The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 1067 - 1064 Too High Profile

The knight class has always been synonymous with ambition—at least in the newly born Flame Kingdom, where knights had not yet become corrupt and still maintained zeal.

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The grand coronation, with the ending of the noon banquet, came to a perfect close, but the effects it brought about quickly rippled inwardly and outwardly.

Feudal nobles had already departed Flame Island, taking with them the serfs and followers previously allocated to them, bound for their own fiefs.

Particularly a batch of high-ranking nobles, who took a large number of serfs, reducing the population of Flame Island from five million to three million in an instant. Two million of those were direct subjects of Liszt, while the remaining million were subjects of the city nobles—city nobles who didn’t have investiture rights but could support knights.

The city nobles, also known as the knights of the Burning Legion, took over the administrative powers of several cities.

However, many more cities remained under Liszt’s name; after losing a large population, these cities needed a vast number of people to replenish all sectors of industry.

In an era without automation or industrialization, the population was the most critical labor force.

Liszt had only been excited for one day before being entangled in a multitude of kingdom affairs, even though he had formed an outer cabinet and inner cabinet, still, many decisions required his input.

“Your Majesty…”

“Father, just call me Liszt, there’s no need for royal titles between us,” Liszt, having a soul from Earth, couldn’t adapt to the relationship where his father became his follower—although he knew that in ancient China, such cases occurred too.

He vaguely recalled it was during the Qing Dynasty or Ming Dynasty.

There was an emperor who had no sons, hence he adopted a child from the royal family as his heir.

After this child ascended the throne, he still struggled to manage relationships with his own father, engaging in a grand struggle with the ministers.

Fortunately, the Flame Kingdom was created by Liszt himself; he could set the rules as he pleased.

Li Weiliam Tulip showed a relieved smile, although he didn’t mind bending the knee to his own son—a trivial matter under the Knight system.

However, Liszt’s attitude pleased and gratified him, “Liszt, now with the feudal nobles moving out, Flame Island is about to face the trouble of population shortage.”

“What’s the Outer Cabinet’s method of handling this?”

“The Outer Cabinet has discussed several times, undecided, but there are two plans. The first is to suspend the new city plans, stabilize the cities already developed, waiting for the population to gather and increase before considering new city construction. The second plan is to immediately launch a Pioneer Mandate war to plunder population.”

Liszt thought briefly, didn’t respond directly, but asked, “How far has the joint plan with the Steel Ridge Kingdom progressed?”

Li Weiliam Tulip shook his head, somewhat helplessly replying, “Although the Steel Ridge Royal Family has decided to cooperate with our kingdom to divide up the Eagle Kingdom, the specific details and profit-sharing schemes are not something that can be finalized in a short time.”

“Direct contact with King Osborne, have him urge his nobles—war is better sooner than later, and we can’t give the Eagle Kingdom a chance to react.”

“Osborne is all show, on the surface a bold and able king, but in reality, he’s just a cautious custodian. According to the Magic Platform messages sent by the Blood Servant from the City of Steel, Osborne’s multiple meetings end up with ministers arguing back and forth, still without any concrete results.”

“He’s useless, rotten wood cannot be carved…” Liszt couldn’t help but curse aloud, “I lead the Dragon Slaying Battle, he leads the knight charge, we split the Eagle Kingdom equally—such a simple arithmetic problem, and yet he needs so long to think about it… Has it been over a year now?”

“It’s been a year and a half, and it was I who personally went on a mission to the Steel Ridge Kingdom to finalize the plan,” said Li Weiliam Tulip.

“So dragging; if it weren’t for my knights being insufficient, unable to swallow the whole Eagle Kingdom, I would have taken my dragons and attacked directly.” This wasn’t merely bragging; on the level of a Dragon Knight, he was invincible, just let down by his subordinates’ weakness.

For the Flame Kingdom to swallow the Eagle Kingdom alone, the risk was too great.

It might not just involve the Eagle Kingdom, but also include Steel Ridge and Blast Furnace Fortress, even possibly a few other nearby kingdoms—it was hard to say the Eagle Kingdom wouldn’t seek external help, especially since the Eagle Royal Family had once revealed Sacred Dragon news to the Kushan Imperial, and in desperation, anything could happen.

Teaming up with the Steel Ridge Kingdom and distributing some interests to appease the surrounding kingdoms was the only way to smoothly swallow the Eagle Kingdom.

Li Weiliam Tulip suddenly said, “Liszt, there’s a point worth debating—the appearance of eight dragons at the national founding ceremony… I worry that with your increasing deterrence, the Steel Ridge Royal Family might abandon the cooperation.”

“Father, you mean Osborne could have been frightened by my speed of Dragon Riding?”

“Yes, you’ve ridden the Sacred Dragon, the Fire Dragon, the Magic Metal Dragon, and now the Water Dragon, all within a few years… Each dragon you add makes the three major kingdoms apprehensive about you. I’m more worried that the three major kingdoms might have already started forming an alliance.”

“Any signs?”

“Not yet, but I can’t rule out the possibility.”

Liszt frowned; such a possibility indeed wasn’t out of the question. If he were king of the three major kingdoms, he would also be extremely wary of himself. The royal families of the three major kingdoms, after hundreds or thousands of years, had gathered only a few, a dozen dragons, yet he had done so in just a few years.

Thinking of this, he sighed with some self-reproach, “It seems I indeed have been too high-profile; next time I ride a Dragon, it should probably be kept on a deserted island, not to be overly exposed.”

Beside him, the Duke of Tulip Island, pretending not to care, picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.