I see emperor stats-Chapter 127
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'Yes, I'd rather be under His Highness Julius!'
Wallace sighed as he looked at the figures in front of him.
"yes? More money?”
“If you are the Marquis who has the best guild in the south, isn't he capable enough? haha… … .”
The old nobleman, stroking his white beard and now threatening Wallace, was the Duke of Arsene, the key figure who led the southern rebellion.
Since he was already over seventy years old, he was considered almost a retired person in the political world, but he suddenly resumed his activities in the south.
The reason why the high-ranking aristocrats came together quickly was because of his influence, which was the highest in rank and the highest in age, except for the grand duke in the south.
'I thought he would be messing around in the mansion since he hadn't been seen for almost ten years. Did this old man have this ability?'
Wallace continued with tears in his eyes, though suspicious inside.
“If eliminating the first prince is successful, you must keep your promise.”
“Of course! Do you think it is possible that the lowly monkeys of the East, who are the blue dragon top or something, are aiming for the top of the empire? On the day the gig ends, Ryan's Merchant will rise to the top of the Empire again.”
'Fuck! Before that, I'll go bankrupt!'
Wallace sighed inwardly. In fact, the Archduke and Julius mainly entrusted him with duties, but he never asked for money so much that his pillar roots were shaken.
However, the nobles of the south, including the Duke of Arsene, are all full of greed as much as Wallace.
“What can I say, but… In fact, wasn't the Marquis originally the guardian of the first prince?”
“If we want to believe in you, you have to show that kind of sincerity. haha."
This was the bat's limit. After sticking around here and there, in the end, I couldn't get proper trust from either side. Wallace, who is a bit of an old woman, felt that if she continued like this, she would be stripped of her money until she was on the brink of bankruptcy.
'Now my lifeline is really only His Highness Julius.'
After extorting money today, he sat down to write a letter to Julius while grinding his teeth.
'Let's see where the damn old people are!'
It was not like a three-year-old child telling his parents, but he looked really pitiful.
* * *
“His Highness, the First Prince, step back!”
“Back off! Back off!”
Three days had already passed since the nobles continued their protest in front of the imperial palace. He shouted so hard while using so much evil that some people even let out an airy voice because their throats were hurt by the aristocratic theme.
“I’m doing as instructed above, but isn’t this too hard?”
"Shh! Look over there and shout quickly!”
The nobles, who were already exhausted, saw a group coming out of the imperial palace and immediately began to shout again.
“His Highness, the First Prince, step back!”
“Back off! Back off!”
It was Julius and his escort knights who came out of the imperial palace right after the meeting.
“… … .”
Julius glanced at the aristocrats and then, without a word, hurried on.
buzz buzz.
On the third day after the aristocrats started acting like that, various rumors were spreading even within the capital. In front of the imperial palace, where nobles were already protesting, numerous onlookers were whispering.
“Don’t you have anything to say today?”
All the onlookers who had been expecting a reaction from Julius in their hearts all looked disappointed.
“What did His Highness the First Prince really do? You don't have any excuses, and you pass by so indifferently.”
"no way… no way. Isn't he already a hero of the empire? Even if you stay still, the emperor's seat will roll in?"
“Still, why do high-ranking people act like that?”
Certainly, the protests that the aristocrats staged by going through hardships, which they normally do not, had an effect.
In addition, since there was no explanation from Julius' side, the capital was inevitably agitated. First of all, no matter what happens later, state affairs itself is not working properly as the aristocrats intended.
Mareus frowned in disapproval. He knew why he didn't respond, but the fact that such rumors were circulating was quite offensive to him.
“The public sentiment seems to have been agitated, so why don’t you give some kind of explanation?”
“They're all going to be arrested anyway, so why bother responding? If there is an argument, it will only increase rumors.”
“It is, but… … .”
Julius, who answered with an insignificant expression, opened his mouth again.
“Rather than that, have you finished preparing for the tax investigation?”
“The preparations are complete. However, I don't think I will be able to start for the time being because Jungkook is so messy right now. Tsk!”
Looking at Mareus who was constantly clicking his tongue, Julius smiled.
“That went well. Get ready to leave with Bayen by the day after tomorrow.”
“… … !?”
Mareus put on a surprised expression for a moment, then nodded.
“Looks like you found a way to knock them out?”
"yes!"
* * *
That night.
Somewhere in the capital, nobles were sitting around and talking.
“I’m glad that the urgent fire was put out. haha!"
“As expected, no matter how ignorant the first prince appears, we are united like this, so can he carelessly touch us?”
“It's all thanks to Duke Arsene. I thought he was completely retired, but he suddenly gave me this kind of help!”
Most of the aristocrats sitting around were influential people from the south. Unlike the rioters who are protesting, they are the key force behind this incident.
no! It was firmly believed to be a key force. It was because other men were talking on the upper floor of the secret room where they laughed and chatted and created a friendly atmosphere.
Suramazon did not change his expression, but opened his mouth with a cold tone.
“I still have bad taste. Don't you feel bad dealing with those pigs? If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to hold on for even a moment and would have crushed my head.”
“Still, the name is a secret room, but you can hear the conversation there? That must be a problem caused by the fact that you needlessly like your ears.”
The man in the mask grumbled as he received those words. In fact, he didn't like to deal with him. In order to proceed with the plan, he needed some time in the capital, and he attracted nobles for it.
'That goddamn eastern monkey probably doesn't know that, but he grumbles!'
