The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

【…】

【fine--】

System 12345 comforted itself.

【At least I can see a quarter of it.】

The Saint No Empire.

"Your Majesty, I think I have made myself clear, haven't I?"

Governor Girona put down his tea and said, "That terrifying Khitan will lead his beast-like army and trample every city he sees."

"Oh." The current emperor of the Saint-Noire Empire, Foteni, held the astrology book in his hand and answered indifferently.

Because the emperor of the Saint-Noire Empire needs to go to the Eternal City to be crowned by the Pope before he can be considered legitimate.

The road to the Eternal City is mainly controlled by Milan and Willis.

As for the relationship between Milan and Shengnuo, it has never been harmonious.

Although they cannot be called close friends or relatives, they can at least be said to be blood enemies.

They all like to use swords and speak from their hearts.

Therefore, Philippine crowned her from the territory controlled by Willis.

So the Governor of Girona was able to get an audience with Philippe thanks to this favor.

Unfortunately, Phoebe didn't seem very interested in the Khitan threat theory exaggerated by Girona.

"Your Majesty, just imagine if a Khitan Caesar with his army passed through the empire's territory—what a horrific scene that would be."

"Nobles were hanged from flagpoles, the heads of loyal knights were piled into pyramids, and all women and children were killed..."

"Oh."

"..."

"The Saint-Noire Empire is a holy empire blessed by the Pope himself. Everyone in this world believes that the empire is the most important pillar of the Lord's protection of the world."

"Such glory is about to be tarnished by the hateful Khitan barbarians with their blood-stained scimitars."

"Oh."

"..."

Finally, Girona couldn't stand it anymore.

"Your Majesty, what would you do if the Khitans attacked your empire?"

"If you don't prepare early, will you wait for the Khitans to turn the Shengnuo Empire into a sea of ​​fire?"

"..." Feitini glanced at her with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"I heard that the Khitan Caesar was a beautiful young man?"

"Do you think he would want to develop a wonderful relationship with me?"

Girona almost fainted.

I know that Your Majesty has many lovers and is developing servants everywhere.

But is now the time to discuss this issue?

"I'm just kidding, don't worry." Feitney gave a charming smile.

"As long as you earnestly fulfill the conditions we agreed upon, Willis will not be destroyed."

Girona left with many thanks.

Soon after, Fletcher's staff came in.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, it was quite unwise for you to agree to that Willis man's action."

The Osman people, who were famous for their bravery, were all killed by the Khitans - isn't it like plucking a tiger's whiskers for us to protect Willis at this time?

Moreover, Your Majesty, it seems that you have a little bit of military strategy...

"What did I promise her?" Feitney looked at her staff innocently.

"..." The staff was stunned: "Your Majesty, didn't you say that you wanted to help the Willis people--"

"I only said that I wouldn't let Willis be destroyed. When did I ever say I would help the Willis people?"

“…” The staff had to admit that the emperor was indeed thick-skinned, worthy of being the emperor of the Shengnuo Empire.

"Okay, let's not talk about those boring things." Feitni stretched lazily with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Get a pen and paper ready—"

"Help me write a passionate love letter."

"The invincible Caesar—I suppose he is very brave wherever he is."

Chapter 65 - No Surrender

The nobles in Constantinople were in a panic.

Before, he was thinking of colluding with the Willis people and then conspiring with the patriarch to overthrow Augustus.

Now, the Willis people themselves are about to be finished.

What a bunch of pig teammates!

What’s even more infuriating is that the Osmanis were also finished.

Otherwise, they could at least contact the Osman people for external aid.

Now that's great, all those who can be of use are dead.

The Khitan Caesar had reached the city of Bursa across the sea, just one step away from the Norman capital.

They were afraid that they would be in trouble.

Although they nominally wanted to stage a coup—

But what if Caesar considered them traitors?

As we all know, the Khitan Caesar never used evidence in his trials, and the minimum sentence was basically the death penalty.

Everyone else was afraid that the nobles would unite to oppose, but he seemed to be afraid that these nobles would not unite to oppose.

I definitely can’t win by fighting—

You may not be able to outrun them even if you run.

So these dignitaries in the capital made a plan together.

It would be better to kill all the mercenaries boating on the Golden Horn.

They looted the Khitan Caesar's warehouses and took away a large amount of spices, sugar, silk and porcelain.

This is undoubtedly a staggering sum of money.

If we can help the Khitan Caesar recover this huge sum of money, then the Khitan Caesar will surely show some face for the sake of the money.

If this is the case, and he continues to massacre the nobles, will everyone dare to surrender in the future?

Just do it.

They had previously been colluding with the Willis and the mercenaries, and quickly tricked the unsuspecting mercenaries ashore.

What followed was a bloodbath.

"It should be safe now."

Looking at the mercenaries lying in a pool of blood with their eyes open, a noble took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Then he quickly ordered his subordinates: "Move everything back!"

"If you dare to miss a grain of pepper, I will kill you!"

"Let's go." He then said to the other nobles, "Let's go together to welcome our Caesar."

"Hey, why are all these red dots outside the city?"

Shu Yichao was very surprised. He originally thought they had to go into the city to clean up, but he didn't expect them to come out on their own initiative.

Since the other party is so polite, he can't refuse.

"rush!"

So he commanded the troops to rush over.

Looking at the cavalry galloping towards them in the dust, the nobles' faces turned green.

St. Sophia Cathedral.

"Patriarch!" The panicked priest rushed into the Patriarch's room, attracting everyone's attention.

"Oh no, something terrible has happened!" he shouted.

The patriarch, who was leading many priests to compile a new scripture based on the various texts he had obtained, put down the quill and book in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

"what's up?"

The priest who broke in was speechless.

Seeing the dissatisfaction in everyone's eyes, he straightened out his words.

"Dead, dead, all dead." He said tremblingly.

"Who died?" the Patriarch asked curiously.

"The people who went to greet Caesar." The priest took two deep breaths, his face pale. "Caesar killed them all!"

"Caesar's troops didn't even stop, they just marched forward—"

"So many people, all turned into meat paste!"

As he spoke, he almost vomited on the spot.

The people in the house began to show visible panic.

Did Caesar start a crazy and indiscriminate massacre?

This didn't seem strange—he'd always been half-crazy, so going completely crazy this time wasn't surprising.

Moreover, the Khitans who swept across the world in the past had almost the same style.

This is how to do?

There is no army in Constantinople that can fight against Shu Yichao!

If the enemy rushed into the city wall...

"Where are the Caesars?" The others were in a panic, but the Patriarch was calm and asked again.

The priest was silent for a moment before he said uncertainly, "It seems he didn't enter the city. He went north."

The Patriarch had a look on his face that said, "It's no big deal," and picked up his quill again. "Everyone, continue. It's okay."

"Huh?" The priest who entered looked at the Patriarch in confusion. "So many people died, all nobles—you call this okay?"

"That seems to be the case." The Patriarch thought for a moment and nodded, "It's still very troublesome to clean up."

"Find some people to clean it up."

Then he continued to greet everyone: "Well, I think this paragraph can be changed like this..."

The priest was still in a daze until he left the house.

Until a gust of cold wind blew on his face, making him shiver.

Yes, the nobles are asking for trouble and want to commit treason...

It wasn't me that Caesar killed.

Why am I excited?

The Patriarch is truly worthy of being the Patriarch.

The priest sighed as he prepared to gather people to clean up - it would probably take several days.

"Haven't we already reached a truce with the Norma Empire?!"