.One Hundred and Thirty-seven, Everyone's Decision

"Today's style is... a bag head tied with a ribbon? It seems too childish!"

Looking at her image after finishing dressing in the mirror, Princess Alanita asked in surprise, "Since adulthood, I have never dressed like this for more than a hundred years..."

"Your Highness, didn't you say you should make it as refreshing as possible?" The female servant narrowed her eyes and covered her mouth and smiled, "The weather outside is so stuffy now. If you put your head off, you will be wet with sweat if you don't walk a few steps----Aren't you planning to go to the Mayan temple today? There is no magic air conditioner there. The latest chapter is provided by Qian/Zai/Chinese/Text/Net.com to read online"

"What you said makes sense, but you can't wear a princess crown like this..." Alanita took out her mitral crown decorated with diamonds and pearls from her handbag, and gestured on the heads that raised the two bags, "At that time, we will meet a few Mayan tribal elders. If you don't dress up more orthodox, you will be ridiculed by the indigenous people in the colonies!"

She tried several times over and over again, but the ductility of the Mithril crown was obviously not ideal. Every time she was stuck on two buns like buns, making Alanita's whole face wrinkled.

"Forget it, help me spread my head!" After the ninth time of Princess Crown, the princess sighed and threw the Misilver head crown onto the coffee table. "For ten seconds, I will come up with a cool and able to wear the Princess Crown." She said docilely.

"How about combing a ponytail?" The female servant, who looked very young last year, but had a certain breast, bit her finger and thought for a moment, suddenly smiled, "This does not affect the head crown, it is easy to dissipate heat, and it is also more convenient to comb."

"Ponytail? I'm not a female warrior." After hearing this bad idea, Alanita rolled her eyes very indecently, "Wearing a dress and combed a ponytail, this inappropriate look will definitely make people laugh out loud!"

"Then just comb two braids." The female servant then came up with a more stubborn idea, "Paired with a pair of round glasses...Puchi. This must be very interesting..."

Princess Alanita immediately felt depressed and dragged the female official into her arms, then skillfully used the breasts to rub her in amid her cry, "Hmph, braids... Are you itchy in your little hooves? Think I'm a country bun!"

"Hehe. Your Highness. Don't be angry! I saw that Your Highness was in a bad mood today. I just made a few jokes with you... Please don't take it to your heart. Hahaha. It's so itchy..."

Just as Alanita and her maid were rubbing and pinching each other because of their styling problems, the door of the dormitory was knocked out in an inappropriate manner.

"What's the matter?" Alanita raised her head from the female official's plump breasts and responded with some displeasure.

"The Royal Intelligence Agency transfers to the place where the military information is briefed regularly! It means that you need to sign for it yourself!"

Military Information Brief? Is it another pile of bad news that makes me feel both headache and powerless? Alanita yawned disapprovingly. "Put it on my desk first. Let me talk until I have free space."

"This...sorry. Your Highness. Today, the place where he sent it was accompanied by a magical emergency. If it cannot be opened and opened and opened within one hour, the briefing will be automatically burned!"

"...Blessing the anti-leakage magic? The Intelligence Agency is really luxurious... Okay. Come in!" The princess was obviously stunned for a moment, then reluctantly patted the beauty in her arms and beat her away. At the same time, she turned around and became busy in front of the mirror, trying to recover the already messy pink makeup style as quickly as possible.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a handsome guard pushed the door and blushed with the female servant with a flushed face. She broke her shirt and broke a big hole. She was obviously used to this kind of silence. He first raised his hand and saluted a military salute, then took out a flat golden envelope from his arms. He respectfully picked it up with both hands and handed it to Princess Alanita.

When he reached out to take the envelope and saw the familiar flower-like magic seal on the sealing fire paint, Alanita's eyelids couldn't help but jump. This was a private seal for Queen Akdina. The colorful magic lights were jumping on the complex floral decorative patterns. If they could not be removed with the correct catalyst, the miniature spell trap attached on it would burn the entire envelope into ashes--of course, the cost of this confidentiality method was also scary. In Alanita's impression, if it weren't for the shocking super heavy news, the mother who has always been thrifty would never be so extravagant and wasteful.

His Highness took out her seal ring from her wallet, entered a trace of magic, and pressed it at the flower-like seal, and the hard fire paint quietly evaporated into a ball of gas. Before the fire paint melted, she couldn't wait to extract the documents and browse them at a glance.

Although the information recorded above is not particularly large, each of them made Alanita feel a burst of shock.

"... At the end of December last year, our army's roundabout troops went through many difficulties and finally broke into the hinterland of the enemy country. After fighting fiercely for more than a month, they annihilated nearly 100,000 enemy troops. They massacred more than ten cities and destroyed the Incas' holy land Time Temple, forcing the pseudo-sun god they worshipped to sleep and were unable to give any magic skills... But our army's losses were also extremely heavy. At the beginning of the expedition, the 10,000 Royal Guards, 15,000 Marines, 15,000 indigenous vassals, and forty dragon knights funded by major churches were wiped out. Lieutenant General Daniel and Admiral Paris were lucky to be rescued and were taken out of the battlefield by Marshal Toulouse's small fleet. There were less than 100 people in the rest of their lives..."

"... Since invading the Inca capital Cusco, except for a small fleet sent by the navy, various armies have never continued to push further. A large number of so-called reward groups with unknown identities have recently entered the military camps semi-publicly, spreading speeches everywhere, and bewitching people's hearts. There are many slanderous words to Her Majesty the Queen, and the military police ignored it..."