Suramazon, who seemed to have noticed the man's intentions, also moved his gaze to the center of the room where he was standing, slightly brightening his cold eyes.
“Anyway, even though I’m here, aren’t you so trustworthy? You didn't know that you could mobilize the sacred relics of the tribes, did you?”
At the end of his gaze, there was a small golden cup the size of an adult's palm.
At first glance, it looked like an ordinary drinking glass, but those with good eyesight would realize that the glass vibrates slightly and gives off a black gloss.
Suramazon also noticed that and opened his mouth again with an interesting expression.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen the real thing, but is this the ‘Shadow Chalice’? Can't you feel the power so great that it's a holy relic?"
'This ruined baby… … .'
He was usually a man with a smirking mask, but when the other party grabbed the sacrament of the tribe and provoked him, he couldn't help but get angry. The man, who was momentarily angry, fired sharp words at Suramazon.
“Do you want to see and judge for yourself? Then you'll know if it's just a goblet or a holy grail.”
“… … .”
“… … !?”
When the person he was supposed to respond to suddenly stopped talking, the room was gripped by a quiet silence. But that silence didn't last long.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think I will ever get a chance to see it.”
"what?"
Suramazon, who suddenly said something incomprehensible, put his hands behind his back and started walking slowly toward the door.
“Can you feel the strong momentum from the back door? I'll take care of that side, so take care of the rest of the small pikes that come to the front door.”
“… … !?”
The man in the mask who understood the words distorted his expression, and at the same time, the downstairs went wild! Along with the sound, the screams of the nobles were rampant.
“What is it?”
A considerable number of knights were placed to guard the rooms and passages of the building they were in, but they could not even delay the time the intruders jumped in, let alone block them.
easy profit
“Ouch!”
“Heuk!”
The sword that stretched out like a ghost knocked them all down.
Quaang!
Before long, the door to the secret room was shattered and an intruder broke in with a loud noise.
"fury… Your Highness the Prince!?”
“How is this… … .”
“Everybody didn’t even attend the Daejeon meeting, so it looks like they held a fun banquet in a place like this.”
Grinning, Julius lightly raised his hand that was not holding a sword.
“Abama has entrusted me with full authority on this matter. There is evidence, so let's arrest you for treason.”
At the same time, the knights who followed him broke into the room and began to subdue the nobles.
“Damn it… … .”
“Let go! Dare to know who I am.”
Some of the nobles closed their eyes in resignation, and some fiercely rebelled, but they couldn't escape the mighty knights.
at that time! An elderly voice was heard from the stairs leading down to the locker room.
“What kind of fuss is this?”
The owner of the voice was coming down the stairs slowly, probably because he was too old to even walk. As soon as he finished descending the stairs, Julius started talking to him.
“Are you the Duke of Arsene?”
The old man answered his question slowly.
"That's right. I saw you when I was young, but you don't recognize me.”
“Do I need to find out? The person I know already has the coffin lid closed.”
"yes?"
Arsene's expression softened in an instant as her wrinkled eyes narrowed. Julius clicked his tongue.
“Tsk! I've seen it once before in Heavenguard, don't you think I'll recognize that too?"
Chew!
In an instant, a red line was drawn around the neck of the Duke of Arsene, or the black market owner, and it was cut off.
* * *
Quaang!
Meanwhile, there was movement on the back door side as well. A man with a strong build broke down the door in an instant and ran into the room.
“Did I tell you to go to the top?”
Nuada muttered to herself for a moment, then hurled herself toward the stairs.
“… … !?”
But as soon as he stepped onto the stairs, he turned his head abruptly.
Cacan!
A black blade grazed Nuada's neck, but to her surprise, a metallic sound was heard and the blade ricocheted off her throat.
“Is this a pretty good attack?”
He gave me a fist as a gift in return for the knife.
Quaang!
The assailant, who was unable to properly spread the distance due to the narrow stairway, was crushed and fell. Without even looking at the corpse, Nuada ran up the stairs and worked.
“There seem to be a few more, let’s stand proudly!”
Seruk.
Perhaps inspired by his words, more than a dozen signs appeared.
Seeing the faces of those who appeared additionally, he tilted his head.
“Your skin is brown? Are you guys from another continent too?”
“… … .”
They didn't even respond, each drew his weapon or swung his limbs at him.
Nuada frowned.
“Aren’t they rude to attack in droves and not even shout aloud?”
Dressed in red-colored clothes, they had formidable skills. But he was never his opponent.
Clink!
Kwadeuk!
Nuada's fists and feet, dyed in pure white light, turned into the weapon she wielded.
After arranging dozens of masters in an instant, he tried to rise again.
But at that moment!
A cold voice rang in his ears.
“Are you quite good for your age? I don't think it's wrong to choose this side.”
“… … !?”
No sound was heard, but Nuada trusted her senses. Sensing an eerie sensation down his spine, he quickly threw himself to the side.
hooked!
In a matter of seconds, the place where he had been standing just before was completely destroyed, leaving a large palm print. Such marks were made without a sound on the hard stone floor.
“Are you their leader? name is?"
Nuada made a fierce expression and shot at the sudden intruder. The opponent was a middle-aged man in dark red clothes unlike the others. That's what Suramazon directly came down to.
“… … .”
After looking up and down at Nuada for a moment, he muttered coldly:
"I'll tell you if you hold out for my ten seconds."
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