Echoes of the Past

Chapter 111 was submitted.

Inside the sealed-off council chamber, the two chief members, knowing the situation was irreversible, adopted a "go with the flow" approach.

Upon discovering that Gunn had secretly stored some drinks in the council chamber, their gloom vanished, and they laughed in exasperation.

An elderly elder with white hair stood up: "Your Majesty Slatur, I have a question."

Slaturt calmly extended his hand in a gesture of refusal: "Please."

"Under Your Majesty's rule, the Senate exists in name only. We may praise Your Majesty's outstanding abilities and virtues for now, but who can guarantee that your successor will still possess such virtues?"

Slatur applauded, making no attempt to evade the sharp criticism.

"Good question. To be honest, I can't guarantee it, but—given that such a selfish entity as the Bamboo Moon Witch Society can continue to exist so openly, it's quite questionable whether the Senate can still uphold justice, isn't it?"

"How do you plan to persuade the Solizians, who are not part of us, to accept the superiority of Onzer?"

"It is a mistake. It is not that Anze is superior to Solitz, but that I am better than you all, and my efficiency is far greater than that of your entire Senate."

Slatur stroked his chin, a smile playing on his lips.

"I was able to deliver orders to all my trusted men overnight and mobilize them for battle, and I completed the basic task assignments in just one day. The fact that I am standing here now, and that Angze's elite troops are in action, speaks volumes."

"I do not deny that the Senate may have its merits in peacetime, but in the present situation where the black mist may change at any time, it is just a bloated and wasteful of resources."

Suddenly, Kaphni shouted from the audience.

"Lord Dunakaron, the dragon is watching Soliz, and he will never approve of your actions!"

Upon hearing this, many Solitz elders regained a subtle sense of confidence.

"Wake up! Dunakalon has only one request for Nora—to stand firm against the Black Mist." Gunn shattered everyone's illusions. "Who manages Nora is none of his concern, given his need for intermittent slumber."

Ivira smiled and took another sip of her flower tea.

Although Dunakalon had never met Slatu, the latter was an exceptionally resolute advocate of war.

As long as the attitude is right, the sleeping, wounded dragon will simply continue to sleep.

Gunn glanced at the time, then looked at the starry night sky outside the open council chamber, and ordered the stationed guards to distribute the prepared meals.

The two chief elders who had been sold out had accepted their fate, but just as they were amused and exasperated when they saw that there was still wine to drink and hot food to eat, Gunn once again made them laugh out loud.

Do we have all kinds of contingency plans?

Since things have come to this, shall we eat first?

Seeing that Guen had everything ready, the elders who had been holding their heads high gradually shrank back.

There's not much point in persisting.

As Slatur said, the Nora people today do not have much of a national identity.

The undeniable black fog made most people unwilling to engage in civil war.

In this way, even if the major families who suffer the greatest losses are unwilling and do not have widespread support, it will all be in vain.

Moreover, Soliz also has veterans like Gunn and Ivila leading the team.

With the Twin Crown Academy, the Mage Tower, and the underground facilities housing controllable gods and demons all taken over, everything should be settled.

Seeing Gunn methodically using the communication statue to issue commands, everyone knew that his plans were being implemented one by one.

Slatur's personal attendant pulled over a table.

"Don't rush, eat slowly. After you finish eating, everyone should give me an answer."

Slatur tapped the table lightly.

"Those who chose Anze, please hand over your plates."

"As for still choosing Soliz—I am not a bloodthirsty and cruel person. As long as you persist in fighting against the Black Mist, I will demarcate a frontier of the old Soliz system and let you continue to play house."

Slatur said meaningfully, "In short, don't stop Onze from integrating the existing Nora lands and resources and continuing to move forward, otherwise—"

Kaphni swallowed.

None of them received a meal.

"Your Majesty Slatur—" Kaphni tried to get attention.

"Oh, by the way, even if the Bamboo Moon Witch Society doesn't have any concrete evidence of colluding with the Living Eclipse and throwing themselves into the Black Mist, under my rule, it can only be disbanded."

Slatur glanced at her and said disdainfully.

"Outstanding talents should be treated favorably, but they should not be granted the privilege of not working on the front lines."

Kaphne was sweating profusely.

If the coup goes smoothly, it will be the most successful and peaceful transition of power in Nora's history.

But as part of the old system, and occupying a large proportion of the agenda, can the Bamboo Moon Witch Society really expect to have a peaceful end after its disbandment?

She doesn't believe it.

Without the Bamboo Moon Witch Society, Slatur wanted to put a period to this coup and write a footnote, and she was the most suitable target to be used as a scapegoat!

Gunn had no interest in dealing with a dead man in the futures market, and things were going very smoothly outside.

With the chief elder having given prior notice, the academy and the underground shelter easily accepted the reality.

Slatur was generous, not only retaining the original benefits of the academy, but also willing to share the abundant divine and demonic materials and living corpses of Anze.

At a time of transition, with Elu being suppressed and Maoyan not yet fully established, the two countries have a huge gap in the resources they have obtained in their exploration of the Black Fog.

The owls, with their large numbers, reaped considerable gains, which was a key reason why Slatur was willing to make the promise.

The underground facility that houses gods and demons is the second area to be taken over.

With the chief veteran leading the investment, and the researchers within the organization who have been dealing with gods, demons, and black mist for many years, they were too lazy to use their already limited energy to think about it.

They elected a representative who briefly inquired of Slatur's messenger.

"Can their research continuity be maintained?"

Is the funding provided stable?

"A promise not to interfere with the experiment?"

"Deep sharing of black fog data?"

"Are all Nightmare resources treated equally?"

After receiving personal permission from Slatur through the communication statue and confirmation via a photographic scroll, the researchers allowed their colleagues from Onze to enter and visit the "wonder" preserved deep underground with them.

In return, Slatur has permitted that the Solitz scholars may also visit the controllable gods and demons they possess upon arrival in Onze.

The top sages of the Mage Tower remained silent, unmoved by the change of regime.

The high-ranking mages, whose influence was intertwined with numerous others, were defeated by the words spoken by Gunn when he personally contacted them.

"Dunacalon will not support you in starting a civil war in the name of defending Solize."

If the vast majority of Soliz residents clearly expressed their opposition, the higher-ups protested Slatur's atrocities with even stronger words.

In order to maintain order, Dunakalon will inevitably launch a heavy attack on Slatur.

Since Koslatur was able to achieve the Great Fusion of Nora almost without bloodshed —

Under these circumstances, it goes without saying who Dunakalon will unleash a fiery dragon breath upon.

"Just like that—just do nothing and hand everything over to Slatur?"

"What else can we do?" the high-ranking mages sighed. "At least Slatur promised us that our treatment would remain the same."

"Go ahead and vote."

"Should I...should I vote too?"

"Otherwise what? Do you intend to challenge Lord Dunakalon?"

"Should I fight a dragon?"

The Mage Tower has fallen into an unprecedented silence regarding who should attack Dunakalon.

No one wanted to become Dragon's Breath Roasted Meat, so the Mage Tower, the strongest force protecting the Twin Crowns, also made its choice.

Inside the council chamber, Gunn broadcast the voice from the communication statue while simultaneously grabbing a bottle of chestnut wine and laughing at the many elders who had not yet handed in their plates.

"Eat slowly. I have prepared plenty of food, enough for you to eat and think at the same time."

The three most critical areas have been captured, and the outcome is clear.