Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

Imperial City, Royal Chamber.

Two days have passed since the night like a nightmare, and Luke's men had already controlled the situation.The officials who shivered and hid in the bed in the bloody night of the imperial capital now stood up one by one, with a proud expression on their faces, as if he had put down the rebellion with his own hands.

As the ruler of the empire, Fernando XIII, was killed, these officials had to elect another king to inherit the throne.Obviously, this is related to the interests of various factions and families, so these officials of the empire have been arguing in the Royal Chamber for 2 days and still haven't come to any result.

Among the original three giants of the empire, Chad, the Imperial Secretary of State for rebellion, has now become a prisoner, while the military commander Orlando went to Thor Fortress. Only two days were not enough to pass the news. Only the imperial finances who have been removed Minister Luke sat quietly in the corner of the chamber.

None of the serving imperial officials paid attention to Luke. In their eyes, Luke was just a dead guy. Who would care about him?And Luke’s real subordinates did not appear here at all. Now everything is ready to go. After Chad’s forces are completely eradicated, there are too many vacancies left, and everyone under Luke is busy. Although there is no personal appointment from His Majesty the Emperor, who would care about Luke's men?The entire imperial capital is already in Luke's control. Isn't it the same to wait for those boring officials to choose a puppet, and then slowly sign the appointment and removal orders?

On the contrary, Luke didn't have much to do. He happened to sit alone with a glass of Bordeaux and tasted slowly, and looked at the officials who kept arguing indifferently.

More than 100 officials sat in the Royal Chamber. The original owner, Fernando XIII, passed away only two days ago, and no one has ever asked about it. Even his funeral was handled by Luke.These officials have completely lost the demeanor of the nobility and are red-faced arguing about the choice of the next king. Since the young Fernando XIII has no direct descendants, in accordance with the provisions of the "Royal Succession Law", basically a noble with the blood of Fernando's royal family. All theoretically have the right to inherit the king.

"Everyone, everybody!" a white-haired official shouted loudly: "According to the provisions of the "Royal Succession Act", Henikos Fernando should inherit the throne. Although the old Henikos is a little older, he But the cousin of His Majesty Fernando XII is the oldest and most prestigious among our royal family!"

"Haha, it's a joke, then Henikos is 79 years old this year. Do you want our empire to continue to change kings next year?" An official in his 30s retorted loudly, "I think, the monarch of a huge empire It should have the wisdom of the elderly and the vigor of the young, as well as a healthy body."

"Yes, yes!" Several people about the same age as the official patted the table and roared.

"So I think," the 30-year-old official shouted to everyone: "Birmingham Fernando is most qualified to be our next monarch. He is knowledgeable and proficient in four languages. Most importantly, he is only 43 years old this year. Years old is when a person is most energetic!"

"Yes, we all support Birmingham!" It is still those few officials who are constantly creating momentum for their faction candidates.

"Everyone, don't mess up, please listen to me!" A young man aged 18 or 9 yelled in a childish voice: "Isn't the future of the empire belonged to our young people? In that case, go ahead. Why not let the youngest Hubble Fernando be king."

"Go to hell, Hubble is only 7 years old this year. Could a kid who is still peeing his pants take care of us!"

"Damn, you old thing, do you dare to say such things? Have you forgotten that insulting His Majesty the King is a great sin?"

"May the God of Light rob you of your glory! Who says Hubble is the king?"

"Everyone, everybody..."

"Ah, you dare to touch me, you have tarnished the dignity of the nobleman!"

"What if I touch you! You fat-eared idiot, why don't you die?"

"Don't make noise, don't make noise!"

"You have the guts to touch me again! Damn pig, if my servants are there, I will let them knock on the muddy head!"

"Brothers, defend our King Birmingham to the death!"

...

Luke gently shook the crystal glass in his hand to make the bright red Bordeaux wine sway in the glass. He looked at the noisy officials in front of him with a mocking expression on his face.

A man dressed as a servant walked in quickly. He quickly scanned the Royal Chamber with his eyes. He immediately saw the location of Luke, and then quickly handed a copy of his information to Luke. Ke gently opened this information, which listed his subordinates' gains that night.

At that time, Chad was not a premeditated rebellion. After the assassin assassinated Fernando XIII, he was forced to raise troops to protect himself. Of course, the insiders of this matter were either Chad's men who had been killed. It's empty, or Luke's men will surely be tight-lipped.

