Chapter 689 Joint Council (4)

Everyone here is very smart, and they also have keen political acumen and vision. They spent different time thinking about the same thing.

Whether it was Tyron or Drizzt, they were paving the way for Turamon's speech.

If the above words are flowers, then the previous double reeds are green leaves.

His Majesty's confidantes have no differences of opinion at all, and they have a sincere and united heart.

Some elderly ministers looked at Henrietta, then at Psalmwell, and finally understood why His Majesty the King looked disappointed when his uncle said he had no objection when Tyron finished talking.

Because the one-man show is very boring and lacks the fun of interaction.

And the one-man show written, directed and acted by myself is even more meaningless.

Many people looked at him with terrified eyes, and some people stared straight ahead, not knowing what they were thinking, but from their slightly trembling hands, slightly twitching faces, or frequently twisting sitting postures, one could clearly know their hearts. Not calm, but magnificent.

Henrietta was still calm, with a calm expression and an even calmer heart.

The sneer at the corner of Melore's mouth became thicker, and the raised eyebrows were slightly mocking, as if he knew things would develop like this.

Al Nasi crouched in the shadows in the corner of the venue, gently kneading the oxygen hose with his withered fingers.

It didn't know when it left the nostrils and landed in the palm of the old prince. The overflowing air flow made waves on the silky robe.

Form a legion to attack "Aradelle" and drive Tang Fang and his biological battleship group out of the country?

It's not that simple.

Tang Fang is just one of His Majesty's goals, and perhaps using "secondary goals" to describe it is closer to the truth.

He is still just a small person, at least in His Majesty's heart, he is a small person who can be used at will. Little people who come to achieve their own political goals.

Because he has feelings, because he is a very ordinary person, even if he controls a fearsome military force, he is still a weak person, a pawn. Chess pieces that can be used as you like!

As Turamon once said: "The sound of stomping a cockroach is beautiful."

They never thought of him as an equal.

If Tang Fang is just driven out from "Aladale", the old-school forces may suffer some negative effects and continue to go far on the road of disadvantage, but they will never be injured and fall into a desperate situation.

But if we can use this as an opportunity to push this crusade into a national war. What will be the result?

Because of the relationship between Henrietta and Tang Fang, the command of this war will inevitably be concentrated in the hands of Psalmwell. The new faction will further control the country's military power, and then affect the entire officialdom, triggering a domino effect. This made the disadvantaged situation of the old-school forces worse.

Then, through various methods such as breaking up, reorganizing, splitting, wooing, and holding back, Henrietta's influence in the military and political circles will be minimized. Then His Majesty the King only needs to sit on the sidelines, and the old forces will mess up. Eventually fell apart.

On the other hand, if it really forms an alliance with the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire and obtains sufficient political capital, Praisewell's prestige will explode. Completely overshadowed Henrietta, and even Arnaci back then, and became a figure of the level of Kirkcraft I. Rule over the entire United Kingdom of Turanx.

This is the final blow to the old-school forces. There is no need for a military coup or conspiracy. They will be completely reduced to a wave in the kingdom's political history, drowned in the rolling tide.

If Hymn Will had been more generous, Henrietta might have gone the way of Arnaci. People including Mellor and Gilcott will be marginalized and thrown away somewhere to retire.

In fact, Henrietta may not be able to survive as tenaciously as Arnaci. Not everyone lives that long.

Only those who know Anthem Will know that there are no "ifs" at all. His Majesty the King is not Henrietta, and he will not treat his uncle like Henrietta treated Arnasi back then. He will cut off the head of his biggest political enemy with his own hands, and use the blood to decorate the crown of thorns on his head.

Of course, whether the punishment is to grind the flesh with a blunt knife or cut the mess with a sharp knife depends on the mood of His Majesty the King.

People who figured it out looked at Praise Will sitting on the rostrum with shock and fear on their faces.

That body is not burly, let alone vigorous, on the contrary, it has a weak smell.

But such an ordinary body contained terrifying power.

The era of Henrietta is over, and the stage belonging to Anthem Will is coming.

Apart from the shock, the faces of the members of the new faction showed a bit of complacency and pride.

Many people in the fence-sitting faction flickered for a while, and then looked at the face on the rostrum that seemed to be solidified by glue, and they finally made up their minds to follow in the footsteps of His Majesty the King.

Henrietta, Mellor and the others guessed that Anthem Will would launch an attack at the joint meeting, but they did not expect that their good nephew would take advantage of the wind and drag the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire into this domestic political turmoil. Bureau.

Of course, such an accident was not unexpected at all. They had already prepared psychologically for the result in advance. No matter how unexpected the process was, it would be difficult to stir the nerves of the princes.

The lords and ministers belonging to the old-school forces are excluded.

Their faces were occupied by panic, their hearts were filled with disappointment, they looked at the rostrum with resentful and angry eyes, they didn't understand why those old people didn't move, let alone said anything, they kept calm all the time, and sat and watched Anthem Will take this The victory is pushed to the extreme, and the old-school forces are pushed into the abyss.