"...The undercurrents of various armies gathered in Cusco City, and there are often secret gatherings between middle and senior officers, and the specific content is unknown... The last small group of Wang Jia Guards and Marines stranded on the Cusco front are actually under house arrest. After Lieutenant General Daniel and Admiral Paris returned to Cusco from the Temple of Time, they were thrown into prison by Marshal Cruze. Major General Gilbert, the chief of staff of the Western Expedition Army, has not appeared in public for a long time..."

"... According to investigation, Marshal Kruze invited a large number of pastors to watch the ceremony in the name of preparing for the celebration, and has not been there yet, and there are often suspicious people entering the city of Cusco. The original scattered and hoarded ammunition and medicine supplies in various villages and towns in the rear. After the celebration, it has been transferred to Cusco one after another, and announced that it is to prepare to launch a new scale attack to completely annihilate the remaining resistance forces of the Incas..."

After finally reading these information written in the smallest font, Alanita rubbed her sour eyes and picked up the cool iced lemon tea. While siping in small mouthfuls to cool down, she tried and deduced the meaning contained in it - to confuse soldiers, connect officers, control some generals, accumulate strategic materials, and contact major churches... The conclusion she came to was chilling and her hands and feet were cold.

"Does Cruze's great-grandfather intends to form an alliance with the churches that have been suppressed recently, and to carry out the largest mutiny since the founding of the People's Republic of China... and another glorious revolution?!"

Thinking of this terrifying possibility, the princess's hand couldn't help but tremble suddenly, and several large drops of tea splashed out, soaking the envelopes and documents.

Her great-grandfather, Queen Akdina's grandfather, and Marshal of the Field Marshal, Marshal Cruze, has turned 800 years old this year. Even among the elves famous for their longevity, he can be regarded as an absolute old birthday star. He witnessed the revival of the elves kingdom in decline, and from a remote island expanding like a balloon to the world empire that dominates the world. He also personally experienced the painful years of royal power falling and eventually becoming a puppet and a puppet. Because the elves are inherited by maternal blood, Marshal Cruze also has the purest royal bloodline of the golden elf, and he is also fully qualified to ascend the throne and become king!

More importantly, unlike the elf queens who believed in Angres, the goddess of elf life, most of the descendants of Marshal Cruze and his family were devout believers of the destiny of elves and the history of the god of elves. The church of Lebelas was the most severely suppressed and cleansed by the royal family some time ago...

Even the other churches were just dissatisfied with the current dominance of the Angris Church and the monopoly of the royal family. Moreover, for those ambitious landbiologists, a dying old man who was about to hold his legs was obviously much easier to control than a shrewd queen in her prime.

Use resentment and interests to win over senior generals, use the power of faith to unite the lower-class officers and soldiers, eliminate dissidents with the hands of the enemy, and then rely on the church's network of relations to blossom from all sides... Unconsciously, through the integration of several forces, the conditions for another national military coup have been fully ripe!

"How can I...How can I do this kind of thing again!" Alanita twitched all over and muttered to herself with a pale face, "How can the royal power that has finally been restored...become a foreigner again!"

She knew very well that even though the wealthy Mazka continental colony was successfully recovered, the goblin royal family was still extremely weak. After all, the huge naval fleet could not fight on land, and the most elite and reliable land forces - the Wong Kar Guards and Marines - were consumed most of the expedition. The new troops recruited recently have not yet formed combat power. However, the major churches have a large number of paladins and combat priests who can conquer battles, plus the terrifying incitement ability of religious organizations... Alanita could not even imagine it anymore.

The reason why he chose Marshal Cruze as the actual commander of the Western Expedition Army was that he considered that hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the front line were unstable and had many hidden dangers, and he hoped to stabilize this unreliable huge force by the royal family. Unexpectedly, he shot himself in the foot and released a white-eyed wolf. Although it was a bit disrespectful to arrange his elders in this way, in the eyes of Princess Alanita, her great-grandfather, who was fascinated by the Supreme Throne, was really more hateful than the dark elves!

But even after understanding this conspiracy, what did she do? The terrain situation in Cusco City is no longer reversible. The headquarters of Tikal City has only more than a thousand reliable guards, and is not the opponent of hundreds of thousands of troops. The naval fleet can block the river channel, but it cannot block the land route - the road is over, and the rainy season with difficult operations has ended.

Alanita sighed a long time and blew the letter to the ground. She was about to lower her head to pick it up, but she found a small piece of paper stuck behind the letter. When she looked over, she saw a few lines of familiar handwriting immediately.

"Dear daughter, I have arrived with the remaining Wong Guard and all the light warships that can sail in the river. I am expected to meet you within a week. Then I will quietly touch Cusco together, which will scare your overly energetic great-grandfather..."

Queen Akdina's tone in the letter was still as teasing and relaxed as usual, and Alanita finally calmed down. But when she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel extremely melancholy.

"Great-grandfather has made his decision, and so is my mother. Now it's my turn... I really don't want to fight another civil war!"

She put down the teacup in her hand, stood up, looked at the heat-waving street scene outside the window, and sighed in a low voice.

"God bless... I hope everything can be resolved peacefully! The fragile kingdom can no longer bear a new division, and our family can no longer withstand more self-killing... May God bless my clan!"

A strong eagle hovered in the blue sky for a few times, then a clear hissing sound turned around and flew towards the western plateau.
Chapter completed!