Realm of Power

Zhiva Cheze, the residence of the Dardanelle family

The early autumn in Riva Chetze is very beautiful. This city, located in a basin surrounded by mountains, does not have the desolation or cold of winter, but only the intoxicating fragrance of flowers and charming red leaves. In early autumn, the red leaves all over the mountain embellish the city like a rosy cloud. Standing on the mountain and looking down, the Riva car looks like the brightest green pearl in the rosy clouds.

Baron Finlan, the political officer of the Dardanelle family, left home early in the morning and rushed to the Dardanelle family mansion to attend an important meeting. The carriage moved forward steadily on the spacious street, and the autumn wind blew gently in through the curtains of the carriage, bringing the intoxicating fragrance of red leaves. On normal days, Baron Finlan would definitely take a deep breath of this refreshing fragrance, but today, he just leaned tiredly on the soft seat of the carriage and let the fragrance blow by in the wind. Perhaps thinking of the importance of the topic he was about to discuss, he felt a little heavy, and the beautiful scenery outside the car did not alleviate his inner uneasiness.

The Dardanelle family mansion is located in the easternmost part of Zhivacheze, with mountains at its back and hot springs on both sides. The steam rising from the hot springs drifts with the autumn wind, forming layers of white mist, shrouded in haze, looking like a fairyland, so it is also called the "Fog Palace"

The carriage stopped in front of the Mist Palace. The guards helped Baron Finlan down from the carriage. Baron Finlan looked up and saw that the internal affairs officer, Baron Eck, and the financial officer, Baron Milo, had also arrived.

Baron Eck always has a red face and is full of energy. He is tall and walks like a majestic polar bear. His characteristic rosacea is blown by the autumn wind, making it look even redder. Baron Milo, on the other hand, always looks like a poor man. Everyone who sees his sad appearance will definitely think that there are not many gold coins in the Dardanelle family's treasury. In fact, in this thin little man with a sad look, Thanks to the hard work of the new financial officer, the gold coin reserves in the Dardanelle family treasury reached nearly one million gold coins.

The three people greeted each other warmly, and then walked into the Fog Palace together. The waiter standing at the door respectfully opened the tall door of the Fog Palace for them.

The main buildings of the Mist Palace are all pure white, which is also the favorite color of Riva Cheze people. As if anticipating that today would be a particularly important day, every corner of the Fog Palace was cleaned, and even the guards of the Fog Palace were all put on brand new uniforms. However, the three ministers seemed to be in a heavy mood, so they did not talk much.

When the three of them entered the palace gate, they heard the sound of a carriage braking. Without looking back, the three of them knew that the military representatives had arrived. That particularly majestic voice undoubtedly came from Balantis, a pure barbarian who liked to use his voice to make other people's ears tremble no matter what he said or did, even when speaking to the leader of the Dardanelle clan.

And the man who spoke softly was naturally Tirango, the military's most recent celebrity. In just half a month, he led the army of the Dardanelle family to conquer the Huwalesa area and forge the Dardanelle family. The Er family has captured nearly half of the county, and is the second-ranking figure in the military after Balantis. Behind him is the first general of the military, Olemt.

The three Finns sat down in the conference room, and then Balantis and Olemite came in, but they did not see Tirango. The five people greeted each other, then divided into two sides and sat down quietly. In view of the seriousness of the issues being discussed today, no one wants to express any opinions before Chief Dardanelle arrives. The waitress brought the fragrant blue grain soup, but no one touched it.

After a while, Tirango came in. He stood slightly at the door, scanning the conference room with his eyes, then walked over and sat at the top of the military representatives. This action aroused the surprise of the three political ministers, and they all looked at Ole involuntarily. General Mutt.

Prior to this, Olemt, as the deputy commander-in-chief of the Zhiva Cheze Army, was the most senior general in the military besides the clan leader, and he had always sat at the top of the military. However, today, Tirango sat unceremoniously at his head. Does this mean that there are new personnel changes in the Dardanirhe clan?

Although there were huge doubts in their hearts, none of the three old men showed any questioning expressions. General Olemite seemed to be at ease with Tirangolai's overstep, and seemed very calm. Only Balantis showed his surprise without concealing it. He looked at Olemite, then at Tirango, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he did not ask.

The aging Dardanirh soon arrived. He is less than 60 years old this year, but he already looks as if he is 70 years old. Everyone here knows that this is the result of excessive indulgence in scheming. This old man with a late twilight is far scarier than he looks.

