Sun Fei never expected that such a major event would occur in the Twenty Mile Camp while he was being hunted down and fled to the world of Diablo to seek refuge.
No wonder he felt something was off when he returned to the real world. The entire camp seemed to be filled with an atmosphere of unease and fear. At first, he thought it was because his portrayal of Mad Wolf was too convincing and made the people in the camp feel threatened. But the real reason was actually here.
Who exactly orchestrated this shocking operation?
Sun Fei rubbed his temples, finding the whole affair utterly bizarre. How could there be such a foolish organization within the Zenit Empire, choosing to simultaneously attack and assassinate so many heads of noble families? Weren't they simply courting becoming the empire's public enemy?
Or is it... that this whole affair was orchestrated by forces outside the Zenit Empire?
Sun Fei felt that he had vaguely grasped something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it for the time being.
"What has been the reaction from the capital after this happened?" Sun Fei asked, looking up.
"The three legions protecting the Twenty Mile Camp began frequent mobilizations, subtly forming an encirclement. The most elite Imperial Guard in the capital, the Iron-Blooded Camp, had already left the capital and was stationed in the three-mile area between the capital and the Twenty Mile Camp. The ailing Emperor Yassin was furious. With a decree from the palace, Prince Andrei Arshavin, the [ God of War of the Zenit Empire ], and Prince Dominguez, the second Prince, who were initially thought to be transferred to the empire's border to prevent an invasion by the Spartak Empire, were simultaneously assigned to investigate this matter. The two acted independently, without any checks and balances between them..."
The Old Man Zola, gradually got into the zone, clearly explaining the things Sun Fei didn't know. The little guy Modrić, would occasionally whisper in addition to his points, and the two of them were getting along better and better.
"Act independently? Without any constraints on each other?" Sun Fei suddenly interrupted their conversation, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the stone chair, and said with a smile, "To me, this sounds like they're going to have the two Prince compete."
"Your Majesty is right. In fact, many outsiders have also speculated that Emperor Yassin's issuance of this decree while ill was a deliberate attempt to test the two princes once more. And the final pool of potential heirs to the imperial throne has clearly narrowed down to these two Prince..." The Old Man Zola analyzed methodically, "Rumor has it that shortly after the Emperor's decree was issued, unrest began to spread throughout the capital. Some noble factions that had been observing from the sidelines couldn't help but start lining up again. After this assassination attempt, judging from the two Prince ' performance, the year-long struggle for the throne is likely to come to an end. The nobles are also getting anxious, and it's said that even some King of vassal states have begun to take action."
In closing, the Old Man Zola silently reminded Sun Fei that the Kingdom of Chambord was now also facing a choice.
Sun Fei understood Zola's meaning perfectly well. But--
"There's no need for my Kingdom of Chambord to rush this matter. The struggle for the throne isn't so simple. Furthermore, the situations of the imperial capital's nobles and vassal states are different. For vassal states, it's perfectly acceptable to quietly wait for the final victor to emerge. Even if someone wants to take a gamble, those who place bets too early are just gamblers who've lost their minds." With his golden finger at his disposal, Sun Fei wasn't interested in the power struggles within the empire, so he remarkably remained calm, setting the tone for Chambord City's attitude in the face of the choice between the two Prince.
The Old Man Zola and Modrić possessed a talent and interest in collecting and analyzing intelligence, and were quite knowledgeable about such "major national affairs." Since His Majesty the King had already made up his mind, it was best not to say anything more.
"The atmosphere within the camp is now very tense. Prince Arshavin's [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] and Prince Dominguez's men are frantically searching for anyone connected to the assassin. More than a thousand people have already been arrested by Imperial soldiers, and many people from vassal states have been forcibly taken away. The two Prince issued curfew orders almost simultaneously; after nightfall, no one is allowed to leave their country's camp... Several groups of soldiers came to patrol outside my Chambord camp today, but after learning that this was Your Majesty's Barracks, they were all very polite, conducted a symbolic search within the camp, and then left."
At this point, both the Old Man Zola and the young Modrić couldn't help but show a proud expression, their eyes filled with utter admiration as they looked at the man before them.
Once upon a time, Chambord City was almost synonymous with 'insult' and 'damage'. Any of the surrounding neighboring countries could come and trample on it at will. The status of the Chambord people among the 250 vassal states was almost the same as that of the slaves who had lost their freedom and were sold. Killing a Chambord person was as easy as killing a stray dog in the wilderness without any criminal responsibility.
