"roll!"
When the emperor heard the report from the Minister of War, he was furious and smashed the bamboo book on the desk.
"promise."
The Minister of War bent over and stepped back.
"Wait, increase the intensity of the wanted notice and the reward," the emperor said. "Announce it, anyone who provides clues to the assassin will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold after his capture. Anyone who captures him personally will be rewarded with a thousand acres of land and a title of marquis." He didn't care that Ling Yurou was gone, he had plenty of women anyway, but the disappearance of the jewels and silver in the treasury was what made him most angry! This was the wealth accumulated by the Cotton Kingdom for many years, and it was emptied in an instant!
"Yes, but..." The Minister of War hesitated to speak.
"If you have something to say, say it. If you have to fart, fart!" the emperor cursed.
"The national treasury has been emptied. Where can we get these thousand taels of gold?" The assistant minister of the Ministry of War said with his back hunched.
"Although the treasury is out of money, so many ministers still have some at home. Can't you borrow some from them?" the Cotton Emperor cursed. "Do you have a pig's brain? You have to pay back the money you borrowed. It's like paying for your negligence!"
The Minister of War fled the Council Hall in panic, his face extremely grim. He wondered if there weren't awakened worshippers protecting the royal family, how could this damn emperor live so comfortably? He even dared to yell at him!
At this time, Wang Xiaohai had already left the palace. He and Ling Yurou were sitting in a hired carriage, heading towards the capital.
In ancient times, without telephones and radios, spreading news was difficult. Wang Xiaohai recalled a joke: In ancient times, a certain kingdom in the Evil Spirit Continent encountered a rebellion. The news reached the emperor, who then ordered a siege. By the time the army arrived, the rebel leader had already died of old age! Of course, this is just a story, and its truth is unknown, but it indirectly illustrates the efficiency of ancient people. However, this time, he had robbed the national treasury, so the news should have spread quickly.
"It hurts so much, and you don't even show any mercy to me!" Ling Yurou rubbed her arm and cursed.
"Auntie, I took you away from the palace. Not only did you not thank me, but you also scolded me!" Wang Xiaohai leaned back on the worn and mottled leather chair in the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.
"What do you mean by auntie? Do you know how to speak?" Ling Yurou couldn't help but retort, "I'm only 24 years old this year, not much older than you."
"Six years older than me." Wang Xiaohai moved his fingers, opened his eyes, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and felt relieved when he saw the carriage passing through the city gate.
"Just call me sister." Ling Yurou said.
"You are too cunning and scheming. I dare not shout." Wang Xiaohai continued to sleep with his eyes closed. The bumpy road made him shake constantly, and he accidentally hit the back of his head on the wooden frame of the car.
Just when the carriage was a hundred meters away from the city, a whistling arrow pierced through the clouds, and the soldiers guarding the city gate hurriedly pulled up the drawbridge.
Wang Xiaohai heard a "cluck" sound coming from behind and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The efficiency of these people was just as he expected.
Suddenly——
A terrifying and enormous aura of oppression rose from the city and quickly spread to the surroundings, scanning through the bodies of everyone in the city. Fortunately, Wang Xiaohai's control over martial energy has improved a lot recently, and no one who is not more than two realms above him can detect that he is a martial artist.
"A powerful Martial Saint?" Wang Xiaohai carefully felt this energy that was different from his own. The total amount was not as large as his own, but the unit mass was stronger than his own. This was a qualitative change after awakening, like wood turning into stone.
"Is the Martial Saint you are talking about the awakened worshiper?" Ling Yurou said.
"Oh, you understand?" Wang Xiaohai turned around. "What's the secret? Can you tell me?"
"When I'm bored, I often go to the palace library to read, so I know a thing or two." Ling Yurou said, "The Cotton Kingdom was founded three hundred and fifty years ago. At that time, wars were frequent on the continent. Three like-minded friends cleared the land of bandits and took in those who came to seek refuge from the disaster. They selected the strong and intelligent refugees and formed a small tribe. Over the next few years, they gradually expanded outward, and the territory increased dozens of times. When the population reached 100,000, the three of them established the United Kingdom, which was the previous name of the Cotton Kingdom. It means like-minded and represents the friendship of the three."
"It sounds very exciting that three brothers of the opposite sex join hands to create a new country." Wang Xiaohai praised.
"The land of the United Nations is getting bigger and bigger, and its territory is getting bigger and bigger. In less than ten years, it has a population of tens of millions, becoming a small country and establishing an empire. The eldest of the three brothers became the first emperor of the United Nations. But the good times didn't last long. A few years later, in a battle with a neighboring country, the eldest of the three brothers was seriously injured. He died of illness shortly after returning. His son succeeded him, and the other two brothers became palace attendants. Wars gradually decreased, and the United Nations opened its borders for trade. Since this land was mainly used for cotton planting, cotton trade gradually became the first pillar of the United Nations. After consultation with the attendants, the second emperor changed the country's name to Cotton Country." Ling Yurou's voice was synchronized with the moving carriage, swaying and rising and falling.
"Do you mean the current worshiper or the two brothers from more than three hundred years ago?" Wang Xiaohai understood what Ling Yurou meant.
"That's right. They have lived until now, and their descendants have become the tribute families of the Cotton Country and are supported by the palace. So when you robbed the national treasury, it was equivalent to robbing their money." Ling Yurou's eyes were full of worry. She and Wang Xiaohai were now in the same boat. If Wang Xiaohai was caught, she would suffer as well. What awaited her was probably slow slicing to death. Now, the people in the palace probably thought that she was just abducted and would not have thought that she had become Wang Xiaohai's accomplice.
The sunlight shone through the gaps in the cloth onto Wang Xiaohai's face. He looked thoughtful, but not panicked at all. He thought of the saying that the life of a martial saint could be extended. It seemed to be true. After more than three hundred years, these two priests were still alive. He estimated that these two people were about four hundred years old now, and they still had almost a hundred years to live.
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