Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 493 Power from violence (below)

In the tower, Cyril snorted:

"I dare say that even if it is a sage, when he sees the situation of today's star-studded national suspicion, it is hard to say that he will not regret the decision of the year.

This time, Tyres listened quietly and did not speak.

But he remembered when he was trying to turn the madness in the Palace of the Spirit, to convince the five Dagong.

[The current weakness and turmoil of the stars is not an accident, but the necessity after embarking on this road. 】

[This is what Xianjun left for the stars. 】

At that time, this was the "argument" that he had vowed to swear, and he tried to extract it. It was only used to temporarily shake several big men.

To be honest, even he does not believe it.

But now...

Tyres clenched his fist unconsciously.

It’s not enough to watch his Cyrill silently. After shaking his head, he raises his tone, moves his tone, and says the next sentence:

"But do you know, we, our thin guys, maybe just the horrible future of your ‘overcoming obstacles’ success ‘topping up’...”

The duke's tone is very light, like the devil's ear slang:

"The most inconspicuous part."

Taylors looked up.

"What do you mean?"

I saw the horrible West Duke no longer looking at him, but screaming at himself:

"Do you think that after the demise of our vassal lords and the old aristocrats in the dominating place have completely disappeared, the civilians who have been seated in the country at the meeting, the new aristocrats who are reliant on you will be satisfied. Will be willing, will you retreat?"

Cyril’s eyes slowly became murderous:

"When you step on the throne and press the princes to gather power, you think that the royal family is going to contain the princes, and where should the large number of standing soldiers who are not worthy of support go? Where is the biting mad dog out of the way like Arak Mu? Like Sonia What can a woman who is like a sinister sorcerer like Susley bring to you? A shameless **** like Williams who can make a difference in the ruling and the wild?

Taylors took a deep breath.

The three handsome men of the stars.

He remembered the wrath of the wild kingdom, remembered the flower of the steady fortress, and remembered...

The wing of the hateful legend.

And they squat from the Broken Dragon Fortress to the Blades Camp... countless, frequent mobilization, has gradually become the royal reserve army of the kingdom.

"As for the '狡狐' Caso in the 御前会, '钱袋' 裘可·曼, '大兵' Reid, even Godwin's old man, sharp-faced Connie, so loyal to you, to defeat the power The nobility is the party’s own party. After they have done it, what will they leave for you and what are you asking for?”

The Duke’s words are becoming more and more dangerous:

"You think that when the comet is supreme and the land is no threat, when countless humblers have followed the king's will, erase the natural fear of the high, and then merge into the torrent, beat the old day. Chen, when he became a new generation of aristocrats, serving the supreme kingship..."

Cyril’s voice was sharp enough to penetrate the door, and Tyles sounded like a viper:

"Can you sit back and relax?"

Taylors has been silent for a long time.

Obviously, the Duke did not intend to let him go.

"What is even more terrible."

Having said that, Cyril’s tone has been a bit embarrassing, quite a bit alarmist:

"When those merchants who climbed the ranks of the nobility by relying on you to sell the official princes, they found that their gold coins could no longer buy more glory. When those knights who won the title by exploiting the wasteland of the frontiers, they found their swords. Can't be exchanged for the glory of the Six Dukes of the founding of the country..."

I don't know when, Cyril started to pace again - this is the fascinating Taylors who realized after hearing the other party's voice from the near left:

"When those professional bureaucrats who worked hard to understand the words and sentences, they could only exchange a modest salary in the case of the case, when the creditors in the Wang family bank found that the king had no intention or could not pass the internal copying. Or expand outwards to sell franchises, increase debt, and expand profits..."

"When countless new aristocrats yearn for more power status and interests, they can no longer find big targets like us, and can't find the enemy they can plunder, the object they can ask for..."

Still the Duke's exclusive discourse with a harsh tone, but Taylors no longer feels a bit of humor and humor.

Boom!

Cyril’s crutches slammed.

I saw the West Duke guardian blocking the window, the stature of the back, the wide but empty leather gown, like the shadow of the eclipse to cover him:

"Do you think that they have lost the fear of the high-ranking people, and they can't wait for the power, who is most likely to point the new target?"

