Hearing this, Otis sneered, and his flawless palm suddenly slapped on the armrest of the golden throne.
"Bang!"
"Is Anzeta's so-called 'Emperor' kidding?"
"He actually provided weapons for the Kingdom of Thracia! Doesn't he know that the Kingdom of Thracia is their inevitable enemy geographically!"
"And... more importantly, he dared to refuse my friendship! What a precious opportunity this is. As a noble descendant of God, I have given you enough face, but he dared to refuse!"
Otis's tone became increasingly angry, and his majestic and oppressive voice echoed in the empty hall.
"Stupid red dragon!"
Along with his anger, there seemed to be flames burning in his golden eyes, and even dark clouds descended from the sky, thunder rumbled, and it seemed like a downpour was about to fall.
This is the embodiment of the power of the Supreme Heaven. As proud descendants of the gods, their emotional changes will affect the surrounding environment, and even manifest themselves into abnormal celestial phenomena, causing disaster to the surrounding mortal beings.
Feeling the anger of His Majesty the King, the surrounding Minister Cassander suddenly became anxious and tried to dissuade him.
"Your Majesty, calm down!"
"That's just an evil dragon in a remote area, and it's not worth your anger."
"Yes, as the future emperor of Fadland, you will definitely rule the entire Fianso, there is no need to argue with him"
His Majesty Otis is proud.
Even arrogant.
This is well known throughout the Kingdom of Cassander and even the entire continent of Fianso.
As a noble descendant of God and the eldest son of Aragorn I, Otis received much attention and worship. He considered himself the natural ruler of Fadland and despised everything in the world.
Ever since he was young, no one dared to refuse him.
But the "Red Emperor" who dared to reject him rejected him in face, leaving a deep impression on him.
Otis's anger had nowhere to vent for several days, leaving a haze hanging over the Holy City during this period.
Among the three kings, the eldest son Otis is recognized as the most powerful, but he is not as smart as Wilham, nor as rational as Elodie.
Naveen Besarius was worried. He knew that deciding foreign policy based on pure emotion would inevitably lead to failure, and the current Kingdom of Cassander has such a trend.
For the rumor that "the one who wins the Holy City will get the throne", His Majesty Otis exhausted all his strength to seize the Holy City, even going to war with Thrace and Seleucid at the same time.
This has also caused the Kingdom of Cassander, which was originally the most powerful among the three countries, to continue to be depleted of its national power, and the gap between it and the other two countries is gradually narrowing.
Naven had an extremely arrogant and bold idea in his heart.
The Holy City is no longer a legacy.
But a wound.
A wound that would keep blood flowing from the kingdom of Cassander.
What His Majesty Otis is most concerned about is still not the interests of the Kingdom of Cassander - but his own face. This is a ridiculous thing.
"Perhaps, we should use other methods to guide His Majesty to the right path."
"Your Majesty."
Naven took a step forward and bowed slightly.
"As the eldest son of the great 'Sun Emperor', you are recognized by the entire Fianso as the most noble being in this land. There is no doubt about this."
"But the so-called 'Ember Emperor' is just a red dragon with a simple mind and well-developed limbs. He doesn't care about your status, nor does he understand how precious your friendship is."
Otis's expression softened slightly, the anger in his pupils subsided, and even the haze in the sky gradually dissipated.
Naven continued to say respectfully:
"The Red Dragon does not have your foresight. There is only one thing in his greedy and short-sighted eyes - gold coins."
"And Wilhelm must have used enough gold coins to bribe the red dragon and get his support."
Otis said displeased: "Didn't I bring him any treasure?"
Naven quickly replied: "As you know, Wilham is known as the 'Trickster' and likes to stir up trouble secretly."
"He must have secretly and shamelessly bribed you with more gold coins to make that stupid red dragon reject you." Otis nodded with approval and commented: "Ah, cunning traitor, The short-sighted red dragon.”
Naven catered to Otis's thoughts and quickly agreed: "Yes, all of them combined are not as good as one ten thousandth of you."
"Just."
"Just what?"
Naven raised his head with a sincere tone.
"Your Majesty, I hope you will allow me to serve as an envoy to the Ember Empire again."
Otis's face suddenly darkened: "Why? The so-called 'Empire' just refuted my face, am I still rushing to let them humiliate me?"
"Your Majesty, please listen to me."
"The red dragon can turn to Thrace, our natural enemy, for gold coins, and he can naturally help us for more gold coins."
"Your Majesty, please let me try again, not only for myself, but also for the future of the Kingdom of Cassander, and even more so that you can restore Holy Fadland and become a great emperor comparable to your father."< br>
Hearing this, Otis's pupils narrowed.
He was a little shaken.
Compared with becoming an emperor, what is that anger and humiliation?
When he has the power of Aragorn I, any force will be like a chicken and a dog in front of him, and the so-called "Burning Empire" can also be wiped out easily.
Otis's tone softened and he leaned back on the throne again:
"Navin Besarius, I will give you one last chance."
"The minimum requirement I give you is to get those weapons that can be used by mortals. I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Naven bowed deeply and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Having witnessed the coronation ceremony with his own eyes, he understood deeply that the Ember Empire was by no means a fringe force. It could have a huge impact on the situation on the mainland, and even related to the future of Cassander.
And he needs to try his best to win a military alliance with the Ember Empire, at least not to tilt it towards the Thracian side.
At the end of the meeting, the ministers retired.
Under Otis's strong orders of "Get out!" and "All die!", even the guards and maids in the palace were driven out.
This huge palace suddenly became empty, leaving Otis Aragon alone.
Otis sat on the golden throne, covering his face with his hands, his expression mixed with shock and anger, and his perfect body was trembling.
"No, no"
"I can feel my power and my life draining away! They are actually draining away!"
Otis kept mumbling.
Through the gaps between his white fingers - Otis's face was no longer flawless, and a faint crack appeared on the side of his cheek.
Otis is not afraid of the devil of the abyss, let alone the devil of hell, but he is afraid of the smallest crack.
This is the biggest fear in his heart - he is afraid of losing his current status, and even more afraid of becoming a mortal again.
"This means I will grow old and even die."
"Damn it, I'm a god!"
he shouted.
Immediately afterwards, Otis whispered to himself as if grasping a life-saving straw:
"Yes. As long as I perform the ritual, everything will be fine and I will continue to be immortal."
He looked down at his smooth palm, as if cracks were about to appear on it.
"It's too late. We must unify Holy Fadelland as soon as possible and become the true emperor of Fadelland, so that we can regain the gift of Amauna Tower."
"As long as I can become a real emperor."
Otis said this as he tightly grasped the golden scepter that symbolized the supreme imperial power. (End of chapter)