. Will fix it later. I was too tired today and took a short nap after getting home. I didn't wake up until 11:30. Just refresh it then.
In the sacred year 347 of Prague, the name Taylor rose suddenly like a brilliant new star.
At that time, Soren ascended the throne, and less than two years into his reign, he resolutely embarked on the path of weakening the feudal lords.
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Intending to consolidate imperial power, he did not expect that this action would be like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of waves and causing unrest everywhere.
Soren's ascension to the throne was originally a gorgeous handover of power, but it was also the beginning of the challenges and tests he faced.
He was determined to break the old shackles and reshape the empire's glory, but this gale of change also stirred the sensitive nerves of those who had long been accustomed to the old order.
At this turning point in history, Taylor wrote a legend with his own strength.
With just three arrows, he accurately and unerringly took the lives of the three chief and deputy commanders of the fortress. This scene not only shocked the battlefield but also made the entire continent tremble.
Taylor's name spread throughout the world overnight, becoming synonymous with bravery and wisdom. His arrows seemed to cut through the haze of the times, foreshadowing the advent of a new era of heroes.
The Arrow Brave, one of the Seven Heroes.
Soren, with a face full of enthusiastic smiles, sent Taylor, Mister, and the others out the door.
Watching their backs, Soren sighed inwardly. No wonder Taylor was able to sit firmly in the position of commander of the Northwest Allied Forces in the game. Just from the composure and decisiveness he showed at this age, he was indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.
When Mister, Taylor, and his party walked out of the Crown Prince's office, their faces were as gloomy as dark clouds, even more so than if their close relatives had died.
Viscount West, who had originally planned to watch a good show, didn't even have time to show a gloating smile before Jennifer, who followed, called out his name.
The faces of those who were named became unsightly at the same time, but they could only helplessly follow Jennifer to her office.
Viscount West became vigilant. He quickly glanced at the gathered crowd and immediately understood their common identity.
Like himself, they were all meritorious nobles and small nobles from commoner backgrounds.
Could it be that they, like himself, were lords who had been forced to exchange their fiefs?
At this moment, his heart was full of confusion and茫然, wondering what would happen next.
The matter of the fiefdom was a foregone conclusion, and the roster had already been finalized, making it impossible to change.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince naturally understood this, so what method did he intend to use to appease them?
Viscount West smelled an unusual aura. If the Crown Prince really took action, then it seemed he didn't have to worry too much about Mister's revenge.
After all, now they had the advantage of numbers and the protection of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so even if Mister was furious, it would be difficult for him to use any means.
With various feelings, the crowd stepped into the solemn office.
Crown Prince Soren greeted them with a smile on his face.
“I have long heard about everyone's situation.” Soren spoke slowly, each word seemingly carrying a weight of a thousand pounds. “The matter of the fiefdom is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed. But how could this Crown Prince sit idly by? I have already ordered people to fight for the compensation you deserve.”
Before he could finish speaking, Jennifer gracefully walked over, holding delicate documents in her hands. “This is the compensation plan prepared for everyone.” She spoke softly and gently, handing the compensation lists to each person one by one.
The crowd took the compensation lists, their eyes flashing with complex emotions.
This “gift” from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not only a consolation for their forced exchange of fiefdoms but also a guarantee for their future fate.
Viscount Fonster's forehead twitched slightly.
The most urgent need for the development of the new territory was not money but labor that could cultivate the land and build homes.
The northwestern provinces were vast but sparsely populated, and this vast land was in urgent need of population to nourish it.
At this time, the compensation plan proposed by Mister arrived like a timely rain—one thousand serfs and one hundred thousand gold coins. This was not only compensation for their losses but also an injection of continuous vitality into the new territory.
Viscount West's lips curled into a meaningful smile. This undoubtedly greatly alleviated his early predicament of a lack of population.
“Thank you, Your Highness!”
The surrounding lords knelt down and saluted, their voices full of gratitude and respect.
Soren waved his hand indifferently, his voice firm and powerful: “You don't need to be so polite. The empire will never fail any meritorious minister. This is our promise. If such an event happens again, be sure to inform this Crown Prince at the first time, do you understand?”
“Understood!” The lords responded in unison, their eyes flashing with confidence and expectation for the future of the empire.
“The first batch of purple gourds will be delivered tomorrow. It will become the main source of food in the Northwest in the future. You must cultivate it carefully and do not let my expectations be disappointed.” Soren's words revealed majesty and expectation, and then he waved his arm lightly, “Retreat!”
“Yes, Your Highness!” The crowd responded in unison and respectfully retreated.
The news quickly spread in Fulga City, and the matter of Mister forcing the exchange of territories caused no small sensation among the nobles.
When the lords from noble families first heard about this, most of them dismissed it, after all, changing fiefdoms was a recognized unspoken rule in the imperial capital's noble circle.
However, when they learned that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had intervened, their attitude immediately underwent a subtle change.
Many lords secretly paid attention and hurriedly sent this important information back to the imperial capital.
As for Karim, the former “chicken,” no one cared about him anymore and he was forgotten in the corner.
Everyone clearly realized that in this land of the Northwest, the authority of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was deeply rooted and no one could shake it.
Some interested people noticed that the Crown Prince's power in the Northwest was growing day by day, even tending to become the "King of the Northwest," so they reported this situation to the imperial capital.
The memorial fell into the hands of Emperor Gustav, who angrily threw the memorial on the ground, his anger difficult to calm.
Recently, the situation in the imperial capital has become increasingly tricky.
After Baffi was arrested, the officers around the imperial capital quickly elected a new military representative to negotiate with Breyer.
Their demands were simple and direct: they hoped that the military could gloss over the corruption and let everything return to normal, as if nothing had happened.