“Is it up or down?”

Falkenhaz cold and cold road:

"Who is up, who is down?"

"What happens to the up, down, what will happen?"

up.

down.

Unknowingly, Tyres’s left hand has firmly gripped the JC dagger tied to the bed.

Any change has a price.

The young man thought for himself.

Some of the costs may not be obvious at the time, but as Cyril said when he said the game...

After a hundred steps.

Well, he, Tells Comet.

Could it be that after "hundred steps"?

"Not mentioning these is your speculation..."

Tyres took a deep breath and cheered up and shook his head:

"If the situation is really the case, then this can't be avoided."

"Then, we will inevitably have corresponding methods, such as re-adjusting the situation and balancing the interests - there will always be a better way out."

But Cyril sneered at him—not his usual depraved or satirical goal of offending people, but true and true, from the heart of disdain.

"So you have never been a ruler..."

"Hey, do you really think that your people are sincere and loyal, and good people who know how to report? If they are in good governance, they will live and work in peace and contentment. As long as you give them benefits, they will be satisfied, grateful to support you, support you, even if you Are you going to hell?"

Tyres over his head and frowned.

"Repeat," the prince was stunned:

"I don't like to ask."

But this time, Cyril no longer ate his "rhetorical question" set:

"Go to his mother."

The Duke of the Western Expedition did not give face to the cold, and Taylors swore that he even heard some local talents used to say that the West is empty:

"This is not a face-to-face transaction. Your people are not businessmen. You hand them money. They will return the goods to you in the next hand. This is not a bar fight. You can earn your dignity and suppress your opponent with your fist alone. ”

Boom!

The Duke’s figure swayed, taking a big step forward very quickly, and the robe that was blown by the cold wind, like the vultures of hunting, pressed to Tell:

"The world is not so simple. It can be rewarded simply by hard work. It can be rewarded simply by paying. It is simple that if you work together, you will have the benefits of the future."

"People are not so simple. Simple to the grace of the newspaper, let the profit be sufficient, the torture is fearful, and the Garvey is served."

Cyril’s tone is sharp and profitable, just like the reprimand of hating iron:

"Do not."

He looked at some of the surprised Taylors and slammed the wall with a cane:

"Since helping my uncle to help the government, I have ruled the West for more than 20 years. Believe me, your people can always give you unexpected and counterproductive feedback."

"A person may cooperate, maybe be loyal, maybe obey, but a group of thousands of people?"

Falkenhauser snorted, his eyes were cold, alert and alert, just like facing a flame that could not be touched:

"A group of people, that is, the beast with no appetite, the shark that never satisfies, will always respond to the ruler beyond his expectation and let you be caught off guard."

Taylors is a little stunned.

This looks like Cyril...

It’s not normal, at least not six years ago.

If he is not acting.

I saw Cyril turning around and gnashing his teeth:

"You hate your people, they will hate you more; you love your people, but they will not necessarily love you; the power of high pressure may usher in a more fierce resistance, but the interests of Huimin may not bring true heart. Loyalty; good intentions and bad wishes are more commonplace."

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The Duke’s pace was getting faster and faster, and the crutches hit the ground in a row, giving a heart-rending grunt.

"At the end of the kings, the first king who used the letter crow instead of the messenger messenger brought unprecedented changes to the world, but he eventually died under the ridiculous crime of "playing things and mourning the people."

"After more than a thousand years ago, the Emperor Bashir was kind and committed to reforming the old system. He wanted to give shelter to the people who had nowhere to live, but he was depressed in the grievances and turmoil."

Listening to these historical stories that are both strange and familiar, Tyres frowned.

"You mean, we are walking on an uncontrollable road. Maybe we will go to the consequences of unexpected and counterproductive? We can't reverse it with human resources, and we can't turn around and avoid it."

The duke is not allowed.

So Taylors responded with a cold and unrelenting response:

"Then the big momentum you just said is unstoppable. Isn’t it all about worry and vigilance?"

But it seems that Cyril has also been provoked with anger. He first screamed, and the crutches slammed and stopped:

"No, what I said is-"

"Looking for simple and rude means to harvest direct and effective results, this is often half the battle."

