The injustice system and the war-mad me

It’s not like I can’t get it myself.

He left the Apennines simply because the city of Willis had been burned to the ground.

Now that the two red colors of Osman and Willis have been eliminated——

Then, the patches of red along the Danube River are more eye-catching.

"Caesar, why don't we just shoot them down?"

Sophia asked.

She was very jealous of Italy's wealth.

After staying in the poor place of Moria for so long, I suddenly came to a world of flowers and flowers.

Gee.

how to say.

There's an urge to grab - I mean take - all the good stuff.

"There are many colors." Shu Yichao said: "I only have a few thousand people, and it is very annoying to fill in so many colors."

"Fill in the closest ones first and then talk."

At this time, the level of fragmentation in Apennine is estimated to be comparable only to that of Shinra.

When the time comes, a dozen red ones will be a bit overwhelming for coloring enthusiasts.

"Yes." Sophia nodded and put away the "Art of War" in her hand.

"I understand."

"The important matters of the country, the place of life and death, the way of survival and destruction, must not be ignored."

Before starting a war, you must first think about how to end it.

Other enemies are still there, and the situation on the Apennine Peninsula is delicate. It is not the time to rashly attack the Italian states.

come back next time.

He cannot rely on the power of Khitan Caesar forever.

Sophia said to herself silently.

"Did you deliver the letter of love I sent to that Khitan Caesar?"

The emperor of the Shengnuo Empire, Feitni wore a crimson robe that made her look like a blooming rose.

At this moment, she was looking at the returning messenger with stars in her eyes, obviously hoping that he would bring good news.

But when the messenger took out the box containing her letters, Fetney's expression suddenly changed.

"..." Feitni was silent for a while.

"My dear, I think I need an explanation."

"Your Majesty." The messenger rolled his eyes. He and Fetney were both relatives and elders of each other, so they could speak more relaxedly.

"I think you should be very clear - this letter is very inappropriate."

"I am well aware of your profound wisdom, Your Majesty."

"However, Caesar of Cathay was an impulsive young man. He seemed more interested in the bow, arrow and scimitar in his hand than in a foreign love affair."

The messenger's words were a bit harsh.

Deep wisdom?

Isn't this saying that on the one hand, Fetney is old, and on the other hand, that Fetney only engages in palace struggles and intrigues?

Impulsive boy?

Doesn't this mean that Fetney's stupid operation of letting an old cow eat young grass may cause a military disaster?

As for bows and arrows and machetes?

It's just naming Feternity. It's no use just trying to hide someone's death so that others can't grasp the slightest clue. Caesar of the Cathayans doesn't want to reason with you——

If you don't know how to fight, don't get involved.

Don't wait until then, falling in love will give him a free claim and let him march to Vienna.

Be careful when someone brings a large army to ask for the queen's marriage - as for the dowry, it is this country.

"..." Feitni had a dark face, panted slightly for a while, and then said sadly: "Uncle, am I that unbearable in your eyes?"

"No way, Your Majesty." The messenger lowered his head and said, "I definitely didn't mean to look down on you, Your Majesty."

"..."

That’s what you obviously meant!

Fetney stepped forward, took the box, and took out the letter——

After tearing it into pieces, it was placed in a gold cup filled with wine and studded with precious stones.

Immediately afterwards, Fetney shook the wine in the cup and poured it on the delicate flowers blooming in the flowerpot next to it.

What is she doing?

The messenger didn't understand.

Afterwards, Fetney took out a bottle of something that looked like perfume and sprinkled a few drops on the roses.

The next moment, the messenger widened his eyes.

I saw that the delicate flowers that were bright red a moment ago quickly shrank, withered, and finally turned into dark charcoal...

"what?"

The messenger almost dropped his jaw.

"poison?"

He got it!

Since one of the Scourges of God has died on their wedding night.

So why can't another one die on their wedding night?

You can even take this opportunity to get the Norma Empire!

Blood rose.

It is indeed a blood rose!

Fetney said calmly: "These two types, if kept separately, have no toxicity. No matter how you detect them, they are just perfume."

"It is toxic when combined, but is not effective on tough skin and is not generally considered a poison."

"However……"

Fetney shook the bottle and pointed to her nose: "People have to breathe."

"Facing a beautiful woman, who can't help but take a deep breath of her fragrance when they are having fun?"

"Just a little..."

"A small amount, deadly, and absolutely concealed."

“The person doesn’t even die on the spot—it just festers in the mouth, nose, and heart later in life.”

"Until the end, I just thought I was sick."

"Ordinary people may just become sick people lying in bed and unable to get out."

"But for a brave knight - that is enough to destroy all his honor and pride."

"..." The messenger realized that his own initiative might ruin Fetney's major event.

"It's okay." Fetney comforted.

"We still have a chance."

"and……"

"It doesn't matter if you fail."

Feitni looked to the south and murmured to herself.

"Soon all countries will be united."

"after all……"

"Caesar of Cathay is too young."

Chapter 73 - World Alliance Army

"Caesar of Cathay is too young."

The Eternal City, where the Pope is located, is among the most glorious churches in the world.

The Pope spoke slowly.

All the archbishops looked solemn.

Originally, they were still wondering why the Pope called them here today.

As a result, the Pope actually asked them to send envoys to various countries, calling on emperors, kings, princes, and dukes from all over the world to form a world crusade together, and then attack the Khitan Caesar!

All the archbishops expressed doubts.

This is so unimaginable.

Not to mention that there are a lot of new and old grudges between various countries, almost a mess.

To put it simply, the Khitan Caesars only had a few thousand people in total——

In order to defeat him, the whole world needs to work together?

I'm afraid not all monarchs will take this news as a joke.

Just when everyone was talking.

The Pope opened his eyes, which were almost submerged in the folds, and spoke slowly.

"Caesar of Cathay is too young."

He stood up and walked stiffly.

"Anyone who has seen Khitan Caesar can guess how old he is."

The Pope's eyes slowly passed in front of each archbishop, looking at their expressions of surprise, worry, or fear.

"Someone guessed he was 15 years old."

"Someone guessed he was 16 years old."

"Some people guess he is 17 years old."

The Pope stopped in his tracks, and then used the slightest voice to speak the most deafening words.

"But no one dares to guess him!"

"Even Alexander the Great, who almost conquered the entire world, was 20 years old when he succeeded to the throne!"

"Attila, the whip of God who also made the world tremble, did not become king until he was 30 years old!"

"And Caesar of Khitan, a boy who may only be 15 years old, has now restored an empire!!"

The archbishops were horrified.

"Such a young Scourge of God." A smile appeared on the corner of the Pope's mouth.

"Who dares to let him exist anymore?"

"Who can still allow him to exist?"

"No king wants to see this -"

exclaimed the Pope.

"This world no longer allows another Alexander!"

The Archbishop had to admit that the Pope was right.