In the order, the Queen, in her own name, required the nobles in the eastern and western regions to pay taxes, provide more money to the national treasury and provide food for the refugees, which was also a form of suppression.
After all, in the Roman Empire, anything that had anything to do with the nobility was not good. All the nobility had more or less stains, and the fact that the empress focused on the nobility in the east and west actually showed that she supported the nobility in the north, central and south.
This made the representatives of the nobles from the three places feel relieved, and although the representatives of the nobles from the east and west looked unhappy, they could not lose their temper in the palace.
They could only swallow their anger and accept the Queen's order. The peasants outside who were crowded in the square listening to the Queen's order cheered in a way that could not be heard in the palace:
"That's great! The Queen still loves us!"
"We are saved!"
Amid the noisy cheers, some knowledgeable people looked embarrassed, because they realized that the Queen's order would only make the Roman Empire more divided.
The eastern nobles controlled 80% of the silver mines in the Roman Empire. Although the western nobles were not as wealthy, they owned large pastures and provided the Roman Empire with a large number of war horses and livestock.
The nobles of both places were all those who had made outstanding contributions in the previous wars... Not only did they have strength, they also had a widespread reputation. Most importantly, they had already put a lot of effort into this drought.
When drought struck, the West provided a large number of pigs and a small amount of grain, and the East did its best to mine and use silver to enrich the treasury.
As a result, the two noble groups that contributed the most were both suppressed today, and any normal person would feel resentful about this.
This country is probably going to be ruined - those knowledgeable people shook their heads amid the cheers of the people. Not only is it going to be ruined, but it is also likely to be even more divided than the previous tribal period.
"It would be better to let the regent be the emperor..."
The hidden complaints disappeared in the noisy cheers.
And this cheer was destined not to be what the little queen wanted, but what Prince Gasson wanted.
"Your Highness, according to your instructions, I have asked 'her' to issue the order." After finishing the court session, his head maid immediately rushed back to Gassen.
"The nobles from the East and West who are not part of our interest group must pay the price - this is your instruction."
"Yes. After all, the national treasury is short of money to purchase food, and the taxes paid by the nobles in the east and west this year are less than one-tenth - humph, even though they advertise how much they love this country, they actually haven't even paid enough money."
As Gasson stated, he took a sip of the fine wine and began to think over the events of this most difficult period for the Roman Empire.
There is no doubt that the arrival of the Ishgard caravan was a shot in the arm for the Roman Empire.
Drake Harbor has already ordered a large amount of food from Isgard. The next time they come, they will bring the "high-quality grain for brewing" needed by the Roman Empire to help the Roman Empire survive this difficult drought.
However, it is impossible to distribute high-quality food directly to refugees. Gassen plans to mix sawdust, some expired food that has been ground into powder, and some soil.
If this is done, a portion of high-quality food can satisfy the appetites of more than a dozen people. More importantly, only by doing this can the noble officials responsible for distributing food give up the idea of greedily taking the relief food.
Because birds of a feather flock together, Gassen knew the nature of the nobles. The nobles had a lot of food reserves at home and didn't care about stinking food, but the disaster victims would stuff the stinking food directly into their mouths - so in order to prevent the food from being embezzled, it was necessary to make it "stinky" artificially.
Garson felt that countless wisdom was rising in his mind. He thought he was much smarter than his brother who only knew how to fight wars and play politics. He couldn't help but feel in a good mood and drank a few more glasses of wine.
Then he remembered something...
"How is my niece now?"
"It's still as quiet as ever. The former president of the court was also very quiet."
"Very smart. Then, six months later, when the drought is over, we need to find her a husband so that she can pass on her noble bloodline... We need to prepare potions that are conducive to pregnancy in advance. After all, one offspring is not enough. The more offspring the better, and it would be best if they were all female."
"Are you hoping to... form a marriage alliance?"
"Yes. The sea nation of Alesse, which previously purchased some lathes and steam rifles from us, seems to want to form a royal marriage with us... But it won't work if it's just my niece. Now the Roman Empire needs a target."
Arese is an island country on the other side of the sea that has contact with the Roman Empire through its port.
Not long ago, they spent a large amount of money to buy the weapons of the steam rifle team left by the Regent, and also did not forget to buy the lathes and other items that could not be handled in the dismantled steam factory.
Thanks to them, the Roman Empire has the money to hold on until now and has the money to buy food from Isgard at this time.
But that was a long time ago - now the money is almost gone, and it is indeed necessary to trade with the Alesse again.
But marriage... The throne still needs the little queen to sit on it, and she still needs to be a target. So Gassen will not consider marrying the little queen off for the time being.
But on the other hand, it is okay to let others marry into your wife's family.
