"This is not a wise war!"

In Aaron's Lion Castle, a shout came from the magnificent Hero Hall.

In the main hall, there are relatively independent small round tables, about one hundred and fifty in total, arranged in three layers to form a large circle.

There are four or five people sitting around each small round table, and in the middle of the big circle is a podium for speeches.

On the high platform, a middle-aged red-haired man wearing a parliamentary robe with blue, green and gold vertical stripes opened his arms and shouted loudly.

"We are a great kingdom in Aaron. A great kingdom should not only have power, but also have far-sighted vision and accurate judgment of the current situation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone stood up at one of the round tables.

He asked loudly: "Count Carlebon, may I ask you, is there anyone in your family who has gone bankrupt?"

The man who asked the question was very young, less than thirty years old, with a handsome face, and was wearing a navy blue uniform with gold edges, a naval captain's uniform.

The count on the podium froze and shook his head: "No, but this has nothing to do with today's topic, Sir Miller."

The young officer called Sir Miller smiled coldly: "My family has it, and quite a few."

"My family has an investment of 800,000 Ogg in Weilan, with a stable annual income of 300,000 Ogg. But all of this was turned to ashes overnight because of Duke Weilan's willfulness."

"May I ask you, is there any good way to get Duke Weilan to return the money?"

Count Gallepon immediately said: "War is not a necessary measure. Before that, we should at least try to negotiate with Duke Weilan."

The young captain sneered: "How to negotiate?"

"Let Duke Weilan return the 800,000 Ogg to me? Or should he give me 300,000 Ogg every year for free?"

Everyone knows that this is impossible.

"Mr. Gallepon, in my opinion, your words are as childish as a fairy tale!"

"Bang bang bang~~"

The speaker of the Noble Council, the elderly royal prince Brown Danger, banged the gavel in his hand and said loudly: "Sir Miller, let Count Gallepon finish his words!"

Sir Miller turned around, bowed slightly to the prince, and sat back with a sneer.

Count Gallepon sorted out his thoughts and continued, "No matter what, we are still Weilan's most important neighbor. This is an unchangeable fact."

"We already have a very formidable opponent to the south. It would be very unwise to erect another enemy behind us."

"What has happened is irreversible, but we can use the current losses as an excuse to negotiate for more concessions in future trade agreements."

"I believe Duke Weilan does not want to maintain a bad relationship with Aaron."

As soon as he finished speaking, another young officer stood up. It was Sir Orange.

A battle master in his early thirties, also a naval captain.

"Count, Weilan has not yet completely emerged from the chaos, and the combat effectiveness of the fleet left by the former Duke has also been greatly reduced due to the replacement of generals at the last minute."

"The only people Duke Weilan can really rely on are still those people from the White Sturgeon Island."

"It can be said that this is the moment when Duke Weilan is at his weakest. If we don't strangle him completely at this moment, are we going to wait quietly for him to grow stronger?!"

"What the Earl just said makes me suspect that you are a spy arranged by Duke Weilan for Aaron!"

Count Gallepon was furious: "Speaker, this is an insult to my character!"

'Bang, bang, bang!'

The Speaker banged the gavel again: "Sir Orlanger, for using offensive words that go beyond the limit, I order you to apologize to Count Gallepon and leave the Hall of Heroes immediately!"

The young naval captain immediately bowed to the round table and said, "I apologize to you, Count, although I don't think I said anything wrong."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the Hall of Heroes without waiting for the guards at the venue to come and chase him away.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter~~"

There was a burst of applause in the meeting hall, as if seeing off the hero.

Count Carlebon felt so much pressure that he no longer had the courage to speak.

"That's all I have to say, Speaker."

After a hasty bow to the prince, he returned to the small round table of parliamentarians in the audience.

As soon as he sat down, the assistant beside him whispered, "Count, it's useless. Everyone is angry."

Count Gallepon looked around at the faces around him and clearly felt a mixture of anger and excitement, as if they were a group of fanatical believers.

His thick eyebrows knitted together tightly: "Too fast."

"What's too fast?"

The Earl sighed, "The slaves who were once trampled underfoot turned over too quickly, and the slave owners couldn't stand it."

If Weilan grows stronger little by little and breaks away from Aaron's control step by step, everyone will be prepared both in terms of interests and psychologically.

Finally, I broke free. It was a natural result. At most, I could just curse a few times with a feeling of resentment.

But the current situation is that a year ago Aaron was still enjoying the cheap raw materials provided by Weilan, but a year later, he was almost knocked down by Weilan and a large piece of his flesh was torn off.

Such severe pain will naturally trigger extreme anger.

The pampered marquises were furious and vowed revenge.

The young officers in the army were full of enthusiasm and wanted to gain promotion through this battle.

There were even many calls for war among the people, because the interests of countless private businessmen were greatly damaged.

And rational conspirators began to use this rage to seek higher power for themselves.

At this time, another blond middle-aged man wearing the robe of aristocratic councilor came to the stage. He was the leader of the war faction, the Marquis of Gaunt.

The marquis himself was a master of magic at the peak of the fourth ring. His magical powers had greatly delayed his aging. Although he looked like a middle-aged man, he was actually nearly sixty years old.

Because of this, unless a miracle happened, it would be impossible for him to make any further progress in the field of magic.

