From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 212 Regent Royal Family State Religion
“Is retreat a way to advance?”

The old emperor squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then continued:

"My daughter, I believe you are smart enough to deal with any problems in the imperial political arena, but... that man is different from others."

"Huh, what's the difference between him and other imperial nobles?"

Agnes snorted coldly, a little disdainfully.

Of course, for this princess who has established a firm foothold in the imperial political arena at such a young age and has supported her own power, she is indeed qualified to express disdain for other imperial nobles.

Although the Princess Party is currently at a disadvantage, Agnes is confident that she can turn the situation around with her next plan.

"Aren't they all greedy people who covet the foundation of our Leon Dynasty? They are just smarter than other worms, have been in business longer, and are more ruthless and decisive in their behavior."

"Hahaha cough cough cough cough."

Hearing Agnes's words, Frederico smiled and shook his head.

There was a hint of gloom in Frederico's eyes.

"Norton II is completely different from other enemies you face. His final demand is not even the throne in this grand palace. Because of this, he will be more difficult to deal with."

Then, after standing up and saluting him, he left the palace directly.

Frederico interrupted his daughter somewhat roughly, and then said:

"For what? Humph."

"There's no need to call anyone. I know the condition of my body best. I won't die until the last day."

"But he obviously"

The latter didn't say anything, nodded and walked out directly.

"If you have been relying on the experience and methods of fighting traditional imperial aristocrats to deal with him, then you are making a big mistake.
This is why I think that your 'retreat in order to advance' will actually make you fall into the trap set by Norton II! "

He raised his hand to stop Agnes from calling the royal doctor, picked up the handkerchief from the bed, wiped the corners of his mouth, and slowly drank a sip of warm water.

"If you really want to fight him, you must abandon the traditional party struggle experience in your mind and adopt a more radical approach."

But because of this move, a series of violent coughs were triggered, and the whole face turned red in a short time.

After a long while, Agnes reached out and helped her father lie down on the pillow again.

"Father, what are you talking about?"

Frederico's words caused Agnes to fall silent.

Frederico's cold words sounded before Agnes stepped out of the palace.

"Agnes!"

"The 'throne' doesn't matter to him at all, but not having 'us' matters to him, you know what I mean?"

Listening to her father's somewhat self-defeating words, Agnes frowned imperceptibly, but soon relaxed, and then continued to listen patiently to her father's words.

"If the 'throne' is not important to him, then why is he forming a clique for personal gain and trying every means to suppress me and our royal family?!"

Agnes expressed her objections to her father outright for the first time tonight.

The emperor's palace became quiet again.

I don't know how long it took, but a third person's voice sounded in the palace.

"It seems she didn't listen to you."

As the voice sounded, a figure walked out of the shadows in the corner of the palace, and finally stopped in front of the emperor's bed.

If any devout believer in the state religion saw this man's attire, he would immediately kneel down on the ground to worship and kiss his toes.

Jules Mazarin, the archbishop who should have appeared at the Star Dragon Altar to preach, now appeared in the emperor's palace. "If she could have listened to me, the situation would not be like this."

The old emperor glanced at the elegant archbishop and was not surprised by his appearance.

In other words, he knew that the archbishop had been in the palace all along.

"I'm curious that Agnes didn't notice your presence."

"Her Royal Highness the Princess's 'Dragon Power' and 'Dragon Sense' have indeed improved greatly compared to before, but the power of faith cannot be underestimated.

Obviously, because of my identity and my devout faith, Lord Dragon God has given me enough protection. "

Jules Mazarin opened his hands, and a layer of pale golden light forming a 'robe' flashed past him.

"Are each of your archbishops required to maintain this state of blabbering?"

"."

Frederico's words were enough to offend the 'wrath of God'. Jules Mazarin's face froze for a moment, but he still tried his best to maintain his expression.

"The Dragon God is above me. It's hard to imagine that an emperor like you would appear in a country under the protection of the Dragon God."

Jules Mazarin's counterattack was equally merciless, but the old emperor showed no sign of this.

Obviously this is not the first time these two have 'slammed' each other like this.

"I'm a dying person and don't have much time to argue with you. Let's get down to business.
Frederico waved his hand and took the initiative to end the topic.

Jules Mazarin also sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed, and he casually placed the long staff, symbolizing the archbishop's authority, on the armrest.

"I still maintain my long-held view. If you come forward to confront the Regent, the situation will definitely be better than now. At least the royal family will not be completely suppressed by the Regent and his gang."

"You know the ability of Norton II. Even in the current situation, I can only compete with him, but what's the use? Exhausting the last energy in the confrontation will make me die prematurely. , and let him easily overcome the remaining obstacles?"

"Maybe you shouldn't have issued an edict to hand over the power of regency to him at that time."

"Oh, then the Leon Dynasty and the state religion will become history at that time. You religious people still don't understand what an imperial military aristocrat with a profound foundation accumulated over several generations can achieve."

"Then what are you going to do now, Your Majesty?"

Jules Mazarin put away his relaxed expression and said seriously:
"The church is willing to stand with the royal family, not just to see you die suddenly a few months later."

"Archbishop, do you know how the royal family maintains its rule over the empire?"

"The bloodline of Star Dragon makes the people of the empire bow before you, and the powerful force makes the nobles of the empire surrender to you. Anyway, that's what the former archbishop said."

"So he is a former archbishop"

Frederico seemed to have remembered something funny, shook his head with a smile, and then looked at Jules Mazarin.

“The theory of blood can only deceive the ignorant people, and the force controlled by the royal family cannot suppress the unified imperial aristocracy. The Leon Dynasty has survived to this day because of its long-term layout.

I also believe that the layout we have laid out over the years is enough for us to complete the winning blow in the final showdown. "

"What about Her Royal Highness the Princess? You have never told her about these things you did."

"Agnes? Doesn't she want to 'take retreat in order to advance'?"

At the mention of this name, the love and doting in the old emperor's eyes lasted for a moment, and then changed back to that emotionless state.

"Let her 'retire'. She can also help test the quality of Norton II."

"You are really cold-blooded towards your only heir." Jules Mazarin shrugged, but did not raise any objection to the old emperor's approach.

"Heir? If you can complete the research on the 'Star Dragon Body' before everything is irreversible, then there will be no need for any successor in the future."

Under the dim light of the palace, the Archbishop calmly looked at the shadow behind Frederico, and a pair of huge dragon wings slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)