When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 953 - 318 Make Star Antimony Great Again

Chapter 953: Chapter 318 Make Star Antimony Great Again

“Since the Red Chancellor is so sad, should we comfort him? What do you think, Your Majesty… As for the heir, how is Little Lucien? Can he inherit the throne?”

Jester Laro asked with a smile, “That boy… Oh, I mean his esteemed Highness, indeed has some talent for alchemy—he can at least turn Gold Coins into copper coins. If we just try a little harder to reverse his talents, we Stibnites could really become wealthy.”

The implication was a dig at Lucien’s extravagant and wasteful habits, as well as a reminder to the King—the only heir Lucien he had not dismissed, also had a very close relationship with the despised Red Chancellor.

But the King couldn’t be bothered to deal with Old Laro’s sharp tongue.

He seriously shook his head and replied, “I have never even considered Lucien, for reasons you are aware of.”

Upon hearing his words, Jester Laro’s expression turned grave for a moment.

But soon, the jester regained his jocular demeanor, “My respected Majesty, you’re truly rare in your firm and bold stance this time… Forgive my frankness, but during the fifty years I’ve been with you, this is the longest you’ve held onto something. When you pass, I shall indeed drink a fine bottle to celebrate.”

“We’ve prepared so much, now it’s an inevitable move.”

Valentine VII just said, “Although this might anger Pengbonazi… but the ‘Principal’ will stand with us.

“Coincidentally, the recent incident in Leipzig has drawn their attention. Let the Academy and the Red Fortress clash… and then add fuel to the fire, Laro, get the Association involved too.”

“Of course, of course. You can rest assured with Old Laro handling it.”

Jester Laro chuckled, “If you want them to fight, then fight they shall. Old Laro might fail at making peace, but stoking fires is one of my specialties—though are you really sure? It’s your country, after all.”

“Stibnite needs a disaster.”

The old King calmly shook his head, “Red Chancellor, Black Chancellor, the Association, the Academy… none of them truly respect ‘Valentine’. Do you know what I thought when His Holiness executed that Succubus?”

“You must have thought—well done, splendidly executed!” the jester yelled.

“Indeed, I nearly clapped my hands in delight. He did well, decisively killing on the spot.”

The old King smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming more pronounced, “Those people could never have imagined that their grand plan would be thwarted this way.”

“I think, Your Majesty… you might as well directly reveal the secret of the destruction of the Helasal Empire to them.”

“It’s useless, they won’t believe it. If I try to stop them from performing the Ring of Ouroboros ceremony, I fear they would kill me—such are the Transcenders. Twilight, Transcendence, Love… the many plagues left by the era once gone are now fulfilling one by one…”

The old King whispered, sinking back into his chair making him seem much smaller, but his old and authoritative voice remained calm and rational: “The Little Queen from Avalon is doing a great job. If power can’t be controlled, better to smash it.

“Let them fight; Stibnite needs a well-timed disaster—I was planning to target the Goblins first, but that ploy didn’t come to fruition…

“Before everything ends, we’ll need to find a way to deal with them, then we won’t have to pay our debts. But once the debt issue is resolved, dealing with the counterfeit money Heinrich produced will be troubling.”

“That was your acquiescence, wasn’t it? You said I shouldn’t interfere…”

“Yes, that was my plan for this moment. If in the end we can’t cover the hole, we’ll seize his Leipzig property to settle the debts. Or kill him, and he can take the blame… If the economy is stabilized, then issue credit currency, just like the Avalonians.

“—But enough of that. In a few days, after I have killed ‘Louise’, our plan will officially begin. It’ll be tough on you then.”

“Oh, Old Laro will be sobbing.”

Jester Laro feigned wiping non-existent tears, his language still sharp, “Your current Queen Consort is Red Chancellor’s ‘daughter’ and his lover. If his daughter met with misfortune, which father could bear it? If his lover was framed, which man could endure it? Oh, perhaps your father could endure it. Maybe you could too.”

“Thus it is with a Monarch, Laro. Let me take this gamble…”

The old man sighed, his eyes eerily calm, “Perhaps I should never have regretted it. After Louise was transformed into the Son of the Moon, that incurable disease was already healed… If at that time I had continued to transfer the Principal’s stored soul back into her, perhaps I could have spent the rest of my life with her… What do you think, Laro?”

“Yes, yes. Or it might have completely corrupted her soul, trapping it permanently within that shell, never returning to the Dream Realm. Of course, there’s also the possibility that your beloved Queen Consort would eternally mourn after your death, and decades later, find a new young Crown Prince, and then scream every night.”

