I see emperor stats-Chapter 162
empire vs empire
Julius smiled and swept the knights once.
“It took a lot of work to suddenly run a long way.”
“Hwang Gong!”
“Everybody wake up.”
Shuk.
It was, of course, Julius' well-being that he asked after making such a courtesy. General manager Haynes, who was standing in the lead, asked with a worried expression.
“Your Highness, I'm glad you look okay.”
“Has there been any conflict with you?”
“Thanks to the person who sent me as a guide, nothing special happened.”
* * *
“… … .”
Jeong Do-maeng's characters, who were watching the scene, suddenly came to their senses.
“… … !?”
“The Crown Prince?”
However, the majority still seemed unaware of the situation. Of course, Jeong Do-maeng's top officials notice it roughly, and his face becomes contemplative.
“Crown Prince, what do you mean?”
“Those people from the West Continent must be of that color... No, I think it's his subordinate... … .”
"By the way, didn't you say that the troops of the Western Continent in the South Sea were just advancing north?"
“Come to think of it, my child said it would take two days.”
Chwiseongae, the Ark of Opening, was so surprised that he remembered something he had forgotten for a while. In the meeting room, there was a beggar who had come to announce the northward advance of the Western Continental Fleet.
'Okay... As an ark, I couldn't take care of Bangdo's life to live alone, so this is disrespectful.'
He looked around to find the beggar's whereabouts. The person in the meeting room was saved thanks to Julius, so it was judged that there was a high probability that he would be alive as well.
“Did you find it?”
"oh! You are alive!”
A beggar walked out of the crowd. It must be the beggar who came to report earlier with an urgent expression. Once relieved, the dog, who swept his chest, opened his mouth curiously.
“But how did you report? Why are those color blind people over there?”
In addition, the beggar was the first face he had ever seen in Jeong Do-maeng. It seemed that they had rushed from the branch on the south sea side. But here he tilted his head slightly.
'wait? Still, if the name and color were to be used as messengers, martial arts would be fine, right?'
No matter how many beggars there were in the world, there was no way that master beggars were so common.
Chwiseongae narrowed his eyes.
“Where do you belong?”
“… … .”
The beggar had no answer. Chwiseongae is even more suspicious and pulls out the batting stick from his waist.
“Ugh! That's right, I'm trying to come to my senses... … .”
“It is you who must be right.”
The beggar suddenly vomited a word. Hearing this, Chiseongae made an absurd expression.
"me?"
"uh!"
Hiss!
In an instant, the beggar disappeared from the sight of the chisel. The beggar, who had turned into a black whirlwind, rushed at Chwiseongae.
"omg!"
Its movement was so fast that I doubted whether I could have avoided it even if I had known about it beforehand.
chin!
In an instant, the beggar passed by the chisel, and in his hand was a batting stick that had been snatched from him. But that wasn't the point.
"no way… … .”
The stingray suddenly began to tremble. Because I've seen this move a lot.
Chii profit!
The beggar touched his face and tore off the elaborately crafted bast face mask. And that face... … .
“Master!”
"OK! You stupid bastard!”
The identity of the beggar was Gu Cheon-geol, the ark of the former era of opening. He grabbed the mallet he had stolen and started beating the stingray.
Puffer Puck!
"evil! Master! talk for a while... … .”
“What do you mean!”
Hey profit!
Every time the baton rod mercilessly cut through the air, the cries of the chinchillae resounded.
“Kwaaaek!”
At the same time, the groaning of Gucheon-geol came out.
“I heard that Master Lee was treated as a very senile old man, eh… … .”
'I haven't been whipped for the past ten years, so I can't come to my senses!'
The disappointment I felt for Gu Cheon-geol's disciple was indescribable. He glanced towards Julius. In the meantime, his hands move without rest.
'Well, since the identity of the lord is uncertain, it is understandable to doubt... … .'
Still, if he was obediently following Julius, wouldn't it be right to call him out and ask him why? The more I think about it, the more I feel outraged.
'Even if I have to weave this guy's coffin today, I'll have to fix my bad hair!'
