Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 184 Royal Capital

October, the capital of Kashivia, Brunsell Administrative Palace

Located in front of the main hall of the Administrative Palace, the solemn and majestic semicircular dome door slowly closed, separating the nobles from the outside.

King Fulante, his face as gloomy as the leaden clouds before a storm, sat majestically on the throne and disappeared behind the door with the Duke of Carea and the administrators.

Of course, compared to the king who sits on the throne and holds the supreme power in the kingdom.

The expressions of these nobles were obviously uglier. After all, they were not the royal family who only needed to listen to reports and issue orders in the royal capital.

They need to face the problem - they need to solve the problem, they need to take all responsibility for the situation in their territory, and even pay the corresponding price for any behavior that harms the national interest.

And now, the news that they were most reluctant to deal with finally reached the ears of King Heg Fullant.

No, the king might have heard of it as well.

However, it only requires a formal occasion like the Kingdom's Executive Council to put pressure on the nobles.

——And take this opportunity to make justifiable criticisms and announce the recovery of governance rights over some of their territories.

"Ten years, a full ten years! Blackstone Fortress has been occupied for a full ten years!"

"I never criticized you for your mistakes. I even dispatched the kingdom's army to help you settle the incident. I thought you would gather your strength and take back the kingdom's territory in the future."

"And now!?"

"My dear Noel died in Perth, Cyril Province! He died on the way to the memorial service!"

"The damn orcs are wreaking havoc on the kingdom's territory again. A small city and a medium-sized city have fallen, tens of thousands of citizens have died, and many more are missing. All this is because of my trust in you, but for your own benefit, you have turned the Cyrilor Province into a barren land with no governance at all!"

These were the king’s exact words, the roar of a grief-stricken father.

Facing the King's accusations.

Although it contained excessive accusations and unreasonable demands, no noble dared to respond, and no one dared to defend himself.

The king was not being unreasonable - they were indeed using Cyril as a battlefield for factional fights.

But they never really considered how to gather strength to retake the Blackrock Fortress occupied by the orcs.

At least not until the dust settles on the factional fighting.

The funds allocated to build garrison troops in border cities are even more useless, more decorative than practical.

Everyone knows that the orc army that once broke through the Blackrock Fortress guarded by 40,000 elite kingdom troops could not be resisted by a few hundred or a few thousand local conscripted troops.

The king had always turned a blind eye to the secret fighting among the aristocratic factions in the province of Cyrilor and the expansion of their private armies, and had never intervened.

Even though the financial allocation was very small, the kingdom still gave the provinces huge tax breaks every year called "development taxes."

How much of it was actually invested in military construction, how much was used to subsidize the kingdom's citizens, and how much was used to prepare for the recapture of Blackstone Fortress?

——How many of them have entered the private chambers of commerce in the underground cities of local nobles... They know it very well.

Princess Mera was assassinated and Princess Lor died in Perth.

The conspiracy behind this was not someone else's, but the result of various factions of the nobles fighting for their own interests and infighting with each other - and the purpose was, as their king said, to bite off a piece of meat from their opponents.

For your own benefit.

Except for a few viscounts, the nobles naturally divided into three vague groups.

The dukes were each located at the most prominent front of the two factions.

Duke Eric, who wore a blue ruffled scarf at his collar, a double-breasted black coat with exquisite craftsmanship and intricate embroidery, and a beard around his mouth, looked around at the several earls accompanying him and sighed:

"Let's go to the meeting room and talk."

After saying this, he didn't even bother to greet the other three dukes. Without hesitation, he turned and walked towards a corridor paved with red carpet on the side.

He believed that the other party meant the same thing.

The Executive Palace is huge and solemn. Even though the royal family does not live in it, even large dinners and dances will not be held here.

The palace still had independent offices for all administrative officials, hundreds of vacant meeting rooms, and an extremely spacious main hall, a super building that covered an area that was no less than any luxurious opera house in the kingdom.

Duke Eric, accompanied by Feshon and five counts, moved into one of the spacious reception rooms.

Afterwards, a dozen or so viscounts and their followers walked in tacitly and occupied several rooms on both sides.

Entering the room and walking at the end, the wizard of the Eric family, holding a staff and wearing a precious wizard robe, immediately deployed a sound-blocking barrier.

It occupied most of the hall, including the Duke and his seven companions.

He did not step into the barrier, but chose to sit on the sofa at the door and wait for the meeting to end.

Eric Duke takes the freestanding armchair in the middle without controversy.

The tea table for entertaining guests was very large, almost as large as a long table for formal meetings. This position allowed the Duke to clearly observe everyone's expressions and gazes.

Feisong, five counts took their seats one after another.

"What do you think about this?"

The Duke glanced at the crowd and suddenly spoke, asking a very abrupt question.

But the person sitting in the seat was the third in line to the throne of Eric's family, the five earls of the new faction, and in a sense, all the members of the core council of the new faction.

They had more or less anticipated the current situation.

The only difference is how bad the result is in their minds.