Fairy’s Box

Tiandu. Alonidan. Hub Cabinet

"The South Wilderness Swamp has been very restless during this period. The black barbarians have invaded and looted the border, and the defenders have been retreating... Sixteen frontier towns have suffered catastrophes, countless citizens have been killed and injured, and the losses have reached three billion sol... Two Your Excellencies What do you think?"

Archon Isaiah put down the document in his hand, pointed the cover with two slender fingers, and pushed it to the opposite side of the council table.

"This is not the responsibility of the defenders. In the final analysis, it is because we have drawn too many troops from the border guards. Without the reorganized natural disaster knights stationed, the long border line cannot be defended."

Consul Isabel took a sip of the strong tea, raised his well-made face, the two dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible, and said in a calm tone:

"However, the accountability must continue. The defending generals are downgraded by three levels, the colonel is down two levels, the lieutenant cannot be upgraded within five years, and all officials above the local mayor will be dismissed... Those who escape from battle will all be hanged."

Archon Isaiah nodded undeniably. This kind of treatment was indeed considered to be tolerant.

Consul Hans took over the document, and after reading it carefully, he said with a livid face: "These black savages are undoubtedly human-shaped beasts.

"It's not the time yet." Isabel held up the white porcelain cup and breathed a sigh of heat.

"No, now is the best time." Isaiah glanced at the female consul with a dissatisfied look on her face, and said coldly:

"Your Majesty's expedition has not yet returned, and the troops in the territory are empty. The three hungry wolves of Ibilis, Frank, and Achaemeni are ready to move. Now is the time to take this opportunity to calm people's hearts."

"You mean to send troops to conquer the Southern Wilderness?" Isabel said with a sarcastic look on her face, "Where are you planning to recruit troops? Are you planning to spend money to hire Crusaders?"

"You can't be impatient with this kind of big thing. Let's make plans when His Majesty returns in triumph." Consul Hans began to chat with the mud.

Isaiah sat up straight, stared at the two colleagues with burning eyes, and said confidently: "Who said we don't have an army in our hands, isn't there an army in the imperial city?"

"In the imperial city?"

The faces of the two consuls first appeared bewildered, and then their expressions changed drastically, and they asked in unison: "You mean... the Royal Guard?"

"Are you crazy? That's His Majesty's personal army, and it cannot be invoked without a divine edict. This precedent cannot be broken!" Consul Hans first jumped up from his seat, put his hands on the council table, and roared hoarsely. road.

The Royal Guard, one of the three major armies of Rosevia, is also the most mysterious armies. Its historical record is only inferior to that of the Knights of the Holy Armor, and its combat effectiveness is beyond doubt.

This is a palace guard that Emperor Agarik personally recruited after he declared himself emperor. It is customary for the generals to be appointed by the emperor himself, and all the expenses and military salaries consumed are borne by the royal treasury.

In other words, it is the private army of the royal family, but it is just a sign of the regular army.

Although the hub cabinet nominally leads the country's government affairs and is happy to grab power bit by bit from the emperor's hands, they would not dare to take a hundred courage to steal the royal family's private army.

Regardless of whether the Kingsguard is willing to listen to the cabinet's orders, let's just say that if this evil case is opened, what sense of security will the royal family have in the future? At that time, to eliminate the negative impact of this evil case, I don’t know how many lives will be filled in. Anyway, the three consuls are the first, and the best end is a life sentence.

"When did I say that the cabinet ordered the Kingsguard to be called?" Isaiah smiled lightly, pressing down with both hands, signaling the other party not to be so nervous:

"Have you forgotten? His Majesty the Emperor is our lord, and His Majesty the Queen is also our lord."

The status of women in Rosevia is very high, because they are quite good at slashing people with swords, and they are not inferior to men in terms of quality and quantity, but the group of female men is not very popular.

This principle has been extended to the issue of imperial lineage. The Law of Succession to the Throne stipulates that women also have the legal right to inherit, although...there has never been a female god-monarch in history.

The difference between the emperor and the queen is nothing more than the difference between the main ruler and the deputy ruler. It is not a violation of the rules to ask your majesty the queen to mobilize the Royal Guard.

"Your Majesty the Queen?"

Consul Hans's expression suffocated, and his face suddenly improved a lot, and his tiredness was swept away at the same time: "Accordingly, His Majesty Shalan has the authority to do this, but there is no precedent. This matter still has to be asked by the emperor."

"It's been two days since our last performance, and His Majesty the Emperor still hasn't responded, which shows that the battle is fierce. If you don't seize the time to fight back this time, the barbarians will retreat to the swamp after the plundering of the barbarians. At that time, even if you wanted to send troops, there was no chance!"

"Isaiah, you are too impatient!" Isabelle knocked on the table in dissatisfaction.