Because in that night, Chad urgently mobilized more than 40,000 troops, which is almost one-fifth of the army left behind in the imperial capital, plus more than 2,000 people from the chamber of commerce and mercenary group under his name and his wife. Indeed, the situation around the palace and its surroundings was firmly under control.

But when Catherine persuaded Luke to take action, the situation took a turn. Luke’s men were far inferior to Chaddo, but most of Chad's men were the reserve army, not as good as the entire elite army in Luke's hands. It was controlled by the generals he supported. What's more, there are thousands of holy knights as backbones. Chad's men are not opponents at all, and they are basically collapsed when they are touched. 20 people don't know where they fled.

When the overall situation was finalized, Luke deliberately let go of a hole in the line of defense that was besieging the palace, and Fang Chad's soldiers fled into the rich area. Those nobles who desperately took down the poor were hit hard that night.Chad’s soldiers rushed into the house where the nobles were and began to rob. When they were almost robbed, Luke’s troops rushed in to fight. In the chaos, no one knew who the nobles died. In his hand, anyway, almost all the aristocratic houses that were looted were lit, and the fire spread quickly, illuminating half of the sky.

In any case, the common people of the imperial capital live on the outer edge of the city, and more people live in farms and manors outside the city. Luke has long been dissatisfied with these nobles who don’t care about the empire and only value their lives. This time the incident hit them severely.

When it’s dawn, when those anxious citizens walk out of their homes, they can only see the bright red blood flowing in the sewers of the imperial capital. That night full of fear, let the residents of Fernando City who have been away from the war for 200 years in That night, I once again tasted the taste of death.

Luke flipped through the information in his hand. After preliminary sorting, the wealth he collected that night would be more than 490 million gold coins converted into gold coins. This is almost the total tax revenue of the empire for 7 years, and it is more important. The thing is, those dead nobles control at least 40% of the land near the imperial capital. As long as it takes some time to sort out the land and distribute it to the civilians, Luke believes that he will win the hearts of the people.

Luke folded this information carefully and put it into his pocket. He put the crystal glass in his hand aside, and then stood up slowly.In the Chamber, the officials are still arguing loudly, and the scene is getting more and more chaotic. These officials are striving for the best interests, but they don’t know the people who can really decide the next king here are drinking leisurely. With wine.

Luke suddenly remembered Catherine. After that night of rebellion, Catherine moved into the bedroom and never came out again, as if the future of the empire had nothing to do with her. No one cared about a woman with a dead husband, only the trainee knight Christie Na still protects her personally.

In Luke’s heart, Catherine was actually more qualified to be a king. Based on Catherine’s performance that night, the officials who were fighting desperately in front of him were just like rubbish. Unfortunately, according to the "Royal Succession Law", Catherine was Fernando. The queen of the thirteenth generation, her succession to the throne is too far. If she really wants to inherit the throne, she must at least kill the 57 nobles with Fernando blood who live in the imperial capital, and have to go to Seawind City and other places. , Kill the remaining 46 royal descendants whose fiefs are not near the imperial capital.

Luke shook his head and slowly walked out with his hands behind his back.Luke does not have the blood of the royal family, and he can't be guilty of talking about inheritance rights.Anyway, no matter who sits on the throne, he still has to act according to Luke's wishes. If so, what difference does it make to Luke who is the emperor?

"Wait for your quarrel slowly!" Luke said in his heart: "Every day you quarrel, my strength grows by a point, and my control over the empire is stronger. It's best if you keep arguing. Get out of the king, so I don’t even need to ask the puppet for instructions."

On the South Tarun Prairie, 10 holy knights were desperately speeding northward. They were ordered by Queen Catherine to pass on what happened in the imperial capital to General Orlando.

The rapid sound of horse hooves made the cattle and sheep grazing on the side a little frightened, and the originally neat cattle and sheep began to become messy.A herdsman on horseback grazing deeply stared at the holy knight who had gone away from the dust, suddenly swung his whip, and slammed the horse under his hip.The horse made a long hiss, spread its hooves, and ran towards the dimly distant camp.

Half a day later, more than 20 herdsmen flew out of the camp. They divided into four groups, ran out in different directions, and quickly disappeared into the distance.