Warlord: King of All Clans

The new dojo of Sword Master Algernon is right next to the princess's bedroom.

After a transcendent person reaches the ninth level of the third stage, he can no longer rely on the accumulation of resources to break through the levels.

This is even more true for the Saint level, where even meditation practice becomes meaningless.

The Saint's body has transformed from flesh and blood to a transcendental form, and every breath he takes in and out is absorbing and exhaling magic power, which is more efficient than the meditation of a third-level transcendental person.

The swordsman Algernon eats, sleeps, reads, and acts as the princess' bodyguard every day in the new dojo built for him by the emperor.

The Rose Knights nearby would sneak into the Sword Saint's Dojo in their free time, hide behind the pillars to meditate, and gain ten times more magic power than other places.

As one of the three great saint-level legends in the imperial capital, Sword Saint Algernon received a lot of help from the royal family on his way to promotion. Now he just regards it as a job to repay the favor.

What's more, they gave us two cities as a gift.

Seeing the tiny princess suddenly come over to learn swordplay, Algernon was bored, so he nodded, "Okay."

Unexpectedly, after the Sword Master nodded, the little mouse ran away quickly.

Even a Saint-level expert would be confused.

She ran to the eighth-rank great magician's laboratory and said to the great magician Anqiluo who was still conducting experiments: "Great magician Anqiluo, please teach me the basics of magic!"

The eighth-level great magician did not have the face of a Saint-level legend, so he could only stop the experiment in his hand and said respectfully: "Okay, Your Highness."

The little mouse turned and ran away again.

In addition to improving her own individual strength, she also has to find court teachers to study economics, politics, culture and other subjects in preparation for inheriting the empire!

Leo said that if you want to improve your survival ability, in addition to individual strength, you must also consider collective strength!

Humans are social animals. The power of an individual will never be greater than the power of the collective, and this is no exception in the extraordinary world!

She had to set a small goal first, to successfully inherit the largest force in the southern border of the empire.

It would be best if Leo became the Empress of the Empire before he became the King in the North.

Then, when Leo becomes the King of the North and declares war on the South, he will lead his people to surrender!

Whoever disagrees, let’s fight him together!

The mentally abnormal imperial princess suddenly became full of energy, surprising everyone in the palace.

She no longer hid under the bed to count money, but openly asked her father for money, and took away her own private property in advance by clumsily acting like a spoiled child.

She began to leave her own palace and go to the Royal Library and the Archmage's Tower, seeking the knowledge she needed.

He would always come up with some bizarre ideas and throw them to the imperial craftsmen to study the actual objects.

The old emperor, still kept in the dark by his daughter who had already developed rebellious intentions and happily spending money lavishly, had no idea that his great cause was about to be lost.

In the meeting hall of the imperial palace, the little mouse sat obediently beside the throne, listening to government affairs, his mind wandering.

When he thought about the fact that he had saved up some private money and could send it to Hewan, he couldn't help but laugh out loud to himself.

In the hall, twenty or thirty ministers gathered together. In addition to the court earls and ministers who helped the emperor handle government affairs, there were also some vassals directly under the royal family, as well as border marquis who came to discuss matters or cause trouble.

These border marquises are equal in power and status to the northern earls. They rule their own territories and only obey orders but not announcements.

In recent years, frictions between the southern, northern and western borders have continued, small-scale wars have occurred frequently and gradually expanded, and some border marquises, who were unable to cope with the situation, began to join forces to fight the enemy.

But the enemy is not without teammates. The participation of relatives and allies of both sides further expanded the scale of the war.

Whenever a war broke out, these border marquises would send envoys to the palace to ask Charles VII for help.

Almost everyone is acting like, if you don’t give me money and food, I’ll have no choice but to let the enemy in.

What's outrageous is that the Earl in the North and the Burke in the West would send envoys to ask for help while they were attacking the South.

They are also part of the empire.

Because the leaders of the three territories were aggressive and over-taxed, rebellions broke out in many territories.

Of course, this is not a big deal. There is always rebellion among the subjects. Even when the empire was at its peak, there were peasant uprisings.

At this point, there is nothing to be afraid of!

The issue of rebellion was being discussed at this time. Some ministers suggested recruiting the rebels, while others suggested using force to conquer the rebels.

"These worms don't know how to farm the fertile land blessed by the Holy Light. Instead, they stir up trouble when the troops are weak and erode the foundation of the empire. They don't deserve to enjoy the rights of the citizens of the empire, so it doesn't matter if they are all killed."

The minister who had just made the proposal for the crackdown was a little angry when he heard Her Royal Highness the Princess laugh. "Your Highness, do you have any different opinions?"

A psychologically traumatized twelve-year-old princess, whose development was delayed due to hidden physical injuries, looks like she is less than ten years old.

She had just been rescued from the country of savages. Her mental state was unstable and her abnormal behavior made everyone who heard about it shake their heads.

What different opinions could a little girl like this have?

However, the successor to the empire does not seem to need any ruling ability.

It would be even better if you could sit on the throne and do nothing but stamp your stamp.

Princess Gullveig of the Empire stopped laughing, came to her senses, tried to straighten her posture, and retorted in a childish voice: "My Lord Earl, what you said just now was a bit extreme. The people of the Empire are like the sea, and the monarch is the ship on the sea. When the sea is calm, it can lift the ship and set sail. When the sea is turbulent, it can also overturn the giant ship..."

Thinking of the earl's question, the little mouse said, "The people of the empire don't ask for much. As long as they are given basic food and clothing and a stable environment, they will continue to provide food and wealth."

"The nobles themselves will not work in the fields. All the output comes from the lower-class people. Therefore, even your salary is the blood and sweat of the people of the empire. Clearing them out will only reduce your salary, reduce the empire's tax revenue, and reduce the armor and weapons of the soldiers..."

As the little mouse continued to tell the story, there was a dead silence in the meeting hall.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the little mouse quickly shut up.

Her father, Charles VII, asked in a trembling voice, with disbelief and great surprise: "Dear Gullveig, who taught you all this?"

The little mouse was about to proudly tell everyone that this was taught to her by her adoptive father from River Bay, the smart and brave Leo and the ruthless Harasao.

But considering what Leo said about keeping a low profile and focusing on farming, he could only say, "It was the great druid of the elves, Master Bobak, who taught me."

It's Bobak Marimotas!

The mysterious elven archdruid, leader of the wild sect, and the legendary demigod!

The lower-class mortals may not have heard of this name, but as the highest level of the human empire, this name is deafening.

Master Bobak did not do many deeds in the human world, but every action he took affected the historical direction of all the tribes living under the mountains of the entire Morning Light Continent.

He had visited the human imperial capital a hundred years ago and stayed in the royal library of the imperial capital for three years.

To this day, there are still his portraits deep in the palace.

Charles VII's grandfather, Charles VI, called Master Bobak his grandfather.

The ministers stared at the little princess of the empire, whose face was still childish but whose eyes had become clear, but they seemed to hear an eagle's cry from the Griffin Mountain outside the palace.

The Empire's Royal Griffin beast does not fly or sing for three years after hatching.

Soar into the sky and make a stunning debut!