"I have no way not to be impatient! You and I are well aware of the status quo of the empire's foreign powers and middle-level cadres, let alone other countries' big and small eyeliners. Therefore, we must at least show the means and determination to strike a thunderbolt, so as to make them calm down!"

"Oh, Isaiah, you lunatic!" The consul raised her eyebrows with an angry look.

"Crazy? No, no, no, I'm just sharp, and you, a woman, is not just dull." Isaiah's eyes flashed with anger, and she sneered at each other.

"Isaiah is right, we can't help but fight back. The more we are in this situation, the less we can show our weakness." Consul Hans suddenly interjected. Before Isaiah's face was happy, he added:

"But we can't call the Kings Guard, which will make others think that the empire is at the end of the shot. Even if the black barbarian is punished, it will not achieve the effect of shocking and deterring."

"What do you mean? We have other options?" Isabelle asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I suddenly realized that there is indeed an unknown power in our hands." Consul Hans smiled, then got up and patted the back of the chair behind him, and said loudly:

"The origin of these woods is the World of Trees. Ovidis!"

"Your consciousness is...with the help of the power of the tree elves?" Archon Isaiah stared blankly at the seat, his eyes brightening.

"That's right! The tree elves have been afraid in our shadow for eight hundred years, and not long ago, the old General Cromwell shot again, greatly deepening this fear and completely interrupting this group of sharp-eared savages. The last bone of the class."

Consul Hans confidently sat back in his seat and said tepidly:

"Select their elite troops and form a foreign army. At the same time, there is no problem in slaughtering black barbarians. You must know that tree elves are also experts in jungle warfare!"

"Your Excellency is indeed far-sighted!" Isabelle showed an expression of admiration.

"I'm losing!" Isaiah bowed her hands in a convincing salute.

"Hahahaha." Consul Hans was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing out loud.

After a short period of touting and touting each other, the hub cabinet decided to make the suppression of the black barbarians in the Southern Wild Swamp an important agenda, followed by the question of who should send Ovidis as an envoy.

Isaiah pondered for a moment, and picked out the ideal candidate in her heart:

"I don't think anyone is more qualified to take on this important role than General Jonathan Philip Tudor. He is the son of the old General Cromwell, and this name is enough to make the tree elf afraid."

"However, even in the blue blood family, there will not always be strong ones, and General Jonathan has no ability to pass through the time-space tunnel." Consul Isabel reminded kindly.

"You don't need to worry about it, he can drive the rig, and the latest rig can carry six people." Isaiah replied calmly, and hinted that the other party couldn't keep up with the times.

"Now that the remnants of the Supreme Court have been killed, and the sixth-order knights are enough to run amok, let General Jonathan go." Consul Hans considered for a long time and cast a decisive vote.

After the head of the cabinet integrated their opinions, a proposal for a tree elf mercenary was quickly drafted, because now is wartime, and it only needs to be stamped with the red seal of the hub cabinet, and it does not need to be approved by the House of Commons, and it can take effect immediately.

Just as the three of them were discussing the improvement of this agenda, the thorn flower carvings on the walls of the hub cabinet suddenly turned blood-like scarlet, covering the bright white lights of the hall, as if a layer of magma had been applied to the interior. , the roar of the burning flames constantly came from the inside of the glyph.

The expressions of the three consuls changed drastically, and immediately stood up respectfully, rubbing their chests and turning to the side of the thorn flowers.

There was a "whoosh" in the air, and the golden beam of light passed through the center of the carving and projected directly on the corner of the council table, where a golden arrow was already lying on the table.

"Golden Arrow Biography?"

Consul Hans hurried forward, hurriedly grabbed the tail of the arrow, and held it flat in front of him. Isabel and Isaiah walked quickly, the three of them formed a triangle, one held the tip of the arrow, the other held the body of the arrow, and the other held the tail of the arrow.

Golden Arrow Chuanshu, the highest standard encrypted form, must be activated by three consuls at the same time to reveal the content.

Just after Isabel held the arrow for the last time, the golden arrow silently turned into a firework and exploded, and the furious voice of Emperor Romulus suddenly resounded in his mind:

"Where is my army!? The Kingsguard, put my Kingsguard on the battlefield! Notify the **** of the Institute, I want them to block the big hole immediately at any cost! If it can't be done, I will cut it for me. their heads!"

"Follow the decree!"

The three of them knew that it was just a recording, but they were still scared into a cold sweat by the emperor's anger.

Isabel subconsciously squeezed the sides of the clothes, and looked at the other two in shock: "What happened to the upper realm, you really want to call the Kingsguard."

"Your Majesty's meaning is very clear. The flaw in the big hole has been found by the enemy." Consul Isaiah quickly cleared his mind and divided the tasks resolutely:

"Your Excellency Isabelle, you have always been in charge of the Knights of the Holy Armor. This time, it is you who will contact General Casper. Your Excellency Hans, the plan to suppress the black barbarians will be entrusted to you to continue. I will inform the Institute now."