The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

I updated a chapter overnight, and after finishing it, I realized it was a bit long-winded. Although it's 2 words, it feels like it could be compressed to about 3-k. Also, while goblins are called goblins, they are a special type of subhuman that grows fur and resembles anthropomorphic cats and dogs. Their species is usually distinguished by their fur color, body shape, and the shape of their ears and tails.

Volume 87: Caged Bird: . Malice and Kindness

The gloomy and rainy winter completely melted away with a spring rain. The flying newspapers folded into piles of restless news, pushing up the temperature in various parts of France.

At the end of March, the thunder from the Yunling Province of the Empire awakened the world from the dream of muddling along. The first batch of titles and fiefs waiting for the right ones appeared in all major newspapers in an overwhelming manner. While the sleepy-eyed people were still hesitating in confusion, the auction held in the Sacred Museum of Leiding Island had come to a successful conclusion. Four earls, six viscounts, twenty-two barons and one hundred and fifty-six knights with various titles rose slowly in the hereditary order of the Empire.

While the timid onlookers are still trying to figure out the empire's attitude and the authenticity of the title sale, the brave adventurers have already staked their entire fortunes.

But many more were still on their way to Cloudtop City—including those deeply immersed in their mystical cultivation. Realizing the Imperial Princess's daring and generosity to recruit so many followers, even those spiritual cultivators who had lain among the dead for centuries began to emerge, aiming to cling to another five hundred years of spiritual life before their spirits faded and their souls returned to the realm of the living.

Some merchants who arrived at Yunding City were devastated when they heard that the auction was over. They wished they had wings so that they could run faster. However, the Governor's Office immediately announced the second batch of titles to be sold. In addition to the fertile plains adjacent to the Yunling coast, it also included poor mountains and bad waters with winding roads. The Governor's Office specially marked the location, products, population and jurisdiction of the territory so that buyers could evaluate the value.

This small, thoughtful gesture alone nearly reversed the empire's reputation in the commercial sector. Countless merchant nobles eager to advance their careers flocked to it, especially the established aristocrats with large fortunes, who could never have too much land.

As the Bulk Fran Plan was carried out in a big way, the Governor's Office announced that it would issue a new Fran currency and abolish the circulation of the Crown in Yunling.

Although the decree is only implemented in Yunling, some people can already see that the empire intends to gradually implement it throughout Fran.

There are many different opinions on the reasons, and no one understands why the Divine Capital would delegate the right to mint coins to local areas, but one rumor temporarily prevails: the benevolent Sixth Princess of the Empire sympathizes with Fran's suffering and successfully persuades the emperor to adopt a conciliatory policy towards Fran, tending to promote Fran's autonomy.

This was more in line with the perception of the upper class. The Sixth Princess of the Empire was the heir to the Grand Duke of Lorraine and the future head of the Southern Parliament. The Southern Empire, led by Lorraine, was essentially a region of self-government and numerous states.

On Bailey Island, over a hundred nautical miles from the Yunling coast, the atmosphere in the dim castle was heavy.

"So, after the Xilai family successfully ascended to the Earldom, they requested our mediation to stop the Freedom Army from harassing their newly acquired territory?" The young man sitting in the first seat propped up his chin, his gloomy voice tinged with annoyance. He suddenly laughed angrily, "These two-faced bastards, do you think I'll agree?"

"This isn't a request, but a notice." The blonde girl flipped through the documents and spoke calmly, "If we disagree, the Xilai family will seek support from the Reform faction. They have one foot on free will and the other on the Supreme Empire. They have backers on both sides, so they don't want to offend either side."

"Aren't they afraid that evidence of their collaboration with the 'rebels' will be revealed?"

"The evil dragon issued an edict several months ago," the blonde girl said, looking at the young man gravely. "Even if they are 'traitors,' as long as they 'turn to the light,' the Empire will forgive them."

"Haven't they learned enough lessons after a hundred years? Do they believe it? I'll send people to kill their entire family!"

"That way you'll push the Fran nobles against us. The Fran nobles are evil, and the Imperial Dragons are utterly evil. We have to gain their support and not resort to extreme measures unless absolutely necessary." The blonde girl flipped through the files again and said, "Besides, not everyone will be motivated by such a small gain. Those ancient families, sects, and associations that have dominated Fran for millennia won't allow the Empire to dismember them into pieces... What a vicious tactic, Hestia Lorraine Herbos. If I'm not mistaken, she wants to dismantle Fran and incorporate it into the Southern Council's system."

"What benefits will this bring to the empire?" asked a mature and steady Rensi on one side of the round table.

"It's not good for the empire. This is a struggle within the Tianlong Empire." The blonde girl pursed her lips in thought. "As mentioned before, the Northern Empire and the Southern Empire have never truly merged into one. The extinction of the Lorraine family, descendants of the Divine Emperor, will inevitably lead to chaos and disintegration of the empire. And by bloodline, Hestia Lorraine Heberus is the most legitimate heir to the North and South. If such a person has no ambitions for the coronation... huh, then is she coming to Yunling for a picnic?"

