Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 359 On the Eve of War
Prince Sutton has his own plans. As the crown prince for nearly twenty years, he naturally has his own forces, as well as many nobles who have not made clear their stance but are in favor of him.

Of course, these people did not choose him because of how outstanding he was, but because his ideas were more in line with the interests of the majority of nobles.

Thanks to the diversity and convenience of current information dissemination channels, even without specifically deploying spies, it is easy to obtain a lot of news about the North and Waterdeep.

They also advertise themselves, so it's hard not to see it.

And the propaganda in these two places shows their attitude towards traditional aristocracy.

Both Drogo and Figithin nominally acknowledged their noble status, but in reality they did not take it seriously.

That is to say, the nobility is recognized in legal terms, but most of the rights that should belong to the nobility are abolished.

It's crazy.

The prince scoffed at this.

The reason why the nobles are nobles is because their bloodline is naturally noble and superior to those incompetent untouchables, so they deserve privileges.

If Drogo, the dragon, has a different brain from humans, it is understandable that he would have such thoughts.

Then what reason did his foolish sister, Figgin Sutton, have to betray the aristocracy to which she rightly belonged?

But now, his confused old father, for some reason, began to think about Figxin's ideas.

absurd.

The king wanted to weaken the privileges of the nobility, but that was simply not possible.

The king is the greatest nobleman.

Didn't Figesin want the king anymore?
What a joke! There is no country without a king.

Therefore, in the prince's view, the whole situation is now in his favor, thanks to Figesin's "stupidity" and "short-sightedness".

The great nobles of Sutton all expressed their support for him, either directly or indirectly.

Can the North, plus a city called Waterdeep, really counter the power of all other nobles in the country?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!

As long as the other three realms unite with the royal family in the central region to form an army of extraordinary people, even dragons will be afraid. What can the Northern Territory use to compete?

A farmer who has only learned to shoot for a month?
The Royal City Academy of Sciences has already studied the power of those firearms, and they are far from being invincible.

Besides, they can also manufacture it, but the cost will be several times higher, but it is still within the affordable range. The money in the national treasury is enough for them to win the war.

He could win even without the support of Loman's forces.

All in all, he had many wins and Figosin had many losses.

It is what everyone wants for the prince to become king.

But there has never been any common people in his "public expectations".

After firmly believing that he was in the advantageous position, the prince made up his mind to solve the last problem.

The old king may change the problem of succession.

The prince no longer had the patience to get his father to give up his idea, and Roman's solicitation provided him with a new idea.

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who caused the problem.

Although Roman's people suddenly changed their minds for some unknown reason, he is no longer the cowardly prince he once was, and he can continue to carry out the original plan without outside support.

The court alchemist's laboratory at night.

The chief alchemist was carefully preparing the potion. A row of bottles and jars contained liquids of various colors, which were poured into a boiling crucible and then added with ground herbs. Finally, after distillation, a colorless and odorless liquid was obtained and put into small bottles engraved with inscriptions.

Traditional alchemy.

Under the impact of modern and industrialized alchemical technology, the living space is gradually shrinking.

The research institute called this new alchemy chemistry, but it was chemistry with some overlap with magic.

The alchemist handed the final product to the prince carefully, "Please be careful, Your Highness. Once it leaves this sealed bottle, it will evaporate immediately. It is quite dangerous."

"I'll remember that." The prince took the potion.

Roman can take their people away, but he cannot take away their knowledge. This is the potion formula they provided. Even if the Romans don't make it, it's not like there aren't alchemists who can do it.

"Then your highness," the alchemist rubbed his hands nervously, "my business..."

He was already too old, and although he was the chief court alchemist, the position was not as glamorous as it sounded, and he was unable to keep up with the frontiers of alchemy where new theories were born almost every month.

Therefore, he wanted to take a further step, a step that would no longer make him so tired every day.

For example, a title or something like that.

"Don't worry, the royal family's promise will always be fulfilled." The prince said with a kind smile.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The prince said, and left with the potion, motioning to the two guards at the door.

