Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

Lin Si was stunned for a moment.

Jingyuan continued.

"At the time, I was thinking, do I really need to handle these things? The budget of the Construction Department, the shipping routes of the Maritime Department, the divination of the Apothecary Department, each department has its own responsibilities, so why do they all end up coming to me?"

He smiled.

"Later I figured it out. It wasn't because I could do better than them. It was because when something went wrong, I was the one who had to take responsibility. So they had to let me know what they were doing."

He looked at Lin Si with a gentle gaze.

"These documents are not for you to 'handle'. They are for you to 'know'."

Lin Si remained silent for a while, then forced herself to continue reading the document.

After a long while, as darkness fell, Lin Si finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"General."

"What's wrong now?"

"Can I request a deputy?"

What kind of deputy do you need?

"The kind that I don't have to think about, they just point and they do exactly what I want."

"Are you talking about Yanqing?"

“Yanqing won’t do; he can’t sit still even more than I can.”

"Then who do you want?"

"Let me think... are there any robots that can handle government affairs?"

"no."

"Are there any Xianzhou people who can handle political affairs?"

"Have."

"who?"

"you."

"...Never mind if I asked."

Jing Yuan put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Lin Si's face, which was filled with "I don't want to do this anymore," and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

Lin Si felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and immediately put down the document in her hand as quickly as if she were throwing away a hot potato.

"Really?"

"Really. We'll continue tomorrow."

Lin Si let out a long breath and pushed the wheelchair toward the door.

"Then, General, I'll head back now!"

The twilight light slanted in through the window, casting long shadows in the study.

Jingyuan watched as Lin Si pushed the wheelchair out the door, and Yanqing came up from the other end of the corridor and naturally took the wheelchair from him.

The two boys' backs were stretched into long shadows in the setting sun, one sitting and the other standing, chatting idly.

Yanqing said something, and Lin Si turned around and glared at him. Yanqing smiled and dodged away.

Jingyuan looked at the two figures from behind and shook his head helplessly.

He looked away, picked up his teacup, and found that the tea had gone cold.

He put down his cup and was about to pour himself another when the jade tablet on the table suddenly lit up, the vibrations particularly clear in the quiet study.

Jing Yuan glanced at the caller ID and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yaoguang.

The general of the Jade Palace, the most skilled in divination among the Seven Heavenly Generals. He doesn't usually contact us unless there's a reason, but once he does, it's definitely because something's wrong.

Jing Yuan pressed the answer button, and a holographic projection unfolded in the center of the study.

Yao Guang's figure appeared in the light and shadow, dressed in a long robe, with snow-white hair.

"General Jingyuan."

Yao Guang's voice was neither hurried nor slow, like the sound of a bell coming from a very distant place.

"General Yao Guang, what brings you here?"

Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, his tone casual.

Yao Guang's voice was calm, but his eyes held something that only a fellow strategist could understand.

She didn't waste any time and got straight to the point.

"General Tianji sent the beloved daughter of the 'Suyi' family head, and General Huaiyan even sent his granddaughter. Both of them are outstanding among the younger generation of their respective Immortal Ships."

Jing Yuan nodded; he knew Yao Guang was referring to the person who walked 'that path' with Lin Si.

"I originally intended to send some people over there as well."

Yao Guang's voice remained calm.

"But after thinking it over, the people we sent were ultimately not as good as the locals of Luofu."

Jing Yuan picked up the cooled tea, took a sip, and smiled:

"So? What did General Yao Guang see using the light illuminating the ten directions of the Dharma realm?"

The projection of the light tilted slightly forward, its eyes staring directly at Jing Yuan, as it chuckled and teased him.

"As expected of the 'Blind General' who is both wise and shrewd and as capable as a general."

Jingyuan smiled and shook his head, without replying.

Yao Guang continued:

"In the Luofu Grand Diviner's Office, there was a diviner named Qingque..."

Chapter 67 Goodnight, Demon King

late at night.

Cocolia sat in a chair in Bronya's room, separated from her mother by a small round table with a pot of tea that had gone cold.

"Bronya, get some rest tonight. The High Warden's succession ceremony begins early tomorrow morning."

Bronya nodded and recounted the Demon King's visit to the lower districts that day, asking Earthfire and Swallow to bring people up tomorrow to take a look.

She didn't say anything about the automated soldiers for the time being.

She herself was deeply shocked by what she saw. Swallow said that no one had known how to activate it for seven hundred years, yet the Demon King had done so. And with such a large number of them, she didn't know how to explain it to her mother for the time being.

Cocolia listened without interrupting, only nodding occasionally.

Bronya finished speaking.

The mother and daughter remained silent for a while.

Bronya looked at Cocolia, wanting to say something. She wanted to tell her mother to reconsider, and she wanted to say that she wasn't ready yet.

But saying these words is actually hindering the Demon King.

She had witnessed the Demon King's will and his current actions. He would be the hero who would save Beloborg after seven hundred years.

So she can't say it.

"Mother..."

Cocolia gently patted her head, her gaze tender.

"Get some rest, Bronya."

She paused for a moment.

"Or you could think about what you should say at tomorrow's Great Protector enthronement ceremony to gain the support of your people."

Bronya nodded.

Goodnight, Mother.

Goodnight, Bronya.

Cocolia left the room and gently closed the door.

Bronya, dressed in her pajamas, sat at the desk by the window, looking out at Belleberg.

Moonlight shone on the dome of Krippar Castle, bathing the entire city in a silvery white glow. In the distance, towards the direction of Everwinter Territory, the lights from the Earth Core Heaters formed a line, like a luminous river.

She couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What is she going to say at tomorrow's enthronement ceremony?

Inspiring words? Words to reassure the people in the lower classes? Or a declaration of a counterattack against the cold wave?

Bronya shook her head.

These words were acceptable, but she always felt that something was missing.

She looked out the window at Belberg and recalled the Demon King's speech on Oleg's birthday.

"Everyone..."

Bronya murmured softly.

"Ten thousand years..."

She picked up a pen and wrote a line of words on the paper.

"Enthronement Speech Tomorrow"

Then she wrote four large characters under the title.

She stared at those four characters for a long time.

She recalled that morning when the Demon King patted a volunteer on the shoulder and said, "What could be more important than this moment?"

It was just a single sentence, yet it was enough to inspire everyone, making them work with even more energy.

"All people are equal, without distinction of rank or status. If there is a hero who can restore our land and save the people..."

She pondered for a moment, then wrote four large characters on the paper again.

She wrote very slowly, each stroke deliberate, as if she were carving something.

After finishing writing, she put down her pen, looked at the line of text, and remained silent for a long time.

Her eyes were a little red.

It's not because I'm sad.

It was because she suddenly understood why the Demon King had laughed back then.

It's not because of naivety.

It's because he truly believed it.

She believed that those things she once thought were unattainable were actually right in front of her.

It resides in the heart of every Belobellobe.

She reached out and gently touched the words.

In that instant, she lost control of her body.

She was all too familiar with that feeling.

My hands weren't my own hands, my eyes weren't my own eyes, and even the rhythm of my breathing had changed.

Bronya: "..."

The Demon King has returned.

As usual, he first looked around at his surroundings, glanced down at his pajamas, fidgeted with the hem, and then looked up at the room's decor. Then, stroking his chin, he began to think.