It was dark and the two children were already snoring slightly. Miller quietly hugged his son Bob and looked out the window, the gloomy sky, and knew that his wife was not asleep either.

After a long time, Miller finally spoke out, "Betty, why don't I go to join the army."

In the night, Betty's face moved, and his hand holding his daughter couldn't help but tighten, but then relaxed without answering Miller's words, as if he was really asleep.

His wife's silence did not make Miller cut off his thoughts. He knew that his wife did not want to take risks, but as a husband and father of two children, he really didn't want his wife and children to eat and eat and eat and eat.

The nobles in the royal capital issued a notice to repair fortifications on the city wall, two potatoes a day. If you join the army, you will be the most ordinary cannon fodder and four potatoes. Many civilians and refugees in the city went to join the army and build fortifications.

If you have this amount of food and the relief food, your child can grow up healthily and your wife can also replenish your body.

As if she had made up her mind, Miller stretched out her left hand and held her wife's rough but still warm hand. Betty didn't say anything, and she held Miller's hand tightly, which was her answer to her husband.

This is the current situation of most families. Many Charola men with responsibility and burdens have chosen to join the army. They do not say that they love their motherland very much, they just want to earn a bite for their wives and children...

The slightly dilapidated city of Audis was brightly lit at this time because His Majesty the King felt too cold and ordered the entire palace to light the lights.

In the hall, His Majesty, the white-haired current king, was wearing a blanket, curled up on the luxurious throne, with muddy eyes, looking at the group of nobles who were arguing endlessly.

Our King seems to have not washed up for a long time. From a distance, you can see his greasy hair and odor-filled skin. Fortunately, the rich Sharlot is not short of money, and all kinds of precious incense sprayed around the king, still protecting His King's honor.

There was another middle-aged man who was arguing with the nobles in the hall, who was incompatible with all the nobles, who were closest to His Majesty the King, and whose robes were more complex and exquisite than the rest.

Although the nobles in the hall were quarreling, anyone with a discerning eye could see that most of these nobles were just clowns. Everyone looked at the big man standing in front of them, and His Majesty the King wearing a crown of thorns on the hall.

Perhaps it was the quarrel between these nobles that made our King a little irritated. His dry arms covered with stains were raised, and there was no sound in the hall. Everyone looked at their King in awe. Everyone knew that the lion had not fallen yet, and even his fangs were still sharp.

More than two months ago, King Charo, who was desperate to gamble, sent out the two most elite blood-red troops in his hands, but gained little, and only got a result of "Princess Foster, who may die."

What a "possible death". Not only did he not get any substantial benefits, he instead lost many blood-red soldiers, and even one of the leaders in the lead was cut off.

Looking at the old man sitting on the throne, most of the nobles standing here felt trembling. When did His Majesty the King become like this? Two months ago, His Majesty the King was just a little old, but still did not give up. Now this old man is always going to kill and behead him.

Although he looked unkempt at this moment, just yesterday, the Majesty personally issued an order to execute the two counts and four viscounts because these nobles had an affair with Forstan and wanted to abandon the city and escape.

They are quarreling now, and they are just pretending to show their king, so as to show that they are still working hard for the restoration of Sharlot, and that they will fight with Sharlot until the last moment.

The heavy crown of thorns pressed on this old man, and seemed to crush this thin old man at any time, but the fact is, there is no.

"Phillip, tell me what's going on." The king said in a hoarse voice, and the spitting of each syllable seemed to be grinding iron sheets, which made people feel unpleasant.

Everyone looked quietly at the Marquis Philip, a man standing in front of them, wearing gorgeous robes and extraordinary demeanor. It was this, a month ago, who led the remnants of the southern part of Charlottes to forcibly break through the siege of the outer lion army and enter the capital of Charlottes. With the marquis, there were 15 magic crystal cannons.

Marquis Philip, who was standing in front of everyone, just cleared his throat and attracted everyone's attention in the hall, saying in a deep voice, "The Forstan army outside the city has gathered nearly 100,000."

As soon as the words were finished, the people in the hall responded in a mixed manner, some showed bitterness, some were surprised, some were ashamed, and some were disbelief.

His Majesty the old King sighed, "I have to admit that Fostertan has greater potential in war than us." A pessimistic atmosphere came.

Marquis Philip then said, "I heard that the Likiya Alliance in the south of Fostein is also preparing to send troops to help Fostein, but was rejected by Fostein's king."

