The noisy noise echoed in the hall. If it weren't for seeing the excited guys showing their teeth and claws, all well-dressed and fat, it would have been like entering a vegetable market. This is the largest political hall in the Red Palace of Agra. Almost every major decision that determines the future of the kingdom is made here. It is also a symbol of the entire Indian kingdom.
Movor III leaned back tiredly on the golden chair behind him. His fingers as thick as carrots subconsciously rubbed the gems at the front of the armrests of the big chair. He wondered how long he could sit on this chair. Mower is not obsessed with this chair that is so brilliant in the eyes of everyone. In his eyes, it is actually a huge burden. He has been full of fear of this chair since he was a child, but his father put this chair aside. Under him, let himself take on this heavy responsibility that has been weighing him down for so many years. Movor also knew that he was not actually a qualified monarch. Compared with the tedious government and military affairs, he was more devoted to the appreciation of jewelry. Becoming the greatest jewelry appraiser had always been his deepest dream. But he also knew that to realize this dream, he might not be able to do it in his lifetime, unless he gave up the position under him, nearly 20 million Hyderabad subjects and those allies who were attached to the Hyderabad clan.
Black gemstones flashed with a fascinating color under the butter candle. The outside of this large chair with a rosewood frame was completely wrapped in pure gold. The golden light shone and overflowed with color. The tops of the two armrests and the two tops of the chair were The horns are inlaid with four longan-sized gemstones of black, red, blue and green, making this magnificent transaction even more unparalleled in the world. The back of the chair is high, and a walnut-sized night pearl on the top of the huge golden bull head statue flashes brilliantly under the light. This is the throne of the king of the Indian Kingdom, a unique solid gold chair, the highest symbol of the more than 60 million people of the Indian Kingdom.
Regardless of the political significance of this big chair, even purely in terms of the economic value of this chair, it is appalling. According to an estimate by a well-known jewelry merchant close to the Indian royal family, the four huge stones of different colors alone Each gemstone is worth more than 400,000 gold coins, and the value of the entire gem should be more than 2 million gold coins. According to the jewelry merchant, this is not actually the most precious treasure of the Indian royal family. There are countless rare treasures, and the most precious ones are of course the crowns worn by kings of all ages for coronations and major events. The crown made of pure gold is inlaid with as many as 160 diamonds of various sizes, among which Inlaid on the top spire of the crown is the "Continental Star" split from the world-famous "Cullinan" rough diamond. This diamond, known as the largest in the continent, weighs 530 carats, which is enough to make people admire it. The crazy light blue color is the best among rough diamonds. This rough diamond alone is worth three million imperial gold coins. This unprecedented treasure has also become a collection of the Indian royal family.
Movor stared blankly at the nobles and ministers who were still quarreling. The fall of the south and the uprising of slaves and poor people in the north had plunged almost everyone into extreme panic. No one knew how to deal with this, which was completely out of control. situation, especially in the north, several increasingly powerful rebel armies have begun to threaten the security of the city. Many market towns have been razed to the ground. Landowners and nobles have fled to the city, and businessmen have become wolves. He went to Tutu, gave up his property and business, and even fled to neighboring countries. The Assembly Hall has become the best place for mutual accusations and insults, where people can freely vent their dissatisfaction with the current situation. Although this will not help change the current chaotic situation, it can at least make these people suffer heavy losses or even turn them into nothing. The nobles gained temporary inner balance.
Seeing these normally arrogant nobles in front of them, they were now like bereaved dogs. An atmosphere of panic enveloped the entire hall. In addition to crying and telling each other about the plunder they had suffered, they also cursed those damn untouchables and The Tik people, at this time, the nobles seemed to have completely forgotten how tough they were back then. They just wanted to seek a compromise, or a decent surrender. In their view, even if the Tik people became the new masters, they would be better than those The untouchable slave rides on his neck. If the former slave climbs on his head to shit and urinate, this feeling is enough to drive people crazy. But it seemed that the Tik people were unwilling to grant even this minimum requirement. The Tik people even refused any conditions for peace talks, except unreserved surrender, which was unacceptable to almost all nobles and ministers.
