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Chapter 741 - 741 32 National Mourning_2

741: Chapter 32, National Mourning_2 741: Chapter 32, National Mourning_2 In reality, Sub-dragon beasts that live in the wild indeed have individuals who break through the race’s innate limitations.

However, it would already be decent if the domestically bred Sub-dragon beasts do not lower their own rank.

Perhaps the situation could be changed once the potion for purifying bloodlines has been successfully developed.

But all these are things of the future, and Hudson hasn’t heard of anyone who has managed to develop such a potion yet.

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In the capital, Crown Prince Caesar, after a period of adjustment, had gradually become familiar with the political affairs in the court and had finally developed a few characteristics of a monarch.

However, accompanied by the King’s long absence, undercurrents also swept in.

Not only were the domestic nobles restless, but even the foreign powers were also poised to make a move.

In a short period of time, due to the Magical Beast Beast Legion plan, all the major forces of the Northern Continent temporarily united, so they were not afraid of some external turbulence.

But such an alliance was bound to be temporary.

The mating season of the Giant Dragons couldn’t last forever.

Once the breeding work is completed, the common interest will no longer exist.

What was originally agreed upon, that everyone would jointly research and develop a potion to promote growth, had now become a joke.

Under the influence of personal interests, the major forces participating in the research were all playing their own small games, with even the daily exchanges of results greatly reserved.

As a result, the progress of joint research was comparable to a snail, while everyone’s individual research work was proceeding quite well.

There were improvements over the original formula, and they would only know how effective they were after using them.

“They’re all bastards!”

Crown Prince Caesar cursed angrily.

International disputes were one thing; they were still in the probing stage, and the turbulence wouldn’t affect the Alpha Kingdom for a while.

But it was different domestically.

The news coming from all over the kingdom indicated unrest among the nobles.

Since the “repayment tax” was established, the burden on minor nobles had been increasing constantly.

The increasing burden trickled down from layer to layer, and many minor nobles, who were already in difficult situations, were barely making ends meet.

This was just the first year, and the established repayment tax amount was not large, at most it could be considered a teaser.

By next year, when the number further expanded, the real crisis would begin.

Although it seemed like the tax was inflated all the way, in reality, it was a means for the major nobles to constantly probe the bottom line of the minor nobles, wanting to play the boiling frog game.

Though they knew this, the Kingdom could not stop it.

If they called off the repayment tax, the kingdom’s finances simply couldn’t afford to repay the enormous debt.

The current plan of reducing a part of the principal debt every year and continuously lowering interest expenditure was the real solution to the problem.

The only problem was that this process was too painful.

During the debt repayment period, none of the minor nobles in the kingdom would have a good time.

“A tax crisis erupted in the Southeastern Province, and minor nobles on the verge of bankruptcy surrounded the Governor’s mansion, demanding the Kingdom to reduce taxes.

What do you all think?”

Crown Prince Caesar asked with suppressed anger.

It was clearly a move against the Dalton Family.

But here, it turned into the collective tax resistance of minor nobles.

There must be an issue behind the scenes.

“Your Highness, the kingdom should not intervene directly in this matter.

Send a direct letter to Governor Piers and let him figure out a solution.

As long as we don’t take a stance, no matter what happens next, we can stay out of it and finally appear as an arbitrator.

If we get involved, it will be complicated.

Although the Southeastern Province is making a lot of noise now, the kingdom’s crisis has never been in the Southeastern Province.

No matter how much the Dalton Clan makes a fuss, it falls onto Earl Hudson to worry about.

Until the two strong sides have fought and a victor has emerged, the threat to us is minimal.

Perhaps the current chaos may be Earl Hudson’s counterattack.

A bunch of minor nobles rushing to the Governor’s mansion crying poverty is not going to be easy to resolve.

Possibly, this time Governor Piers might have to bleed heavily.”

Prime Minister Duke Newfoundland analyzed calmly.

Regardless of whether the minor nobles are resisting tax or protesting, the hot potato is in Dalton Family’s hands.

If the problem is not handled well, it shows that Governor Piers is incompetent.

In the past, it wouldn’t matter, it only required making an example of one, and at worst, get scolded a few times.

But the current situation is different, the competitors are watching on the side, these desperate measures simply cannot be used.

If a few nobles died at this moment, there might be a danger of Earl Piers being impeached and removed from office.

Once the key position is lost, in the coming competition, the Dalton Family’s political advantage will not be so obvious.

“Chancellor, if we stand by and do nothing, won’t we be encouraging…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the bells of the royal palace rang out.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Crown Prince Caesar’s heart.

“Your Highness, something terrible has happened, His Majesty…

His Majesty…”

From the sobs of the messenger, everyone could guess the outcome – Caesar III was dying, or perhaps he was already dead.

When they calculated the days, although it was a few days earlier than Archbishop Tyron’s estimate, things between life and death were always beyond control.

Without bidding everyone farewell, Crown Prince Caesar ran out of the main hall straight to the inner residence, presuming to make his father’s last journey.

The ministers followed closely behind.

The current troubles were merely the prelude to the storm, Caesar III’s death would signify the true arrival of the storm.

As they rushed to the King’s residence, listening to the crying of the palace maids, the tears of the attendees also began to flow incessantly.

Without any doubt, Caesar III must have passed away.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such a large scale of mourning.

Crown Prince Caesar, who was leading the group, opened the door to see the body on the sickbed and burst out sobbing uncontrollably.

Nobody could console him.

This time, he was truly heartbroken.

His closest person had just left him, and from then on, no one would shelter him from wind and rain.

When he recalled the happy times in his childhood with his father, Crown Prince Caesar’s crying became even more heart-wrenching.

“Alright, Little Caesar.

Now is not the time to be sad.

Since His Majesty has passed away, you need to take on his responsibilities and fulfill the mission of the Royal Family!”

Archbishop Tyron said with a face full of grief.

The most outstanding monarch of the Alpha Kingdom has left in this way, and he did not even have a chance to leave a will before his death, leaving the world in a coma.

“Your Highness, prepare for the funeral!

Since His Majesty is gone, we should let him go with honor.”

As he spoke, the tears in the eyes of Duke Newfoundland fell like rain, showing none of his usual composure.

The officials behind him also started to speak in pairs, continuously advising Crown Prince Caesar who was crying uncontrollably.

Maybe he had cried enough, or maybe the advice of everyone had worked, Crown Prince Caesar, who was drenched in tears, slowly nodded.

But the words he wanted to say just wouldn’t come out.