Successors of all mankind

“Father, it’s so good to see you back safe and sound. Here is your ring!”

The eldest son was very reluctant to part with it, but without hesitation, he returned the ring that represented the head of the family.

"So, Father, should we send our fleet back now, or...?"

These words made the Marquis narrow his eyes.

To guard against any unforeseen circumstances, the eldest son was left outside as a backup, and the Marquis had him mobilize Robespierre's fleet.

They have a way of bombarding the estate's defenses.

However, that also means that nothing will be left.

So this doesn't mean they can be manipulated at will by entertainment companies.

They have the ability to overturn the table, but they lack the courage.

Therefore, there is no problem with the three AIs either actively or pre-programming the use of entertainment.

Although they could be more perfect, they don't demand more; they just do what they want to do.

The rest is their responsibility.

"Insect, it seems you've got some ideas you shouldn't be having? Although my calculations show you'll eventually choose to abandon this foolish idea, it's still something you shouldn't be having!"

The marquis was startled, and a large number of guards and knights immediately picked up their weapons and aimed them at the source of the sound.

Then, everyone was horrified.

Because Salamander appeared right in front of them at some unknown time.

At the same time, it was holding a head in its hands that looked on in disbelief.

Upon recognizing the person, the Marquis's face instantly turned ashen, and behind him, a young man burst into tears.

"Father?!"

He was about to rush forward and fight Shenji to the death, but he was held back by the people behind him.

Of course, he himself didn't really intend to rush over; he was just trying his best to act like an angry son, and then obediently being dragged away by the people behind him.

Salamander walked up to the Marquis, looked down at him, and said:

"Your fleet seems to have pointed its guns in the wrong direction."

The Marquis suppressed his boundless rage.

"That was only to ensure my own safety. And you, great strategist, aren't you going too far? This is my brother!"

"So what? Even if you don't actually fall for something you shouldn't have thought about, you still have to be punished."

"Marquis, don't assume we're equals!"

“My master has only been lenient with you out of courtesy and virtue.”

“If you obediently follow everything that you and my master agreed on at the beginning, you will be rewarded.”

Salamander, holding the head, moved even closer to the Marquis.

Finally, when the two of them were close enough, Salamander spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"And this is one of your rewards. Of course, I hope it will also help you recognize your place, Marquis!"

"Your fleet certainly surprises me, but you are not your own fleet!"

Salamander does not have the ability to directly confront this family.

However, when it works together with the knight lady, it can cut off the head of any one of the opponents.

The Marquis's brow twitched, but he quickly suppressed the surge of elation and shock that welled up within him, and instead displayed the full fury befitting the murder of his younger brother:

"We will uphold the spirit of nobility and will absolutely not break the contract! What do you say, Divine Strategist?"

Salamander looked at the marquis and gave a scornful laugh before saying:

"I need fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and grains. Is that alright?"

The marquis, who should have refused, eventually nodded.

Then they took away the astonished head.

This is his younger brother, that's true, but he is also an enemy who has taken away a great deal of his power and coveted his position.

His death was exactly what the Marquis had hoped for.

However, the manner of his death was too horrifying for him.

Because his younger brother should be on the flagship of their main fleet at this moment.

He ended up dying in a place that was theoretically much safer than he was.

This made the Marquis look at the head in his hand that resembled his own by seven-tenths, and finally shudder.

He agreed to continue cooperating with them, and he would receive even more rewards.

If you try to pull any tricks, then tomorrow someone else might be holding their head in a state of both anger and elation, just like him...

Jules Robespierre, what a terrible man!

I need to end this collaboration soon and get rid of him.

After letting out a long, foul breath, the Marquis strode away.

After watching the other party leave, Salamander, the connecting Grand Library, and Pandora all came to the same conclusion:

Having completed the intimidation and exchange of benefits, these imposters can now be temporarily identified as trustworthy collaborators.

The greatest threat the Robespierre family posed to Yule was not their fleet, but the possibility that the other side could leak information at any time.

Becoming an accomplice with whom there is a huge financial stake is the safest option.

The two are indispensable!

Chapter 65 Jade (3k)

The controversy that Robespierre stirred up has not spread to the outside world at all.

The French royal fleet remains anchored off the coast of Albion and has not yet set sail.

Princess France stood alone before the heavy doors of the throne room.

