Chapter 416 415 Dear Majesty Divik, This Is the Solon Civil War

Chapter 416 415. Dear Your Majesty Dewek, this is the Solonian Civil War.

On top of the city wall, Zenil looked in the direction of the royal capital, Rodmir, and stood there for a long time, silent.

Leticia, the scribe who had lost her virginity to Zenil in countless rumors, no longer wore casual clothes and put on silver-white armor together with Zenil.

Following the sound of her footsteps, Zenil rubbed his eyebrows and turned his head: "Sent out?"

"I believe they have all received it at this moment." Leticia said respectfully.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke again: "Your Majesty..."

"It's Your Highness."

"I think there is no difference. The moment we made the decision, you have become the natural king of Solon in our minds."

Zenil patted Leticia, who was half-kneeling, and motioned for her to stand up.

Walking on the city wall that was slightly damaged after a small-scale war, stepping on blood-stained wall bricks and broken weapons, Zenil always used his tall figure to protect Leticia from the wind and snow.

"Your tone seems a bit pessimistic."

Leticia was startled, and then said apologetically: "Perhaps it is because I am always handling documents and managing the territory for His Majesty. Living in the rear, I always look at some things too rationally. For adventures that should be exchanged for honor with blood and life. Actions cannot help but be measured and judged materially.”

"It's very interesting, let me know what you think."

Several archons who had followed Zenir since the establishment of the Storm Territory joined the team, following closely behind the two. They remained silent and listened quietly.

"We can't be sure that they will make the decision as expected. Once..." Leticia paused after finishing speaking, glanced at Zenil, and then observed the expression of the consul behind her, and continued, "There is a gamble. ingredients.”

Zenil was very calm: "It is indeed a bet, but at least it is not without reason. It is a bet towards despair."

Stroking the pitted wall tiles, he said: "If you want to get something, you have to pay a price. Risks are always there. There is no 100% successful option. If there is, then I am definitely not the only one who chooses this path."

A consul gritted his teeth and said: "If things don't go as expected, we have prepared ships. Your Majesty only needs to go to sea to plot..."

"Don't go to sea." Zenil's voice was calm, but his tone was unquestionable. "The so-called planning for the future is just an illusion to comfort oneself. If you lose land and resources, you will lose the population. Without the population, there will be no fault tolerance. With no room for maneuver, there is no winning point.”

The consuls knelt down and planned to remonstrate, but they heard the sound of Xenir's spear sinking into the wall.

The messenger who came quickly after the search was frightened and stunned when he saw this scene. Fortunately, Leticia came back to her senses and woke up the messenger with her voice.

"Letter from the capital."

After hearing these words, everyone's eyes were fixed on the messenger. He was already sweating profusely, and white smoke was rising from his head.

"The messenger in the city told me that the other party said..." The messenger swallowed, "Cherish the atmosphere provided by the peace celebration."

The words with unclear meaning made everyone stunned. Zenil was the first to react. He gently moved the spear that was embedded in the wall, and listened to the "rustling" sound made by the rock being moved, and smiled.

Leticia said ecstatically: "Your Majesty...they..."

"I said they had no reason to refuse."

Everyone who followed Zenil knew how difficult it was to achieve what they had to achieve, and now that they heard that the most difficult obstacle had been overcome, everyone was happy.

Although the road ahead is still full of difficulties, from now on, they have hope of winning in every remaining step.

The arrival of another messenger made the consuls frown. She vaguely remembered that this messenger was heading to the north of Solon, which had become no man's land. They had previously wondered why Leticia, who was in charge of the information channel, wanted to Send people to that desolate, bone-filled place.

"Your Highness... We did meet the person you mentioned in the North. The rumor is true, and the other person rejected your proposal and said..."

"Go on."

"He will carry out his own will and do what he wants to do. If he is your enemy, then see you on the battlefield."

The archons clenched their fists. They wanted to rebuke this arrogant person, but found that they did not even know the other person's name.

