Chapter 869: History has turned a new page - let's say
On the New Year's Day of the seventh and eighth year of the mainland calendar, the throne of the king of the Terrera Kingdom changed its owner.
The old king is getting older, and his health has been deteriorating since the illness in early August last year. In December, he even fainted in a meeting of nobles for a time - at that time, several nobles were in trouble because of business affairs. They said that the northern development area of Treira had developed, and the privilege of tax reduction and exemption due to development should also be abolished.
The target of these guys is obviously the alien organization, but their reasons are very normal, and they are simply impeccable.
More than a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye since the Tarakhan family pioneered the northern border. In the past hundred years, the Tarakhan family has continued to expand the development area and the territory has continued to expand, but the population and economy in the territory have not improved significantly. Until the last generation of Earl Tarahan, "Northland" was still synonymous with poverty, backwardness, remoteness and desolation in the minds of the Terrera people.
However, this situation has fundamentally changed in the hands of this generation of Earl Tarakhan. After the contemporary Earl Tarahan came to the throne, the pioneering order was abolished soon - many people speculated that it was an order issued by the "Northern Demon King" who had not been recruited at the time with a knife around his neck. Then, I don't know if it's a broken jar? Or do you really have an idea? He fully cooperated with the alien organization, and appointed the alien "Master of Magic Array and Alchemy" Eric as the chief minister of the earldom, almost giving up the civil affairs of the entire territory.
Under the leadership of Earl Tarakhan or the Inhuman Organization, the Earl of Tarakhan developed rapidly. Although they were limited by the lack of abundant minerals, they still stayed in the era of agriculture as their main industry, but they greatly increased the output of the land, not only completely got rid of the famine, but even produced several products - Tara Khan grass sugar, Tara Khan is a well-known commodity.
What is even more eye-catching is the former Tara Khan North, now the Dracula County. I don't know what magic Count Dracula used. In less than ten years, the barren land that was on the fringes of civilized society has actually become a fertile granary. They can even produce a large amount of cassava spirits called "Dracula's Fire". This kind of spirits that can be ignited with fire seems to be burning in the stomach, quickly conquering many old people who are looking for excitement. The alcoholic, therefore, has formed a quite famous trade route.
The northern region that has developed to this level is indeed no longer remote and backward. Those nobles proposed that the pioneering privileges of the two counties of Tara Khan and Dracula should be cancelled, and the normal business tax for the caravans of the two places should be restored.
But... of course it's one thing, whether you can do it or not is another!
Taxing the caravans of the Inhumans? Go away! What a retarded idea!
However, those nobles insisted that they were talking about business, and everything was done according to the rules. They even put forward the argument that "the king is betraying the interests of the nobles to please the alien organization".
Although this is a big truth, don't they know that "the truth hurts the most"!
The old king, who was already in poor health, was so angry and anxious that he fainted on the spot. After waking up, he began to arrange the succession ceremony.
"I really can't do it anymore. After so many years, my tricks have long been seen through by those old people. If I'm in good health, I can still hang out with them slowly, but now... I really don't. This energy!" When the family was discussing privately, he reluctantly said, "Those old people, seeing through the fact that the Inhumans tend to be reasonable, want to use this method to deal with them... They are courting death themselves. That's all, don't implicate us!"
"Don't worry, King Father, after I ascend the throne, I will clean them up as soon as possible!" Prince Zion said solemnly and even coldly, "A country is like a human being, and when there are pustules, they always have to be picked up or even cut off. !"
"A lot of people will die..." Princess Feishna sighed.
"It's always going to kill people." Prince Zion was unmoved at all, "Before things get serious, punching hard and smashing the thoughts that the nobles should not have is the least dead way. "
"You can't be impulsive!" the king reminded him, "you must find a suitable reason!"
"Of course, I'm not an idiot like Richard Thrace who has no brains and only muscles. Killing is not the problem, why do you kill? How to kill? It is the most important problem." Prince Zion said confidently, "Moreover, my method this time is a little rough, and the problem is not big - when the new king comes to power, he always has to stand up first, and they are considered to be hitting the edge of my knife."
"Those people are just chess pieces pushed out by the guys behind them to test." Princess Feisna sighed, "Even if you kill them, it's actually useless."
"Killing them may not be useful, but if you don't kill them, something will happen!" Prince Zion naturally understood what his sister meant, but he absolutely disapproved of her attitude, "The aliens have a saying, which I think makes sense - reach out Chop your hands, chop them a few more times, even if they want to stretch out their hands again, there must be a fool who is willing to do it for them!"
His eyes were murderous, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making people shudder.
Princess Feisna frowned, and just as she was about to persuade again, the king spoke first: "Just killing is not the best way. You are responsible for killing, and ask Feishna to intercede and save some, so that we can be regarded as Both 'reason' and 'emotion' take over, making it impeccable."
Prince Zion was stunned for a moment, and looked at his father with a little more surprise.
He always felt that his father was an incompetent and mediocre person. When confronted with aristocratic provocations, he would only use delay or exchange to solve it, lacking violent and straightforward means. But he never imagined that his father would be able to tinker with his own plan--doing it according to his father's method would definitely be more effective than doing it according to his own method.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
"You're right!" he said. "Just do it."
After thinking for a while, he said to his relieved sister: "I have something to say first, not everyone you are begging for, I will let go. In that case, it will only make the nobles have unnecessary thoughts..."
"I understand that the king must be incapable of trying to figure out his thoughts, and must have complete authority. There can be no one who can make him do what he says, and even the one he trusts or values the most can only partially persuade him... don't worry. , I will not hinder your authority, on the contrary, I am glad you reminded me of this in advance."
In their leisure time in the afternoon, the Trellara royal family has lightly decided the tragic fate that some nobles will suffer.
Sitting on the throne, His Majesty King Zion Trella couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile as he looked at the cheering ministers in the hall.
(The current cheering is completely unbelievable! After a while, the one who cheers in the light of the sword and the blood is the one who is truly worthy of reuse!)