The Golden Throne

Liu Feng looked at the man who just walked in. Standing at a laughable height of just four feet, this man did not look like a king even one bit. If anyone on the street would look at him for the first time, they would look at this poor man and think that he was poor, and hence his growth was stunted.

And yet this short man had a crown on his head, and an attendant catering to his needs.

"So you are the king of Derail. Your son told me the reason for your meeting. Why don't we discuss the particulars in private?" Liu Feng asked.

"This woman is one that I would trust my life with. In fact, I did trust my life with her. I even let her lick it. So she can stay." the king said as he laughed. Meanwhile, the attendant looked away with shyness.

"Ahem." Liu Feng frowned. He then gestured for the king to sit down.

Yurian nodded as he took a seat. He then looked at the greenhorn in front of him.

"So Damian told you why I called you here? I could not discuss such private matters when there were people of the church so close by. That is why I needed you to come all the way here. I hope that you understand that." Yurian said.

"If you are so afraid of the church, then why did you take their help in the first place? I am sure that you must have had other methods to obtain the throne." Liu Feng asked.

"Look at me. I know very well what the others speak of me behind my back. Only by masking my appearance through my ruthless actions was I able to escape the public eye for so long. And now, the church has grown tired of me. They want someone younger on the throne, and they want complete control. I will crush those bastards for even daring to think that, but I will need your help." Yurian said.

"Why do you think that I will help you? Contrary to popular belief, I have no reason, no incentive to help you. Money is the least of my problems. Some of the things that I have, people would pay riches for, and those alone would be enough to supplement the kingdom for the next decade. And as for power, that is also beyond me for now. I am not so power hungry. What have you to offer me?" Liu Feng asked.

"You don't want power or money? What else do you want then? I just need your help and support to force the church into submission." Yurian asked.

"I want Jerusalem after all of this is over." Liu Feng grinned.

The moment that Yurian heard this, his face changed. He looked at Liu Feng with raised eyebrows.

"Are you mad? You are a fool to think that I would give you the holy city just for the little help that you provide me. If I knew that you were such a greedy jackal, I would have looked for help elsewhere." Yurian scoffed.

"You would have looked for help elsewhere? Don't kid yourself, King of Derail. Both of us know the real reason that you called me here. You want me to be the spearhead of this attack. Because God himself chose me to destroy this church, there will be no public backlash, and the church will not retaliate much against you on the off chance that we lose. The price that I am asking is honestly very low." Liu Feng said as he raised his voice.

Yurian stayed quiet as he looked towards the table.

"I know that I am right. The city will be my price. And don't think for one second that after the war, you can just attempt to double cross me. I have enough fire power to destroy your whole army, and that is what I shall equip the city with after I take over." Liu Feng said.

Yurian took a deep breath.

"I will give you the city after one day. I just need to do one thing in the city, and after that, I shall give the city to you." Yurian said.

"And what might that be?" Liu Feng asked coldly.

"I want to sit on the throne. That golden throne that no one ever sat on before. I want to become the king of the continent at least once in my life. It has been a lifelong dream of mine." Yurian said with a smile on his face.

"You want to sit on that throne? It is truly curious, what the throne symbolizes.  Over the last few weeks, this has been going on in my mind. What is this throne, and what is so important about it. But never mind all of that. This throne is mine. A king will not even let his son climb up the throne until it is time. I would rather that you not sit on my throne." Liu Feng shook his head.

"Well, I tried. Now, let us talk about how and when the attack on the church will go on. I was thinking of flanking the supplies that go into the church, but that would require the cooperation of all of the kingdoms around, and that would be difficult. Do you think that your troops will be able to hold the other kingdoms' forces for a few days until the church feels the heat?" Yurian asked.

"Your tactics are amusing. But you will not be using my troops for all of this. This cooperation will go on where you will provide the manpower and I shall provide the firepower." Liu Feng said as he retrieved a gun from inside his sleeves and put it on the table.

"This is what I will be offering to you in this partnership."

Yurian frowned.

"This is preposterous. First, you act as if you are the one who is doing all of the hard work. And now you are even refusing to give me your troops? What is going on? I did not want to say this at first, but I have no other choice. It is time to bring an elder into this, you boy. You clearly do not understand a fair negotiation." Yurian raged.

"I should have known that Derail does not have the information gathering capacity that Aegon has. In just the few minutes that I was in the camp, I was able to find out that the church got you to the throne. I know that it is not common knowledge. But you are not even able to find out what won Aegon the war that it fought two months ago? Truly hilarious." Liu Feng said.

"What are you talking about?" Yurian asked.

Liu Feng picked up the gun, and pointed it towards the roof of the tent.

"Do you know what the walls of the church in my capital is very, very strong? It is made of iron, and other metals, and the high priest even said that no one could break through the church if he closed off the gates. But I pointed this one thing at that wall, and it made the high priest take all of the drastic measures that he did." Liu Feng said.

"Of course, I am aware of what the churches are made of. My capital also has a strong church. But what is your point?" Yurian asked.

Liu Feng grinned. Then, he pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The tent flew away, and Yurian closed his eyes as dust flew towards them.

Attack!

Soldiers cried as they started shuffling about. The tent was no longer there, and although the kings and no one else was harmed, all of the soldiers looked at what was happening with caution. On the other side of the border, there was even more unrest. A few soldiers crossed over to this border with fury.

"What happened to our king?" one of them shouted.

"Silence!" Yurian shouted. Even though he was a very small man, he had a very loud voice. All of the soldiers took a few steps back with fear. 

Yurian looked at Liu Feng, who was still very calm throughout this whole process.

"This weapon is what won you the war?" he asked.

"In a way, it is. This one thing helped me reach the capital. For that, well that's a whole story in and of itself. But that is the general gist of it all. You saw what this gun can do. This is no toy. This is a deadly masterpiece, and it will win you any war that you hold. I will give you enough to outfit a whole battalion, and all that you need to do is charge in. That will be the best strategy, in fact." Liu Feng said.

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