After Becoming The Tyrant

—my uncle would always take it back for me if I wanted to.

This sentence uttered from the mouth of the king is just a matter of course out of arrogance.But Blessie's general couldn't really take it as a random caprice.

People in this era often fight, from the state to the nobility.

For dignity, for profit, for belief...but there are other reasons for the expedition of Blaise Kingdom.They have a blood feud with the Legrand Empire, and the war between the two countries has lasted for more than 100 years-historians refer to it as the "Hundred Years War" for short.In the Hundred Years' War, the Legrand Empire often had the upper hand for a while, and the Bracy Kingdom had the upper hand for a while.

Now, it belongs to the dominant period of the Bracy Kingdom, from which the expeditionary force came.

No one knows better than the general the situation of the Blasey Expeditionary Force at the moment.

dilemma.

After actually occupying the Moon River Fortress, the Bracy people will find that this fortress is very embarrassing for them.

The terrain of Moon River Fortress is steep, which means that there are actually no fields in the fortress.The main purpose of Moon River Fortress is military defense, and it does not produce its own food.For a long time, Moon River Fortress has relied on the supply from Tru City and the transportation of food from the central plain.If the Blessie Kingdom wants to control it, it must bring food from the sea...

That's a lot of money.

They can attack, but cannot occupy for long.

The best way is to use it in exchange for higher benefits from the Legrand Empire.

But the wanton arrogance of Legrand's young king became their biggest obstacle at this time.

——Can they really continue to spend here?

No.

The general knew that.

"So be it."

The king got up, took the draft from his officials, flipped through it, and casually crossed out several clauses related to the interests of the royal family.Then he signed his name and threw the draft in front of the general.

"Either agree, or you can guard the pile of broken stones. This negotiation is so long that Cordona's play can be sung three times."

Cordona's play, which is a traditional opera of the last century, uses a lot of useless parallelism, and the plot is protracted.It is often used by current people to mock a matter for wasting too much time on side details.

Legrand's negotiations left the courtiers looking bleak and hopelessly hopeless that the negotiations were going to be screwed up by the king this time.

But they have no way to stop the king... After all, the only thing that can make the treaty come into force is the king's autograph.

There was silence in the tent.

The king got up and sent the steward to pack up his things, and he was going back to the palace.Under his orders, the rest of the officials could only follow the king out of the tent one by one as pale as ghosts.

In just a few moments, the originally noisy tent became silent, and on the other side of the long negotiating table were only the bewildered Blacy negotiators and the livid-faced general.

Blessie's staff looked at each other, and everyone was speechless for a while.

This, wasn't it fine just now?Why did everyone leave in a blink of an eye?

At this moment, they can be considered to understand the pain in the hearts of Legrand's colleagues over the years.

Such an unreasonable tyrant at the booth... no one can laugh.

"General?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

The expedition general waved his hand and let the others go out first.

The general was the only one left in the negotiating tent, and he couldn't help staring at the draft regardless of etiquette and cursing: "That idiot Grice, why didn't you send this bastard to hell earlier?"

For a long time, he grabbed the quill and angrily signed his name on the draft.

"Damn villain."

He almost tore the paper.

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After the salutes were all arranged, the officials watched the tents being put away one by one, almost in desperation.

Their king didn't care about that.

He held a riding whip made of mixed gold and silver threads, stroking his steed-it was said to be the king's father, a descendant of William III's war horse.The king hadn't paid much attention to it before, but this time he suddenly began to like it.

I'm afraid even the devil can't understand the joy and anger of the young monarch.

The things were loaded into the great oak coach, and the steward reluctantly raised the curtain for the king.

"——please stay!"

Someone ran over panting.

He is the adjutant of General Blacy's Expedition.

He turned pale with fright when he saw that the king was really leaving in a moment.

The king stopped to board the car, he turned his head slightly, his ice blue eyes looked at the comer coldly.

The adjutant didn't dare to dawdle, and hastily took out the contract signed by both parties' names.

The king didn't stretch out his hand, he glanced at it, and casually asked the head of housekeeping to take it.

The head of internal affairs blushed with excitement, took the contract from the adjutant, and spread it carefully to the end, and sure enough, he saw the name of General Blacy on it—although the sharp handwriting [-]% revealed the master's anger.