He stared at Tyres straight away:

"Even if the purpose is correct and the direction is correct, if the means are biased or the method is wrong, it is very likely that it will be in vain and even self-defeating."

"This is the problem we are facing - the mistake that your father and his enemies have made together."

The purpose is correct and the direction is correct.

Means deviation, method error.

Your father, and his enemies.

The mistakes made together.

At that moment, Taylor suddenly realized the meaning of Cyril.

And his position.

Just listen to Cyril’s cold and cold road:

"The powerful ancient empire guarded the thorns with heavy martial arts. The Duke of Thorns ruled this southwestern province, which is known for its resistance, with an iron fist. They were convinced to be obedient, and it seemed to be very successful and effective, and the emperor was quite admired."

The Duke’s words changed, and the embarrassment:

"However, when the time of the decline of the empire came, the flag rebellion was the strongest. Finally, the head of the provincial governor and the Duke of Thorns was put on the flagpole to destroy the Imperial Army. It was not the others who broke the map of the Empire. It is these thorny sons! ”

In the more and more brainstorming, Tyres took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall:

"If I remember correctly, Falkenhaus, with the skull of the four eyes as the emblem, your national language is 'power from violence'?"

He whispered, waiting for the other party's response.

Power comes from violence.

The Duke of the West is slightly stagnation.

He was silent for a long while until a cold wind blew.

"Correct."

The duke was faintly authentic, and his eyes presented a rare complex:

"But outsiders only know this sentence."

"This is the worst sentence."

The face is horrible, and Cyril, who looks like a human figure, stares at Taylors.

Power comes from violence, the worst sentence.

"So..." Tells asked tentatively.

But Cyril Falkenhaus interrupted him unkindly, and the cold whispered, in a deep tone, a string of words that made Taylors unable to sit in danger:

"Power dominates interests, interests lead to conflicts, conflicts produce violence, violence leads to obedience, obedience forms habits, habits cast order, and order reconfirms power."

Taylors stunned.

It’s very strange, the sound is sharp, and the hoarse and fascinating Falkenhaus, this time, but the words are arrogant, as if with some respect:

"This is the logic of 'power comes from violence': a loop that is perfect and impossible to break."

"As for the power and violence that outsiders relish, it is just two small puzzles."

Cyril bowed his head, narrowed his eyes and held a cane, like a vulture that stood by the trees and stood by:

"But too many people like to simplify, skip a lot of steps in the middle, think that giving benefits can win obedience, and that resorting to violence can bring power - this is the biggest problem."

“Especially reformers who want to bring change to the world and change what people are used to.”

Power comes from violence.

Just... two of them are puzzles.

The words of Falkenhauser made Tyres begin to meditate.

Cyril snorted again:

"And you know, for what we used to be, the most wanted, the most eager, the most confident, and the best at changing the world, what do we call them?"

Cyril’s next word caught the attention of Taylors:

"Mage."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Tyres loosened his dagger, and he involuntarily raised his head, trying to cover up the surprise, and dignified the same burden on the Duke:

"And you know what they ultimately brought to the world?"

Cyril did not continue to speak.

The two are like this, in the ominous room at the top of the tower silently opposite, one side is terrible, one side is puzzled.

But Taylors quickly got rid of the anachronistic question.

"Cyrillic."

"You are not here to help your vassals, to speak for them," Taylors quickly returned to the current context:

"But you are not on the side of the king, to show your heart to the kingdom."

Tyres straightens:

"Right."

He used a positive sentence.

The two were silent for a while.

Finally, there was a smile on the face of Falkenhaus – not the habitual false smile of the past, but a kind of sly, light smile.

Although it was quite amazed on his face.

"I said, don't treat me as an old-fashioned, stubborn old antique."

The Duke’s exhaled breath, seems to be a summary of this paragraph:

"Frankenhaus is not an old-fashioned person who doesn't know the current affairs. If the tide is like this, the general trend is like this, then I will never make a change, and I will accept the fate without regrets."

"I also believe that regardless of order or habits - can be changed."

Before Tyre’s careful and serious look, Cyril’s eyes moved:

"But this change must be one step after another, one by one, one drop, one drop, and the water will come into being."

"Not like this."