But now, who would dare to do that?
When King Majesty the King defeated the Imperial Knights' Hall and killed the Grand Judgment Knight under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of vassal states, the status of the Kingdom of Kingdom of Chambord underwent a dramatic transformation. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it rose to prominence. Now, within the twenty-mile vassal state camp, who doesn't greet the Chambord people with a smile and a bow? Even those high-ranking vassal states dare not show the slightest arrogance before the Chambord. The Imperial survey soldiers who had been ferociously searching the twenty-mile camp, causing chaos in the various vassal state camps, obediently tucked their tails between their legs and lowered their posture upon learning that this was the King of Chambord's camp—their attitude was unbelievably courteous.
The thought of this would make not only Old Man Zola and young Modrić, but anyone in the Chambord Army who had made the promise feel their blood boil.
Even the lowest-ranking groom in the Barracks dared to stand tall in front of those fierce soldiers.
Such a King drove them mad.
They were all willing to die for him.
"Oh, so the environment within the Twenty Mile Camp is actually a 'white terror'? After the two Prince ' investigation, I wonder how many people will suffer..." Sun Fei sighed softly, but there was nothing that could be done. It was conceivable that this was just the beginning. In the coming days, more crazy things would happen, more people would be framed, and many people's fates would be changed as a result.
Sun Fei had a premonition that chaos had begun and an era of Bloody and slaughter had arrived.
In this era, destiny is only in the hands of the truly strong.
The weak are destined only to weep and be eliminated.
"What's going on with the Kingdom of Byzantium?" Sun Fei suddenly thought of the young sixth-rank vassal King who looked remarkably similar to himself.
"As Your Majesty instructed Lady Elena to convey your orders, Lord Čech dispatched several Urban Management to secretly monitor the Byzantium King's camp. The assassination attempt did not affect the Kingdom of Byzantium, and later the imperial soldiers treated the Byzantium King with great courtesy. In addition, some officials from vassal states and imperial forces visited the Byzantium King... Everything is normal."
"That's all?"
"Three hours ago, the Byzantium King and Queen Isabella came to visit Your Majesty with a entourage. Since Your Majesty was not present, Princess Angela received them!" The Old Man Zola recalled this matter and reported it carefully.
Sun Fei nodded.
This young Byzantium king is indeed very capable and has performed well, proving that Sun Fei's previous efforts to promote him were worthwhile.
Having delivered the most detailed intelligence report, the Old Man Zola and Modrić, amidst Sun Fei's praise, proudly exited the King palace.
Back in the Kingdom of Black Rock's mines, to save their compatriots trapped in danger, Zola and Modrić always risked everything to gather information and strive for their people's survival under harsh conditions. Perhaps it was a habit formed from a time filled with a sense of crisis, but despite their vast age difference, the two possessed an innate keenness and analytical ability when it came to intelligence. They gradually became fascinated by the work of finding the truth amidst a sea of complex information. During their time with Sun Fei, they gained the support of His Majesty the King and began to take full charge of intelligence work in Chambord City. Although it had only been a little over half a month, the two displayed astonishing abilities and talents. Under their guidance, the intelligence department in Chambord City had taken shape from nothing.
Soon, Čech, Torres, and the prison warden Oleg arrived at the King's tent.
"Your Majesty!" Several people knelt on one knee to pay their respects.
"Get up." Sun Fei's gaze swept over the group, and he nodded in satisfaction.
The strength of Chambord City is improving every moment. As generals, the progress of these people's strength is satisfactory. Even the laziest fat man Oleg, has reached the High-Tier Three-Star Class. His fat body has also become more refined, making him look more fierce and imposing.
"Has Uncle Frank and the others not arrived yet?" Sun Fei asked.
According to the time Lampard and his group departed from Lampard provided by Elena, they should have arrived at the Twenty Mile Camp yesterday to meet up with Sun Fei. However Chambord City, something happened on the way, and more than a day has passed since the expected time, and the group still hasn't arrived.
"Perhaps it's because the roads are congested after the heavy snow, so the speed is a bit slower. Lord Lampard is very powerful. Among the vassal states we've passed through, there is absolutely no one who can rival him. With Pierce and Drogba, and fifty Urban Management and twenty-five Saint under his command, this force can almost sweep through the vast vassal states we pass through. There will definitely be no other problems, Your Majesty, please rest assured!" Čech analyzed.
"Yes, that's correct." Sun Fei nodded.
Just then--
The tent curtain was lifted, and a bodyguard rushed in.
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