Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 554: Alliance of Father-worried Persons

"Is that all?" Gregory pretended to be surprised at the animals served.

"Ok?"

"Your Majesty, what I mean is that it's better to have a human do the experiment just to be on the safe side." Gregory was very confident. He first asked the guards to stir the mixture carefully with a silver spoon for a few times and showed them the shiny new surface: "It didn't turn black."

Then the monk instructed the guards to fill three cups and feed them to the rabbit and the dog respectively.

The rabbit looked bewildered and drank only a small amount. The dog was forced to gulp down the entire cup and began to bark wildly.

There is one more cup.

Gregory smiled and walked up to the guard, suddenly grabbing his arm.

"what----"

The screams filled everyone's eardrums. No one expected that this skinny, alcoholic guy could burst out with such tremendous strength that he could break the poor guard's bones in an instant with just his bare hands.

Suddenly, all the guns were pointed at the monk.

"I broke your right arm. If you don't want to be a waste for the rest of your life, drink it." Gregory offered the third cup of potion.

It was emerald green, and indistinguishable from the first offering. The guard's mind was in conflict, on the one hand he was afraid that if he refused the potion, he would become disabled, on the other hand he instinctively resisted this dangerous and dark man, he was a devil!
"Drink." The emperor's order came.

The guard had no choice but to open his trembling lips and move closer to the cup. Gregory showed his delight and slowly poured the liquid medicine into the guard's mouth, looking somewhat "kind" at this moment.

As soon as the medicine entered my throat, it tasted like the strongest distilled liquor, but it was strange because there was no alcohol in it.

Then the burning pain spreads from the esophagus to the whole body, especially the injured parts. The drinker feels that his shattered right arm is burning, and the stomach and the parts that were injured and had hidden diseases are also in severe torment.

From the bystander's perspective, beads of sweat quickly appeared on the guard's forehead. He collapsed to the ground with an extremely distorted and painful expression, curled up and began to roll around.

The emperor's brow furrowed.

Gregor used his foot to hold the guard down, and his eagle-claw-like hand accurately grasped the man's right wrist and pulled: "That's enough, you are already extremely healthy, please return to the demeanor of performing your duties."

The guard's body creaked as he was lifted up, and he was surprised to find that all his pain had disappeared, including his right arm that had been shattered.

"This is amazing!" The soldier couldn't believe it and waved it a few more times.

The emperor was also a little stunned. He turned around immediately - the anti-magic device was still running, making annoying noises and uncomfortable arcs of light.

"Your Majesty, just like last time, the decision of whether to drink it is entirely in your hands." Gregory once again said humbly: "But this time the potion is more than enough, you still only need to drink one cup, that is, the cup just now, or accurately weigh 77 grams.

"The rest is up to you. My suggestion is," he lowered his body so that others wouldn't see his eyes, "to reward your loyal subjects."

"." The emperor's voice also trembled slightly. His right hand had already broken free from the queen's embrace, and he could not help but hold down his broken left arm: "My symptoms. The mages of the Forest Tower were helpless. They mentioned a lot of terms, such as sequelae and nerves."

“And I can, just as they, the mages, the servants of the false gods, cannot perform their tricks in your device, but I can.

"It's not because of my own strength, but because of the god I believe in. His love is so great that it can heal everything. Unfortunately, not everyone can understand and bear this love."

"Let's not discuss this for now. You are very good. You can complete it under the device, which is beyond my expectation." He suddenly thought of something and waved to someone in the crowd. William II was signaling to the imperial spellcaster: You can go.

"It is a great honor, Your Majesty, but I would like to offer you some suggestions so that I can better serve you and the Empire."

Later, the range of the palace's anti-magic devices was expanded, but rumors said that the devices in the most core area had been moved away, and the emperor often locked the palace gates, saying that he was practicing some kind of witchcraft.

The top officials of the empire initially thought such rumors were nonsense, because they knew that what the young emperor hated most was supernatural powers.

It was not until more and more circumstantial evidence emerged that the Imperial Speaker, the new Chancellor, and the Emperor's good friend, Field Marshal Helmut, whose friendship was rapidly depreciating with the defeat in the war, felt it necessary to investigate and question His Majesty indirectly.

However, these people were soon distracted by another major event:
Something far more terrible than the Valois approaching the imperial capital has happened again: a rebellion!
At first, there were sporadic mutinies by frontline soldiers. Unlike the rebellion of middle and lower-level officers, they did not take the rise and fall of the empire as their own responsibility. The demands of these soldiers were simple, that is, to cease fire.

If that were the case, the empire would have the confidence to suppress it even if the scale gradually expanded.

Because the General Staff judged that the Valois were not kind enough to leave a way out, but they themselves had big problems. In addition to the material shortage, the unrest in Valois had reached a new climax, and there were even rumors that the "first citizen" of the Republic, Monsieur Maxime, had disappeared.

In other words, the Republic is also in a state of shutdown and they pose no threat for the time being, allowing the Imperial Army to carefully deal with the mutinous guys.

Unfortunately, the masters in the imperial capital made a wrong judgment. It was not only the soldiers who were accumulating strong dissatisfaction. The farmers who were forced to collect grain, the ordinary citizens whose lives became unstable due to the special war taxes, and the big businessmen who went bankrupt due to the failure of war bonds and the collapse of the financial market. These people were all having a hard time and were angry.

In the capital of Bomiya, beer halls can be found everywhere.

"Soldiers, citizens, and all citizens of the Empire, look at our country. Is it still worthy of our pride? Can it still deliver on its promises to us?

"The Valois have reached the Aude River and are now withdrawing on their own initiative. The fat-bellied general thinks it is his own achievement, but have we won even one victory since the beginning of winter?

"The evil god destroyed a city with hundreds of thousands of people. The tragedy has attracted worldwide attention, but the empire's mouthpieces are all silent and the whole country is indifferent. Do we have to wait until a similar disaster happens in your home and mine?

"The empire is at its most critical moment. Please don't say anything more. I am a Bohemian, a Württemberg, and a Bavarian. Please unite and save it! If the Valois can save their country in this way, we can do better!"

The speaker Pavel Krok waved his speech, arousing the approval of many people. His face flushed, his chest heaved violently, and he said in his heart: Well done, Krok, you did it!
Similar speeches suddenly broke out across the empire, in front-line military camps, cities, and ports. Many propaganda materials and "Secrets of the Imperial Palace" were quickly spread through the same channels, and even on the last page of pirated books, the appeals of these rebels could be seen.

For a time, the "National Salvation League" became famous.

Its initiators are all "emperors of the nth generation", who are rich and well-connected, and can not only recruit frontline soldiers, but also many middle-level and grassroots officers. This fact has not yet been publicized by any media.

As for the masses who were separated by the young masters, a mysterious person provided certain technical support. The introduction route was from Valuana to Byng. Some young masters who were not in the army received professional training and supporting publicity services to make up for the shortcomings in this regard.

The Big Boss behind the mysterious person Valan put down the newspaper, recalled the list of bloody handprints, and complained to Andre:

"What kind of national salvation alliance is this? It's clearly the 'Fathers' Alliance'. The fathers of these young masters are still in important positions around His Majesty William.

"Are there any reports of high-ranking officials or nobles in the imperial capital having heart attacks?"

Andre shook his head: "No."

Rorschach knocked on the table: "If not, then increase the efforts and give more money and supplies to the Fathers."

(End of this chapter)