Cyril lifted his cane and pointed out the window.

"The north has changed and the prince has returned to China."

Duke cold and cold:

"So, one party robbed the fire and threatened the king with the safety of the heirs of the kingdom, forcing him to surrender control of the western front."

"The other side is simply after the virtual and the snakes, the black hand smashes the army, supplies, and the land of the lords of the West, and beats them to kill them."

Tyres listened to these two seemingly understatement, but in fact, the thrilling words, slowly change.

"You didn't find it. Compared to the small movements that forced the palace, blame, and build momentum six years ago, both your father and the current princes, the actions of both sides are too intense."

"And ironically, do they really think that through such a so-called victory," Falkenhaus is very serious at the moment:

"Can you erase your opponent's ambition and hostility?"

Cyril waved decisively and was quite powerful.

"Do not."

This is a rare thing for Tells. I feel that the other person is a duke and does not lose to the moment of the grand and magnificent Grand Duke in the North:

"They will only push the other side to the worse, until the final step, not now, or later."

Taylors raised his lips and thought about it.

"But you are not the head of the western princes, not the leader of the group, the ruling lord of the vassal, the guardian of the West?"

The prince slowly opened:

"When the game between the Renaissance Palace and the ruins is centered around the game of power and power, shouldn't you be responsible for it and can't make a difference in it?"

Cyril smiled.

"So you are not a king yet."

The duke slanted at Tells:

"Do you think that in the important nodes of every history, is the will of the person who dominates the wave?"

Cyril's cold voice:

"You know, when your vassals and your subordinates are indignant and arrogant, you can stand in front of the wave, but there is not much choice."

Tyres’s brows are getting wrinkled and tighter.

The duke is hazy and authentic:

"Unless you want to replace the king and become the target of hindering them from regaining their former glory - you will not be their leader, they will become their enemy, the first one will fall in both inside and outside."

Taylors has been silent for a long time.

So Cyril’s words mean...

The boy suddenly remembered that the country was a meeting long ago, and that he decided whether he was an illegitimate child or a Orthodox prince.

At that time, Cyril voted "yes", but his nominal vassal, two of the thirteen families, voted "no."

Tyres took a deep breath and pulled the thoughts that were getting worse and worse back to the present:

"So bad?"

Cyril was silent for a while.

"When you become a king, you will understand this better than I do."

"Don't forget what I said, people will always make a response to the ruler that he is unexpected and unprepared for you - unfortunately, the lords of the Western Expedition are also within the scope of the description."

Falkenhaus turned his head and scorned him faintly:

"Of course, for your father, I am with you, we are also in the scope of the description."

Tyres didn't answer if he didn't know what to say.

The duke turned back and looked back at the gray sky outside the window:

"The practice of wooing civilians against the nobility and unscrupulous means of conquering power must have consequences. Civilians are not the pieces that you are at your mercy, and the nobility is not the object of sacrifice."

His voice is full of chill, like the autumn wind bleak:

"The vassal lords are blocking the general trend and looking for a dead end. The revival of the palace may not necessarily yield the desired result, and the quick success of both sides is even more taboo."

Tyres clenched his fists.

Cyril looked at the sky in the west, seemingly confused, softly sighed:

"One hundred years ago, Yinjun's chessboard was silent and gentle."

"But today, your father is playing chess with them..."

The Duke of West End paused for a few seconds.

"No, it won't end in a good ending - the **** year will not be the finale."

The confusion in his eyes dissipated and returned to reality, becoming sharp and alert:

"Unless you can kill all the creatures on this land, and basically erase all the unharmonious sounds - I don't know, maybe one day in the future, when the Star Kingdom can do a magical gunman's hand The communication is instant, and the ruler above the throne can easily destroy the earth when he just needs to nod and nod. He may succeed."

Another cold wind hit the tower and brought a scream of wind.

But both of them are unconscious.

This time, Tyres was silent for a long time.

long time.

"Do not."

For a long while, Tyres was doing a dumb scorpion and whispered:

"Trust me, even if that day..."

"He will not succeed."

Happiness is not happy, happiness is not happy, vote does not vote? ——by coded a day word, quickly become a swordless dog

(End of this chapter)