Douluo: My martial spirit can summon the heavens

Chapter 274 It’s fun to be an emperor

"The Queen wants to redeem Dai Mubai back?"

In the Zhu family, Zhu Wuwu and Wang Bin talked about Zhu Wushuang's previous instructions.

"That's right, but let me tell you, my cousin is still a little naive. Before, our Star Luo Empire wanted to go to war aggressively and had an undying attitude. Now we are suddenly suing for peace and trying to redeem Dai Mubai. Come on, everyone will be suspicious."

"If they are allowed to investigate the situation of the royal family again, not only will Dai Mubai not be redeemed, but the Tiandou Empire may seize the opportunity and take the initiative to attack Xingluo." Zhu Wuwu shook his head and sighed.

"Actually, even if you want to redeem Dai Mubai, it's impossible now." Wang Bin shook his head.

"Isn't it possible? Could it be that Dai Mubai has been killed!?" Zhu Wuwang asked in surprise.

"Not really, he escaped from prison." Wang Bin's eyes flickered, and then he recounted what happened to Dai Mubai and his speculations.

After a long time, Zhu Wulan sighed: "It seems that Dai Mubai is still a man of great luck."

"I can't say I have great luck, but I have a bit of shitty luck." Wang Bin said.

"No matter what, you have to be careful. Boy Wang Bin, what do you think of the current situation?" Zhu Wuwu asked.

Wang Bin pondered for a moment: "As far as my uncle knows, there are several ministers who have turned against them. What is their soul power?"

"My strength is mediocre. The most powerful one is just Jia Nan, the fifty-level soul king." Zhu Wuying waved his hand and said in a somewhat contemptuous tone.

"Those who have been in official circles for a long time don't have so much time to cultivate their soul power. What's more, even if they have time, they spend it eating, drinking and gambling. Isn't this more enjoyable than practicing?"

"These people live a clear life." Wang Bin chuckled.

Although Douluo Continent can be regarded as respecting the strong, after all, only a handful of people can reach the top, and the vast majority of them are still low-level soul masters or even ordinary people.

Like these dignitaries, their talents and upper limits are there, and it is impossible to reach a high level. In this case, it is better to enjoy themselves in time, why bother to pursue the illusory martial arts perfection.

Wang Bin sometimes thought about whether he would not work as hard as he does now if he was born into a wealthy family instead of being poor when he was reborn in Douluo Continent.

I just idle around every day, drink flower wine, and just lie down like a salted fish. My life is quite happy.

The only flaw may be that he doesn't have access to the beauties of heaven like Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong and Qian Renxue.

But nothing in life is perfect. Although Wang Bin is living a pretty good life now, how many people know how much hardship he has endured, how much blood, sweat, and effort he has put in.

"Although these people are not strong themselves, they all keep strong men as worshipers at home. If you think of assassinating them, you must think twice before doing so." Zhu Wulan reminded solemnly.

"I know, I'm not stupid." Wang Bin smiled.

Even if he really planned to kill these potential threats, he wouldn't do it himself. He would either poison them or scare them.

Today, Wang Bin is no longer a loner. He is a man called his master by Qian Daoliu, who is the pinnacle of strength in the continent.

There are far more titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace than others imagined. Just two people can kill all the ministers' homes with blood.

Of course, Wang Bin didn't want to cause so many murders unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, he was a kind man.

At this moment, the housekeeper Guo Chun hurriedly came outside the study and knocked on the door.

"Sir, the Queen has sent someone to deliver a message."

"Come in."

Guo Chun pushed the door open and entered, handing a piece of letter paper to Zhu Wushuang. This time he didn't even put an envelope in it, which shows that Zhu Wushuang must have been very anxious when writing the letter.

Seeing the contents of the letter, Zhu Wuli's pupils suddenly shrank.

"It's a big trouble."

"What's wrong?" Wang Bin asked quickly.

"Hurry up and report from the front that 300,000 soldiers have left the camp without permission and are heading towards Star City. The general leading the troops is named Zhao Xin, and I don't know which minister's confidant he is." Zhu Wuwu said in a deep voice.

"The frontline soldiers are among the best in the empire in terms of combat capabilities and weapons and equipment. The city defense army in Xingluo City is only three thousand people. Even if we mobilize troops from surrounding cities now, we can only collect less than twenty thousand people. Facing 300,000 The army is very stressful."

"Don't worry, uncle, leave the army to me. As I said, I can handle an army of one million." Wang Bin said confidently.

"Don't underestimate your opponent too much. It's common for two armies to confront each other and show off their tactics. What if you are restricted by the strong opponent and cannot exert your strength?" Zhu Wuli asked rhetorically.

"Indeed, I am still a little overconfident." Wang Bin was stunned and quickly reflected on himself, "So I still have to make some preparations in advance. Uncle, I need some skilled craftsmen, the more the better."

"No problem, we still have a lot of skilled craftsmen in the Star Luo Empire. Guo Chun, hurry up and make arrangements and find as many craftsmen as possible. Money is not an issue, efficiency is the first priority."

"Okay, sir." The butler agreed.

"By the way, there is one more thing. There are many refugees at the city gate. If the army comes to the city in the future, they will definitely be used as cannon fodder. So, can you find a way to bring them into the city and find a place to resettle them?"

Recalling the miserable appearance of those refugees, Wang Bin felt sad.

"I will find a way to arrange it. They are all the people of the Star Luo Empire. I don't want to watch them die like this." Zhu Wu said with a nod.

"Okay, then I'll go down and get ready." After saying that, Wang Bin bowed and left.

"Wait a minute!" Zhu Wuwu suddenly called Wang Bin.

Wang Bin turned around and saw Zhu Wong's extremely serious and dignified expression.

"The Star Luo Empire seems to be getting richer and stronger in recent years, and the treasury is getting fuller and fuller. However, I have been to those remote places, and I know very well what kind of miserable life the vast majority of the people in the empire live. If you really If you can seize the throne, I hope you can be a good emperor for the country and the people, so that all people can live and work in peace and contentment."

"I don't know if I can do it, but I will try my best." Wang Bin became serious for a long time and his tone was sonorous.

"Okay!" Zhu Wulan nodded, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

Although Wang Bin is only fifteen or sixteen years old, I don't know why, but I feel that he is extremely mature and does not look like a child at all.

"Besides, if I can't do it, why don't I still have you, uncle? If one day I feel uncomfortable sitting on the throne, then let my uncle sit on it." However, within ten seconds of being serious, Wang Bin returned to his playful look. He looked like he was making trouble, grinning, and said half-jokingly.

Zhu Mingwu couldn't help being stunned, then he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You kid, do you think that the throne is just a piece of cabbage? You can take it if you want, and give it away if you want to give it away?"

"Maybe it is."

Wang Bin smiled and left the study.

Becoming an emperor was a small goal he had set for himself before, but his original intention in setting this goal was to indulge in the emperor's addiction, or to fulfill a dream.

This was also a seed that was planted in Wang Bin's heart when he was watching palace movies and TV series in his previous life. He felt that it was so satisfying to be the emperor. Everyone had to kneel down and worship him when they saw him. Whoever he asked to live would live and whoever he asked to die would die.

But is being an emperor really that comfortable?

In fact, it is not necessarily true. From Dai Qingcang's current situation, it is not difficult to see that the emperor is a high-risk profession.

So Wang Bin might have really enjoyed it for a while, and then left his job and ran away.

(End of this chapter)