After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

Yang Hao suddenly recalled the scene where Naruja controlled Golem to dig up pebbles from the ground and then launch them...

Golems... are worth... Golems that are easily destroyed by magic or divine spells...

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If we consider Golem as a person...

The golems we're creating now are like infants who go to the battlefield naked, fighting the enemy with brute force and fists...

Think about it carefully, Yang Hao, think about it carefully...

Is it really possible for soldiers to go to the battlefield without even armor or weapons, fighting the enemy bare-handed?!

in other words...

Yang Hao suddenly raised his head and looked at the Golem, who was slowly moving under the control of the Ling tribe, not far away.

They were enormous, but barely resembled human figures.

There are four of them, and to make it easier for the Listeners to control them, all the Golems have hands and fingers—and controlling them as a whole to grasp is not considered precise movement; controlling the direction of each of their fingers is precise control.

If golems are ignorant barbarians who don't know how to operate bows and crossbows, and who only have strength but can only mechanically attack forward, then what is most suitable for them?

Those are [Heavy Armor] and [Staff]!

Aside from the fact that a mage's magic can directly and physically destroy the entire golem, a priest's divine spells are limited! Only a very few divine spells can cause physical damage, and the rest will not damage the golem's core unless they come into contact with the golem's surface!

in other words...

"...Chieftain, immediately have your tribesmen control the golems to smash into some trees and use them as clubs, then try to cut some suitable wood into planks and glue them onto the golems' surfaces!"

Yang Hao excitedly stood up abruptly, causing the nun next to him to roll her eyes.

"If possible, you could even use clay and stone slabs! Glue them onto the golem's surface like lamellar armor, just leave gaps at the joints! You could even make shoulder shields out of wood and stone on their shoulders, like this..."

Yang Hao launched into a tirade, leaving the Ling Clan Chief somewhat bewildered.

She broke out in a cold sweat: Equip the Golems with weapons? No, isn't this going to be far too much of a hassle?

Golems are weapons all over their bodies. If you equip them with more weapons, dress them in clothes, and then use cover to protect these giants who are themselves cover... would that really work?

And what is lamellar armor? Shoulder shield? And what is that?

The Ling clan chief asked in bewilderment, while Yang Hao stared blankly for a while before picking up a stick and drawing a simple and easy-to-understand diagram on the muddy ground.

Seeing this, Teresa could only shake her head helplessly: This is how this man is when he's working; he doesn't care about anyone else at all.

Since that's the case, it would be better to boil some water—with that thought in mind, Theresa secretly left.

When Yang Hao finally came to his senses, his mouth was dry, he realized that Theresa had been standing behind him at some point, holding a container of hot water in a tortoise shell.

Chapter Twenty-One: "Uncle"

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At the same time, it was time for the little queen to give her first real speech to the public.

She would sit on her throne behind a curtain, with her maids standing behind her, perfectly mimicking the young empress's voice through ventriloquism, issuing all sorts of decrees in her name.

Although I sometimes think about going "a step further" and severing my Achilles tendons just in case, after thinking it over, it would be too conspicuous for an empress to need someone to help her walk normally.

Moreover, the Roman Empire now needs an empress... needs an empress who appears healthy, and even more so, needs a target—

The Empress's uncle, Garsen Roman, thought to himself, "Yes, the Roman Empire needs a target now."

Only a foolish outsider who doesn't understand the ways of the world would try to entrust the position of supreme ruler of the Roman Empire to someone else. This hot potato definitely needs a puppet to sit in it to keep things peaceful.

Looking at the clock on the wall, and seeing that it was already 6 p.m., Garsen nodded, signaling his men that they could get to work.

Looking back, I remember bribing a barbarian archer to feign surrender and then, under the cover of my soldiers, shoot an arrow at my brother's back, causing this political genius to die a heroic and renowned death on the battlefield.

With his brother's death, Roman lost half his mind. His other, more rational mind was forced to accept the regency's duties, educating his brother's daughter, but he was ultimately just a "rational mind."

Humans are emotional beings, while he is a rational monster.

This monster was destined to accomplish convincing feats only when it joined forces with a true king—and as events unfolded, it did indeed...

Regent Yang Hao indeed accomplished all the great achievements since the founding of the Roman Empire.

But it also offended many people.

No one can do all the work at the same time—after his elder brother's death, this poor man was destined to be unable to find a balance between his various tasks, such as traveling and building, winning people's hearts, educating the queen, educating the people, and establishing diplomatic relations with other countries.

Exhausted from running around, after meeting and talking all night with the caravan from Issugard at the port, he went crazy trying to build industry.

Originally, Garsen intended to spare the regent's life and then marry his niece to him after some time.

In this way, the regent could rightfully become the king of Roman and the target he needed.

Although he couldn't make him a true king, Garsen was willing to grant him a peaceful end to his life a few years later.

But he went too far.

The country across the sea frightened him so much that he was willing to betray even the interests of the royal family for the sake of so-called "industry".

Hmph. Would Isgard really launch an attack on Romans across an entire ocean? Only a fool would do that—even a fool could see that with an ocean separating them, how would they manage logistics? How would they replenish their troops?