Two guards then entered the laboratory and created an accident according to the orders given previously.

In addition to the actual working medicine, some cosmetic work is also required.

The king's accidental death requires a suitable "murderer".

The prince carefully selected a warrior from the North. As the son of a wealthy merchant family in the North, he was studying in the royal city and leading a happy and dissolute life as a rich second-generation.

However, one day, his family fell into poverty, and his father, a wealthy businessman in the North, was captured and forced to work in Drogo's factory as an assembly line worker. It was said that he was whipped every day.

The family property also became the public property of Winter City in the North.

Without the living expenses from his family, his quality of life dropped drastically. He went from buying things without asking the price to having difficulty eating.

Therefore, his hatred for Figesin is pure.

Coupled with the mental control exerted by the prince on him, he became a loyal soldier who obeyed the prince's orders.

He will be the one chosen to kill the king.

There's nothing special about it, the main thing is that he is a northerner.

They are people from the North, that is, people from Figsin.

This was also the reason why he conquered the North after ascending the throne.

Revenge for one's father, this reason is always on the moral high ground.

Everything is ready, and the assassination plan against the king is officially launched...

……

Sutton VI took off his glasses and put down his pen. It was late at night, so he rubbed his tired eyes and took a short rest.

He was very clear about his physical condition. Although his serious illness had improved and he could now move around and was also more energetic, he knew that time was running out.

Time is far more terrible than disease.

After experiencing an illness that almost took his life, he is less afraid of death.

He used to be very afraid of death.

Looking back on his life, he was not a good king. He was a bastard when he was young and mean and conceited in his middle age. However, thanks to the strong foundation laid by his ancestors, even though he did a lot of foolish things, the country was still developing rapidly.

Of course, this development has nothing to do with him. It is mainly due to the scientific and technological development of the research institute. As long as he doesn't fall behind, he will be able to win easily.

As he entered his twilight years, he had more time to think, and he began to wonder if he had the courage to face his ancestors if the soul really went somewhere after death.

Are my achievements worthy of the honor of the Sutton name?

The answer is obviously no.

To this end, he wanted to do something truly good for the country in the last period of his life.

While bedridden, he carefully studied the trends of social development in recent decades.

Although he's a jerk, he's actually pretty smart.

He keenly discovered that the original ruling system did not match the current world situation.

The conflict between the new rich born of technological development and commercial prosperity and the traditional aristocracy is becoming more and more obvious, and sooner or later it will explode to an irreconcilable point. No one wants to see their hard-earned business taken away by someone who is simply of so-called noble blood.

Perhaps the old aristocratic system should have collapsed long ago, simply because the nobles still controlled the majority of extraordinary people, and no subversive events occurred under the suppression of force.

However, all this changed after the emergence of the Drogo Group.

They actually developed something that allows ordinary people to kill extraordinary people.

Even if one gun cannot allow an ordinary person to fight against an extraordinary person, what about ten people, or a hundred people.

In the past, no matter how many people there were, it was useless. Now, this insurmountable wall has been cracked by gunfire.

The old king was very sure that they could definitely research something more powerful, and might even have already done so.

When the gap between ordinary people and extraordinary people is further narrowed and the new nobles see hope of overthrowing the old nobles, conflict will inevitably break out.

This is an unstoppable trend of the times.

After a long period of thinking, the old king came to a conclusion that he was reluctant to make, but was the most reasonable one.

The old nobility cannot win.

There are only two outcomes for the Sutton royal family: resist the times or be pushed to the guillotine by the angry rebels. From then on, there will be no royal family, and there may not even be Sutton.

Or if the royal family takes the initiative to participate in the change, then people will probably still retain the royal family and Sutton. People are always nostalgic, and perhaps in the future, the Sutton royal family will still enjoy a high status, but it will be similar to a mascot.

But being a mascot is better than being beheaded.

However, how to make the original nobles accept the changes and minimize bloody conflicts is also a difficult problem.

Giving up privileges is hard.

I don’t have enough time, so if I want to complete this step, I can only trust in the wisdom of future generations.