With such a firm determination, Goo Chun-geol's bludgeoning became even fiercer.
Pupper puck!
“Rurrrrrrrrrr!”
On that day, Chiseongae was beaten to death by his master while numerous masters of Jeong Do-maeng were watching.
* * *
After some time had elapsed from the commotion, the head of Jeong Do-maeng and Julius were sitting in a temporary conference room.
"haha… I honestly still have a hard time believing it.”
“I understand that. But would you have believed me if I told you that I was the crown prince?”
"hmm… … .”
In response, Namgung Ilcheon let out a low moan. She is certainly hard to believe even after reading the articles, but it would have been of little use to have told her beforehand.
"then… … .”
Namgung Ilcheon mumbled for a moment. I was worried about what to call Julius.
'In fact, even if you look at the distribution, you should be given an honorific title. If there is the status of the crown prince... … .'
From his point of view, Julius belonged to the best in terms of distribution, and when the status of the crown prince was added to this, there was nothing more to say.
'Should I give it an honorific title?'
Having grasped his thoughts, Julius answered with a wry smile.
“It’s fine as long as it’s Daehyeop, as it was called before.”
“Haona.”
Julius laughed at this.
“Do as I am called. You must have a lot to say now.”
Namgung Ilchun suddenly came to his senses when he heard those words.
'Certainly, I can't waste time with things like titles right now.'
He looked at Julius with grateful eyes. This meant that he didn't expect too much from him, so couldn't he just keep an eye on Julius when he had a lot of things to do like now?
Considering Jeong Do-maeng's poor treatment to Julius, this attitude was extremely lenient.
'You are a generous person. If you're the crown prince of the empire, does that mean you have to be this kind of person?'
Namgung Ilcheon went straight to the main topic while admiring inwardly.
“Then, it's about the imperial palace first. What do you know, Daehyeop?”
For now, there is no doubt about Julius' identity. However, since the order from the imperial palace was actually a ploy to make Jeong Do-maeng and Julius quarrel, questions are bound to arise.
“The imperial palace is now in the hands of the Demonic Cult.”
"omg!"
“Ugh!”
“What do you mean by this!”
Although Julius spoke calmly, it was nothing short of a thunderbolt to the sighing, sighing characters.
“Huh… I did just in case when I saw the leader, but I didn't know that their magical powers reached the imperial palace as well.”
Namgung Ilchun sighed and looked at Julius with a puzzled expression.
“Do you have any plans? Even if it's just one Demonic Cult, it will be a very tough fight if the Imperial Palace joins in.”
The reason he laments is that it is difficult to see the imperial palace as the power of Murim.
“The biggest problem is that if they can manipulate the imperial family, Jeong Do-maeng will quickly become a traitor who disobeys His Majesty the Emperor.”
His worries were the same as those of Zhuge Nebula before. Even if you gather all the masters of Jeong Do-maeng, there are only thousands of them, so how can you defeat hundreds of thousands of government troops?
In addition, I heard that the Golden Army belonging to the imperial family is also teeming with outstanding masters who have learned martial arts.
No matter how you look at it, the current situation is Jeong Do-maeng's absolute inferiority!
“Hmm, I mean… … .”
But Julius seemed to have other thoughts.
“If the military is a problem, then I will solve it for the imperial palace.”
“… … !?”
“Huh?”
Julius' answer was so cool that all the leaders of Jeong Do-maeng were shocked. Namgung Ilchun hurriedly asked.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“But how… … .”
Julius tapped his chest with a confident expression.
“If I had come here alone, I wouldn’t know, but aren’t there figures from the empire I saw now?”
“… … !?”
* * *
The imperial palace in Chang'an was very large and spacious. Even to the main palace, where the emperor resides, it took several tens of minutes to walk!
But now there was no time to wait. A skinny eunuch was running in a hurry.
"omg! omg!"
He seems to have learned martial arts in his own way, and reached the main palace by crossing the aisle like the wind.
“Your Majesty the Emperor!”
“What is it?”
The young emperor, enjoying a long-awaited rest, looked back at the eunuch with a puzzled look on his face.
