Black Iron Crown

Reiner interrupted their praise with a wave of his hand, and said, "As for the population we brought back, does anyone want it?"

After hearing his words, the lords looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they all expressed their opinions, saying that they did not want more burdens.

The land in the north is inherently barren and cannot support more people at all, and they haven't carried out agricultural reforms like Leiner, so they don't thirst for people.

An uncontrollable smile appeared on Reiner's face, and the population of 50,000 was collected by him in this way, and the population directly under his control has reached 250,000.

After distributing everything, the royal lords separated and rushed to their own territories.

The same is true for Reiner. Before leaving, the owner of Fort Angron, the Earl of Princeton, came to see him off in person.

"How long do you have to wait?" The Earl of Preston said with a smile, totally oblivious to the tension between him and Rainer when they were discussing the throne.

"I don't know. It's not impossible for a short period of two or three years, a long period of seven or eight years, or even a dozen years. It all depends on the situation!"

When the Earl of Preston spoke about the throne, the melancholy in Reiner's heart rose again, and he sighed and said helplessly.

"Then you should do it as soon as possible, otherwise things will change!" The Earl of Princeton patted Reiner's shoulder for the first time. He has always kept his understanding, and he competed with the gentlemen of the 18th and 19th centuries in Reiner's previous life.

Such shoulder pats or bear hugs were not worth mentioning to Earl Jollal, but it was big news when it happened to Earl Princeton.

Reiner smiled slightly, patted the opponent's arm as well, raised his whip and said, "If you really make a huge difference then, I don't mind giving you the title of duke!"

"Hmph, let's wait and see, first of all, you have to ascend to that position!"

"Let's see!" Reiner laughed, then patted the horse's butt and turned to leave.

The golden hair fluttered in the wind, and the Earl of Pushton stood on the horse and watched his back silently, and said in a faint voice: "If you can't do it, I will do it!"

Reiner understands the meaning of the Earl of Pushton. The current little emperor is still young and ignorant of the world, and has not yet established enough prestige. It may be even more difficult for him to dismount.

Leading more than 50,000 residents to the north,

Reiner is already looking forward to returning home. After his son was born, he has not seen his father. As a father, it is inevitable that he is a little incompetent.

At the beginning, he thought that he only needed to go to the south and get rid of the old man's danger before he could return. Who would have thought that this journey would take more than a year.

In the deliberative hall of the Teska Palace in the imperial capital, the lords of the Bookeden Kingdom and the upstarts of the Redcar Empire are gathering here, planning to discuss where the Bookeden Kingdom's army should go.

In other words, what kind of benefits do people in the Kingdom of Bukeden want to get from the empire.

The two sides sat on both sides of the two sides, whispering to each other, discussing today's topic.

"Earl Redmara, do we have to pay a higher price to please these people? I'm so poor that I can hardly afford to wear pants. You have to think of a way to make them stop talking!"

"Yes, Earl Redmara, we are already at the end of our rope!"

"You think of a way, Earl Redmara!"

The upstarts kept talking to Redmara, mostly nonsense they didn't want to pay for.

Earl Redmara was annoyed by these people, but he couldn't get angry on the spot, and he was extremely aggrieved.

Half an hour later, the servant at the door began to roll the roll.

"His Majesty King Satri, the legal ruler of the Kingdom of Bukeden, has arrived!"

"The Emperor of the Ridka Empire and the Empress of the Empire have arrived!"

King Satri held the little emperor's hand, followed by the queen, and walked slowly into the meeting hall.

King Satri walked in in high spirits, and today he is the well-deserved protagonist.

The three of them didn't walk fast, and it took them more than three minutes to walk in front of everyone.

The queen's pupils gradually shrank as she looked at the magnificent and incomparably majestic throne.

Because she found that her father had no intention of stopping here, and was still walking towards that throne.

The upstarts also fixed their gazes on King Satri, wanting to see what he was going to do.

The vassals of the Kingdom of Bukeden also looked at King Satri excitedly, and they almost cried out.

Among the upstarts, several people seemed to glare at the round stool, full of anger, looking at King Satri, who still didn't stop.

In this way, under everyone's watchful eyes, King Satri sat on the real emperor's throne, which symbolized the supreme authority of the emperor of the Ridka Empire and was built by the old emperor.

"this!"

"Damn it!"

"unacceptable!"

Several angry roars echoed in the hall, and several upstarts stood up angrily and loudly reprimanded King Satri for what he had done.

Although many of the upstarts are short-sighted and only value their own interests, there are also some among them who are very willing to maintain the empire. Many of them were nobles who joined the old emperor and followed the old emperor in the southern and northern wars. So very attached to the Empire.

They are only against the royal lords, and they still have a strong sense of identity with the Ridka Empire.

Before, they could tolerate King Satri sitting on the throne of the banquet hall, but now a person who is not the emperor sits on this supreme throne, and they can't bear it no matter what.

This is undoubtedly an insult to the Ridka Empire, the previous kings of the Merland family, and the old emperor Kafete, and it is also an insult to their old courtiers who followed the old emperor in the south and north.

King Satri frowned and looked at these people, feeling a little annoyed uncontrollably.

The vassals of the Kingdom of Bookern also spoke out to scold them for their rudeness.

"It was your king who was rude first! Can you take that position? The emperor is still there! Why do you sit in that position?" An old official among the upstarts shouted angrily.

He is already very old, with gorgeous hair, and wrinkles are like ravines all over his face.

He followed the old emperor to the north and south for a period of time, and now he has insulted the imperial power of the empire, which is no different from the past when he insulted him.

Earl Redmara also clenched his fists, and he also felt humiliated by King Satri's actions.

"Lord Redmara! Aren't you going to say a few words?"

Hearing these words, Earl Redmara still sat motionless in his chair, but his body trembled slightly.

Seeing that no one responded to his question, the old earl became even more angry. He turned to the queen and shouted, "Your Majesty! Don't you plan to take care of it? This is the seat of His Majesty the Emperor! King Satri sits on it." What kind of!"