"His Majesty!"

The chief housekeeper's voice trembled with excitement.

The depression was swept away, and joy shrouded the negotiating team.

"Let's go, I've had enough of this place."

The king was so cruel that he didn't intend to celebrate this rare victory with them at all. Instead, he urged everyone to get up and go back to his palace.

However, the contract was signed smoothly, and only a small price was paid by mistake.Before this, people saw the king's waywardness as less distressing as before.Everyone happily boarded their carriages, leaving only Lieutenant Blacy with a mournful face.

May the Lord save him from a justifiable wrath.

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"General, what impression do you have of that young king?"

After hesitating for a long time, the astrologer asked.

"A total jerk, villain."

The general answered without hesitation.

"Let him go to hell with his arrogance."

"General, I think we had better not let Legrand's king leave here alive."

The swirling curtain of blood and black appeared before the eyes of the astrologer again, he suggested.

"You don't need to pay too much attention to him." The general seemed a little amused, "My dear astrologer, he is an arrogant and rude kid who is too willful...he will pay the price soon."

What else does the astrologer want to say.

"Okay, my lord astrologer, go and pack your luggage, it's time for us to head back."

The general was in no mood to listen any longer.

The astrologer had no choice but to bow and say goodbye.

Back in his tent, the astrologer spread out a piece of letter paper, pondered for a moment, and wrote the letter with a quill pen dipped in special star ink.The letter was written to his mentor, in which he described in detail what he saw when he observed King Legrand, and asked his mentor what this meant.

"...The general doesn't take the announcement of fate to heart. But teacher, I feel uneasy, whether it's the sun or the bloody vortex... please guide me."

He paused to examine his letter.

"I'm sorry, sir."

The candles in the tent flickered suddenly, and the astrologer noticed something, and he reached into his pocket to pull out the silver dagger inside.But he failed.

Thick black mist surged up from the ground silently, filling the narrow space in an instant.Darkness engulfed the place.The astrologer was stiff, turning his head almost with all his strength.The black mist covered him, and he saw a person slowly walking out of the darkness.

This kind of dark breath leading directly to hell... the other party is...

He lost consciousness.

"It seems that my dear Majesty is in a little trouble."

Black mist flowed on the ground, and the devil in an exquisite and gorgeous black dress walked to the astrologer's desk.

He gently pulled out the letter and held it in front of him.

"Darkness and scarlet... so beautiful, my lord."

he said with a sigh.

A mass of black Fiercefire ignited on his pale and cold fingertips, and the letter turned into ashes in an instant, falling in the black mist.

The devil lowered his hand and touched the astrologer's forehead with his fingertips.

"It's not a good virtue to spy on someone's most beloved treasure, Mr. Astrologer."

The memory was drawn out from the astrologer's forehead like a pale liquid, and the devil put it into a beautiful crystal ball and stuck it on his forehead.

He saw the king in the midday sun.

Roses bloomed on the crimson coat on the king's body, and his icy blue eyes were filled with thoughts that no one could understand.And with the help of the astrologer's eyes, he finally saw something that was closest to the king's thoughts... the fate that announced the future.There are countless scarlet swirls on the dark curtain.

In fact, only those scarlet swirls are the real destiny of the king.

The black curtain announced that he had signed a contract with the devil, and his soul had already belonged to hell.

how beautiful.

"My lord."

The devil murmured.

The memory ends at the back of the king's departure.The devil put away the crystal ball carefully, stretched out his hand and transformed into a scarlet rose.He stuck the rose flower in his chest, and walked briskly past that unlucky ghost who would forget everything when he woke up.

He didn't mind completely solving a hidden danger for the king.

However, it will become very troublesome for those people from the Holy Inquisition to come across the sea, won't it?

It was dusk now.

Blood and darkness cover the earth, which is the time for all dark creatures to appear.

The devil was hidden in the darkness, he stood upright, the tail of the black dress was blown by the wind, and the edges faded out like foggy tracks.He took off the rose on his chest, and gently moved towards the direction where the king was leaving: "Good day, my dear majesty."

He kissed Rose.