Accommodating the Country of Disorder

Chapter 750: Accommodating the Country of Disorder

Intis Republic, Trier.

Today, the capital of the Intis Republic was practically deserted, with nearly the entire city gathered along Shady Avenue, eagerly awaiting the arrival.

According to reliable sources, Emperor Rosell's descendant, "Rosell II," was being escorted back to the country by the prime minister of the Atlantis Empire and the Pope of the Fool Church.

Since the Atlantis Empire had previously replaced the kings of Fenebote and Loen, people guessed that Rosell II's return was another measure by Atlantis to strengthen its control over the political landscape of the Northern Continent.

But the public did not care about that. They wanted more than anything to catch a glimpse of Rosell II.

In the stories passed down among the people, the era when Emperor Rosell ruled had been the Intis Republic's most glorious age.

Whenever the elderly encountered something unpleasant, they would always sigh, "If only the Emperor were still alive."

Now, the Emperor's direct descendant had supposedly returned. Unlike those politicians, the people did not treat it as a looming threat. They simply wanted to know whether Rosell II could bring them hope.

At last, the convoy escorting Rosell II arrived.

People could hardly believe their eyes. Standing in the tramcar and waving at them was a middle-aged man with chestnut hair, two exquisite little mustaches, and magnificent Intis-style formal attire.

"Steam be praised! He looks just like the Emperor himself!"

No one knew who said it first, but soon everyone began shouting, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Over the past two years, they had suffered far too many political and military humiliations. During the previous World War, they had fought all the way to Backlund, only to inexplicably end in defeat! Nearly two-thirds of the Republic Army's