Divine Kingship

Chapter 571 Is it, is it, is it the White King Bolan?

Under the cover of night, several small boats had stealthily made their way to a spot not far from the harbor.

Fenris was on one of the small boats.

"Does everyone know what the objective is this time?" Fenris was clarifying the mission objective one last time.

"Burn it and run!" the naval soldiers under his command replied helplessly.

In the past, the orders they received were to hold the position to the death and break through the enemy's lines at all costs.

Now that the instructions are easier, I feel a little uncomfortable.

Fenris's orders were not entirely appropriate, but they were Rand's orders, and as a general, he could not disobey them.

"In short, we'll sneak up under cover of darkness, pour some oil, set it on fire, and then run away immediately. Don't linger in the fight," Fenris instructed in detail. "I will set the fire with you. Don't worry about falling into the water while you're running away. There will be Naga to help us in the water, and flying bull-horse riders to support us in the sky."

"Yes!" The response was not loud, but it was uniform and sounded rather solemn in the night wind.

Although they received relatively loose orders, it did not affect the quality of these soldiers themselves—they were all veterans of many battles, with a firm fighting will and superb combat skills.

“Very well, then let’s set off,” Fenris ordered.

Under the dark night sky, the small boat sailed silently toward the port of the royal city of Bolun.

The tranquil night was soon shattered.

From afar, one could see flames, and hear roars and the sounds of fierce fighting.

Then came the sound of sails rising and the giant ship cutting through the waves.

The moonlight is not bright tonight; the dark clouds in the sky have obscured both the starlight and the moonlight.

When half the night had passed.

Fenris has regrouped the marine forces that previously attempted arson.

The losses were in the single digits, but the results were also meager.

The Kingdom of Bolen is now clearly aware of its vital interests, and its protection of the fleet is extremely stringent.

There was no chance for another battle, and Fenris didn't insist, simply leading his team to retreat.

Rand quickly received Fenris's report, and was not too surprised by it.

Rand's naval forces have expanded considerably, but compared to the fleet of the Kingdom of Bolen, they are still insignificant.

Actually, it was already quite unexpected that Rand could achieve such results; one could only say that the people of the Torch Church might have a talent for arson.

Fenris truly lives up to his name as the Burning Hand.

"You burned a large ship, didn't you?" Rand asked.

Fenris nodded.

"Well done," Rand praised with satisfaction.

Fenris was a little embarrassed; to be honest, this record wasn't very good.

“I have other plans for the future, come and listen to them.” Rand led Fenris into the conference room.

"I have a few plans. Now that everyone's here, let's discuss them."

Option 1: Project erotic images into the city and add aphrodisiac powder to the city's water sources. This will quickly and significantly reduce the enemy's fighting spirit and is consistent with the cult characteristics of the Mother Goddess Sect.

The cost of creating erotic paintings was originally very high, but since paper mills have been built in Rand's territory, the cost is no longer very high.

A combination of measures will surely have an effect.

Unfortunately, the Mother Goddess Cult has now been whitewashed and is now the Church of the Goddess of Harvest and Health. They can't do anything too evil now, because countries all over the world are watching them, and they can't give themselves away too much.

Therefore, RAND's plan can only remain a thought in mind.

Even if implemented, it might not be effective.

"As for psychological strategy, there are currently two options: one is to send more spies into the city to carry out incitement work, and the other is to film a commemorative drama..." Rand gave his ideas for the plan.

After speaking, Rand paused and looked at everyone in the conference room.

Of course, those attending the meeting now are not only the high-ranking officials of the Holy Land or the generals of Land, but also many nobles and ministers of the Frostmoon Kingdom.

Marcus was there too, and he seemed much better after someone shared his workload.

"Could you tell me about the photo-op drama?" Marcus was very interested in drama, and since it seemed that Rand needed a straight man, he spoke up directly.

Rand actually wanted to call the commemorative theater a movie, but unfortunately there was no electricity involved, and Rand was too lazy to come up with a reason, so he just called it the commemorative theater.

Rand glanced at the upper echelons of the Frostmoon Kingdom; they were all just as interested as Marcus.

“Then come with me,” Rand said with a smile.

