Huh? Are they all real?...

Because the Emperor asked with a light laugh:

"So who's going to step forward and give Trajan a good beating?"

The emperor had assumed they would be eager to try.

But the deafening noise just moments before vanished as if it were an illusion.

The emperor looked at his subjects with slight surprise.

"Is there no one willing to claim the honor of being the first to fight against Tula?"

The nobles hunched their heads so low they were almost touching their chests.

The emperor wasn't angry; he just smiled helplessly and said:

"It seems you still lack a bit of courage. It doesn't matter, as long as someone starts to fight against Trajan."

"Then you'll see that he was nothing but a false nightmare. So, who's willing to fight?"

Now is not the time to defeat Trajan. He must wait for Prince Adela to arrive and then verify whether the word game is feasible.

If that doesn't work, then he will have to fight Trajan with all his might.

Therefore, his plan was merely to stall Trajan.

But to his surprise, even after all this, the group still showed no intention of going up.

"The border fortresses are still in our hands, and nobody wants even this?"

The first time, the emperor showed a look of surprise.

The crowd remained silent, constantly avoiding the emperor's gaze.

The Emperor shook his head and was about to look at the Lion Clan Grand Duke, one of the Seven Dukes.

The other side was also preparing to step forward.

But just then, a deep voice rang out from the crowd:

"Your Majesty, I do!"

The emperor's lips curled into a smile.

All we need to do now is stall Trajan. I certainly can't leave the capital, and my six old friends aren't really suitable either.

Tula knew too much, and he worried that something unexpected might happen after the two sides made contact.

I thought there was no way out, but I didn't expect there were still brave warriors here.

The crowd parted to make way, revealing a stern-looking, muscular man standing like an iron tower.

He wasn't a high-ranking officer, but judging from his uniform, he was a senior officer, with the rank of lieutenant general.

Upon seeing his arrival, the Emperor nodded and smiled:

"You are a vice admiral, and a naval vice admiral? Ah, naval vice admiral, I know that. My little Ansa reformed the military system and included those airships in the navy."

The reason Baratheon, a landlocked country, has a navy is that they include the 'air force' in their navy.

“Back in our time, we didn’t have anything as useful as airships. Organized air forces were a rarity in countries like ours.”

Due to the peculiar technology tree and religious factors, the development of the air force here has been very slow.

"Tell me your name, child!"

"Horaceau Nelson, the Great."

"General Nelson? Well done! The Empire needs talents like you!"

The Emperor patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. He remembered this person. He was a member of the royal faction and had been promoted by Queen Ansa because of his outstanding abilities.

Both competence and loyalty are undeniably good qualities.

It would be appropriate for him to stall Trajan.

"So, what are your plans?"

"I will lead my most loyal legion to the front lines, Your Majesty!"

The emperor clapped his hands with increasing satisfaction.

He even personally handed his sword to Lieutenant General Horatio Nelson, and just before handing over the sword, he solemnly addressed his general:

"General Nelson, now that you are a marshal, I authorize you to command all the troops at the front, just as I bestow upon you my sword!"

"Let Trajan see your abilities, Marshal Nelson!"

"Don't worry, Emperor!"

General Horatio Nelson solemnly accepted the Emperor's sword.

When Nelson's grand fleet set sail from the capital.

Urged on by their financial backers, countless newsboys were scattering brand-new newspapers throughout the streets and alleys:

"An unspeakable cannibalistic demon is approaching the imperial border!"

"Imperial Marshal Horatio Nelson has been ordered to lead an expedition to strike the demons!"

In this world, the titles of kings are extremely special. Calling a mortal a king, even a non-existent evil title like Demon King, is extremely unusual.

It is also very inappropriate and dangerous.

But for some reason, this time, no one, from top to bottom or anywhere else, noticed the problem.

It was as if that were indeed the case.

Chapter 144 The despicable and shameless thief of state enters Tingen (6k)

At the border between the South and Baratheon.

The southern army's camp was temporarily set up here.

Opposite Mohn lies the Baratheon fortress complex, officially known as the Tingen Fortress Complex.

It's not as impregnable as a fortified wall like Grass, but it would still be a troublesome place to break through.

