The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

"By the way, didn't my uncle say he wanted to ask me for a favor? Just say it!"

“This… My son Anatoly wishes to gain more experience, but it is not advisable to start a war now. Therefore, I humbly request Your Majesty to grant him a new army group designation. I wonder if Your Majesty will grant my request?”

The petrified nobles were once again dazzled.

Exactly! Disarmament is fine, we can just create new unit numbers! Then we can simply put the old stuff in new bottles and put it all back together, right?

"Since it's a reduction in troops, we naturally can't give them new unit numbers; otherwise, wouldn't that be like trying to steal a bell while covering your ears?"

The emperor smiled and rejected the proposal.

"However, my uncle has made great contributions, and I still think of our family ties. In that case, I will hand over the designation of the Sixth Army, which has not yet been rebuilt, to Anatoly. I hope to see a brand new Sixth Army, completely loyal to the Empire, emerge again."

The nobles were petrified again.

"This...this is Your Majesty! It was I who annihilated the Sixth Army Group back then, wouldn't this mean—"

"Isn't this perfect? ​​The army group that fell under the Emperor's command can be rebuilt under Anatoli, which will wash away the stain on the Sixth Army's flag."

Nikolai, who was already laughing hysterically inside, forced a straight face as he sat down.

The poor nobles were manipulated by the emperor and Nicholas.

Witt closed his eyes in anguish, the thought of this incident reminding him of the money he had been swindled out of.

Fortunately, it wasn't all for naught.

His gaze fell on Qiao Yelan. The other party seemed to be just a person who pursued profit, and could be used well.

After Nicholas sat down, the military began to turn a blind eye to the issue of troop reduction, while the nobles gradually found it difficult to cope with the civil service group favored by the emperor.

At this point, only those with discerning eyes could see that Nikolai had given up the First Army designation, which he could not possibly control, in exchange for a usable Sixth Army designation—the price being that he kept quiet about the matter.

The nobles realized that Nicholas's words were not meant to "seek justice" for them, but rather to make a deal with the emperor!

It’s broken, I’m a substitute!

Chapter Sixty-One: Tried it, but it didn't work.

Just as the military began to feign ignorance and the nobles began to curse Grand Duke Nicholas while dealing with the attacks from the civil service, Yegor and Oleg's carefully planned media bombardment also began.

When news of the large-scale demonstration by the people and students at Fort Saint-Germain reached the parliament hall, everyone was somewhat at a loss.

Fyodor's gaze shifted from the bewildered Qiao Yelan to the shocked Nicholas, then to the thoughtful Werther and the bewildered nobles.

Qiao Yelan, the lobbyist, knew nothing about this. Nicholas was probably worried that his son might be involved. Witte seemed to know some of the inside story, while the nobles were probably wondering why their ideas had been exposed.

Interesting... If these people were unaware of this, then it means that the person who instigated this was not acting out of political bargaining, but simply out of a sense of justice and unwilling to carry out the plan.

Qiao Yelan noticed Fyodor's gaze sweep over her and was satisfied with the reaction.

Indeed, it was the right decision not to tell Nikolai about the plan—otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to feign such natural shock.

Only if he is shocked, and only if he is shocked, can the military truly extricate itself from this mess.

The deal with the emperor was detached from the political sphere, his plan to influence public opinion was detached from the realities of the grassroots, and only this shock could completely remove Nicholas from the emperor's heart.

Fyodor would believe that his uncle was still the same military commander who was clueless about politics and power, and that he was being used as a pawn by the nobles in the matter of the infected.

The emperor doesn't mind people being used as pawns, even against him, as long as the person is willing to apologize and compensate. The emperor will mercifully allow them to serve as pawns under his command—because fools are easy to use.

In this way, the political landscape of Ursus will be completely stabilized. The emperor will shift his favor towards the civil service to the military, while the civil service will assume that the military will cooperate with them, and the nobles will feel that the military is still a force to be won over.

In addition, the Ministry of Justice, where Oleg worked, and the Ministry of Labor, where Yegor worked, would also come into the Emperor's sights through this opportunity—because they did not belong to any faction, and if you really want to say, they were both Vladimir's remnants.

Fyodor will soon realize that as long as he makes a slight gesture, he can rightfully acquire this hidden force, which is the power upon which he can build his base.

Yegor disregarded life and death, and the entire Oleg family threw themselves into it. Their actions were not distinguished by social status or wealth, for they were undoubtedly more noble than anyone else present.