The nobles of the Frostmoon Kingdom are all difficult people, but they all have great trust in Rand's war-related abilities.

Especially after this blitzkrieg campaign, no one dares to question Rand's military capabilities anymore; the vast majority of military nobles still haven't figured out how they did it.

Rand led everyone to a huge curtain.

The night breeze blew, and the curtains fluttered.

Rand led everyone to a spot further away from the screen, then activated the pre-set enhanced image crystal, and immediately, the light screen was projected onto the huge screen.

The technology of large screens and enhanced power versions of the photo crystal has already been surpassed, resulting in very clear images on the screen.

“I’ll have my flying bull-horse riders take this screen up into the sky, and at night, everyone in the entire capital of the Kingdom of Bolun will be able to see the images on it,” Rand said with a smile. “I’ll play some special films on it to demoralize the enemy and then combine them with harassment attacks on the fleet to incite unrest within the city. I’m sure that will have some effect.”

The nobles of the Frostmoon Kingdom were all somewhat stunned.

When the photographic crystal theater first appeared before them, it was the Scarlet Night that Rand played to rally people to fight Grand Prince Vladimir. Everyone thought that this kind of photographic crystal would later develop into a form of entertainment.

In the Frostmoon Kingdom, photo crystals have been accepted by many nobles. After all, this form of entertainment, with its sound and special effects, is more realistic than traditional dramas and eliminates the problem of performance errors.

The cost is also much lower.

But now, seeing that Rand intends to use the photographic crystal theater for war...

Did Rand have this idea from the very beginning?

This sent chills down the spines of many nobles in the Frostmoon Kingdom.

If RAND was only known for its excellent military capabilities before, it is now almost mythical.

In the past, apart from the Battle of the Wind Chaser, they were able to understand the battle reports.

But now, it can only be said that the tactics and tools used by Rand in coordination with these tactics are already difficult for them to understand.

If they were nobles from the Kingdom of Bolen, how would they deal with such a formidable opponent as Rand?
They were increasingly grateful that Rand was on their side, and that Rand seemed to be a very sentimental person who would take care of his own people.

This put their minds at ease.

If Rand were a greedy and ruthless person, they would now be considering how to besiege and kill him to avoid being slaughtered in the future.

Marcus, meanwhile, has already started considering whether to install a super-large screen on his estate.

He was also somewhat interested in what kind of commemorative drama Rand wanted to stage to weaken the enemy's fighting spirit.

"So, does anyone have any opinions or suggestions about this plan?" After testing it for a while, Rand turned to look at everyone. Actually, Rand wasn't completely lacking in confidence if they didn't use psychological tactics and just fought head-on; it's just that Rand strongly disliked inefficient and wasteful actions that resulted in loss of life. No one present had any objections.

“Then there’s another problem with other strategies,” Rand said again. “Even if psychological tactics are effective, it won’t be too fast, and we may have to face pressure from other countries.”

“That’s not a problem,” Marcus said. “I can handle it all. No need to worry.”

Rand glanced at Marcus. Rand guessed that Marcus's way of withstanding the pressure was not a normal method. However, since Marcus had said so, it was not appropriate for him, as the Hand of the King, to question the King's methods in front of everyone.

“Then I have no further questions.” Rand handed his prepared speech to his accompanying secretary, Olena, and then looked at Marcus again. “Your Majesty, would you like to say a few words?”

In fact, Rand really didn't want to say those words, because saying them would greatly increase the time spent on meaningless meetings, which was inconsistent with the concise style that the Holy Domain forces had always maintained.

However, it can only be said that with more people involved, things need to be done. Rand's every move now sends political signals, so things will get a bit complicated.

Marcus clearly didn't want to ramble on, so he said a few words to express his approval of the plan, and the meeting ended there.

After the meeting, Marcus quickly approached Rand again: "That photo-op theater, what are you planning to do? Do you have a direction?"

Rand certainly had his own ideas.

Rand actually wanted to plagiarize some anti-war movies or special historical stories from his previous life.

For example, a peaceful war on the western front, or being surrounded by enemies on all sides...

But now it seems like he's the aggressor? It feels like making movies to weaken the enemy might actually incite their resistance, leading to the opposite of what's intended.

