Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

If Princess Charlotte hadn't given another speech a few days ago, this frenzy would probably have continued to spread.

But will there still be protests?

The king on his throne looked at the country that had descended into madness, his eyes filled with confusion: "Your Excellency Isaac, if we hadn't agreed to Frugel's demands, would this situation have been avoided?"

The king remains the same king; after all, his abdication now would damage Princess Charlotte's reputation. But he's essentially a figurehead. Following the purge, most of the royal ministers perished in their homes, and power shifted entirely to Princess Charlotte. Coupled with the people's adoration, she is now the most powerful person in the country.

“You’re cowardly and timid when you do things, and you regret them afterward. Is this guy really a king?” Isaac sneered. “I see absolutely no hope in a piece of trash like you. I might as well let Charlotte inherit your position sooner.”

"This won't do, my throne was originally meant for..."

"Princes of this country, huh? No problem. I'll mail their heads to your palace tomorrow, and you can personally crown them," Isaac replied with a sneer.

"You...do you still have any humanity?!" the king roared, trembling.

“That depends on whether you are willing to cooperate,” Isaac said with a smile. “Whether we work together to raise Charlotte to be the queen of this country, or until Charlotte is the only one left in the royal family, the choice is still in your hands.”

Another multiple-choice question!

Every time Isaac presented the king with a choice, the king felt as if he were drenched in sweat.

One thought can lead to death, another to life. This kind of multiple-choice question is practically a devil's dilemma.

But this time, it seems I have no choice.

"I understand. When the time comes, I will inform the people and let Charlotte inherit my throne," the king said dejectedly. "I will personally teach her politics and such. The rest is up to His Excellency Isaac."

This could be either destruction or rebirth for this country; since there's no other choice, we might as well take a gamble.

"So good."

Just then, a guard ran in.

"Report! Frugel's envoy has arrived!"

It seems they've come to ask if their demands will be met.

"Have him wait in the meeting room for a moment, we'll be right there."

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Today, as Flügel's special envoy, I have come to Rhodesell to inquire whether their demands should be granted.

If you want a ceasefire, then obediently hand over the southern territory and the princess.

I arrived in Rhodesell with such arrogance, only to find the country quite strange.

The streets and alleys were plastered with leaflets called the 'New Rhodesel Army,' which clearly stated that they wanted to go to war with Frussels.

But he didn't care, assuming it was just another act of irrational youths.

But then he discovered a huge procession, so large that everyone's eyes were filled with fanaticism and anger, shouting slogans like "Down with Fruger!" and "Long live Princess Charlotte!"

What exactly happened in this country?

With questions in mind, the envoy and his guards arrived at the palace gate, but were stopped by the guards outside.

"who?"

At times like these, one must put on airs. He looked arrogantly at the guards and said, "Please inform your king that Flüger's special envoy has arrived..."

Before he could finish speaking, the guards' eyes suddenly narrowed, and they immediately cocked their guns and pointed them at the special envoy.

The envoy's guards hurriedly drew their guns, while the envoy himself was startled by the sight before him and shouted, "What do you want? I am Frugel's envoy. Do you want war?"

"Just what I wanted!!" The guards were already preparing to pull the trigger, and the envoy saw in their eyes the same frenzied look as the marchers.

Has this country gone mad?

"Stop!" a voice suddenly shouted from behind the guards. They turned around and saw their captain.

"Let them in. Now is not the time to start fighting," the captain said.

"Yes!" Although the guards were unwilling, they obeyed the order, but their eyes were filled with murderous intent as they looked at the special envoys.

"Please come in, Special Envoy." After saying that, he turned around and led the way.

The envoy didn't dare look at the guards' murderous eyes and quickly followed them.

In the conference hall.

"Please wait here for a moment, envoy. I'm going to find His Majesty the King." With that, he turned and left without looking back.

The special envoy looked at the conference table; there wasn't even a cup of tea.

Even if he were incredibly stupid, he could tell that this country was targeting him.

This shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, if their own country had given them a chance to cease hostilities before, they would have readily agreed without even a smile. Today's situation is extremely strange.

After sitting upright for half an hour, the king arrived late, followed by a black-haired boy and a flaxen-haired girl.

He didn't recognize the black-haired boy, but he did recognize the little girl—the princess of this country, Charlotte Abelfreya Rhodesel.

Bringing the princess here seems to mean they've agreed to my request. The envoy's arrogance returned.

What's the use of you commoners protesting? In the end, it's still the king who decides.

Looking at their special envoy, he said, "Since everyone is here, then..."

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, Isaac had already punched him in the face.