And most importantly—they obeyed Qiao Yelan's orders and did their utmost.

Those who are loyal deserve their due reward.

Qiao Yelan closed her eyes.

Ursus has returned to his own game.

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"Why did you change your face?"

"Of course, it's for secrecy—aside from the fixed body I use when I appear as the Grand Duke, I've replaced the spare bodies I keep in other places."

Kosic got into Qiao Yelan's car and explained in an annoyed tone.

“Good taste.”

"Of course—they were all carefully selected by me."

Qiao Yelan shook his head.

“Nikolai hasn’t had a good time lately, he looks like he’s been overwhelmed every day, but no one has tried to assassinate him—what have you been doing all this time?”

"The base of operations for the Tower of Babel—I mean, the Tower of Babel's office in Ursus."

During this time, Qiao Yelan kept a low profile, but he was not idle. On the one hand, he rebuilt the Tower of Babel, and on the other hand, he tried to use Witte's name to make contact with those emerging capitalist aristocrats.

It turns out that nobles are open to anyone who can bring them profits.

The man took out a new folder and a pen and paper, and turned to look at Kosichek.

"Nikolai said the matter is over?"

"Yes, he asked me to tell you that he has reached a deal with the nobles on the issue of disarmament, and the nobles are basically willing to accept this word game—and Anatoly is also working on rebuilding the Sixth Army, which is progressing quite smoothly."

"Furthermore, the first battle in the south has ended. You're right, the Hayden-Schwell region is really an easy target now. They've already taken a count's territory, and those nobles have sent envoys to negotiate. However, they're not entirely satisfied with the price, so they plan to exert further pressure through war."

Qiao Yelan recorded them all.

It wasn't that the nobles couldn't offer more, but rather that offering more would hinder their ambitions to compete for the position of Elector—so they needed to be warned.

"What are you going to do?"

“Go back to Letania and mediate for the Haydenshwell region.”

He spoke casually as he wrote.

"—Wait a minute, what do you want the Hayden-Schwell region for?"

"Mediate."

"Do you have that kind of influence?"

"Why not? Babel Tower was the personal tax collector of His Majesty the Witch King back then."

"...But wasn't it you who ordered Nikolai to attack them?"

“Yes, that’s why I’m mediating to maximize the benefits—I mean, Nicholas and the Twin Queens.”

The black snake's eye twitched.

One can only pray that the nobles of the Haydenschwell district will still have enough pants left.

"I have a question."

"Just ask."

"What is the purpose of all this?"

Kosiché finally asked the question.

"Everything I've done is to take Lungmen, and everything Nikolai has done is to revitalize the Ursus Empire—but what about you? What are you after?"

"In your plan, we're not even considered supporting characters, are we? Even Ursus might just be part of your plan, as we've seen since the Vladimir era—so what exactly are you doing all this for?"

Qiao Yelan put down her pen and looked directly at Kosic.

"Hmm... If I said it was to save the world, would you believe me?"

"If someone else said it, I certainly wouldn't believe it—but if you said it, I'll seriously consider it."

Kosiché nodded very seriously.

Qiao Yelan thought about it for a moment. Koschke was a very interesting person. Although her political struggles were average and she had virtually no economic talent, she was at least quite single-minded when it came to doing what she believed in.

Perhaps I can reveal some information to her.

"Our world has always been under the shadow of destruction—and not just one threat."

“I do believe that. For example, the demons in the North. No one knows where they came from, nor how they reproduce and grow. If the Imperial Guard hadn’t been fighting in the North all this time, and the demons hadn’t shown any intention of moving south, I wouldn’t be surprised if they could destroy the world.”

Black Snake agreed with what Qiao Yelan said.

"Yes, and my goal is to resolve these threats and ensure the survival of Terra."

"Evil?"

"Demons are only one aspect, and we are steadily advancing our understanding of demons. In addition to Ursus, we have a research station in Sami, an assistance team in Da Yan, and now an observation station in Letania."

Qiao Yelan unveiled a part of the Tower of Babel for Kosiché.

"Besides the demons in the north, there are also monsters in the hot, scorching south winds—of course, this part has been fortunately dealt with."

With its fiery winds and scorching soil, Kosiché will certainly not forget this name.

A thousand years ago, two of the most powerful emperors in history, leading their most terrifying armies, joined forces to invade a land from which no one has ever returned.