"As you said, that vicious little dragon is invisibly dismembering Fran. This is of no benefit to the empire, but if she succeeds, she can bring the Lorraine family's power to another peak... Especially now that the path of order is closely linked to power, even if Lorraine doesn't become the second Divine Emperor, she may be crowned Holy Lord with the assistance of the Radiance." The young man nodded solemnly. "We must kill her. But the current problem is that many secret cultivators who intend to aid the evil have already headed to Yunting Villa, and the confidence within the Freedom Army is also wavering. In the Leon region, some compromisers have begun to envision a blueprint for the autonomy of the states under the Southern Parliament. If we continue with this plan... it will be difficult, difficult, difficult."

He sighed deeply, his eyes filled with the fierceness of youth and the fatigue of old age.

"Hmph, who's plotting against whom remains to be seen. We're not without allies," the blonde girl said coldly, her eyes blazing. "The more she tries to appease the various secret sects, the more we'll sow discord among them. They're nothing but a pile of loose sand. The situation in Yunling is clear, and the people of Fran are still wavering. Our foundation remains intact, so it's time to commit our strength to this world-changing event."

"Then I can also try the quality of the High Knight." The young man intertwined his ten iron fingers, and his mental fatigue turned into excitement again.

"You stay on Bailey Island and wait for news from your mentor." The blonde girl glanced at him. "When will you, the dignified Asuka Commander, stop being a street urchin who only knows how to fight? When will you challenge the high knight you've always admired? Haha, I'm afraid you'll be beaten into a pile of scrap metal."

The young man said unhappily, "I am, after all, a person favored by a myth. In front of all the Blade Masters, when will you stop boosting others' morale and destroying your own prestige?"

"I'm simply reminding you all that when facing the Empire's most powerful force, you must always leave yourself room for escape." The blonde girl stood up and looked around the table with a serious expression. "This is still the Empire's era. There's no shame in admitting we're no match for the High Knights, but please believe that time and justice will ultimately be on our side."

"Well, you have the final say." The young man shrugged, "Master Staff Officer."

"Overthrowing the empire isn't about creating another evil dragon, but about untying the shackles that bind humanity and restoring freedom to the world," the blonde girl continued, letting out a deep breath. "Everyone, long live freedom."

"Give me freedom or give me death." The other officers at the round table echoed in a deep voice.

Their faces and hands are covered with scars, which seem to come from the years of imprisonment, silently telling of the distant past.

"Then let's arrange it according to the previous arrangement."

After saying that, the blonde girl walked out the door.

"Domis, are you still going back to Cloudtop?" the young man called out to her, frowning. "If you go back again, you won't just have to deal with the Iron Cross's lackeys."

"I know it well."

The blonde girl smiled and waved an invitation in her hand, then strode away from the scene without further explanation.

The meeting was dismissed, and the Blade Masters left one after another. The young man sighed and left the castle. He walked all the way to the small town at the foot of the mountain. Following the afterglow of the sunset, he looked at the young girl washing the horse's back by the stable.

The girl had regular features and a slender figure. She was dressed in farming clothes, and her skirt was stained with horse manure. She raised her head as if aware of something, smiled at the young man, and waved.

The young man first ran, then slowed down and walked over with big strides.

However, when he arrived, he seemed like a wandering traveler who had lost his goal. He scratched his head, touched his neck, admired the sunset, and rubbed the mud with the toe of his shoes.

He awkwardly walked to the front of the stable and glanced at the horsewoman casually: "Hey, you haven't finished get off work yet, what a coincidence, hahaha..."

The girl suppressed a laugh and asked, "Why don't I see your sister today, Gregor?"

"She still has work, so she'll be busy lately."

"What about you? You said you were going on vacation two months ago, but such a long time has passed and you haven't left the island. It's impossible that your vacation is fake, but you are really unemployed, and you rely on a little girl to support you, right?" The girl joked.

Unfortunately, the young man couldn't finish the conversation. He felt a little embarrassed, and his thin cheeks flushed red. "If we don't open for a year, we can make a living after opening. This is a common thing in our industry. Even if I jump off a cliff and starve to death outside, I won't rely on a little girl to support me!"

The girl looked strange: "What industry?"

"Uh..." The young man was speechless and mumbled.

"Gregor," the girl said, a look of sudden sadness forming on her face. "I've heard the world outside is in turmoil lately. I wonder if you're..."

"I'm not—"

"Pirates, huh?"

"Huh?" The young man was stunned and a little awkward. "No...right?"

"As an outsider, I can't give you any advice, but for both your own sake and your family's, it's best to find a proper job as soon as possible." The girl hesitated, "Even if you can raise horses with me?"

"I have a greater cause. I might have to leave Bailey Island soon," the young man said with some sadness. "Although I may not have chosen this path, now that I've chosen it, I must continue... Bereka, what if, what if, what if I were a pirate? Would you be afraid?"

"I don't really have much prejudice against pirates." The girl shook her head and smiled bitterly, "My father, my father's father, was a pirate."

"Uh?"

"Have you heard about the Battle of the Sea of ​​Mist between the Empire and the Kingdom of Tailan about fifty years ago?"

