After all... the bla has already been placed on your head."
Kael nodded and said, "That's right, once the external environnt falls into a comprehensive disadvantage, we will inevitably face the siege of our opponents.
We ourselves are like dragons crossing the river. Being besieged on soone else's territory is really unpleasant. It's a small matter to be skinned; in more severe cases, we might directly drop dead on the spot and be devoured by others."
Bartlet nodded, laughing as he said, "So, how did you choose the second thod?"
Kael was silent for a mont, finally chuckling helplessly as he said, "In fact, the other thod is more difficult, but if it succeeds, it will almost be a one-ti solution."
"For example?"
"For instance, when the Yibel Federation becos the strongest nation in the world, bar none, and when the era of humans fully begins, other races will have to retreat...
At that ti, this kind of simple expansion model will be completely unnecessary, not to ntion whether this thing is tasty or not; when it cos to it, with a knife to their throats, even if it's shit, so will say it slls good."
"Hahaha... good! Well said! I knew you'd surprise !" Bartlet clapped with wild laughter.
Kael snorted lightly and continued, "Lord Bartlet, there's no need to deliberately test like this. Right now, this place is in my domain, and the surrounding area you see is all my people.
With such matters, it's fine to just say them directly."
Kael rubbed his temples.
Talking to such an old fox is laborious.
Initially, when he was guiding Kael to speak, Kael did not imdiately notice the problem, and really thought that the Bartlet Monarch was talking about his liking for the magic-modified squirrel fish.
But now, looking back carefully, you find the matters are far from being as simple as you thought.
The aning behind the words is evidently to test Kael's attitude toward certain things of enemy countries.
Delicacies?
Delicacies are rely a taphor.
They could refer to delicacies or to the voice of the Duchy, or even the voice of the Yibel Federation on certain matters.
In the magic domain, High Elves, as the origin, have the authority to interpret magic theory and the power to determine its reasonableness.
In the field of weapon crafting, the dwarves of Molten Furnace Castle are ticulous in their crafting of weapons, just as their reputation in the field of fine wines remains evergreen.
Another example is the voice of humans. Whether the Federation, which actually manages the people of Yibel, has more influence over its subjects, or the belief in the deities represented by Holy Briania holds greater sway over the entire human race.
These are issues Kael needs to consider for the future.
Often, Kael also feels hesitant. To be honest, from the current situation, in the early years of the goblin empire, many countries linked by Holy Briania each have the possibility of standing once more alongside Holy Briania.
Therefore, a subtle thought arose in his heart: "Lord Bartlet, back then, our war with the Forest of the High and Molten Furnace Castle was rely because these two nations tried to provoke our persistence for territory?"
"This question, you must think about yourself. Or... you can ask Duke Lion Heart about it. After all, when these things happened, I was still trapped in Holy Briania and couldn't escape on my own!"
Kael nodded.
The Yibel Federation had redeed the freedom of the Bartlet Monarch, during which considerable effort and significant costs were expended.
At that ti, the Bartlet Monarch should still have been under house arrest around the Holy Mountain.
Although the Bartlet Monarch could still freely enter and exit the chapel of the Holy Mountain, almost every day and night, he reportedly never escaped the monitoring of Holy Briania.
"However..." The Bartlet Monarch spoke again, attracting Kael's attention.
Kael slightly raised his head to look at this Magic Monarch and saw the faintly discernible smile on the Magic Monarch's face: "Kael, would you like to hear my story?"
"I'd love to listen."
...
It was many, many years ago.
In a small, impoverished, and backward city-state, a genius mage unlike any before was born.
For a long ti, this genius mage was unrivaled among the mages of his city-state's peers, and even many older mages were so weak compared to him.
To the extent that, for a considerable period, the genius mage looked down on many of his peers.
Strictly speaking, the only people he truly respected were those senior brothers and sisters who grew up with him under the guidance of a ntor.
Everyone held an extraordinary patience with him, believing that the genius mage was the most likely person in the field of Enchantnt to achieve a historic breakthrough.
By a stroke of chance, the genius mage's ntor assigned him a task to take their research results on Enchantnt Magic and travel a thousand miles to Holy Briania to attend a grand spell symposium.
The genius mage agreed without hesitation.
In his view, he himself was a genius, and the spells he and his ntor and senior brothers and sisters had developed were naturally also considered genius spells.
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