Realm of Power

The fat man looked at the greeting card with the golden flame emblem in his hand, hesitant on his face and muttered to himself.

"The Dardanelle family, this name sounds familiar. Where have I heard this name?"

If it weren't for the reason in his heart that kept telling Fatty to calm down, and if it wasn't for the Dardanelle family that made Fatty feel like he was overwhelmed by a mountain.

The angry fat man threw these bastards who came to pick peaches directly into prison.

"You ask Captain Caesar Sauron to come to me immediately. I have something urgent to ask him!"

The fat man thought hard for a while, and finally realized that he had no talent for memorizing the surnames of these nobles. He gave up the troublesome search and shouted to the guards outside.

After a while, the dusty Caesar Zoro walked in from the outside and saw the fat man throwing the greeting card on the table with an unkind expression. He thought it was the latest battle report related to the search for Isahka, and knew that the fat man was worried about this matter. , asked with a smile on his face

"Sir, why are you looking for your subordinates, but the escaped Isahka has been found?"

When the fat man heard Caesar Sauron mention Isahka's name, his eyebrows raised unnaturally.

"Damn dead demon, you really don't want to open any pot!

Not finding the escaped Isahka has always been a pain in Fatty's heart.

As long as Isahka is still alive, it will be difficult for him to become the master of Jalbo Castle in name only.

This invisible threat kept Fatty awake for days.

Hearing Caesar Sauron's sarcasm, he angrily picked up the greeting card from the table and handed it to Caesar Sauron, and asked in a deep voice.

"Have you heard of the name of the Dardanelle family? They just sent someone to mediate the war between us and Fort Jerbo!"

"Dardaniel! The golden family of Zhivacheze?"

Caesar Zoro, who was smiling just now, took the invitation from the fat man. When he saw the golden flame emblem on the invitation, his expression changed, as if he had seen a ghost.

Caesar Zoro did not open the greeting card, but looked at the fat man with a strange expression. When he found that the fat man did not seem to be cheating, he asked cautiously.

"Haven't you heard of the legend of Dardanelle, the Mother of the South?"

"Dardaniel, Mother of the South? Dardaniel, Mother of the South!"

The fat man was stunned by Caesar Zoro's question. A piece of information flashed in his mind, and his expression suddenly became similar to that of Caesar Zoro.

The fat man who always likes to be strong found that he was really in big trouble this time

In Fatty's little aristocratic knowledge, there is indeed a record about the Mother of the South family.

Fatty can remember it among the vast number of records just because it is so awesome and legendary.

The approximate content of the record is as follows

A hundred years ago, Lord Dardanelle, who lived in Zhiva Cheze in the south and thought about expanding his power all day long, suddenly came up with a strange idea.

The archives of the Dardanelle family claim that the family's sincere and kind conduct moved the gods, so they received revelation from the gods.

But when the fat man looked through the family archives for the first time, he saw his grandmother riding a bullock cart and coming to the Falcon family from the muddy Ziva cart. He made some malicious guesses.

"It must be because I couldn't give birth to a son that I thought of this unethical method! This is as good as the Chinese people who cut the door upside down."

The idea is absurd and the effect is remarkable.

This joking idea allowed the golden family Dardanelle to become the largest family in the kingdom in the next hundred years. Even the royal family did not dare to compete with it for first place.

The idea is to have more wives, have more daughters, and then marry them all to lords from all over the south.

Countless marriages and blood ties connect the entire south to the Dardanelle family, allowing them to become a boost to the family's future growth.

Facts and time have proven its feasibility and correctness, fully embodying the great cohesion given by women from God.

When the streams come together, they become an endless river; when the breezes come together, they become a hurricane that sweeps everything.

One generation, two generations, three generations, a hundred years have passed, and women with the golden family label are getting married one by one.

Facts have proved that the power of pillow wind is powerful and mother’s teachings are always correct.

More than ten years later, a steady stream of descendants of nobles came to Riva Cheze to learn etiquette.

Influenced by the words and deeds of our mothers and grandmothers,

The original small southern place Rivache has become a holy place for ladies and socialites.

Countless women were there to be instilled with goodwill about the Dardanelles,

“A lady who has never been to Zhiva Chetse is not a real lady.”

This is a long-standing proverb in the South

Even the fat man’s two nominal twin fiancées were there to learn etiquette.

The Ziva Che became the general chain for the southern lords, and time made this invisible network grow larger and larger.

All the lords in the south have a long or short marriage relationship with the Dardanelle family.

Including Fatty's Falcon family, including the Isa family, including 83 lords in 13 southern provinces

Fatty knows very well that if he throws the mediator of the Dardanelle family into prison today,

Tomorrow, all the lords from all over the world who have the title of cousins, eighth uncles and seventh uncles of the Dardanelle family will, under the call of the Dardanelle family, declare war on themselves in order to maintain the honor of the family.

Even if you have tens of thousands of troops, you will still be defeated by these lords' coalition forces that have gathered like a flood.

Even if he could defeat all the southern nobles in the end, it would be useless.