Anyway, what Gassen needed was the blood of the little queen. He could give birth to as many children as he could, even if he died in his thirties or forties. She had already fulfilled her responsibility as a puppet and passed on the royal bloodline.
In order to get more money, we must wait until the drought in the Roman Empire ends before inviting people from other countries to come... And the price of the potion must also be calculated, and there are other things...
Prince Gasson was planning something thoughtfully.
On the other side, inside the palace, this is the only bedroom where the little queen and the former president of the court can move freely after the court session.
The former court president carefully wiped the sweat off the little queen's face with a cold towel and sighed:
"Ah... Another tough day. A bunch of idiots can't see that it's all Gasson's doing, and you've become the target of public criticism again..."
The little queen didn't say anything, just shook her head.
"It's fine if you don't care. It's getting harder and harder for us to survive in the palace now... Gasen just needs you to sit in this position. I understand why His Majesty would be so hostile when he sits in this position... Alas."
After wiping the sweat off the little queen's face, the former court president took off her heavy first formal suit and changed her into lighter clothes.
Although they had almost no contact with other people in the palace and the space they could move freely was very limited, at least as Gasson still needed the little queen, their lives were not too forced.
When they have nothing to do, they can walk around the courtyard. If they move around the courtyard, the former court president can secretly contact outsiders by serving the little queen.
…
She actually doesn't trust outsiders.
But it was an elf with long ears.
Although it is unclear how the elves sneaked into the palace, the former court chief still hopes that the elves can bring them some hope.
Thinking of this, she looked up at the clock on the wall - it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon. The elf's spies would wait for them in the courtyard for an hour, and they could go there slowly...
"Your Majesty? Come on. Let's go out for a walk, get some fresh air, and do a little show."
The little queen nodded, and with the support of the former president of the court, she slowly walked towards the courtyard with her frail body.
She looked at the palace where she lived, and there was no longer any attachment or love in her eyes. What was left was hatred. Hatred for the palace, hatred for the throne... and hatred for this country.
Just as she was walking to the sightseeing corridor, the little queen stopped and looked at the top of the wizard tower behind the palace. She pulled the dress of the former president of the court.
The judge followed her gaze and sneered at the open window of the room at the top of the tower:
"It seems that the witch of the night is entertaining guests... The bat that likes darkness will never open the window during the day. Humph, don't pay attention to her. Our Majesty has already abandoned that bitch.
It was never the Roman Empire that exiled him, but he completely gave up on the country in disappointment... But he will not give up on you, so please rest assured, okay? He will rescue you, I promise. "
The president of the court knelt tenderly before the little queen and gently stroked her cheek, making the little queen feel as if she saw her biological mother, her own mother, and warmth and hope rose in her heart.
And inside the Mage Tower.
After the Night Witch Priscilla finished her previous work of suppressing the mob, she had to welcome guests in her own magic tower without even drinking two glasses of water.
She did not pay attention to the politics of the court, but she knew that those who came to find her seemed to be the nobles from the silver mining areas in the east and the nobles from the large ranches in the west.
Both of them were earls, and they came to her to discuss something.
"Please close the windows and cast magic so that no one else will know what happened here." The Silver Mine Earl whispered, "We also made an extremely difficult ideological struggle before deciding to come to you... After all, we thought that the current Roman Empire still had a chance."
"What are you talking about?"
Priscilla blinked, then waved her hand to close the window in the distance, then she released magic to create a hooded space in the hall at the top of the tower.
All words in the hood space will not be transmitted to the outside. This is the magic commonly used by magicians, specially used for secret communication, and it is used in many occasions, from the upper court to the lower brothel, but it has never been used in the magician tower.
After all, the wizard's tower is a magician's dream fortress, home, and laboratory.
This place is absolutely safe for magicians. Even in an absolutely safe place, they need to keep their words secret... This is so strange.
But out of respect for the Earl's feelings, she still endured it.
And that was after Priscilla released the magic.
The earl of the Western Ranch took a deep breath and said solemnly: "We have had enough! Under the guidance of the current queen, the Roman Empire will sink deeper and deeper until it is completely destroyed!
What we need is not the Roman royal family, let alone the head of the diocese! We want to welcome back the true emperor of the Roman Empire.
Lady Witch... We know that you once had contact with His Majesty the Regent, but failed in the end because you could not reach an agreement.
This time, we hope you can stand on our side... We are willing to let the Regent rule this empire forever, and we hope he can come back..."
Priscilla looked blankly at the lips of the two earls in front of him moving up and down.
Do they really know what they are talking about
…
On the other side, on the coast outside the Roman Empire.
The Black Dragonia of Ishgard is being healed with the help of the elven wizard.
