After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

"Your Majesty, you must not do this!"

Denzel shouted, "We humans are descendants of the Titans. We are sworn enemies of the Dragons. We should take the initiative to uphold the Titan Treaty. How can we allow these damned Dragons to do whatever they want in our territory?"

Luo Meier did not directly answer the teacher's question, but smiled and asked: "You said that we are descendants of Titans. Do the Titans know about this?"

He reminded the teacher in an almost joking tone not to be so self-indulgent and try to force it.

You want to become related to the Titans, but will those noble Titans recognize you?

"Our human bloodline can be traced back to ancient times and is from the earth spirits, not the Titans."

Having said that, Romel stood up, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

"Earth spirits, Titans, no one is born noble. During the dragon-beast war, earth spirits hid on the ground like mice, struggling to survive between dragons and Titans."

"But so what? Now the dragons must rely on us, and the Titans have disappeared. They can only return to Tiamat when annihilation is approaching."

"No matter how glorious the dragons and Titans were in the past, they are no longer the protagonists of this era."

Romaier looked out the window and said loudly: "The protagonist of this era is the human race, our Gracia Empire!"

"Teacher, I know what you and they are thinking. I can tell you clearly that as long as you are willing to contribute to the empire's expansion, you will get everything you want."

"Tiamat is huge, there is enough stage for you, it depends on whether you can seize it."

After expressing his ambitions, looking at the stunned teacher, Luo Meier's tone gradually softened and he said with a smile:

"I know the teacher wants to use the story of three years of failure to become a blockbuster to enlighten me, and I also know that everyone is a little impatient. Don't worry, the big one is coming soon."

"Your Majesty, you mean..."

Denzel's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

Luo Meier smiled and said, "I didn't mean anything and didn't say anything. You can't say anything after the teacher leaves. Just hint to them not to worry."

Although he didn't say who the target was, Denzel had already guessed.

Over the past three years, the relationship between the Gracia Empire and the Holy Essen Empire cannot be said to be a life-and-death struggle, but at least there have been constant conflicts.

Behind the frequent political, economic and military conflicts, names such as the Locke Chamber of Commerce appear.

The comprehensive national strength of the Holy Essen Empire is actually above that of the Gracia Empire, but they have never truly formed a combined force.

If you defeat the emperor's family, you can defeat the Essen Empire.

To annex the Essen Empire, one must have the strength to swallow up all the princes.

This is the basic consensus.

The princes of the Holy Essen Empire were lazy in expanding the territory, but worked very hard in defending their own territories.

It would be difficult to get these local lords to surrender unless their power was fully retained.

Completely conquering the Holy Essen Empire is extremely difficult, but the benefits are equally huge.

The Holy Empire of Essen is twice the size of Gracia and has a population that is 30% larger.

If the feat of "a snake swallowing an elephant" can be accomplished, the original members of the Prince's Party will naturally find a place to stay.

The prospects are good, but it requires hard work.

Denzel imagined being honored by the Emperor's disciples.

He knew very well that although Roland had abdicated, he was still the actual controller of the empire. Only he could make the final decision on such a major event as establishing the Dragon Kingdom within the human territory.

His disciple Luo Meier was more like the regent prince sitting on the emperor's throne.

Thinking of this, Denzel's spirits quickly perked up and he began to actively give advice to his disciples.

...

Pine Forest, the capital of the Holy Essen Empire.

Evans Promes, the imperial emperor from the Promes family, sat on the throne with a sad expression.

The reason why the Promes family was able to become the emperor of the empire was not because of the family’s unrivaled military strength, nor because of their unrivaled wealth and power, but because they relied more on means such as marriage.

So much so that they were contemptuously called the Lower Body Family by other electors.

Evans does not agree with this statement. When his family first ascended the throne of the empire, it had produced several famous generals and wise rulers.

In the history of the empire, there were three emperors who were honored with the title of the Great, including the ancestor of the Promes family.

Three of the ten most famous generals in the history of the empire also came from the family.

Why do you say that they only became a family through marriage?

He has always been unwilling to accept this statement, at least half a year ago he absolutely did not accept it.

Now he was silent.

Half a year ago, the Gracia Empire officially declared war on the Holy Essen Empire.

It was obvious that the enemy came prepared. They found seven reasons for declaring war, and the territory they claimed included almost all of the Promes family's territory.

If they lose this battle, the family will have to return to the territory they held when they were still marquisates.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

It would be fine if the family had always been a marquis, but it would be too painful to step down from the position of emperor and become a small marquis.

This is a battle the family must win.

If he could fully mobilize the power of the empire, he would have been confident of defeating the invaders, but unfortunately he couldn't.

The extent of the Holy Essen Empire's mobilization potential has always been a mystery.

It’s not that the empire is so vast that it cannot be counted, but that no one can unite all the princes of the empire.

He couldn't do it, and neither could the three great emperors in the history of the empire.

Evans didn't even look at the battle report in front of him. He knew it was all bad news.

The Gracia Empire declared war on him in the name of his family, not targeting the princes of the empire.

This also led to the fact that most of the princes of the empire were watching the show.

On the surface, they spoke eloquently in support of the emperor, but secretly they were laughing so happily.

Especially the other six elector families, they all wished the Promes family would die.

If the empire's strength was ten times that of the other empires, he could mobilize less than three times that of the other empires. Even with this three times of strength, he had to use some of it to prevent the other lords from taking advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos.

The empire has experienced a century of peace in these years, with only sporadic small-scale conflicts, which has led to the empire's upper class becoming increasingly addicted to pleasure.