That punch knocked his nose bone out.

"What are you doing?" The envoy, whose face was dented and covered in blood, spoke in a slurred manner.

“You’ve already spoken before the person in question has even said anything. I think the envoy lacks respect for us,” Isaac said, wiping the blood off his hands with a towel.

"Do you want to start a war?" the envoy shouted. He had never heard of being attacked as soon as he arrived.

Bang!

Another punch landed hard on his stomach, causing him to fall to the ground, retching and nearly fainting.

“Speaking so loudly and with such an emotional tone shows a lack of respect for us,” Isaac said dismissively. “Also, we have never said anything about war. Don’t believe everything you hear and try to create a big news story all the time.”

This is allowed?

The envoy realized that this person wanted to hit him, so he decided to hold back and remain silent for now.

Princess Charlotte then spoke up, "Welcome to the special envoy who has traveled from afar."

Upon hearing the princess's words, the envoy wondered what she would say next. Would she agree to marry into the powerful Frugers? Or...?

While he was still thinking.

Bang!

Isaac kicked him to the ground.

“The person in question has spoken and you haven’t responded at all. I think you lack respect for us.”

Chapter 79: Give them a beating first

The envoy is in a very bad mood. He has been beaten three times in a short time, and what's worse, no one is stopping him.

His own guards were waiting outside the palace.

He couldn't curse out loud now, or he might get punched again. He could only turn his attention to the princess and the king, hoping they would discipline this 'guard'. He didn't know Isaac's identity, so he just assumed he was a palace guard or something.

His gaze shifted to the two of them, and he saw Princess Charlotte covering her mouth with her fan and chuckling, while the king turned his head to the side to look around at the scenery.

Now he's starting to doubt whether he'll even make it out of that door alive.

“I told you to respond, but you haven’t. It seems you’re doing this on purpose.” Isaac looked at the envoy with a friendly smile, his fist already raised.

"Wait!" the envoy said quickly, fearing he would be beaten to death if he didn't react. "I am truly flattered that Your Highness has come in person."

In short, saving your life is the most important thing.

"You flatter me, Special Envoy. Please forgive me for not greeting you properly," Princess Charlotte said with a light laugh. Then she added, "May I ask what brings you here, Special Envoy?"

What else could it be? Of course, they've come to ask if you've handed over the territory and the princess.

The envoy shuddered at the sight of the kind-faced Isaac; if he were to ask, he would likely be accused of 'lack of respect'.

"I just came to ask... about that matter from last time... do you agree to it?" the special envoy stammered.

"Oh? That matter from last time? We won't agree to it," Princess Charlotte said with a smile, closing her fan.

As expected, it seems they really do want to start a war.

The envoy's behavior has been somewhat strange since he arrived in the country. In previous visits, the meeting hall wasn't just filled with the king; it was also teeming with obsequious ministers. As for the princess, she would never appear on such an occasion.

The situation is completely wrong. None of the ministers are here, the king has barely spoken, and it's all the princess talking to me... and a bastard who beats me for no reason.

But none of that matters. Now that we know Rhodesell's attitude, let's hurry up and leave this place to go back and report.

Thinking this, the special envoy stood up and said, "In that case, I'll go back first..."

Bang!

The envoy, who was halfway through his sentence, was knocked to the ground by Isaac's hammer.

What's going on this time?! The envoy, lying on the ground, stared blankly at Isaac.

“Sir Envoy, isn’t it impolite of you to leave your seat before the princess has finished speaking?” Isaac said casually, as if he had only done a minor task.

Does hitting me make you seem polite?

"Haven't we finished talking? If you don't agree to our demands, then I'll go back and report directly." The special envoy asked, his body trembling as he sat back down.

"I'm not finished yet. There's another document here that I need to give to the special envoy. I wonder if the Frugers can agree to that?" The princess smiled and handed a document to the special envoy.

The envoy wiped the blood from his face, took the document, and began to read it.

The more I looked at it, the more alarmed I became.

"Make Flügel a vassal state of Rhodesel? Are you serious?" the envoy asked in astonishment.

Flügel's territory and military strength are several times that of Rhodesel, and he also has the advantage of terrain. In a war, he could take down Rhodesel without lifting a finger. The reason he agreed to hand over the territory and the princess in exchange for a ceasefire was that he did not want to waste his troops.

With Galdarrick's equipment support, if a real war breaks out, Rhodesel will only face annihilation.

But now they're turning around and making themselves their vassal state? It's like a mouse wanting a cat to submit to it. Are these people out of their minds?

"Of course I'm serious, won't you consider it, Mr. Special Envoy?"