"I should have left a way out for myself a long time ago."

"I regret that I should have made such a choice."

"This day has finally come..."

Some ministers of the old-school forces began to regret it, and looked at the few people on the rostrum with complicated expressions. No matter in their eyes or expressions, they all showed a sense of sadness at the end of the road.

The lords who were outside the power core of the old-school forces either lowered their brows in thought, or their eyes wandered, or they bit their lower lips tightly, thinking about how to go next. Consider whether to change the banner, at least you can save your life.

Tusena once again looked at the empty seats not far away, thinking that Tripathi did not speak out or attend, what does it mean? He is really sick. Or an excuse?

If it is an evasive word, keep silent on purpose, what kind of emotion do you want to express. Is it a protest? To whom? His enemy is obviously Captain Tang, and he should participate in both cases...

Wait, Tucson raised his head. Frightened eyes fell on Psalm Will's face.

He thought of a possibility, if everything is a conspiracy.

Captain Tang is a chess piece, and Tripathi is also a chess piece, including everyone in the joint council, who is also a chess piece in someone's hand.

terrible. It was horrible.

His hands trembled slightly, and his right eyelid twitched.

Maybe all these things are a political conspiracy carefully planned by His Majesty the King.

He was frightened by his own thoughts, and even more frightened by the faceless face on the rostrum. For the first time, he felt that it was not a face, but a black hole that could swallow everyone.

He finally knew why Tripathi chose to remain silent, because he was unwilling but did not dare. The only way to protest is by keeping silent.

He looked at Henrietta and the others again, and felt that His Royal Highness the Regent was really pitiful.

They were as helpless as Tripathi and simply kept silent. Watching His Majesty the King sing a one-man show.

The kid named Tang Fang is even more pitiful, pathetic, and stupid. How long will it take him to understand that the world is cruel, society is sinister, and survival is not easy?

"It was Hymn Will who won."

Tussana looked at Arnasi's old face. Whisper softly in a voice only you can hear.

When the atmosphere in the venue returned to calm, Anthem Will said in a dispirited voice: "Let's vote."

Simply expel Tang Fang from the country. It is not necessary to use all * power, but if a national war is launched. Naturally, it is necessary to obtain the support of most lords.

Praise Will's words opened the prelude to a new round of team action.

Needless to say, the members of the new faction, more than 90% of the members of the fence-sitting faction voted in favor, and only a very small number of people chose to abstain.

Nearly 40% of the lords of the old-school forces turned to Praiseville, and a few nobles who were close to Henrietta didn't even have the energy to press the opposition button.

The results of the vote have not yet been announced, and Hymn Will has won.

It's just that such a victory, in the eyes of His Majesty the King, is really a bit dull.

It is wonderful when there is struggle, and there is something special when there is a hero's twilight. Now it is good, Henrietta and Mellor are like spectators throughout the whole process, watching him direct a scene of untouching drama with calm expressions and calm eyes.

They shouldn't be spectators, Arnasi is.

Turamon returned to his seat from the podium, the proud expression on his face was cooled by Henrietta's indifference.

He couldn't figure out why the old guy was so calm, was he disheartened, or was his mind already strong?

Why is Melore, who has always been known for his grumpy temper, so calm.

What are they... waiting for?

What are you waiting for? The overall situation has been settled, can they still turn the tables? impossible!

Drizzt walked towards the counting system with several dignitaries of state.

There was a brilliant smile on Tyronn's face that only a winner can have.

Edwina's profile is very charming, like a fairy.

Servis wiped his hands with a handkerchief. The focused and cruel expression on his face made one think that he was not wiping his hands, but clearly wiping a blood-stained sword.

Li Yun's projection oscillated slightly, like the ripples created by throwing a stone into a lake.

The vote was not a surprise, nor could it be.

Drizzt's smile was weird.

An important state official belonging to an old-school faction was trembling all over, and he almost didn't even have the strength to walk.

No one to help him, no one to help him.

However, at this moment, an officer of the national security department entered through the side door in the corner of the venue, with a somewhat panicked, dignified, and playful expression on his face.

No one noticed his presence, everyone was making their own calculations, thinking about what to do next, and what would be beneficial to them.

Drizzt's assistant walked into the venue after talking with the man.

Only then did people notice something unusual, and they all woke up from their trance, watching the assistant walk to the Minister of Internal Affairs, whispering for a while, and then handing him a pda.

Drizzt was obviously at a loss and hesitated for a moment. After waving his hands to dismiss the assistant, he turned and walked towards the rostrum.

The smile on his face had disappeared and was replaced by calmness. Only a few ministers who knew him well knew that such calmness was not real calmness, but pretended calmness.

Not much effort. The pda came from his hand in front of Hymn Will.

His Majesty the King stared at the display screen for a while, frowning slightly on his expressionless face.

The ticket checking process was forced to stop, and many people looked at the rostrum with puzzled eyes, wondering what happened.