Royal knights of Albion stood in two rows, swords at their sides.

They all stared at the foreign princess with curiosity.

Unlike their princesses, who are always lacking in enthusiasm, they are not lacking in emotional expression.

Although what was consistently expressed was disgust, disdain, and sarcasm...

As for Emerald, who was on the other side of the strait, she didn't show much emotion, even though she had specially changed into a fitted dress to meet the King of Glory.

However, he gave the impression of wearing a military uniform, in dark black.

She was too silent, and she stood too straight.

Inside the throne room, a man in purple robes came to announce Princess Emerald's audience.

King Rongguang nodded, indicating that he could meet his daughter's only friend at any time.

The man in purple robes should have left then, but he hesitated and stopped.

He was the only friend of the Glory King in this era.

When Byzantium fell, it was King Glorious who rescued him from the chaos of war.

It was also King Rongguang who gave him the position of chief steward of the palace.

But at the same time, he was also the only person in nearly a hundred years that the Glory King could confide in.

Therefore, they were both ruler and subject, and also close friends.

“Just say it, Maris.”

The man in purple robes turned around and bowed respectfully.

“Your Majesty, I feel that whether as your chief steward or as your friend, I need to truthfully present a problem to you.”

“I acknowledge that your actions have brought about a change in His Highness, but I truly do not see His Highness changing in the direction you desire!”

Out of trust in King Glory, he silently carried out his orders.

This wise king has consistently proven his foresight and has never made a mistake.

Arrange for the princess and the knight to meet, then bury everything about the knight, making the princess believe that the knight has completely left.

He assumed that the Glory King had done something elsewhere, so he was certain that the princess would change for the better.

But now, his initial concerns seem to have been correct—the princess is becoming increasingly silent and increasingly hostile towards her vassals and subjects.

Come to think of it, that's why her only light was lost.

But this is not what King Glorious and the country need.

They need a capable successor who can shoulder the burden of a wise king's rule, not a terrible one.

At this point, the man in purple hesitated and said:

"My bird may still find Emperor Constantine, Your Majesty. I believe that maintaining everything from the beginning is perhaps the best course of action."

"Rome got Albion, and Albion got a perfect ruler, whether it was His Highness or the Emperor."

Actually, everything was perfect from the very beginning.

This is what everyone in the purple robes thinks.

Whatever Emperor Constantine wanted to do, he could do it as he pleased, possessing the country and the princess.

And Albion will also be led in the direction that the King of Glory expects because of him; at the very least, he will be much better off than he is now.

The four pillars exist in name only, the princess grows increasingly resentful of them, and even the Glory King may pass away at any moment...

Although the country remains prosperous, it could be overthrown at any moment.

The man in purple robes was unwilling to admit it, but what he saw was indeed the case.

“Your Majesty, Albion cannot become a second Byzantium, therefore, let me welcome back the Emperor!”

Looking at the pleading man in purple robes, King Rongguang asked with some curiosity:

"Is this your request as a Byzantine, your answer as my court steward, or your answer as my friend?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I can't think of anything better! Letting the Emperor stay would be in the best interest of everyone!"

The man in purple robes couldn't hold back any longer. Even though Princess Emerald was still waiting, he still hoped that King Glory could answer him.

Then, King Glory leaned back on his throne and laughed:

"Yes, as you can see, this is indeed the best option."

The man in purple robes raised an eyebrow and said:

"Your Majesty, I don't quite understand. Is the Emperor involved in something else?"

“There are many, far more than you can imagine, so letting him leave my daughter temporarily is the best option right now.”

Rome has Albion, no problem, everyone's happy!

But humans possessing Albion is absolutely unacceptable! Don't even think about it!

The man in purple robes said in astonishment:

"Do you think the Emperor will meet with His Highness again?"

"It's not just a belief, it's a certainty. Only when something is lost and then regained will one truly understand its value."

His rule could end at any time, so he wanted to leave behind whatever he could for all possible contingencies.

Most importantly, he wanted to ensure that his daughter would stand by the side of the only winner he believed in when necessary.

In this way, Albion can survive, and his daughter can find happiness.

Then, there are the others...

King Glory looked out of the throne room and then said to the man in purple robes:

"Let her in. I've almost forgotten when I last saw her. How old was she then?"