Rand was well aware of this. In any case, it was definitely not possible to just copy any movie from his previous life. Even if it were possible... Rand was not a director, so he couldn't remember it or understand the techniques involved.

“I have a special director position available. I wonder if His Majesty the King of Frostmoon Kingdom would be interested?” Rand knew, of course, that Marcus was also very interested in matters related to drama.

Marcus is a person who enjoys life experiences, and he obviously didn't want to miss out on something like this: "This is quite expensive; I'll charge one hundred gold coins per year."

One hundred gold coins can be roughly equated to 300 million yuan, which is quite expensive, but for Marcus and Rand, it's just a pittance.

"Then it's a deal, Mr. Director." Rand smiled and extended his hand.

Marcus straightened his collar, then struck a pose befitting a seasoned theater expert and shook hands with Rand.

……

After discussing with Marcus for a while, it was almost dawn.

Rand, with his wife, returned to his tent to rest.

Because of the nighttime attack on the Bolen Kingdom's ships, the meetings, and the experimental screen, I didn't get a good night's sleep.

It's time to go back and catch up on some sleep.

Although it was almost dawn, Rand still planned to go to sleep.

Rand and Berlan returned to their tent.

Berlan and Rand went back to bed.

As usual, Berlan drew a line in the bed, indicating that the two were only pretending to be husband and wife.

Rand put his arm around Berlan's waist.

Berlan struggled for a moment, then gave up.

Berlan was somewhat melancholy.

For her now, it's completely unreasonable to say that she has nothing to do with Rand.

She had been embraced and seen by Rand.
Moreover, the reasons I give myself now, like saying it's wrong to compete with my sister for a man, are not really convincing anymore.

Therefore, she couldn't really put up much resistance to Rand's somewhat overstepping behavior.

Because as long as Rand doesn't do anything too outrageous, there's not much point in her resisting.

Even if she resists, it doesn't prove that she and Rand have nothing going on, or convince herself or Rand.

Berlan knew very well that Rand had already considered him his for the taking.

She was also well aware that Ellie was indeed good at managing family relationships; Ellie was a very capable and competent matriarch.

She's still somewhat resistant to Rand, but only because she's really embarrassed.

Where is the brother-in-law and...

And now that it's Ellie's body instead of his own, that's even stranger.

Just as Rand was drifting off to sleep, Berlan opened Ellie's dreamlike, icy blue eyes.

Berlan nuzzled Rand's chest with his chin, and Rand opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled.

The next instant.

The murderous intent was revealed.

The trident pierced Rand's bed.

Without the slightest unnecessary movement, the entire sequence of actions, from exerting force to attacking, was fluid and incredibly fast.

This level is beyond what ordinary top-level professionals can achieve.

The weapon sliced ​​through the air, the wind whistling, its tip reflecting the faint candlelight, gleaming coldly.

A chilling killing intent erupted in an instant.

Such an attack was difficult for Rand to react to at his speed.

But Rand wasn't worried in the slightest.

The man he holds in his arms is none other than the only king in the world at present, the strongest in theory, the White King, Berlan Calant.

A faint, frosty glint flashed in Berlan's eyes.

Those who pose a threat to Rand's life are naturally her mortal enemies.

As the trident approached, it gradually began to condense a frosty color.

The ice crystals formed by the condensation of air grow from the tip of the trident like sharp, icy blue thorns.

Then it gradually climbed up to the assassin's muscular arm.

Because of the cold, all the candles in the house were frozen out, but fortunately, Rand had the beauty in his arms to keep him warm.

The trident came to a complete stop when it was still a dozen centimeters away from Rand, unable to advance an inch further.

The assassin's aged face was filled with disbelief.

This is not only because the premeditated attack was so easily thwarted, but also because there is only one person in the world who can control frost so easily.

The ruler of the cold winter, the brother of Lady Rand, the White King Berlan.

This person is Mrs. Rand's brother, not Mrs. Rand.

There has never been a time in this world where the power of a king could be shared in such a way.

So, the person who appears to be a young girl in women's pajamas and is being held in Rand's arms is actually the White King, Berlan himself.
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(End of this chapter)