People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Inside the main hall, behind the curtain.

The dragon took a deep breath.

He was even more excited than Ernst.

It's coming, it's finally coming!

He had waited so long; these hard times were finally about to end.

Then he saw Ernst being stopped.

The head instructor of the Imperial Guards, responsible for the escort, extended his hand and said in a measured tone:

“I apologize, Mr. Ernst, but according to the rules, security is required when meeting the dragon. I hope you understand.”

Ernst paused for a moment, then realized what she meant. After thinking for a moment, he took out a small orange-red gem from his pocket.

"what is this?"

The young coach blinked, somewhat bewildered.

"The Succubus's Kiss".

Ernst replied.

The young instructor nodded, seemingly understanding, accepted the necklace, and then asked:

"Any more?"

Ernst hesitated for a moment, then took out a small black cube.

"What is this?"

The young instructor asked again.

Ernst replied:

"Small cube, a lich creation."

The young instructor was taken aback and couldn't help but ask curiously:

Why do you have so many Sarkaz items on you?

Now it was Ernst's turn to be dumbfounded.

Although I knew that Yan Kingdom was very closed off, I was surprised that it was so indifferent to worldly affairs.

Are there still people who don't know that I have a good relationship with Sarkaz?

Moreover, now we need to call a transit group: jiusi?baersisansan““~wujiatikaz!

Seeing Ernst's surprised expression, the young coach blushed and realized that his question was somewhat impolite. This was someone's privacy and a trump card, and it wasn't a good thing to pry into it. So he put the small cube into the storage box next to him and coughed lightly.

"Excuse me, is there any more?"

"Uh, yes."

Ernst hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

inside the room.

The dragon couldn't resist pulling back a corner of the curtain, peeking out its head to look towards the entrance of the main hall.

What happened? Where is everyone?

Didn't we say we were going to the palace? What, is there a dimensional portal connecting to my palace entrance? How can I just disappear like that?

They've gone to the subspace?

Then he saw Ernst and the young coach at the door of the room.

The young instructor held a small box in his hands, while Ernst kept pulling out all sorts of magical gadgets from his person and putting them into the box. Gradually, the box became too full. The young instructor had to reach out and hold the items in his arms.

Is this a body search?

The dragon realized what was happening immediately, but then it froze.

Seriously, what kind of good person would carry so many strange and dangerous items on them?

Are you here to assassinate the king?

What a great feeling!

Come quickly, and I'll hold on until Wei Yanwu returns. Then I'll summon him to the palace and give him a second chance!

Zhenlong thought to himself with a wicked grin.

Of course, this is just a thought.

While Ernst carried a host of potential threats, it's highly unlikely he was there to carry out an assassination. Besides, his sense of responsibility is undeniable; after years of enduring pressure, he was finally about to be free, only to die—wouldn't that be a huge loss for him?

想到这2，看着9还在往4外面掏东0西的恩斯特，4他终3于出声道5：64

"There's no need to bring any more. I trust Secretary Ernst; let him in directly!"

"I have been waiting for a long time!"

At that moment, Ernst had just pulled a stone out of his inner bag.

The stone emitted a faint blue light, and as if sensing that Ernst had taken it out, the blue light suddenly brightened, and a majestic voice came from within:

"Ernst, are you there? Beep beep?"

"You're in Yan Kingdom, right? Ling wants to ask you for help to help her sister and resolve the evil spirit problem she has."

After he finished speaking, he paused, seemingly noticing that Ernst hadn't responded. After a moment of silence, he asked somewhat awkwardly:

"Uh, Ernst? Are you free right now?"

Ernst glanced at the Imperial Guards before him, then at the dragon behind the curtain in the main hall, and coughed softly.

"I'm quite busy."

"But I know about this. I'll ask Zhenlong later and see if he's willing."

"Wait, what? The order isn't the agent of the Year Beast—"

The Imperial Guard instructor reacted instinctively, wanting to grab Ernst and question him, but before she could speak, the dragon's call echoed again from within the hall, sounding almost impatient:

"Alright, step back! Let Secretary Ernst in."

"I have important business to discuss with him!"

Chapter 957 Yanwu Palace Coup

The dragon sat majestically behind the curtain, his imposing presence commanding respect from the very first glance.

This was the most common description used by the officials of the Dali Temple when introducing the true dragon to Ernst along the way.

This emperor, who ruled over the entire land of Yan, who ascended to the throne in a way no one had anticipated after the Yanwu Palace Coup, yet quickly stabilized the court and the country, this ruler whose reputation was highly polarized among Wei Yanwu, the Dali Temple, high-ranking officials, and the common people—if there was one characteristic that resonated with all sides, it was perhaps his "majestic and strict" nature.

Seated on the dragon throne, behind the lifted curtain, the emperor, clad in dragon robes and wearing a crown, bore a striking resemblance to the cunning and treacherous Wei Yanwu. His features were sharply defined, angular, and imposing, exuding solemnity and reverence. His eyes were deep and distant, gazing silently ahead, as if they could perceive all things in the world. Around him, wisps of incense smoke rose from the censers, adding a layer of mystery to this true dragon.