Jester, with his clown-like tone, spoke boldly, “Of course, maybe it won’t take decades. Humans are very forgetful, and the Son of the Moon even more so.”

If this had been any other Monarch, such audacious remarks would be enough to warrant execution.

Yet the old man completely ignored him—

His heart was as if frozen, no matter how much the other party provoked, only a minor ripple could arise: “So, I must let her die. As for my soul, it will forever stay together with Louise’s soul.”

“Your Majesty.”

The jester’s expression turned serious, and his tone suddenly became normal: “Are you sure?”

“I am sure, I indeed no longer wish to venture into the Dream Realm. Louise has waited for me for so long, and if we were merely to shatter together in the rivers of the Dream Realm, it would somewhat be unfair to her wait.”

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Valentine VII spoke calmly, the bright yellow brilliance in his pupils blending with the dim yellow: “Coincidentally, none of my children are suitable successors…

“If we could wake again, The Eternal King will once again reign over Stibnite. I will be reborn with Louise in a brand new shell, rise from the grave, and lead my people to overthrow the now incurable Stibnite, restoring the great deeds of our predecessors. Rebuild the kingdom on that decaying land.

“Avalonians have revered the path of Authority for so long, yet their regime is stable enough to be considered peaceful and content; our intensely effortful bribed Minister of Commerce was discovered and executed without accomplishing anything, and the military’s retaliatory strikes are orderly and controllable. The Authority Force has truly turned them into a formidable nation.

“On the contrary, the Helasal Empire is so powerful, yet due to the intense conflicts of the nine Paths, it leads to continuous internal strife, draining its strength, ultimately crumbling…

“Now look at Parthia and Horus, they resemble us, yet they also face chaos and decline in monarchic power due to internal factional disputes… This sufficiently proves that on a national level, the path of the Path should be refined not excessive.

“Taking Avalon’s approach as a reference—they prioritize Authority over Dedication, while we can absolutely put Balance before Dusk.

“Last night’s promotion of the Banquet Celestial is just the beginning. A chaotic era has already arrived, and more Angel Envoys will become Celestial Marshals… The principal promised me, The Winter Maiden is soon to be elevated, just missing the final step of the ritual—turning a mortal Monarch into a Winter Undead.

“By then, although we won’t have the protection of the Pillar God, we will have our own Stibnite protection by the Celestial Marshal. And what we need to do is just to eliminate all factions of Transcendence and love… After all, a bunch of chaotic ministers, a bunch of monsters, there’s nothing we need to retain.”

Without the provocation of Jester Laro, the old King’s speech and mood became even more tranquil.

His voice gradually lost its fluctuations, like an old man telling bedtime stories to his grandson, full of deathly stillness. His skin gradually frosted and then thawed, and his sclera turned visibly yellowish, like a tree about to wither: “If they insist on holding that damned ritual… then let them die for it.”

“But what if you don’t wake up in the end, Your Majesty?”

Laro finally spoke: “Two souls resurrected into one body—this seems too far beyond common sense. Perhaps you would like Albert to create for you a corpse with two heads?

“—And if you don’t wake up, what should I do?”

This hair-like-cauliflower, always uttering nonsense Jester, now stood straight with solemnity.

His pupils clearer and more upright than most people in Stibnite.

“Then you host the monarch selection ritual for me.”

Valentine VII responded without hesitation: “I have only one requirement—that Valentine VIII must be an adequate Balancer. Although we plan to ally with The Winter Maiden, there’s no need to completely gamble Stibnite away. That would make us look too despicable, and despised by others.”

“Yes, My respected Majesty…”

Laro deeply bowed, as if mourning a body.

But no sooner had he bowed than, as though something suddenly occurred to him, he tilted his head upward toward the old King and asked: “Then, you mean… Lady Freya? There’s no more outstanding Alchemist than her… and she’s rather idle too.”

“Lady Freya is not to be considered… her mother is Lady Sprengel.”

Valentine VII stated seriously: “That lady was the Queen Consort of Valentine I—wouldn’t that mix up the generations?

“Her mother is Lady Kingsford.”

Laro reminded.

“It’s all the same.”

The old King shook his head: “Don’t say that, I might not necessarily die. Seven is the number of Authority, and also was the number of ‘Strength,’ while eight is the number of Transcendence, this perhaps signifies that the eighth Valentine should be a Transcender. Think about it carefully, this is actually very auspicious—I am both a Monarch and a ‘Valentine’, and I will overthrow and rebuild Stibnite… This can also be considered an act of Transcendence.

“My actions align with the Holy Number, perhaps the Pillar God would also wish to see such a future.

“—Let the future Valentine VIII lead Stibnite to its resurgence.”

Thus concluded the old King.