The Marquis himself also completely gave up the path of magic and began to focus on the pursuit of power.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, before he even started speaking, applause broke out in the Hall of Heroes and lasted for several minutes before stopping.

The old marquis said loudly: "I admit that this war does involve certain risks."

"At my age, if I go to a brothel for fun, I might die in a woman's belly, but should I not go for fun?"

"No, of course I'll go!"

Everyone answered loudly, especially the young nobles, who were even more excited.

When the meeting was quiet, Marquis Gaunt continued, "Our ancestors have gone through countless hardships and difficulties, and have faced countless choices. Do we have to choose a path that seems to be the safest, but is actually the most cowardly, every time we make a choice?"

"No, that's not it!"

"There is still a glorious path for the brave!"

"Just like the ancient warriors, regardless of everything, using all the strength in your body to pursue a rich reward in great danger!"

"And now is indeed the best time to attack Weilan. Once successful, we will not only be able to regain control of Weilan, but also eliminate all hidden dangers in the rear!"

"In the face of such huge benefits, what does this little risk matter?!"

The Count spoke impassionedly with a deep, passionate voice, which was extremely inciting and once again aroused enthusiastic response in the Hall of Heroes.

Count Gallepon frowned even more and couldn't help but scold.

"This guy is turning the serious Kingdom Parliament into a nonsensical street speech!"

"He's not weighing the pros and cons at all, he's just stirring up emotions!"

"It is a great misfortune for the entire kingdom to fall into the hands of such a person!"

The assistant beside him immediately said, "Count, I personally think you are right, but I advise you to keep these words in your heart. Fanatic believers don't like to be reasoned with."

Count Carlebon listened to the advice and wisely kept silent.

While the leader of the war faction, Marquis Gaunt, was raising waves of enthusiastic responses in the Hall of Heroes, King Danger was standing on the observation deck above the hall, silently watching everything in the hall.

Sanchester had returned from Veran and was standing beside him.

The observation platform was surrounded by a five-ring magical barrier to ensure the privacy of the conversation.

Danger whispered: "Gunter is a conspirator, he wants to rebel!"

Aaron's kings were not always named Dange, but rotated among several ancient pure-blood nobles.

As it happens, the Gaunt family is one of them.

Sanchester nodded: "Yes, he is using this war to gain the right to speak in the army."

If the war to the north is won and Aaron regains control of Vilan, then Marquis Gaunt and his family will gain great prestige in Aaron.

The Danger royal family would pale in comparison if they lost Vilan during their tenure.

Then, all the Marquis of Gaunt needed to become King of Danger was a coup d'état.

Therefore, Weilan's unexpected independence has actually had an enormous impact on Aaron, causing the domestic political situation to be in turmoil from which no one can stay out.

Of course, Danger himself could also become a war advocate and replace the position of Marquis of Gaunt, but he knew that if he did so, Aaron would be dragged into the abyss.

So he chose to hide behind the scenes and fight conspiracy with conspiracy.

Danger asked: "Is Duke Weilan sure he can defeat Marquis Gaunt?"

Sanchester nodded slightly: "Your Majesty, this is bound to happen. The only difference is how much time it takes and how much loss it will cause to defeat him."

As he spoke, he added in his heart: "The Marquis has no idea how terrible Duke Weilan is."

Danger thinks so too.

It was not because he had any real evidence, but because he saw through Duke Willan's character.

Since the other party dared to take over the position of Grand Duke Weilan, he must have been prepared to deal with all risks.

After a moment of silence, he said, "It would be best if both sides suffered huge losses in this war. Especially the Duke, who would not be able to start another war for at least three years."

This situation is the most favorable.

Otherwise, if Aaron was harmed but Weilan was fine, Aaron's life would be very difficult.

Sanchester laughed and said, "There will definitely be losses. There is no such thing as no losses in war."

After a pause, he added: "Your Majesty, are you ready to usher in a new era?"

To usher in a new era, we must slaughter all the great nobles in the country.

But how to do this? Who will do it? Who will fill the power vacuum after the great nobles disappear? This is also a series of things that must be considered. If any link is not done well, if something goes wrong, the Lion King will be completely a thing of the past.

In response, Danger narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm ready!"

After a pause, he continued to stare at the Marquis of Gaunt, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

According to his understanding, the Marquis had never been an adventurous person, and now he seemed a little too confident.

"Does he have any other cards up his sleeve?"

Dange couldn't understand it for a moment.

While the domestic situation in Aaron was turbulent, Weilan was also in the midst of another kind of turmoil.

It is not the turbulence in the political situation, but the turbulence in the flow of human and material resources.

A large number of orders came out from the Dawn Castle in an orderly manner.

'Prepare for war, move the capital, open a new bank, build a school of art and law, build a shipyard, build a factory' and so on.

Some are making full preparations, while others are laying the early foundation.

A revolutionary change is brewing.

Amidst such turmoil, the leader of the storm unexpectedly returned to the White Sturgeon Island.

One reason is that the production capacity of major war materials is still on the White Sturgeon Island.

The second reason is that Queen Kaa is still on the White Sturgeon Island.

Of course the roses had to be picked, but the queen also reported a somewhat strange piece of information.

(End of this chapter)