This is something even a fool could figure out, yet it terrified this man so much that he became incoherent and pale-faced? Just because the ship was made of iron and was emitting steam?

oops.

What a cowardly man he is.

Garsen sighed. This cowardly man chose a suicidal madness; he couldn't be blamed for his ruthlessness.

After all, she was under a lot of pressure, and continuing to save this man's life would only backfire.

So Garsen chose to withdraw immediately, and during the time he was away at the parish, he cut off his niece's tongue so that she could no longer make a sound, also to prevent her from causing trouble in the [Silent Exile].

Fortunately—it worked out. However, the drought, and that damned presiding judge, disrupted all of Garson's plans.

The voice of the little empress—no, to be precise, was being mimicked by her maid using ventriloquism—was coming from her ear.

"At this point..."

He quickly waved his hand, signaling the mages not to relay the voice anymore—after all, he had already looked at today's schedule countless times. Using the Empress's "mouth" to order the majority of the empire's resources to be directed toward Drake Port, the only port open to foreign trade, would surely make the people feel uneasy and resentful, and thus develop hatred towards the Empress, right?

But isn't that exactly the function a target is supposed to perform? These kinds of offensive orders should only be borne by the target, shouldn't they?

Then, when the time comes, I will step forward as a benevolent savior, and those ignorant people will naturally stand by my side.

Fooling the people.

Thinking of this, Garsen couldn't help but laugh: it was precisely because of the ignorance of the masses that he felt Yang Hao's previous basic education was completely worthless and useless.

Let's see what his education has brought him.

Look at what his wasteful free healthcare has brought him.

Look at his scholars, look at his industry, and look at his so-called "civilian facilities"—have these things brought him any supporters?

No.

Absolutely not.

His doctors and scholars died under the scythes of the people, and most of his public facilities, except for the capital, were dismantled and sold by the peasants for money. These foolish people are greedy for money; they would probably be willing to eat excrement if they were paid enough.

Providing education to these people instead of the children of nobles—in Garsen's opinion, it would be more practical to kill all these serfs—at least that would reduce the variables from the peasants, and even allow him to demonstrate his power at the Imperial Conference.

But then again, speaking of which—

"..."

The loud shouts coming from afar made Jason frown. He quickly waved to signal the window to be closed, then grabbed the leg of lamb from the plate on the table and took a bite of the tender, juicy lamb.

These are luxury items sent from the western pastoral areas, thousands of miles away. The current cost alone is several silver coins, and they are a luxury exclusively for royalty.

Where did my mind wander to? — Yes, it was that day when the Regent was forced to make a promise to the people under immense pressure.

To be honest, Garsen was surprised that day.

Because his original plan was to remove the regent from power that day and then secretly execute him somewhere.

Unexpectedly, this quick-thinking man chose a crazy move that openly offended people but actually brought supporters, who were originally potential variables, to his side, thus extending his safety by a year.

Faced with overwhelming public opinion, Garsen's alliance naturally had to be temporarily abandoned.

Unfortunately, the regent clearly overestimated the character of those commoners.

If commoners possessed the noble qualities of aristocratic children, could they still be called commoners?

The thought made Garsen chuckle. After swallowing the fatty lamb, he took a sip of wine and remarked:

"To be able to win over the masses with just a few words... truly worthy of the Church of Light! I wonder if those already magnificent churches have been expanded with more floors, and if those already wealthy and bloated priests have acquired a few more gold rings!"

The parish has a deep-rooted control over the people. After all, it's rumored that when priests preach in the streets, they deliberately put addictive drugs in the holy water and then spray them out as a mist.

Under the misty fog, the pastor loudly praised the greatness of the God of Light, and those lowly people who had accidentally inhaled the mist and had no self-control naturally followed him and listened to God's teachings.

Anyone who can wait ten minutes before eating dessert can disregard the priest's tradition, but that seems too difficult for the untouchables.

Garsen took another sip of wine, chuckled a few times, and then snapped his fingers:

"...Send someone to deliver a secret letter to General Dreschka—saying that the royal family's submission to the diocese was unavoidable, but with the support of [gold coins] and [veterans], I will try my best to advocate for the warlord's independent expansion of his army at the next council meeting. But in return, he needs to help me fight against the diocese."

Therefore, the power of religion cannot be ignored.

Garsen's expression turned serious. If there were no external interference, the drought would be back on track in three years at most—by then, the entire Roman Empire would be Garsen's personal playground.

As long as he can maintain the balance between factions through political means, it will only be a matter of time before he becomes the first emperor in the history of the Roman Empire.

Those warlords who only want to wage war, those religious leaders who only want to amass wealth, those nobles and landlords who protect themselves with cardboard boxes—what political means do they have to compete with me? What prestige do they have to fight me with?

As long as I still control my niece as a puppet, I have the right to issue orders to the world—even if you are dissatisfied with this, you must obey the Empress's orders and maintain the facade of unity and peace.

Not to mention, with your ignorant minds, you would choose to hate me instead of the Little Queen.

A bunch of idiots.

The only regent who could fight me is gone. You guys? Hmph...

They're just a bunch of idiots.

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