"Transfer to the big screen." Praise Will thought for a while, and said, "I want to see what he is going to do."

These words were addressed to Drizzt. It was also for Henrietta, because His Royal Highness Prince Regent had a smile on his originally calm face, not a smug smile, but a gratified smile, maybe... there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

As for who the object of ridicule is. Of course there is no need to explain.

Drizzt retreated with the pda, and in just a few breaths, the display equipment platform on the dome slowly lowered, and the 6 large monitors distributed in a circle were awakened from the dormant state, showing a surprising scene.

No, it's a portrait!

According to some, it was a man who should have been dead for a long time.

Yes, he is Surbacho. Congreve's legal successor, the man labeled dead by the anti-reformists.

There was an exclamation in the venue, especially Reeves Knall's voice was the loudest.

"Sulpacho. It's Surpacho! Isn't he dead? Why is he still alive?"

"Yeah, why is he still alive? Could Reeves be lying?"

Many looked to Reeves Knall, and some looked to Hymn Will in the middle of the podium.

The former wondered why Sulbacho didn’t die, and the latter didn’t know what the plan of Psalmwell was. The channel that Sulbacho appeared on was the official media of “Aradelle”, and it must have fallen into the hands of Captain Tang. .

"I'm Sulbacho. I'm still alive." Sulbacho didn't leave too much time for the lords and ministers present to think. He said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry. I disappointed some people. "

Let someone down? Disappoint who, Reeves?

It was noticed that Sulpacho looked very ill. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and there were some purple-brown cracks running downstream of the dull skin.

"Actually, if I live like this, I might as well die. That's a kind of relief... Isn't it, Uncle Reeves?"

After speaking, Surbacho raised his right hand.

It can no longer be described as a "hand", it is simply a wriggling mass of rotten flesh.

Some began to gag, others paled.

Anthem Will, Tulamon, Edwina and the others frowned, with complex expressions on their faces.

"Thanks to the Supreme Security Council, I have become a monster, and also thanks to the Supreme Security Council, my respected father has also become a monster."

After saying this, the screen flashed, and Surbagio's face was replaced by a piece of video data, which was the scene of Congreve's corpse change.

The screen changed, and Sulbacho returned to the screen: "Father didn't drink too much and died. The real cause of his death was that he was killed when he discovered that the 'Rulzan' scientific research park had been mixed with people from the Supreme Security Council."

Next are three video clips. The first clip is a scientific researcher in a white hexagram talking with Congreve, talking and laughing. The second source shows Congreve arguing with them. The third paragraph of information is that the long-tongued monster is chasing and killing several people in Tang Fang.

Same location, different events.

"Father has been carrying out reforms in the territory. This practice has touched the cheese of many clansmen and vassal families in the family, so the Duchy of Kenar was divided into two, advocating the reformist occupation of 'Aradale' and opposing the reformist occupation of 'Joseon Na'."

"In the beginning, I was one of the anti-reformists, but as time went on, I began to understand my father and tried to lobby the anti-reformists to accept his ideas."

"The result is frustrating and even more tragic. My dear uncle and mother, with the help of the Supreme Security Council, turned me into a walking dead, a marionette, a puppet controlled by phagocytosis, used to thwart reform. , against the father, to safeguard the interests of them and the family behind them."

"Yes, in order to fight against my father, my dear uncle, and my mother, they did not hesitate to unite with the notorious Supreme Security Council."

"It wasn't until my father found out that I had no choice but to murder and suppress those reformist veterans who had doubts."

"God is always merciful, isn't he?"

"Fortunately, the lame means they used to cover up their father's abnormal death led to someone, Tang Fang!"

"For them, this is naturally unfortunate. The Edward Fleet was completely defeated by the combined attack of the Obsidian Fleet and the biological battleship. Under such circumstances, the director of the Supreme Security Council drove the hybrid battleship to the stage."

"He is very strong and almost pushed Captain Tang into a desperate situation, but unfortunately he was still defeated."

The image changed again, and a minute-long battle data was played, which was the process of the duel between the Seraph and the Enma.

"Well, that's not all. It's just part of the battle scene filmed at the Golding Naval Port. If anyone doubts the authenticity of the war, the official media homepage of 'Aradelle' has the whole process of the duel between Tang Fang and the hybrid warship."

"Whether it's from the perspective of being the son of man or the manager of the duchy, I should say thank you to him."

"So, for those who accuse Captain Tang of interfering in the internal affairs of 'Aradelle', I sincerely ask you to shut up. Also, I want to say to my dear uncle, you will do everything for the 'Josena' Go to hell for these crimes."

Speaking of this, he paused, and said in a regretful and sad tone: "It's a pity that I only have one week left, and I won't see the day when you and your supporters will confer heads, but I promise, Ai Linna will definitely avenge me and get back what we deserve."

"Also, please stop saying that Captain Tang is not qualified, because she will become an important member of the Kenar family tree in the not-too-distant future."

"Uncle... I'm waiting for you in hell, see you soon." (To be continued)