Chapter 469 469. Meeting of the Southern Emperor
When the topic was led to the increasingly serious situation today, people were no longer talkative.
Racial discrimination, there was a human, a dwarf, and three demon hunters present.
All humanoid creatures except humans are discriminated against in this world.
People in the city are living a tense life due to the situation, and their psychological problems are becoming increasingly serious.
Their inhibitions need to be released, and the inhuman races that are weaker than them are a good release valve.
So people can feel free to take kitchen knives and carpenter hammers to cut off the necks of elves and crack the heads of dwarves.
After all, the non-human race has a small number of people and cannot resist. The nobles were also happy to see the commoners releasing their own pressure without them having to worry about it.
But Lan En knew that this was not real pressure.
The real pressure cannot be calmed down by hundreds of corpses of inhuman races in a city.
It seems that history is a circle, and whenever people's lives become extremely difficult, there will always be an evil thing that begins to hover over the world -
War.
The high-pressure explosive barrel has been formed, but no one knows where the spark that can detonate everything will pop out.
However, some people don’t want to be clueless and wait for the spark to fall. They want to light a match with their own hands!
The capital of the Nilfgaard Empire, Nilfgaard City, the city of golden towers.
Northerners say this name comes from the fact that the city of Nilfgaard is made of gold. In fact, it is because the light reflected from the roofs of the city makes the whole city shine like gold.
In the Imperial Palace, a meeting was being held.
The initiator of the conference was the Emperor of the Nilfgaard Empire, the lords of Medina, Ebin and Gimrea, the supreme ruler of Nasser and Vicovaro, and the supreme leader of the Sun Cult, the High Priest. ——
Emhyr var Emreth.
People who are close to him sometimes call him by his nickname, 'The white flame dancing on the enemy's grave'.
He was sitting behind his desk, his tough, angular face carefully groomed.
The nobles of Nilfgaard once declared that the appearance of the emperor was the purest example of a Nilfgaardian.
The emperor's hands never stopped writing and drawing. This huge empire had countless documents to be corrected every day.
And when every document was delivered, it was written as if if it was not processed as a priority today, the empire would be finished tomorrow.
Emhyr knows that this is a common tactic used by various departments to gain attention and budget.
If the leader of the department does not have these two skills, he will not be able to climb up at all.
But he still has to pick out two department heads who are too alarmist every once in a while and chop off their heads.
In this way, things on the documents can appear normal, instead of opening and closing one's mouth to say 'the empire is in danger', and then suppressing those really important documents.
Obviously, the method of beheading can only be used temporarily, because there are always people who want to climb up even if they risk their lives. But Emhyr didn't care, and cut two of them every once in a while to curb the trend.
I can get by just by messing around.
"Well, everyone."
Emhyr said without raising his head. He signed a document and put it aside, then took out another document from the document box and placed it in front of him.
"Do we have a schedule for our plan?" His voice was loud and dignified. Even when he was not looking at the people, those he questioned still maintained a respectful and cautious attitude.
“We have initially discussed some intentions, of course!”
Everyone in the room was dressed in the Nilfgaardian style, which was limited to black and gold. But the person who responded to the emperor's question looked more conceited than the others.
It seems that even if he is questioned by the emperor, he will be more noble.
The Duke of Adal Aip Darcy, as the nobles jokingly called him, believed that he had a noble golden head on his puff neck.
Following Duke Darcy's words, the man standing next to him coughed slightly unintentionally.
So the Duke added naturally.
"Of course, this is a rational and logical judgment made with the support of Lord Liddox's intelligence."
Following the Duke's words, the man with a slight cough also bent down and bowed to the emperor in time. Showing that he only did some trivial intelligence work.
"Watier de Lidaux."
The emperor took the time to speak from the gap between reading the documents.
“Now is not the time for you to take credit. Although your information is indeed detailed and accurate, I am not used to rewarding people before the plan has results. It will relax people’s nerves and lead to mistakes. Do you understand? ”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The emperor's intelligence chief bowed his body lower.
Until his expensive black velvet shawl hung to the ground, he stood up straight and reported the results of his and others' discussions.
"Taken together, we think this autumn is the time, Your Majesty."
"Waging a war in the autumn." Emhyr said calmly, "It sounds like a pretty good idea. Select.”
The temperature in autumn is neither cool nor hot, and the soldiers' steel armor will not harm themselves due to the temperature of the environment.
In spring, when the temperature is also good, it is not suitable for army dispatching because sowing requires a lot of manpower, so as not to damage the country's farming plan.
So autumn often becomes the season when wars are ongoing, that is, the ‘season of chilling’.
Faced with the emperor's doubts, Vatier was not as shocked as ordinary officials. He knew very well that he was the emperor's confidant intelligence officer, which was very different from those who could be casually cut and had no impact.
So he was able to respond to Emhyr calmly.
"Being average doesn't mean it's not easy to use, Your Majesty."
"In the autumn, the logistical pressure on our army will be much less, because we can go to Sintra's mature fields to grab grain and fodder. "
"Our intelligence officers in Skellige brought me information that King Bran will lead his longships to plunder our coastline in the autumn. As long as we use a little strategy and military strength, we can make the islanders who value honor and the deeds of their ancestors furious and hold them back."
"Even if King Bran receives his brother. , the letter of request for help from the King of Sintra, Esther Tursek, will also be at least one month slower than normal. If we want to take action, we must at least appease the anger of the crew members provoked by us. His movements will be a month and a half slower than usual."
"Ha." Emhyr sneered without even raising his head. "You value honor above all else, but you are so obsessed with it that you don't even care about the overall situation. This is indeed what Skellige's fools can do."
"Go on, Vatier. I'm a little interested now."
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