Because this legendary family has long expanded its network to the royal family, Ruedian, Rode, and even the Kugit Khanate, Fatty even suspected that even Sanande in the southernmost peninsula of the mainland had not escaped the quirks of this family.

For the first time, Fatty felt so small and powerless.

This thing is too small to be called a multinational enterprise. It is basically a transcontinental family enterprise. How can I, a rural enterprise, fight against others?

"Seller, this octopus is too big. Even if you cut off all its tentacles, you don't know when they will grow back."

The fat man cursed in distress

For this prominent family that is rumored to be known as the Mother of the South, even the fat man is an idiot, but he still knows that such a behemoth is not something he can cause now.

"Actually, the arrival of the Dardanelle family is not necessarily a bad thing. I would like to congratulate you, sir!"

Caesar Zoro looked at the fat man's dull face, smiled, and bowed respectfully to give a military salute to the fat man.

"Happy? What's the happy event? Why didn't I know about it!?

The fat man was confused. Did the monster Caesar Sauron see any signs again?

"Sir, noble mediation has its own rules and regulations. When one lord still claims ownership of the disputed territory, a third-party family cannot intervene in the mediation.

Now the sudden intervention of the Dardanelle family means that Issa Heka, who has been bothering you, is no longer in this world. The new heir of the Issa family should be in the hands of the Dardanelle family, which is not enough to impress Dardanelle. The Neil family is driven by their interests, so they won't rush to mediate in such a hurry! No matter what his purpose is, at least you don’t have to worry about Isahka anymore."

Seeing the fat man's expression about to go berserk, Caesar Zoro quickly explained

"You mean Isahka is dead?"

The fat man reflected on Caesar Zoro's explanation, his sad face turned happy for the first time, and he thought to himself

"As long as that old Isahka is no longer around, I don't care what Dardanelle or Mother of the South is. As long as I don't have the nominal ownership of Fort Jalbo, how can I still be allowed to eat the fat in my mouth?" Spit out the meat?"

Thinking of this, the fat man happily patted Caesar Zoro on the shoulder.

"Come on, come with me to see what the golden family from Riva Cheze is like! See what these bastards who are ready to take advantage of it want to do?"

At this time, the two young nobles of the Dardanelle family standing outside Fatty's military camp covered their noses with white handkerchiefs to block the dust raised by the running cavalry not far away, and asked the middle-aged man in front with an unhappy look on their faces. noble

"General Liaison Officer Dadatuf, what the hell is this place! There is dirty dirt and smelly dead bodies along the way. Are we in hell? That fat falcon idiot like a pig, It can’t clean its pigsty properly! It’s an insult to the entire Dardanelle family to receive us in such a place.”

After hearing the accusations from the two young nobles, the middle-aged nobles glared at the two impetuous young nobles behind him with an unkind expression and said angrily.

"This is a battlefield, not the prosperous and comfortable Zhiva Cheze. Your words and deeds now represent the entire Dardanelle family. This time the family has sent you to become the permanent staff of Djerbo Fort. In your current state, I'm afraid that if you don't stay here for even a year, you will be called a filthy fat pig and have your heads chopped off. If you want to live a long life, you must learn what to say and what not to say."

The middle-aged noble's scolding made the two young nobles lower their heads in embarrassment. Thinking that they would have to stay in this hellish place for a few more years, their hearts were filled with resentment towards Fatty Samour.

The middle-aged nobleman in front of him who was reprimanding the young man was Baron Dadatov, the general liaison officer of the Zhivadin region of the Dardanelle family.

It was only a year ago that he was transferred from the Riva Cheze headquarters in the "Flower Capital" to the Rivadin area. He was responsible for the liaison affairs and family business of the three counties of Samoer, Satdo and Djerbo in the south.

As the general representative of the Dardanelle family in mediating this time, the mature and steady Dadatuf is different from the two young and arrogant young nobles behind him who have just arrived from the family headquarters.

Looking at the rows of Samoer troops walking in front of me, especially the ten large multi-tube carriages placed at the entrance of the camp, I looked at them carefully with great interest, and I wanted to put these things directly in my pocket and take them away.

Dadatuf knew that just a few days ago, in the Battle of Sambuga that shocked the entire south, a decisive battle for southern hegemony broke out between 20,000 Samoer troops and the powerful 10,000 Issa elite troops. It was these ten mysterious spray tanks. The chariot of fire burned the Knights of the Golden Fleece, one of the strongest knights in the kingdom. Ithaca turned into a ball of black charcoal and even lost his family property, which he could barely protect his land. Finally, he took the dead end of committing suicide on the Sambuga hilly mountain road that he passed through when he came. The thousands of corpses of Isa soldiers that were not restrained in time showed the strength of the Samoers in front of them.

The Battle of Sambuga Hills that just ended, with the defeat of the Isa family and the complete victory of the Samoers, showed the quiet rise of a new southern military group.

At this time, I serve as the general liaison officer for this region.

I don’t know if it’s lucky or unlucky

"I really didn't expect that in just one year, I was responsible for the affairs of 54 lords in the three counties, and now there is only one lord left!"