"In that case, let him go..." Zenil's eyes were deep and the corners of his mouth were smiling, "My good sister is secretly encroaching on the surrounding areas, and it seems that she is not willing to defend the city in the coming chaos... all the time He hated politics, but he actually changed and wanted to make changes.”

Zenil murmured, "Your Majesty the Pope, can the stability and tranquility you expect really be maintained... Under the magic tide, those unwilling fires have been ignited. Once they see the flames, the moths will fight regardless of their own safety. Pounce... If you can't stop it, no one can stop it."

"This is the general trend of the times. Pope Laurent sees it more clearly than you..."

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If Zenil left the last trace of dignity for his father Dewek, it must be that he did not choose to launch an attack on the day of the [Day of Liberation] peace celebration, allowing Solon, who was one of the four major powers, to perfectly pull off the celebration. Open the curtain.

But the tenderness stopped there.

After hearing the news, the furious Divik smashed the jade bowl in his hand to pieces. He angrily denounced Zenil's rebellious and unrighteous behavior, and even described all his past "positive examples" as "buying people's hearts" in front of the ministers. Several ministers and nobles who had close contacts with Zenil were immediately imprisoned and their titles were stripped.

After comprehensively criticizing his ambitious eldest son and defining his actions as "rebellion", Divik, who had the legitimacy of the imperial power, decided to find the remaining three countries to gain support before ordering troops to quell the rebellion.

Divik did not take the rebellion initiated by his prestigious eldest son seriously at all. Whether it was training him or Tanya, it was all preparation for the arrival of the magic tide.

Under the magic tide, the power structure was turbulent and people's minds changed. In order to keep Solon alive, Divik just gave them the territory and let them run it to make multiple preparations.

He had long imagined the scene of children who were too young but were blinded by power raising weapons against him.

It was a ridiculous scene, wasn't it?

How could a fledgling fight against a huge adult bird whose beak, wings and claws had been honed to the extreme?

Divek was not sad that he would kill his own flesh and blood. He had too many children and the family affection had already faded.

Divek was just helpless that the best card in his hand had launched a worthless war at an inappropriate time. Zenir should have continued to work diligently to consolidate his power in the magic tide.

As for the throne... one day, it might be his.

But before Divek told him, whoever touched it would die!

Antonio of the Theocracy, Noel of Sligo, and Ravenis of Codezonn were invited. Divek announced directly that he would send troops to suppress the rebellion, and hoped that the three countries would confirm Zenir as "Solon's traitor" at this moment.

Noel's hand was groping around Little Silence, and his arm was finally slapped hard. The crisp sound interrupted Devik's long speech.

Devik didn't care about Noel's behavior. He was used to it. Since he was accused of molesting the maid, the voices criticizing his private morality were endless and extremely harsh.

In public, he walked around Noel's maids, and the people below would say: "Look, I said that thing was true, and now everyone is avoiding suspicion."

He tried to treat the group of maids as if nothing had happened, and someone would immediately say: "I knew that thing was true. Look at how enthusiastic he is to treat other people's maids. Sure enough, Noel's collection is more fragrant."

The word "more" directly lowered Devik's image to Noel's level, as if the two were exactly the same in their debauchery.

Devik ignored the commotion on Noel's side and stared at Antonio—the attitude of the Church was particularly important.

Everyone from the Glorious Academy who came together looked at each other, and finally, Antonio cleared his throat.

"In view of the great significance of the [Day of Relief] Peace Celebration to the tribes of Mera, and the sudden civil war in the Solon Empire, the celebration cannot be continued. We decided to move the celebration to the ancient city [Fagutar], which is in need of reconstruction, and continue to hold it, in order to remember the deep suffering brought to Mera by the second immersion disaster, pay tribute to the heroes, and celebrate the hard-won peace."

When this very polite official speech ended, Divik was stunned for a few seconds. The archon accompanying Solon had already tasted something unusual, but no one dared to speak.