There were only two people in Moen's tent at that moment.

One was Moen, who sat in the main seat, and the other was Prince Adela, who had come to visit.

Looking at Moen, who didn't even come down to show any respect.

Prince Adela shook his head and said:

"Lord Trajan, you are a nobleman, and so am I. Shouldn't you at least show some respect?"

Still seated in his own place, Moen smiled and said:

"The fact that I'm allowing you to come along is already the greatest respect I can show your father and mother. After all, we're actually enemies, aren't we?"

"Prince Adela".

Prince Adela returned to Qazadoom just as he was about to depart.

It was strange that the other party wanted to come back at this time.

But since Aurora didn't directly intervene, Moen didn't intend to openly break ties with a dynasty.

But that's it.

"So, now that we're here, shouldn't you tell us why you're following us?"

Seeing Moen's reaction, Adela shook her head with a hint of helplessness.

He was a prince, theoretically second only to gods and kings in terms of prestige, but Trajan genuinely had no respect for that.

If it were someone else, he would definitely be very interested in letting them know what politeness and class are.

But here

Prince Adela let out a long sigh of relief and took out two potions from his white robe.

After a moment's hesitation, he handed the portion in his left hand to Moen:

“My mother disagrees with me, but my father holds a different view. Therefore, I am here on my father’s orders to give this item to you.”

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this should be the key to your victory."

Prince Adela took the remaining portion back.

Moen knew what it was; it was a Sequence 2 potion from the Glory Path.

The Empress, Emperor Lloyd, and Emperor Doyle each received a portion, and their own portion was made into a Sound-Following Hunter.

So this is one-fifth of the remaining portion?

Prince Adela, noticing Moen's gaze, smiled:

"My orders were only to deliver this one to you. As for this, I'm sorry, I cannot give it to you."

Then, he raised the potion in his hand and asked:

So, would you like this?

Moen nodded to show he understood and stepped down from his seat, approaching Prince Adela.

This guy is indeed a stunning beauty, just like his mother.

It seems he takes after his mother, Aurora, completely; otherwise, even if he resembled his father in some way, he wouldn't look like this.

It wouldn't be accurate to say his father was shockingly ugly. It's just that the two of them together did remind Moen of Beauty and the Beast.

In short, after receiving the potion from the other party, Moen said with some surprise:

"This isn't right."

"What do you mean?"

"This is the Sequence One Extraordinary Property of the Glory Path."

"Yes, Lord Trajan."

Adela chuckled and nodded.

"He's from Baratheon Doyle?"

"If no other owner appears along the way, then that is indeed the case."

Prince Adela gave Moen a serious look, and sure enough, Trajan knew that the man was Emperor Lloydman the Magnificent.

When Qazadoom received his mother's reply, he wondered why she wanted him to kill Constus but still wanted to continue cooperating with the Emperor.

Then, following the direction of his finger, he cut the letter in two, and looking at the separated Constance and the Emperor, he finally understood.

Constance and the Emperor were not together.

The only explanation for this is that the current Emperor Doyle is actually Emperor Lloydman!

If this is not the case, it cannot explain why the emperor was hostile to his own subjects.

"But how did he manage to maintain his ideal state for a thousand years?"

Before Adela could respond, Moen, who was carefully examining the potion in his hand, suddenly realized:

"This potion is incomplete. Before being killed, Emperor Doyle used his final ideal state to tear off a portion of his extraordinary abilities?"

You realized it so quickly?!

Prince Adela was surprised again. He only learned this after his father told him.

This person actually figured it out just by looking at the potion.

Adela wasn't surprised that the other party could guess, but this was a bit too fast, wasn't it?

"Yes, as you said, this potion is incomplete, which is why the Emperor needs to cooperate with us. He's not just playing word games; he's also missing the most crucial element."

"The angel of glory he defeated was not complete."

Moen's reasoning at the time was very close to reality, but there was another major reason why the other party had been holding back: Emperor Doyle was not a normal Glory Angel.

This is the life-saving charm that Emperor Doyle left for himself.

This is also Moen's biggest advantage right now.

Since Emperor Doyle is not complete, he cannot become a god before the other party obtains his potion.