If you have the power, you will have many helpers, but if you lose the power, you will have few helpers. Forstan refused to ignore external help, while Charlotte was disliked by people around the country, and everyone thought that this country was over.

"Speak for those useless, tell me, how are you prepared for Audis?" The king's voice then came.

As one of the three pillars of Charles Lo and is known as the "God of Wealth", Marquis Philip, who once arrived at the capital, took over the position of Minister of Finance, Minister of the Interior, Minister of Military Affairs, and other positions. The royal family may have been suspicious of this marquis and dared not let him control too much power, but it doesn't matter now. Marquis Philip can go to Beijing to serve the king at the last moment, which shows the loyalty of this marquis to Charles Lo.

"The recruitment work is still in progress. Now 15,000 soldiers have been recruited. These soldiers have been scattered into four city walls. Together with the original defenders, each city wall has nearly 10,000 defense forces." Marquis Philip continued.

"There are sufficient equipment to defend the city, so there is no need to worry for the time being. The soldiers' weapons and armor are relatively lacking. Now the blacksmith shop in the city has been built for the soldiers day and night." Marquis Philip did not say when he could fill the weapons and armor needed for more than 10,000 new recruits, and the king did not ask.

"As for food..." Marquis Philip was silent for a short time, gritted his teeth and said, "It is only enough for half a month for the people in the city."

Not only did His Majesty the King hear it, his turbid eyes became a little gloomy, but many of the remaining nobles jumped up, "How is it possible? Isn't the grain reserves a month ago enough for half a year?" Several outspoken nobles couldn't help but shout.

"That was a month ago!" Marquis Philip replied, "and it was counted according to the minimum per capita standard at that time. As for why the food fell so quickly, you should ask yourself!" In the end, Marquis Philip almost yelled.

In the past month, less than one-tenth of the food use was distributed to civilians and refugees in the city. The rest were all taken away by these nobles, either by their own pockets, or withheld from them.

As for what to do, it is nothing more than recruiting people with food. At this time, the most valuable thing in Audis City was not jewelry and famous paintings, but food, and manpower.

At this time, lying on the streets of Audis, the ground was filled with refugees and civilians who could not survive, but hidden wealth. I don’t know how many nobles, with attention, waited for the Forstan army to break through the city, and exchanged the lives of these lower-level scum to their own precious lives.

Faced with the questioning of Marquis Philip, every nobleman who was staring at him could not help but be afraid, and his eyes were dodging.

"Don't argue anymore. Every nobleman takes out the corresponding grain for me according to his or her title. I will see that the army's granary is full!" The king said firmly. Although his voice was powerless and vicissitudes, his unquestionable tone made every noble dare not disobey his wishes.

After His Majesty the King finished speaking, Marquis Philip then introduced the other facilities and logistics conditions in the city.

Until the end, Marquis Philip did not mention the magic crystal cannon he brought back, and His Majesty the King did not ask. It is best to hide this strategic weapon, and no one can guarantee whether the nobles here have privately defected to Forstan.

At the end of the meeting, the attendants around the king announced the resignation. All the nobles walked out of the hall in groups of three or three, leaving Marquis Philip alone without moving.

In the main hall, only the king, Marquis Philip, as well as some attendants and palace maids were gradually left.

"How many magic crystal shells are there?" After the surroundings became quiet, His Majesty the King asked.

"126 rounds." Marquis Philip said the exact number, "Now Master Marris is leading his apprentices to do it."

The raw material of the magic crystal shell is the magic beast crystal core, and only the middle-level and above magic core can be made into a cannonball. The magic power of Sharlot is worthy of being the top among the surrounding countries. Only the masters of their country have this strength and technology to tune out the chaotic elemental power in the magic crystal and gather and release it.

"I understand, go." The king nodded, curled up on the throne, and the servants around him filled in another blanket for His Majesty the King. Since a month ago, King Charo has started to eat and live in the Hall of Affairs. It was also over the past month that this old man, who was just a little old, has become now thin.

Marquis Philip slowly retreated from the hall. The moment the hall door was closed, the light outside shone on the face of His Majesty the King in the center of the hall. It was a pale, persistent, wrinkled face.

All the nobles in the capital did not know why His Majesty the King changed his temperament in the past month and even became like this. At present, it is estimated that only Marquis Philip knew the reason for this matter.
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