Facing the advancing Tik army in the south and the intensifying uprising of slaves and poor people in the north, only the central province seems to be relatively calm at the moment, but Movor knows that if the current situation continues to develop, it will take a few days. The Central Province will also become a paradise for rioters, because almost all the available troops have been gathered in the Ward Province to resist the incoming Tik invasion army. It won't be long before those untouchables in the central province who are ready to take action will discover this secret. By then, what will happen to the situation, Mo Vol dare not think about it further.
"Marshal Zug, what is the situation now? You said that the Tik army has entered the Ward Province. Why has no report come back from the front line after so many days? What are the Tik people waiting for? In addition, the situation in the north is corrupt. The mobs are raging everywhere, and if we don't respond, I'm afraid the Tik people haven't come yet, and we will all become prisoners of those untouchables. What plan do you have to solve it?" Trying to suppress the anger in his heart, Movor III said fiercely Staring at the tall, thin, white-haired old man in front of him, once upon a time, the reputation and prestige of this once battle-hardened veteran had been completely destroyed by the poor performance of the Indian King's team. Almost all the nobles in the palace They all glared at him with hatred, which made the already frightened Marshal of the Kingdom tremble all over.
"Back to Your Majesty, although the Tik people's northward march has entered the Ward Province, the Mano Fortress is impregnable and is garrisoned by 200,000 troops including the Kingdom's Third Guards. The minister infers that maybe the Tik people are waiting for them. The corresponding army from the east has arrived, so no further action has been taken. As for the situation in the north, well, now the kingdom has no extra troops to annihilate it, and there has been no response from the Tanghe people so far, so-" Marshal Zug looked helpless and bitter. The long-lasting peace of the Royal Army has been completely reduced to a subpar local army, unable to shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the country. Can you blame yourself for this? Military expenditures are decreasing every year, training is getting less and less, military horses have become officials' carriages, and soldiers' salaries have been in arrears for more than half a year. It is already a prayer to God that there was no mutiny, but now that we have encountered such a situation, I feel resentful. Who is coming
There was a commotion in the hall, and a group of nobles howled angrily.
"Damn Zug, you are completely shirking your responsibility. Are we just going to wait here and let the Tik people attack us?"
"Your Majesty, let the firing squad come and drag this stupid pig out of Zug and hang him. He will be responsible for all this!"
"Zug, look at the performance of your army. Is the huge military expenditure allocated by the kingdom every year fed to the dog? Even if it is fed to the dog, it will still bite a stranger twice when it sees it!"
An inexplicable irritation and anger surged from the heart of Mo Vol III, and it was out of control. The burning anger suddenly became so wild at this moment, even Mo Vol III himself felt a little surprised, but at this time he He found that he seemed to be unable to control his emotions: "That's enough, you stupid asses! Shut up, do you think you can solve the problem by just making a noise here? If anyone talks nonsense to me again, You're talking nonsense, I'll have him put on the gallows immediately!"
In all these years, I have never seen His Majesty the King, who has always been lazy and gentle, suddenly become so irritable and irritable, and even blurt out swear words. Seeing Movor III, whose face was slightly discolored due to anger, everyone seemed to remember what was happening in front of them. His Majesty the King is the real master of the kingdom. It was like a dark wind coming from the ground suddenly passed through the hall. Almost everyone suddenly fell silent, shrinking their necks and lowering their heads. No one dared to provoke His Majesty the King at this time. In anger, It is difficult to say whether His Majesty the King will commit any irrational behavior. It would be unjust to send an ignorant guy to the gallows. The hall became extremely quiet, and only the sound of deliberately suppressed breathing could still be faintly audible.
At this moment, Mo Vol felt an indescribable joy in his heart. This venting finally let out the long-suppressed depression in his heart. This feeling really made people feel comfortable, but the cruel reality made Mo Vol III I had to return to the current situation after experiencing a short period of happiness.
"Sharma, hasn't the messenger sent to the Tanghe people returned yet? It must have been from Lawang. Why has there been no news after so long? Where are the Yakuans and Luobi people?" He calmed down. After thinking about it, Movor's disgusted eyes swept over the nobles who lowered their heads, and cast his hope on his minister of state. He didn't have much hope for the Yakuans and Luobei people. Both families now have their own unspeakable secrets. Sending a messenger is just a formality. Winning the support of public opinion is already the limit. The only hope is that Tang It's a pity that Li Wufeng went to the East. I wonder if the Tanghe people can give themselves a satisfactory answer without the coach.