Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 428 - 428 201 Heaven and Earth Overturned_3

428: Chapter 201: Heaven and Earth Overturned_3 428: Chapter 201: Heaven and Earth Overturned_3 But Count Felcon also welcomes Your Highness to seek refuge in ‘Western Port’ away from disaster.

Once the situation stabilizes and the west frees up their hands, the nobles are willing to follow you to take up arms against the traitorous Duke Ablo.”

“Haha, what a way to ‘seek justice’…”

Overwhelmed with rage, Caso laughed bitterly, raising his hand to cover his forehead to stop the uncontrollable sneer: “If I lose the Capital region, would that old sneaky Felcon help me regain my position?

He’s probably waiting for Ablo to firmly sit in the Royal City to trade my head for a good price with ‘Lord Ablo’.”

The aged Palace Minister tugged at his beard, silently agreeing in his heart.

The situation was as cruel as the Crown Prince had surmised.

The King and the originally commanding Commander of the forces are missing, and Duke Ablo has rallied the East Expedition Army, which Kantadar gathered almost the entire country’s strength to assemble.

This vast army, composed of Kantadar’s main forces and mercenary tribes from Urian, boasts over a hundred thousand troops.

Even if the Orland Kingdom stops its military operations now, the western nobles led by the Felcon Family, facing the terrifying military power now controlled by Ablo, have no chance of seeking justice for the suddenly powerless Prince Caso.

Despite this, the old Palace Minister still felt compelled to advise: “Your Highness, there are only less than two thousand palace guards in the Capital that can fight.

In such a short time, the several thousand hastily conscripted troops I’ve gathered for you would probably disintegrate at the first clash with Lord Ablo’s fierce armies.”

The Capital is perilous, but with the Scorpion-tailed Lions, Barbarian Giants, and even those siege engines from the distant Empire, all are with the Expedition Army…

Even Rolannar’s high walls can’t hold them back, relying on the city’s civilians and guards, we stand no chance….”

As he spoke, a few degrees of melancholy seeped into the stern heart of the aging Palace Minister, accustomed as he was to turmoil, he never anticipated that the Royal Family he served would undergo such a sudden catastrophe, and even if he wished to support the heavens that were falling, he was helpless to turn the tide.

“Moreover, even if Your Highness is protected by the gods and miraculously holds off Lord Ablo’s siege, the Royal City still does not have reinforcements to hope for.

Duke Ablo does not need to attack; he merely needs to lock us within the walls, pressuring all territories with his armies and calmly wait for the city to become a graveyard.”

He continued to persuade: “Why not seize the moment before we are trapped to death in the Royal City, take the Royal Family and flee south, preserve your life to plan a resurgence….”

Listening to the loyal Palace Minister’s heartfelt advice, Caso closed his eyes, plunging into despair.

To the south, at most escape to Urian, but those money-minded nomads would surely delight in offering him to Ablo for a reward.

To the west, it would be the same; a powerless him in their hands is just a bargaining chip to be slaughtered.

To the east almost completely fell under Ablo’s control.

Now apart from the mid-provinces surrounding the Capital, where else could he flee?

What point is there in surviving this way?

Could he possibly head north?

To the northeast, Count Mamor has long been out of contact, and the northern lands are now filled with Orland people’s armies…..

A sudden revelation struck Caso like thunder.

“The Orland people…

Yes, the Orland people!

Haha, yes, them!

Hahahahaha…”

Like clutching at a lifeline, Caso suddenly burst into an exaggerated sinister laugh, bending forward and back in hysteria.

The deranged laughter, frightful enough to make the old Palace Minister’s spine chill.

Caso suddenly stopped laughing, his icy gaze fixed on the Palace Minister: “Zoltan, I will spare no effort to preserve my father’s crown, are you willing to help?”

“This old life of mine has naturally been long devoted to His Majesty, now I only await Your Highness’s command.” The Palace Minister, suppressing his confusion, bowed his head to show his loyalty.

Caso nodded, immediately commanding: “Good, starting from today I shall be crowned King in the Royal Palace, also…

summon the Death Soldier immediately, I have a personal sealed letter to be sent to the North straightaway.”

“…The North?”

“Yes, the North, I want to ask that Old Dragon of Orland if he can bear the allegiance of a King.” Caso coldly looked towards the hall’s dome depicting the history of the Kingdom.”

…Since you all are so disloyal and unrighteous.

Then don’t blame me for personally smashing this dinner table, and leaving not a penny for you traitors.