Among his descendants, the only one who seems to be the most trustworthy at present is Figesin in the north.

The children that you didn't raise grow up the best.

He has failed so many times in his life.

Fortunately, there are still opportunities to make up for some of the failures.

Change Figesin to crown prince.

This may be the only correct decision he has ever made in his life.

What he was writing just now was the decree to change the successor.

Once it is announced tomorrow, there will definitely be a lot of trouble.

"Alas..." The old king sighed helplessly, straightened up and prepared to continue writing.

At this moment, the voice of the guard came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, there is urgent information."

Urgent information?
The old king was very confused as to what emergency might happen at this time.

"Enter."

An armed guard walked in.

Seeing him, the old king frowned.

"Which team are you from? Why do you look unfamiliar?"

He was very sure that he had never seen such a person in the guard team.

"I'm here to take your life!"

The guard suddenly shouted, took out a magic shotgun, aimed it at the old king and pulled the trigger.

"For the North!"

Dense shotgun shells sprayed out.

Almost instantly, a magical barrier rose in front of the old king.

Every member of the royal family has received the highest level of education and training since childhood. As long as they have the slightest talent, they can be trained to become extraordinary people of a high level, not to mention that the old king himself is extremely talented.

Although he is old and has just recovered from a serious illness, he still has the foundation to be a legend. Dealing with assassinations is also a compulsory course for the royal family.

Relying on muscle memory, the old king immediately deployed the barrier.

In an emergency, your body just does the work and adrenaline takes care of the rest.

He supported the barrier with one hand and immediately prepared to counterattack with the other.

At the same time, the brain is working rapidly.

The other guards did not rush in immediately. This was not a murder planned by a single assassin. It was definitely a premeditated large-scale action, and there must be a powerful force behind it.

The opening line is "For the North".

This is even more suspicious. Why would the North attack him? Does Figesin want to rebel?
Not to mention that the throne was planned to be given to her. Even if she really couldn't wait to rebel, why didn't she do it when he was the sickest, but instead chose to do it after he recovered his ability to move.

It was totally irrational. The old king didn't believe that his favorite daughter would be so stupid.

Besides, no assassin would reveal his identity. If he fails, there would be no need to interrogate him.

So this was a frame-up?
The old king made a judgment in his mind.

Who would want to frame the North, or use the method of assassinating the king?

The answer was obvious, but the old king didn't want to believe it.

His eldest son actually wanted to attack him.

In just a few seconds, the preparation for the lightning spell was complete, but the old king did not attack immediately.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

What's wrong?

The assassin was still yelling “Ahhhh——” and shooting frantically at the barrier.

Yes, this assassin’s level is too low.

The old king realized what the problem was.

Even with his eldest son's stupidity, it was impossible for him to arrange such a weak assassin to kill him.

There must be a backup plan.

The old king looked around vigilantly, wondering where the backup plan might be hidden.

He retreated to the corner, away from the door, and after throwing out lightning, he immediately began to prepare for teleportation. He didn't know the situation clearly, so he ran first.

Although there is a magic circle that restricts teleportation in the palace, the king himself is not affected.

But at the moment when the lightning spell was cast, the surging electric current dissipated instantly, and all the magic power in the body was completely drained by a small lightning spell.

poisoned!
The old king realized the problem, but there was nothing he could do. As his magic power was exhausted, the barrier could no longer be maintained.

Dense shotgun marbles hit his body, causing tremendous pain, but the torture did not end. The elements on the marbles randomly triggered spells, and various spells continued to hit the old king's broken body.

Sarton VI, killed by a botched assassin.

On his deathbed, he saw his eldest son rushing in, crying "Father", followed by the guards who should have appeared earlier, and pinned the assassin to the ground.

Until the prince threw himself on him crying, pretending to be sad, but unable to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, the old king closed his eyes in despair.

What a failed life...

The next day, three items appeared in all newspapers in Sutton.

a eulogy in memory of the King;
News that the assassin from the North had been captured;

There is also a manifesto written by the new king to suppress the rebels in the north.

(End of this chapter)