot tea and drank it, sneezed, wiped his nose in embarrassment: "However, this is also expected. Teacher Richelieu, please contact the people over there. Already?"

"With some of my previous contacts, I made an appointment with a cardinal to meet the day after tomorrow."

"Very good."

Don Juan nodded, gritted his teeth, and the gentle mask dissipated, showing an irritated grin, "Asgard doesn't want to, let's talk to the Order directly."

"The Order will not agree." Richelieu looked at him, "You are doing useless work."

"No, we are taking the lead~ IndoMTL.com~ Don Juan leaned back on his chair, with a calm expression: "Whether the Asgardians or the sect, I want them to know that we are here to prepare for them. The escape route. It's just that after they refuse this time, don't think of such a discount for the next price. "

"Are you so confident in the situation of this war?" Richelieu looked at him with a complicated expression: "Why do you think Asgard will definitely lose?"

"No, I don't know if Asgard will lose, I just have confidence in my former friends."

Don Juan's eyes are drooping, as if staring at the past time:

"I believe he will win."

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At this moment, the Golden Palace.

Only the emperor and old musicians are left in the palace.

"I heard them arguing all afternoon, and you worked hard." The emperor seemed to be clear about the old musician's dilemma, and he also made a little joke: "Is there any countermeasure?"

The old musician was silent for a moment, and replied: "For today's plan, we have to launch a full-scale war in advance."

For Asgard, it is not difficult to face both offenses at the same time, and it even has more power. But not winning is a shame for Asgard.

Especially since the ship has already capsized in Anglo before, Asgard desperately needs a complete victory to be inspiring. Rather than being so caught in the quagmire of war and having an awkward tug of war with the other side...

"Your Majesty, please authorize the awakening of the giants on the land."

The old musician, please.

Wake up the land giants of today, push them all the way from Fort Blanc, occupy the land territory of Anglu within a month, and then counterattack the Caucasus...

"No need."

The emperor categorically rejected this.

For some reason, the emperor’s firm tone made the old musician suddenly feel a little uneasy...

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