He greeted Ernst with the utmost solemnity. Judging from his appearance at that moment, it was impossible to imagine that his voice had carried a hint of anxiety and urgency when he gave the order.

Ernst looked him up and down, and he looked Ernst up and down in return.

He was as young as in the footage, with a tall and upright figure, just the right height, and the most convincing face on this land at that moment.

Initially, people would add the prefix "younger generation" to all the words used to describe him, but now, no one compares Ernst to the "younger generation" anymore.

That was an insult to Ernst and a blow to those energetic young people.

The dragon saw the shadows of many people in him.

There's Yanwu, full of youthful passion; himself, forced to shoulder a great responsibility in a time of crisis; an unfamiliar black-haired maid with blue lipstick and exotic clothing; an Elafian man with strips of cloth hanging from his body; a mysterious woman with messy hair, heavy dark circles under her eyes, and eyes that look like lions... no, diamond shapes.

Wait, what are these illusions?

What the heck are these phantoms?

Unable to resist, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. When the dragon opened his eyes again, the figures that seemed to be staring at him had quietly disappeared.

The dragon couldn't help but mutter to itself.

The thought of the big project he was going to be involved in had kept him so excited these past few days that he couldn't sleep, but surely not to the point of hallucinations?

After the meeting, we should ask a royal physician to take a look.

If something really goes wrong with his health, whether it can be cured or not is another matter. We need to get Yanwu back to Si as soon as possible.

Then die in front of him when he goes to the palace to visit the sick!

whee.

"Um, Your Majesty?"

Seeing that Zhenlong seemed lost in thought with a slight smile on his lips, Ernst spoke up with some confusion, offering a reminder.

The true dragon then suddenly came to his senses, coughed lightly, and slowly said:

"Secretary Ernst, this is our first meeting."

Actually, haven't we met online?

Ernst mentally scoffed, but still nodded:

"Face to face, for the first time. Your Majesty, greetings. Ernst Shivaish, on behalf of Sherag and the World Summit, extends his greetings to you. May you and your nation be as powerful and long-lived as you."

The dragon nodded slightly.

"I have received your blessing."

"I know that you must be full of doubts right now."

"You must be very curious about what you saw and heard at Longmen, what happened between you and Wei Yanwu and his past, as well as the reason why I suddenly invited you."

"It's alright. At this moment, in this place, there are no Six Ears here. We have no taboos. I can answer all your questions."

He paused slightly, and without waiting for Ernst to think, he spoke directly:

"I know that you have doubts about Wei Yanwu's identity and the events of Yan Kingdom back then."

"Yes, Wei Yanwu's real name is Yanwu. He was the deposed crown prince of our Great Yan and the protagonist of the Yanwu Palace Coup."

Is it this big from the start?

Ernst remained silent, waiting for the dragon to continue.

Was Ernst curious about these things? Of course he was; who doesn't like to hear secrets?

But does he really need to know the absolute zero? Not necessarily. Each of the nine has secrets, and Ernst has never been the kind of "omniscient" who wants to know everything. If Zhenlong doesn't bring it up, he doesn't actually intend to bring up this sensitive topic.

It might even cause you more trouble.

But since the true dragon has spoken up, that's a different story.

The dragon was no fool; he didn't need to explain such a decades-old palace secret to an outsider.

But after careful consideration, he decided to speak up, mainly to clear up a potential problem regarding the Year Beast that they were going to discuss next, and also to build trust between the two of them.

"The Yanwu Palace Coup was indeed a conspiracy."

"But this is not a conspiracy by me against Yanwu."

He took a deep breath and began to speak with a mixture of melancholy and heaviness:

"1062 was a turbulent year."

"Thirty years have passed since the end of the Four Emperors War, and the era of Gaul has completely passed, but the new era and the peace that should have come have not appeared."

"The Victorians thought that by swallowing up Gaul, they could enjoy an unshakeable hegemony, but did the instigator have no descendants? The encirclement network he had built and the anti-Gallic alliance he had formed inevitably fell into internal strife after the destruction of their common enemy."

"The Ursus's great conquest slapped the Victorians in the face and made their newly established hegemony crumble in an instant. Afterwards, the Ursus showed no restraint. They conquered Letania to the west and raided Lateran to the south. In the blink of an eye, war broke out frequently throughout Terra, seemingly without end."

The dragon paused.

He seemed to make no mention of the Great Yan Dynasty at all, yet every sentence he uttered mentioned it.

The most distinctive feature of politics is that you can completely ignore politics, but politics will always be fully concerned about you.

The Great Yan's policy of isolationism did indeed largely prevent it from getting involved in the conflicts of the Terra land, but war, like wildfire, once it starts to burn and spread, will not care whether there is a "No Arson" sign on your tree!

Ursus's great conquest also threatens Yan.

The Longmen Six, which is now in the hands of Wei Yanwu and has changed hands several times, is the most obvious example.

"At almost the same time, to the west of the Yan Kingdom's borders, the demons, who had been scattered two hundred years ago, regrouped. The Demon King's banner was raised, and the demons showed signs of resurgence once again. And this time, to our surprise, we discovered that they even possessed a mobile city!"