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Chapter 553 Bullying the King
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There was a dull roar from the cannons of the Valois National Guard, which were no longer firing solid or explosive-filled shells, but special hollow-point shells.

After flying to a certain height, the two tin shells disintegrated, and colorful leaflets floated out from inside.

The main content of the leaflets was to persuade the people to surrender, retreat and establish a republic, and to oppose imperialism, war and evil gods. The National Guard showed an attitude: It is not that our army will not retreat, but that your emperor will not negotiate.
On the one hand, the National Guard was under pressure from the supply lines, and on the other hand, it wanted to show its sincerity, so it gradually retreated and basically returned to the front line at the beginning of the autumn offensive. It only stationed in the northwest of the Black Forest and dug trenches to confront the Imperial Army.

Of course, the confrontation was still painful. Both sides temporarily lost the strength to break through each other's defenses and were freezing in the trenches due to humidity, injuries and severe cold.

By January, there was no longer any war between the three great powers on the continent. It was just two hypoglycemic patients holding on, with a schizophrenic patient lending a fist to each side.

During the stalemate, someone came up with a bad idea, but the National Guard began to attack the Imperial Army. In fact, the Republic had always regarded itself as an advanced institution and frantically promoted its own slogans, which had little effect. After it conquered the Low Countries and became a sister republic, the whole world snorted in disdain: That's it?
Recently, Valois' propaganda department seemed to have suddenly come to its senses. The slogans they put out have become urging peace and jointly facing the evil god, and the most ruthless move:
The damn Southerner got some gossip about the Imperial Palace from somewhere and discovered that the beautiful and innocent Empress was actually on good terms with an evil monk, who was even allowed by the Emperor to enter and leave the palace.

They immediately used the talents of the Valois people and made up stories that the monk was gifted and could pass through the barrel of a cannon with his flesh body, or that he had the power to transform himself and whenever the queen was in a bad mood he could turn into a stallion to comfort her. In short, they kept making more and more false accusations against William II.

There is no need to talk about other slogans, the soldiers on the front line love to see this, no matter how wild it is, they only care how powerful it is.

It's so powerful, so powerful that the unscrupulous Istani people printed pirated copies and sold them all over the world.

When these imperial soldiers entered the sage time, they began to wonder, is this thing real? If it is true, then I can only talk about love with girls in the rotten ditch, while the dignified emperor of the empire is playing special play in the back?

Can this be tolerated?
The mood of unrest and discontent was already growing, and even a crudely printed pulp novel could serve as fuel.

After realizing that something was wrong, the Imperial Army issued a temporary decree: Anyone who still possessed leaflets distributed by the enemy or publications from Valois would be guilty of a felony, and would be sentenced to death by shooting. The superimposed charges included cowardice, treason, and leaking secrets.
As for the high-ranking officials of the Empire, it is absolutely wrong to say that they have done a good job. With internal and external troubles at the moment, if the former Chancellor Otto had not retired, he would have been so angry that he would have had a heart attack, and before he died, he would have held a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right hand to clear out the imperial court from the Imperial Parliament Building to the Imperial Army General Staff before he could close his eyes;
But can we say that they did a bad job? You can't wrongly accuse these people. Together, they created a nearly perfect information house for the new emperor, who was still young. No matter that the series of masterpieces such as "Secrets of the Imperial Palace" and "Under the Skirts of the Emperor and Empress" were about to top the international bestseller list, the wise emperor didn't hear any rumors.

Perhaps there were loyal and patriotic ministers around him, but that gentleman could not stand what the emperor was doing at the time and resigned in anger:

The machines roared. At this moment, the emperor and the empress were in the basement of the palace, where the long-lasting anti-magic device operated.

They were watching Gregory's "witchcraft show".

Gregory will prepare a secret medicine in front of His Majesty to make up for the Emperor's regret.

For safety reasons, he could only verbally describe what materials he needed, which were collected by the palace, delivered by the guards, and then prepared on the spot in front of the anti-magic device and in front of the emperor and empress. In addition to the two lords of the empire, there were also many guards and empire spellcasters who were unable to cast spells.

This is a secret, enclosed underground place. Fortunately, the machines provide heat, so that the space is not as freezing cold as the outside world.

With the interference of machines, even ordinary magic potions are unlikely to succeed, and the disordered environmental magic means that the entire alchemy process will be out of control.

But the demon monk was at ease. He waited patiently until the materials were ready - nothing more than various plants, some blood and rare mineral powders.

The Queen held the Emperor's right hand tightly - William never let anyone touch his left arm. Perhaps he would not do that again in the future, the Queen looked at her husband expectantly, and then looked at Gregory who was carefully preparing the medicine with the same eyes.

The monk was calm and composed. He slowly ground the herbs and began to boil them.

The brass spoon stirred a vortex in the crucible, and the spiral of the medicine soup made the audience feel a little tired. Especially when Gregory poured the ground crystal powder into the pot, the glittering traces on the surface of the solution made the emperor's eyelids start to fight. Gregory's slender fingers stirred and stirred, and it was unknown when he finally stopped.

At this time, except for him, everyone had fallen into a deep sleep, and the queen and the emperor fell on the soft chairs behind them.

The monk smiled with satisfaction, took out a small bottle of smelling salts, and put it under the captain's nostrils. A closer look revealed that the man was none other than the believer of the Mother Goddess who had met Gregory before.

"I really fell asleep."

"There are many drugs that can induce hypnosis, and not all of them require extraordinary powers to achieve. Many people forget this."

"Then why can't you be hypnotized?"

"I should ask you why you are still hypnotized?" Gregory stared at the captain with his piercing eyes in his dark eye sockets, making him feel unprecedented pressure. The monk's thin, bloodless lips opened and closed: "It means you are not pious enough, and you haven't accepted enough grace from your mother."

Fortunately, he did not pursue the matter further: "Okay, hurry up."

"Is this really necessary? But only the technicians can start the machine. The best I can do is to stop it."

"Go ahead and do it quickly, we don't have much time."

In the space filled with dreams, all the clocks of the magic-forbidden device began to stop, and the core rotated slower and slower. Before it completely stopped, Gregory could actually start to exert his power.

He began the ritual, not using the materials he had prepared in advance, but by opening his thin robe and stabbing his abdomen with a knife. Over and over again, he vomited a thick, dark liquid that dripped into the crucible.

After doing all this, he slowly walked to the device. He did not study its structure, but just put his hand on it, and the core actually began to slowly resume its rotation speed.

After doing this, he extended his slender, pale hand toward the queen again.

"Am I asleep?" William felt that he had completely closed his eyes for a moment. But now he was standing, his posture did not change, and the same was true for others.

The Queen moved her inquiring eyes to the face of the person next to her and smiled sweetly: "No, Your Majesty. You must be a little tired, but you are still standing here firmly."

"That's good." William was somewhat happy to find that he had not lost his composure.

"Your Majesty, the medicine has been prepared."

"Isn't it just mixing together a bunch of random materials? Will it really work?" The emperor waved his hand doubtfully, and the guards took out two cages, one containing a rabbit and one containing a dog.

(End of this chapter)