"First of all, I announce a personnel appointment and dismissal decision. I officially announce that General Tirango will be the deputy commander-in-chief of the family army and leader of the First Army, and General Olemite will be transferred to lead the Third Army. Do you have any objections?" The voice of the nearby maid was soft and seemed weak, but it was very pleasant and full of contagion. It was this gentle and pleasant voice that determined the fate of countless people.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your love. I will definitely die because of the family." Tirango shouted in a sharp voice. If this handsome rising star has any flaws, it's his overly high-pitched voice, which is easily reminiscent of those who have been castrated away from the basic functions of men.

"I obey." Olemite's expression showed no trace of what was going on in his heart, but he was still very calm. Dardanirh looked at everyone's faces. Everyone was very calm, nodded with satisfaction, and said in a soft voice: "Okay, since everyone has no objections, then I will start discussing today's topic. I think you have accepted it. As for the secret document I asked the herald to personally deliver to everyone, it should be said that everyone has been reviewing it for two days and has considered it carefully. I hope that our meeting today will have a good outcome. "

Tirango couldn't wait for Dardanirh to finish speaking, and said impatiently: "Our army fully supports this action plan! Now is the time for us to take revenge! Every soldier in our army will definitely follow the patriarch's instructions. Order, fight bravely, and fight resolutely for the glory of the family!"

Baron Finlan frowned and glanced sideways at Baron Milo. Baron Milo's eyes were narrowed, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed. Baron Eck's expression was very complicated. He seemed to want to say something but didn't dare to say it. He was very embarrassed. However, his rosacea became even more ruddy.

Tirango's eyes quickly moved to Fenlang's face, and he said expectantly: "Dear Internal Affairs Officer Fenlang, will you let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

Baron Finlan swallowed hard and said bravely: "My lord, should we consider this matter carefully? My subordinates always feel that the consequences of this matter are really difficult to predict. If you can think about it, It’s not thorough enough, I’m afraid, I’m afraid…”

With a smile on his face, Dardanelle indicated to Baron Finlan that he could take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and said softly: "Dear Baron Finlan, what kind of consequences do you think there will be? What kind of consequences do you think there will be?" Are the consequences something we can’t afford?”

Baron Finlan wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Your noble lord, I am not worried at all about solving the lord army of Sartos. I also think it is about creating public opinion. It is easy, even occupying the Sartos region is not difficult for us. I am not worried about any of the above. The only thing I am worried about is the future...the future..."

Tirango coughed slightly, scanned the whole audience with his small dark blue eyes, and cut off his words without politeness and said: "Since you are not worried about us occupying the Sartos area, what are you worried about?"

Baron Finlan ignored the domineering Tirango, sorted out his thoughts, and said slowly

"What I'm worried about is that although we have obtained immediate benefits, we have established a powerful enemy, and that is Samoer. Yes, Satos is within easy reach of us now, and I am indeed tempted. But... ”

Tirango stood up impatiently and said, "What exactly do you want to express?"

Dardanirh stretched out his hand to signal Tirango not to interrupt others, and Tirango sat down proudly. Baron Finlan said in a heavy voice, "Honorable Patriarch, please forgive me for being so direct. I think the current Samoer only needs half the strength to grind us into powder!"

Balantis yelled disdainfully: "What? Powder? Just those mud-legged peasants from Samour?"

Tirango stood up again and shouted sternly: "Coward! Coward! Someone, pull him out!"

Dardanirh's expression changed, and he shouted coldly at Tirango: "Stop! Baron Fenlang, please continue talking!"

Tirango looked at Dardanirhe in surprise and sat down in astonishment.

Dardanirh took a breath and said kindly: "Baron Fenlang, you can make it clear that there are no outsiders here."

Baron Finlan sighed slightly and said slowly: "Dear patriarch, to be honest, I am extremely envious of the wealth of the Sartos region. The diamonds and rubies produced there are really gifts from God to us. Our gift, but Sartos is the upper southern part of the Samor's sphere of influence. If we attack the upper southern part without authorization, we will definitely anger the Samor people. This is a very dangerous thing because we still need time to strengthen our army."

Tirango said coldly: "We soldiers are not afraid!"

Baron Eck said angrily: "General Tirango, please pay attention to your words. No one sitting here will be afraid."