Enfeoffing a Duchy

Early in the morning, Rein returned to the hotel to check on the unharmed barbarian girl.

Then he followed Bazel out the door.

"Senior Bazel, where are we going now?"

"My Cultivation Method is an exclusive inheritance. Although the amplification of battle qi is quite good, you can't learn it. Moreover, although our werewolf clan is a melee fighter, we all follow the 'Shadow Hunter' path, which is not very suitable for your awakened Transcendent attribute. But I know there happens to be a Grandmaster Fighter in City of Radiance. If you want to pursue the path of [Qi Master], that guy is the perfect fit. By the way, do you Contribution Points?"

There are still more than ten points left on the sign.

"Learning that 'Breath of Lightning' technique requires 20,000 Contribution Points. Fine, I'll lend it to you first. Remember to pay me back when you have the money. Doctors like you won't be short of money once you're famous. With this secret technique, you're sure to have a place in the medical field someday."

"Oh."

At that moment, Rein realized just how incredibly wealthy the top phantom thief was.

The former leader of the "White Wolf Bandit Group," one of the three major thieves in Omar, lent out a staggering two hundred million lisos as if it were nothing.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the City of Radiance, in the capital of the Oma Empire, "Wussenbar".

"Wussenbar" is also the only "Dragon City Overlord-class" Mechanical City in the world, with an inner city population of over ten million and possessing an indestructible steel wall and super cannons.

In the center of the mechanical megacity stands a towering castle, a magnificent palace known as the Oma Imperial Palace.

At this very moment, in the study of the rear palace, the magnificent crystal palace lamps illuminated a luxurious and resplendent interior.

At his desk, the current King Dopler Spurglin is reviewing memorials.

He was wearing glasses and carefully flipping through the pages, looking very focused.

Before long, a tall woman with a slender sword at her waist walked in.

The palace maids, upon seeing the blonde woman with a sword, not only did not speak up to stop her, but quietly left the study and closed the door.

Dopler looked up at the blonde woman, a weary smile on his face, and greeted her, "Ymir, you've come."

Ymir glanced at the pale-faced His Majesty the King and frowned. "Dopler, you look increasingly unwell. Your health is a great concern to me."

"Oh, you're overthinking it."

Dopler shook his head and said, "Dean Philo of the Royal Medical Academy examined me this morning and said I'm just a little overworked. You know, I haven't been sleeping well lately."

Ymir sighed softly, "You should rest more."

After a pause, she asked, "Did you call me over because you need something?"

Dopler hesitated for a moment, seemingly finding it difficult to read.

Seeing his expression, Ymir asked curiously, "What's wrong, Dopler? You seem hesitant, which isn't like you."

After a moment's hesitation, Dopler said, "I intend to grant you a fiefdom to establish a duchy, and officially bestow upon you a title."

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Upon hearing this, Ymir frowned and pondered for a moment.

She was slightly surprised and asked, "Why did you suddenly make this decision?"

The siblings knew each other too well, and she naturally knew that Dopler must have had a deeper meaning behind his actions.

It is not uncommon for adult members of the royal family to be granted territories and establish duchies, but this also means that they have completely lost their right to inherit the Imperial Throne.

Ymir wasn't greedy for the Imperial Throne; she just suddenly felt that her brother's decision was too abnormal.

Dopler's eyes dimmed slightly as he said, "Though I hate to admit it, it seems our reform plan is doomed to fail. Ymir, my dear sister, I don't want you to get hurt anymore."

"No, Dopler, this doesn't sound like something the fearless person would say."

Ymir understood that he was referring to his previous assassination attempt. He shook his head and said without fear, "Reform inevitably involves the pain of reform; that's unavoidable. If it can transform the empire from its decline into a thriving nation, I would gladly let my blood flow on every inch of its land."

Dopler forced a smile, seemingly recalling the spirited way the siblings had been determined to change Omar years ago.

In an instant, the light in his eyes faded, and he sighed, "If I could live another ten years, I would still shed my last drop of blood for the empire. But last night I saw my father calling me."

Ymir felt a strange sadness welling up inside her, as if she were about to lose something important. She interrupted, "No, brother! The court physicians all say you are very healthy!"

Dopler shook his head and didn't bring up the topic again.

He was well aware of his physical condition.

Silence fell over the study; no one spoke.

After a long silence, Ymir finally spoke, "Dopler, what made you suddenly make this decision?"

Dopler sighed and said, "If an apple has one wormhole, you can cut it out and it's still a delicious apple. But if an apple is full of wormholes, even if you cut it out, is it still an apple?"

Ymir remained silent.

She knew that the "conservatives" were like a tangled "wormhole".

Dopler: "As you can see, the Established Nobles of Omar have lost the enterprising spirit of their ancestors. They are unwilling to give up their power and wealth, and will even fiercely fight back against any 'enemy' who tries to take power from them."

Ymir said, "Brother, we still have a chance. Although General Dorgon was forced out of the capital, we still have plenty of trump cards up our sleeves."

"No, Ymir. I said that if we had another ten years, I would be confident that our reforms would succeed."

Dopler shook his head and continued, "The last time you were assassinated, it was William, Sid's Blood Prince. But for that guy to be able to appear at Storm Lake, it was no small feat that those Established Nobles were involved. Even people close to us."

Ymir's eyes flashed coldly as she argued, "I've made some progress on the assassination attempt. That advisor named Clemens F. Metternich..."

Suddenly, she felt that Dopler was acting strangely today. Her eyes lit up, and she asked seriously, "Brother, are you hiding something from me? Even though you are only Third Tier Extraordinary, your body shouldn't be able to make you say such discouraging things."

"No need to investigate further."

Dopler's expression darkened; he didn't intend to answer directly. "Leave the capital tomorrow and establish a new duchy in the Misty Zone. We now possess Steam Machinery City technology far superior to that of our ancestors, enough to explore vaster territories. Like our forefathers, create a greater, entirely new nation."

Ymir's crystal eyes trembled; she had clearly guessed something.

Dopler didn't say it explicitly, but rather said meaningfully, "Omar is, after all, Omar of the Spurglin Family. I don't want to see it fall apart, and the people of the Empire shouldn't suffer in a civil war."

Upon hearing this, Ymir's resolve finally wavered, and her expression darkened. "I understand."

"Where do you want your fiefdom?"

"West side, please."

"Yeah, that's fine too. Although the environment is a bit harsher, no one can bother you anymore."

"Brother, how much longer can you live?"

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Silence is the answer.

Ymir turned away sadly and walked towards the study door, saying with his back to him, "Your Majesty Dopler, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself from now on."

She knew that her brother was far more capable than others perceived. He probably already knew about certain conspiracies, but he chose to silently bear it all alone.

"Um."

Dopler nodded, and finally said, "Ymir, if one day you learn the truth that I am unwilling to tell you today, I hope you can be more tolerant of 'Metternich'."

Ymir did not respond to him.

How could I possibly forgive my enemy, brother!

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