Evans did nothing to stop the behavior because he was the one who led it.

Years of indulgence had emptied the national treasury, eroded the empire's martial spirit, and caused the family's strength to decline significantly compared to its peak.

Now is the time when the family is at its weakest, but the Gracia Empire took advantage of the situation and attacked us. This is really unchivalrous.

Evans thought bitterly.

If anger could kill, he could kill Roland a hundred times.

Just as he was filled with impotent rage, a notification slowly came from outside the hall.

"An audience with the military advisor!"

Hearing the title of military advisor, Evans finally perked up and started shouting loudly.

"Please invite the military advisor in!"

If there is anyone who still has the courage to persevere, it must be his military advisor, the black-robed magician Landry of mysterious origin.

The alien magician is a rare branch of magician. Many of the magic they use come from other dimensions, so they are called alien magicians, or alien magicians for short.

Landry soon appeared in front of Evans.

"Your Majesty, you seem to have been in some trouble recently."

The military advisor, who was always shrouded in black fog, said with a smile.

Evans stood up to greet him, but his smile was somewhat bitter. "Military Advisor, please don't make fun of me. A lot of big things have happened in the past six months since you left. I really can't stand it anymore."

"Your Majesty is worried about the invasion of the Gracia Empire?"

"Yes, the Gracians came with great force and aggressiveness this time, and they are determined not to stop until they have taken over all of our family's territory."

Landry and Evans sat down at the desk. After Evans briefly introduced the current situation, he asked with a little dissatisfaction:

"Although the military advisor always had his own things to do in the past, it has never been as long as this time. How could you not be here when I need you the most?"

Landry knew that Evans was just complaining, so he didn't care. He just smiled and explained, "Your Majesty, I am a visitor from another dimension. I have to return to my original dimension every few years to replenish my energy."

"I reminded Your Majesty a year ago to prepare for war, but Your Majesty neglected it."

It would be fine if this matter was not mentioned, but once it was mentioned, Evans felt a little embarrassed.

Not just a year ago, as early as three years ago when Romell ascended the throne, Landry reminded him many times that the Gracia Empire was warlike and warlike, and the new emperor needed to use military merits to consolidate his position after ascending the throne. The most suitable target was the Holy Essen Empire.

When facing an enemy that is eyeing you covetously, you must be prepared early.

However, Evans disagreed. Romell was only sixteen years old when he ascended the throne. Although he was extremely powerful, he was just a kid after all. It would take a long time just to consolidate the internal situation and coordinate the relationship between old and new ministers.

Who could have thought that this kid didn't play by the rules at all, and directly suppressed the prince's party after ascending the throne.

Who would come to power and not continue to use the old emperor's original team instead of using his own new team?

Simply outrageous.

But that's what Romell did.

He lay dormant for three years, seemingly harmless, but in fact he was preparing a big move. When the princelings' disappointment and anger accumulated to the extreme, he issued a call to arms to them.

After receiving the promise of titles and promotions, the princelings rushed forward with howling sounds.

The leaders of this war are all newcomers trained by Romel over the years.

Compared to the team left by Roland, they lacked experience and knowledge, but their abilities and fighting spirit were no less.

And their desire for merit and glory is unmatched.

"They are just a bunch of starving beasts!"

Evans muttered unhappily.

Perhaps because he felt that what he said was too discouraging, he quickly changed his words and said, "These are a bunch of lunatics. Normal people are of course afraid of lunatics. How should I deal with this bunch of lunatics? Please teach me, military advisor."

After listening to Evans' story, Landry's expression became increasingly solemn.

He had just returned from the other dimension and only had a general understanding of the battlefield situation, but was not familiar with the in-depth inside story. He originally thought that it was Roland's original team, but he didn't expect that the people who came this time were newcomers.

"I never thought that Roland would dare to delegate so much power to his son. Luo Meier actually accepted all the policies left by Roland and let the princelings starve for three whole years."

"I've seen so many scenes of loving fathers and filial sons, but this kind of scene is really rare."

Landry muttered.

Seeing that the military advisor was only praising his opponent, Evans felt a little unhappy.

He reminded softly: "Military Advisor, this is not what I want to hear."

"I know what you are worried about, please relax."

Landry's expression was full of confidence, and he said calmly: "Although the entire empire can overcome the difficulties by mobilizing, the princes and we are not on the same page, so there is no need to think about this path."

Evans was speechless. Do I need you to tell me this?

If these princes were obedient, he would not have to wait for the military advisor to return.

Seeing Evans hesitated, Landry smiled and said, "Since internal potential cannot be tapped, let's seek help from outside."

"Military Advisor, do you mean to ask the Lisenburg Empire to attack Gracia?"

"Your Majesty is wise. As long as the Lisenburg Empire joins us in sending troops, the Gracia Empire will be trapped from both sides."

Landry asked with a half-smile, "Your Majesty, how confident are you in convincing the Lisenburg Empire?"

The light in Evans' eyes gradually disappeared, and he said dejectedly, "The Emperor of the Lisenburg Empire was helped to ascend the throne by Roland. How dare he disobey Roland? I was overthinking it."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to do so. Although the Lisenburg Empire is now in decline, it is still an empire after all. Which emperor would be willing to be a puppet? All he needs is an opportunity."

Landry's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and he said coldly: "If the Gracia Army encounters a major setback in our country, I don't believe that the Lisenburg Empire will be able to sit still."

Of course I can't sit still.

Landry was right. No one wanted to be a puppet, let alone an emperor.