275: Chapter 152, Orc Invasion_2 275: Chapter 152, Orc Invasion_2 Hudson left quickly after talking.
Admitting one’s desires is not a disgrace, but to be controlled by them is a disaster.
This is a public place.
Any improper actions could attract attention from those with ill intentions.
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“Urgent military news!”
A gryphon cavalry landed from the sky in front of the royal palace.
Confidential military news was transmitted to Caesar III as quickly as possible by the guards.
“Urgent news from the Northern Border!
The Orcs are gathering their forces on the front line, war is imminent!
End the banquet ahead of schedule, and ministers, follow to convene an ergency eting.
All Fief Nobles, imdiately return to your territories to recruit troops and await the Kingdom’s call!”
Caesar III’s words ended the banquet unhappily.
The front-line military news was the best sobering soup, instantly waking everyone up from their indulgence.
Compared with the shocking news of the Orcs’ invasion, no woman was worth ntioning.
We have to go back!
Hudson was very dissatisfied with the abruptly ended trip to the Capital.
Many of his plans had not yet had a chance to be implented.
There are ambitious people in the court, and a chance to build relationships was prematurely ruined.
These things can’t be rushed, overly deliberate networking will only cause annoyance.
Early the next day, Hudson and several other nobles from the Southeastern Province set off to return, he didn’t even have ti to say goodbye to lissa.
With the war imminent, everything had to serve the war effort, and no one had the ti to be sentintal.
As for the affairs in the Capital, Hudson could only entrust them to his clann to handle.
In tis like these, he had to rely on the strength of the clan.
The Koslow Family had been in decline for many years, but the connections left by the ancestors hadn’t completely disappeared.
Previously, lack of contact was due to the awkwardness of being a distressed relative.
After all, the world of nobility is ruthless.
People only play with those of the sa level who have good relationships.
If a small noble forcefully tried to push their way into the upper circle, it would just lead to dislike.
Even if they were related by marriage, over ti it would beco annoying.
Unequal status and positions ant that, as the older generation passed on, direct interaction naturally decreased, but courtesy exchanges never stopped.
Now that the Koslow Family was back, Hudson, who lacked connections, naturally wanted to pick up this inheritance left by the family.
While he did not hope to obtain a lot of help, at the very least there would be soone to lead the way, avoiding fumbling about blindly.
Unsurprisingly, relationships that had managed to persist until now were mostly close relatives from previous tis.
A hundred years is enough to change many people and things, even the closest are now the third generation.
If it were any later, these last connections would slowly disappear with ti.
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At the Orc Empire, Crown Prince Alex’s camp had arrived at the front line.
Given the Bimon Emperor’s firm stance, Alex, who couldn’t fend off authority, had to reluctantly take charge of the front-line army.
After years of neglect, even if it was just an act, it had beco second nature.
Departing from his throng of beauties in the palace, Alex felt uncomfortable all over.
Moreover, being in the military camp and commanding the army made him feel ntally and physically fatigued.
“Butzweig, the eting of the five royal clans is about to begin, and I’m spread thin.
Take care of the military affairs more,” he said.
Compared to leading soldiers into battle, Alex felt that under his current situation, he was better suited for political gas.
The front-line political power struggle was rely a contest of who had the right to speak during warti.
As the leader of the Five Great Emperor Courts, no matter the outco of the power struggle, the Bimon Royal Court would get the largest piece of the cake.
There were no uniform standards for the division of political benefits.
Whether it was a gain or a loss, the average person wouldn’t be able to tell.
But leading soldiers into battle was different.
It involved real weapons and interactive combat.
If a defeat was suffered, it would be plain as day.
As the Crown Prince of the Bimon Tribe, the under-respected Alex couldn’t risk defeat.
Against such a backdrop, no matter how much he resented his nephew’s abilities, he had to entrust him with military affairs.
“Rest assured, Your Royal Highness, I will handle the military affairs well.
The Bimon Tribe’s army of twenty thousand will arrive at the front line in ten days.
Amongst the three hundred thousand vassal species’ troops, fifty thousand have been assembled while the rest will gradually be assembled in three months.
Together with the hundred thousand strong royal army stationed at the border, even just our family alone is enough to launch a large-scale war against the Human Race,” said Prince Butzweig slowly.
As a competitive contender for the throne of the Bimon Royal Court, Prince Butzweig had co to the front line early to earn military rit.
Regrettably, Bimon King clearly preferred his son and was willing to elevate Alex, widely recognized as useless, to the throne, rather than giving him an opportunity.
Despite his dissatisfaction, he understood King Bimon’s approach.
The Orc Empire didn’t have many moral constraints, and royal succession was never peaceful.
Bimon King was a strong staying power, if he opted for a capable Crown Prince, there was a strong possibility he would initiate a coup d’etat out of impatience.
By contrast, putting Alex, who he saw as a waste, in power, was easier to control.
Indulging in pleasure was no issue, because nobody expected him to amount to anything.
What Butzweig couldn’t understand was why his shrewd grandfather would send this useless crown prince to command their armies.
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