My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 532 - 183. Yes! Marshal! _3

Chapter 532: 183. Yes! Marshal! _3

After all, what was being discussed was a confirmed catastrophe and several irresponsibly conjectured speculations that lacked solid proof.

Yet, the king took it very seriously.

After several minutes, he closed the report, rubbed his brow, and spoke:

"The report from Cape has no evidence, but my intuition tells me it is true. I trust my reasoning, but I still need to ask the opinion of my most trusted general."

King Louis opened his eyes.

In the depths of his tender, deep blue eyes sparkled a hint of icy decisiveness.

He turned his gaze towards General Loren. Under this lion-like gaze, the half-dwarf general immediately straightened his body, waiting for the command.

The king started to speak.

But he didn’t ask General Loren’s opinion on these matters. Instead, he asked directly:

"If a conflict arises, how many forces would you need to uproot the Circle Tower entirely? I don’t want the worst outcome of this situation to affect the imminent national reform."

"That depends on how soon you want this discord to be resolved."

The general elaborated his carefully prepared plans. He reported methodically:

"If you need swift action, I can immediately return to Silver Fort and contact my kin. With the help of the Silver Dwarf Earth Priest and the Gaia Guard, along with the full mobilization of the Old Imperial Guard, I can have White Cliff burned to the ground in half a month!

But, you should prepare for more than half of the Old Imperial Guard to be wounded, even possibly disbanded.

If you can tolerate the war ending in six months, then I will assemble the Grinni corps and Exploration Corps, together with the newly surrendered Wolf Poison Clan. This tripartite attack can erase the Circle Tower from the kingdom, without hindering your reform, also conveniently weakening the Wolf Poison Clan and completing the final military reform of the Exploration Corps."

"What if I want it to be faster?"

The king stroked his beard, saying in a cold voice under the sunlight:

"What if I want the fight to end within three days after my admonishment reaches White Cliff? You know, Frederick my lord, the thing I cannot tolerate most is betrayal. It feels like a fire burning in my heart and a cup of acid corroding my stomach, making me lose sleep.

I want to see traitors suffer, just as they have burdened me."

"Three days..."

After careful consideration, General Loren finally gave his proposal:

"Then, while contacting Silver Fort and mobilizing the Wolf Poison Clan, you might need to invite the Winter Wolves Religion from the Nordtoff Kingdom, using your king’s honour. After all, only another group of psychics can swiftly crush a group of psychics. Since the collapse of the Avalon Church, we lack psychic power in the kingdom."

"But this also means that you need to open up the faith of the Golden Flower Kingdom to those northern people, letting their North Wind Wolves roam freely on our land.

You also know, after the collapse of the Avalon Church, the citizens’ mental stage is like a wasteland. Their impoverished minds crave nourishment. However, we cannot let this pass!

Once the Winter Wolves Religion enters the kingdom, Nordoff will have leverage over us. After all, conflict with them is inevitable in the future. And as for that Lupa... forgive my straightforwardness, your majesty, but to hope that the queen, who inherited the blood and ambition of the Hero King Boris, would surrender on the battlefield is more far-fetched than hoping you could conquer that 25-year-old young lass with your manly charms.

This would be more beneficial for you than a war."

"I am flattered by your compliment about my charisma, but to take a 25-year-old girl as a target... it seems you are mocking me as an old lecher."

"Let’s prepare according to the first plan."

King Louis threw the file on the table, closed his eyes, and spoke softly:

"I am handing over the command of the Old Imperial Guard to you. If the Circle Tower cannot give me a satisfactory explanation, then command the attack on White Cliff! I fully understand their importance to the kingdom.

But if those psychics think that they can act recklessly because of their importance, then such a foolish force has no reason to exist.

A dog that can’t differentiate who its master is, should be killed the sooner the better. Ah, such a distasteful matter!

I was hoping to spend the afternoon in a good mood, listening to the noble members of the council quarrelling over trivial benefits, it would be so interesting, but now forget it."

The king stood up. A palace maid immediately brought over items that were already prepared.

A command sword with luxurious decorations but very practical, a medal of National Hero bearing the emblem of the Golden Flower Kingdom, and a set of marshal’s uniform adorned with a blue badge.

"I had originally planned on announcing this good news to you in high spirits, Lord Frederick, but now I must send you into another dangerous battlefield as I grant you this highest honor as a soldier.

I hope you do not resent me for this."

King Louis handed over the command sword to his most trusted general before him and in a deep tone said:

"Please continue to fulfill your duty as the king’s Sword of Punishment, my Marshal Loren."

"Your Majesty, I am deeply honored! Of course, if this was a marshal’s battle-axe in the dwarf’s style, it would have been even more perfect."

General Loren... no, Marshal Loren, accepted the command sword and subtly commented. However, he then saw two royal maids straining to bring in a golden dwarf-style Lord’s Battle-Axe adorned with a blue ribbon. He realized that his king had everything arranged, and he gave a smile but then said with gravitas:

"Your Majesty, I do not fear a war with the psychics. However, with the impending Black Disaster, perhaps..."

"Now, more than ever, with a significant enemy at our front door, we should eliminate internal threats. I need to teach these psychics a lesson they will never forget, akin to breaking a bone."

King Louis dismissively waved his hand and said decisively:

"Moreover, can’t we fight without the psychics? The Pseudo-body Man of Xialdu has no well-established psychics, but that does not stop those non-believers from being one of the most powerful beings on the continent. Their steam technology has become a force on par with psychic power, and that power is slowly but surely being grasped by us.

The Circle Tower must realize this fact!

It is they who need the kingdom!

Not the kingdom that needs them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Seeing that King Louis had made up his mind, Marshal Loren promptly saluted and watched his king depart from the garden.

He caressed the hilt of his marshal’s sword, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Ha, psychics...

Daring to exploit the dwarfs, now you are really going to pay the price.