"I seem to know..." The young man, who knew nothing about history, looked up at the sky.

"During the Battle of the Sea of ​​Mist, the Kingdom of Tailan sought to conquer the Mermaid Empire and completely seize control of the Grand Route. To resist their common enemy, the Empire accepted the Mermaids' request for assistance and reorganized its fleet. Countless sailors from Fran, Kaslat, the Sunset Wasteland, and even the coast of the New World enlisted. Although the battle ended with the Kingdom of Tailan's retreat, the Empire gained nothing from it. On the contrary, after the Battle of the Sea of ​​Mist, the sailors were left unemployed."

"Um... so your father and grandfather..."

"They're dead," the girl said softly. "I know life is hard, but I still hope you can cheer up and not take any risks. There must be people who care about you, right?"

"Hahaha..." The young man laughed awkwardly.

"Are you going to die?" the girl asked seriously.

"I'm not a pirate, it's useless for you to tell me, hahahaha."

"Will you come back after you leave this island?" the girl asked again.

"Of course—" the young man said seriously without hesitation, "Beleka, I can't tell you for now, but please believe me, I'm not a bad person. My cause will benefit all kind people, and it will be completed soon. Once it's done, I'll come find you."

"Find me?"

"Well, I mean..."

"That's a deal." The girl smiled, "I'll take it as your seriousness."

Seeing this, the young man immediately became embarrassed: "Beleka, that's not what I meant, I——"

The girl led the horse into the yard and said with a smile without looking back: "We agreed, Gregor, you will come back to find me! As for the rest, I won't listen to anything!"

"I……"

The young man wanted to chase after him, but stopped outside the yard, feeling hesitant.

In the end, he did not step through the gate and turned to walk towards the shore.

……

Yunting Villa, back mountain.

Since receiving support from the Goblin family some time ago, Cloudtop City is recovering at an extraordinary speed.

During this process, the goblin merchants who used to eat human blood and sleep on human skin finally had a conscience. They not only invested a lot of money in Yunding, but also reduced the workers' working hours by half an hour, giving them time to go to the chapel to pray to the God-Emperor.

The reason why the goblins spared no effort was not only because there were three goblin barons among the first batch of nobles, but also because the princess had painted a big pie for the goblin population.

A land of fertile land, a promised land! One day, the goblins will also be able to build their kingdom of heaven on the fertile land of Fran!

For this reason, even the overseas goblin consortium has intentionally or unintentionally extended an olive branch to the Vaning family, hoping to indirectly intervene in the projects of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth.

But Liliana Vanin is not a coward, and her uncle is definitely not a coward. Is a mere overseas barbarian worthy enough to make the noble dog of the Celestial Dragons bow down to him?

The once indifferent Vaning family has now become the new elite of the goblin world. Not only the overseas goblins, but even the native families of the Fran realm treat the Vaning family as guests of honor.

Hestia was happy to see the Vanin family's arrogant attitude. During this period, she had received bad words about the Vanin family from more than one goblin family that surrendered. However, instead of punishing anyone, the princess promoted Liliana Vanin to deputy director of the Finance Department of the Governor's Office.

During this period, the Governor was disgusted by the goblins. The rats and termites fought back and forth. Liliana saw that she could not handle it alone, so she flirted with the Inquiry Office and tricked the Governor.

The Temple of the Gods (VIII) (IV)

Hestia was naturally pleased with the happy atmosphere among the lackeys. She was in a good mood. The first batch of titles alone received a remarkable achievement of 2.4 million gold shields. Although only 300,000 gold shields were deposited in cash into the warehouse and the rest were recorded in the form of loans, this was by no means a bad debt, but a hen that could lay golden eggs.

Just recently, the Finance Department of the Governor's Office has contracted this part of the loan to the Lorraine Bank, which will issue securities with the proceeds from the loan interest and sell them publicly on the Genting Stock Exchange.

This is equivalent to selling the same piece of land twice - first it passed through the hands of the lord, and before it even warmed up, the vast number of Fran investors made another contribution.

Considering that the lord can escape but the land cannot, for a while, the new products issued by the Bank of Lorraine were as creditworthy as Thai government bonds.

If it weren't for the sake of sustainability, and Yunling's industry and commerce had to be given some time to develop, Hestia would have been eager to issue construction bonds worth millions of gold shields to bring more benefits to the people of the world - of course, now it's Fran.

In the first month, the princess first allocated 300,000 gold shields to the Yunling Iron Army on the spot, and then wrote a letter to Emperor Bing to transport 100,000 gold shields back to the capital. Her loyalty was beyond words.

But the money that is not received directly has nothing to do with God.

The princess personally minted coins, and the printing presses were smoking. Lord's debts unpaid? Print! Laborers' wages underpaid? Print! Grain merchants' debts unpaid? Print!

Backed by the vast and fertile land, the new Franco currency was surprisingly strong, and it managed to withstand inflation and began to circulate throughout France.

At the same time, most of the money eventually flowed back to the Bank of Lorraine and was invested in the construction of the Yunling Coast at zero cost.

Being both a referee and an athlete, Hestia was a little dazed.