“This is an urgent message about the army of the Western Continent!”
“Urgent news?”
The emperor made an even more puzzled expression. He was told that only twenty ships had landed. It was unreasonable to do anything to the vast Hwan Empire with that much power.
'You said that there was no need to mobilize the government army because of the woman's report?'
"Haven't I heard before that a group called Jeong Do-blind is blocking it?"
"That is… This is a letter from the Jeongdo League!”
The eunuch stomped his feet and took out a letter from his chest.
"hmm?"
The Emperor opened the letter. Then I took a quick look.
“… … .”
"your majesty?"
“Hoo… … .”
The emperor's expression did not look very urgent. On the contrary, it is a funny expression.
“For now, are the priests gathered?”
"of course!"
“Then let’s go to Daejeon. We will have to discuss it there.”
* * *
After a while, the emperor sitting on the throne looked around and opened his mouth.
“First of all, did you all hear about this letter?”
“This is absurd!”
“How insignificant you look at this empire, how can you make such an excuse!”
The servants lined up on the left and right all looked indignant. Even so, the content of the letter was arrogant. To summarize its contents:
one. The Sharnos Empire sent troops to subdue the Demonic Cult, but they accidentally collided with the fleet of your empire. To ask a favour.
two. Immediately release 2nd Prince Leonhard, who is currently being held by your empire, and send him back here.
three. I ask for your empire's cooperation to deal with the Demonic Cult. A reasonable price will be paid later.
-Prince of Sharnos Empire, Julius-
If you look at the contents, there was a reason why the servants were indignant. It is too arrogant to see it as a letter sent to a foreign country and causing a conflict.
And to come to another continent and ask for permission for military action! Isn't this almost meddling in internal affairs?
However, what the emperor paid attention to was not the content of the letter.
“Looking at the letter, he says he is the crown prince of the West Continent?”
“That is an absurd claim. What country in the world would send the crown prince to a distant country?”
“It must have been an appropriately made-up statement to make a fuss with the Bone Empire!”
"is it?"
But just being angry didn't solve the problem. If the opponent was a simple weightlifter, it would be enough to suppress it, but if it was an empire from another continent, the story would be different.
It was a situation where a big war between empires and empires and continents could happen.
“Wouldn’t it be better to negotiate some more and then decide?”
“What! This is just a quibble. We have to show the power of the empire we saw by destroying it at once.”
In Daejeon, where the debate was taking place, a sharp voice suddenly rang out.
“Please be quiet for a moment!”
The owner of the voice was Yeosang, the head of the eunuchs. Even today he stands alongside the emperor at the throne.
“… … !?”
In an instant, the battle became quiet as if dead. All the servants, who did not stop their mouths at the emperor's words, shut their mouths as soon as they heard the voice.
This is proof of his immense power! However, the emperor and other servants did not bring up such a story.
“Lady, do you have something to say?”
“Huang Gong Hao, God wants to say something.”
“Tell me.”
The young emperor, though not outwardly, was deeply uncomfortable with the situation.
“It doesn't matter whether the prince who sent the letter is real or fake, doesn't it?”
The emperor tilted his head.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Giggle… … .”
The woman laughed loudly and opened her mouth again.
“God has a plan.”
"It's a trick... … .”
“It is.”
He gazed triumphantly into the emperor's face.
“Receive them as guests pretending to make peace!”
“Kuhm… As a guest?”
“It is!”
Yeosang smiled and began to explain the plan.
* * *
And a few days later, Jeong Do-maeng-ro, an envoy from the imperial family, arrived again.
“Are you asking for peace?”
"That's right. It is His Majesty's intention to completely forget about the unfortunate events that have occurred recently and to deepen the relationship between the two empires.”
The tongue of the civil servant who came as a messenger rolled smoothly as if it had been coated with oil. Seeing that, Julius laughed inwardly.
'It's not peace, it's an ulterior motive to drag me into the tiger's den. Anyway, it's like taking the bait.'
After reading the letter carefully, Julius smiled brightly.
“Please deliver it to His Majesty the Emperor over there, accepting the invitation.”
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