Antonio looked around: "I wonder, what do Codzoen and Sligo think?"

Noel, who was hugging Little Silence's waist and rubbing it, took the time to say: "I support it... Don't move, let me smell it carefully."

Ravenis tried to keep a nonchalant look, ignoring the movement from the other head: "I support it."

Because he had a certain degree of fame during the war and made a great contribution, Lu Yu also got the opportunity to listen in. He smiled and tasted Divik's constantly changing face, inexplicably happy.

"Your Majesty Divik, this is the Solon Civil War." He repeated Antonio's words in a joking tone, causing Divik himself to cast two sharp eyes, but soon, he looked at Antonio again.

"What do you mean!" Divik asked, suppressing his anger. "Civil war? This is a premeditated shameful rebellion. It happened on the second day of the Peace Celebration. It is a blasphemy against the heroes who died in countless wars and a naked contempt for the tribes of Mera!"

Devik tried to put a bigger hat on Zenir to arouse the indignation of the people present, but unexpectedly, no one responded. They still sat in their original positions, staring at him without saying a word.

Until he confirmed that Divik did not intend to make any supplements, Antonio said lightly: "I deeply regret this. In order to make the tribes treat this matter without bias, and for His Majesty Divik to do his best to suppress the rebellion, we can only do this."

"I need to emphasize again that since the rebel is Prince Storm, your eldest prince, this is indeed a civil war."

Facing this group of people who had already been informed, Divik kicked over the tea table beside them after they left.

Not long ago, the Church obviously supported him, and he even hoped that Noel would let go of his "hatred" by giving up part of the trade profits.

"Why...why did you change your position!" Devik gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. Even if the three major countries did not support your blockade of the rebel leader Zenir, the rebels still have no chance of winning with Solon's current strength."

"Yes, at that time, the dyeing had just left, and the relationship between the tribes was harmonious. They would not intervene in the war. In this war without interference from outsiders, Solon has the advantage."

Under the persuasion of the archon, Divik also felt that there was no need to be so excited. He took a breath and ordered: "Go and confirm the ideas of the other tribes."

The positions of the tribes were surprisingly consistent.

All kinds of sea monsters said that as long as the war was not led to the sea, they were happy to eat dried fish and watch.

Most of the orcs asked about the scale and the expected end time. They were very worried that the trade route would be blocked after the arrival of spring.

The half-dragons were still as cold as frost, and even sprayed a flame at Solon's messenger.

The information collected can basically be described as: "You can fight however you want, whoever wins will be the boss."

Devik no longer waited, he dispatched the rested legion and sent out teams of black owls.

In order to prevent any excuse, Devik did not choose to let the black owls assassinate Zenir's base. He wanted to crush his foolish son head-on, so that all those who were ready to move and thought that they could reach out to touch the imperial power when the magic tide came would see clearly the fate of being his enemy!

Devik also did not forget the good daughter who secretly annexed two city-states. He stood in front of the sand table, looking at the Green Shade Territory, sneering.

"You use your good reputation to gather a group of low-level insects to work for you, but what can they do?"

"They raise livestock for you, sweep the yard for you, and cultivate the land for you... Yes, these lowly people are always good at doing these things... But what else can they do?"

Devik pushed a team of black owls towards the Green Shade Territory: "What can you use to resist this absolute power?"

"Just these idiots who are moved by you and are willing to exchange their flesh and blood for your survival?"

"Even if there are hundreds or thousands of them, even if they raise their weapons, what can they do? Can they hurt the black owls at all?"

Devik ordered in a deep voice: "All of Tanya's archons must be eliminated, and none of the magicians she gathered must be left alive. I want her to watch everything she managed fall intact, and then bring her back... Solon still needs her to continue the excellent bloodline."

After the black owls confirmed the order, they left in silence. In their dictionary, maintaining Solon's survival is the first priority. If the prince and princess try to stop them, there will be only one end.