Black dragons are a rare species that are naturally resistant to magic and divine power. All magic cannot have much effect on them.
The lethal fireballs released by the wizard would at most singe the eyebrows of a black dragon, but if they were used on a human, they could blow a well-equipped knight into pieces.
Similarly, the healing magic cast by ordinary human wizards can instantly heal wounds on humans, but when used on a black dragon, it can only make the dragon's cut nails grow back.
Black dragons are such a race. They are not threatened by magic, and it is difficult for them to obtain the blessings of magic.
But when the Black Dragon was seriously injured and there were still weapons on her body, and when her wounds could not be healed physically, she could only hope that there would be a powerful enough spellcaster to come and cast the best healing magic for her multiple times to prolong her life.
After all, even if it can only regenerate nails, when the number of times accumulates to a certain value, it can naturally repair ordinary injuries.
Elven magicians are the best spellcasters in the world - at least when it comes to healing magic.
Dozens of spells were cast, almost exhausting all the magic power in the entire area.
The elven wizard looked breathlessly at the black dragon in front of him, which had barely stopped bleeding after pulling out the javelin.
Under extreme exhaustion, even the oldest elves could not maintain their elegance, and could only sigh hoarsely like a prostitute who was betrayed by his friend:
"If I use these magics on humans, I am confident that I can restore four thousand people to their healthiest state. Even if they all lose their limbs, I can make them grow new ones. But when I use them on you, I can only barely stop the bleeding?!"
"Thank you for your help. After all, I am a black dragon. My clan is born this way..."
"So you dragons are very difficult to deal with. Hiss... Then I'll leave first. From now on, you will have to take care of your body by yourself. Keep enough nutrition, and your body will be healed within ten days. Please prepare the agreed materials now, we have to take them back immediately."
The great elf wizard, who was over a thousand years old but still as handsome as a middle-aged man, left.
Ishugard's Black Dragonia looked down at the wound on her stomach that had not yet fully healed, and then said to the men around her with emotion:
"It's really worthy of being the magically rich Elucia continent... If these elf wizards are allowed to release healing magic in our country at will, let alone dozens of times, the first few times alone can drain the magic power of an entire region...
This is simply a mage's paradise! But then again, although I feel that under such abundant magic conditions, I can spurt out stronger dragon breath...but the magic elements here seem to be different from those in our place?"
"Compared to these scientific matters, Ms. Nia, please take a good rest." The adjutant smiled bitterly, "Even a black dragon would need more than ten days of rest to recover from such an injury. And we have to ensure your nutrition, but..."
He paused for a moment, weighed his words, and then gave an objective assessment:
"As a dragon, especially a black dragon with the strongest stamina, you... eat a little too much."
Black dragons are the most physically powerful of all dragons.
As the price of the strongest physical fitness.
They eat a bit more.
This made Nia very embarrassed. After all, the three merchant ships they brought were almost all filled with building materials for the docks...
Normally, if she could fly, she could solve the food problem by herself. But if she had to rest, the soldiers would not be able to ensure sufficient food during this period...
We still have to make a deal with the elves - Nia waved her hand to signal the adjutant to handle the transaction first. Then, when she was the only one left in the room, she took out an important communicator from the safe box in the drawer.
A magic mirror...
In Ishgard, this mirror-like communicator is called a "magic mirror". After a very long period of self-charging, it can be used for real-time communication over extremely long distances for no more than an hour.
In the Elucia continent where jasmine is plentiful, the charging time of the magic mirror should be greatly reduced... So Nia plans to use it now to inform her friends of an important news.
An important piece of good news is that the Regent of the Roman Empire has fled to the Elf Kingdom, and the other party may be willing to trade the core technology of the "Steam Factory".
And she needs a permit.
Is it possible to directly invite people aboard respectfully, drug them, and then immediately allow them to sail back home when you have an absolute advantage
However, in this case, she would definitely need a war fleet to escort her. After all, this was the regent that the entire Isgard had been dreaming of...
Nia recalled the day when she first met and talked with Yang Hao. He was a good man, but it was a pity that she was on official business at the time, otherwise she might have stayed in Drake Harbor on impulse.
After all, he is really capable... Although at that time he may have thought that when he "asked casually", we didn't notice anything...
But in the end, I still noticed the seriousness in his eyes on his joking face when he mentioned "that thing".
If the little joke that day had not been taken seriously, Ishgard would not have been able to establish an air mobile brigade by now, let alone establish the "Eagle Mother" with griffins as the core, abandoning naval guns and most armor belts just to accommodate more griffin knights, and abandoning small-caliber artillery on metal warships and pursuing large-caliber naval guns.
This man is a treasure. If Hei Longnia were to take care of him personally, she would have to eat him up to feel completely at ease.