In the morning, the Chamber was held to discuss the various industries of the kingdom - the direction and mode of development of agriculture and commerce, the development of industry, the management of the casters, the management of the city, etc., all of which were discussed in one and a half days.

In the afternoon, at fourteen o'clock sharp, after announcing the 'continuation of the meeting,' King Krylov III said solemnly: "Now, then, let us discuss the matter which I mentioned yesterday!"

"Should the title be conferred on someone other than a mage, and ...... Whether officials are selected only among the nobility!"

The corners of Krylov III's mouth hooked, "The latter one was my temporary idea, but isn't it just right to talk about this now?

It's finally here!

All the nobles cheered up, the big nobles opened their eyes, and the black dragon also grinned, leaned back in his chair, and prepared to watch a good show.

"Your Majesty, no!"

As soon as Krylov III's words fell, a nobleman stepped forward to stop Krylov III.

Viscount Doyle stood up tremblingly, and some even wondered if he would just fall and die—if only that were the case, this '-stirring stick'!

No matter how obvious the Royalists' malice was, Viscount Doyle did not live as they wished, and although his body was not so strong, he would live for at least a few years.

"We are the rightful heirs of the Arcane Empire, we ......"

"But the Arcane Empire has been expelled from the material plane!" Krylov III directly tore his face and said viciously, "Don't mention the Arcane Empire again! The Arcane Empire is the Arcane Empire, we are us!"

Viscount Doyle's hand gripping the cane trembled slightly, not because of fear, not because of lack of strength, but because of anger, because of anger!

"Your Majesty—" he shouted at Krylov III, but his words were interrupted by Krylov III again.

"What do you want to say?" Viscount Doyle!" Krylov III looked at him condescendingly, "old thing, what else do you want to say?"

The faces of many nobles changed.

It wasn't what they expected!

In their expectation, even if Krylov III had to break with the local aristocracy, he should be polite, and not 'scolding' like he is doing now—just an 'old thing', in the eyes of these nobles, it is no different from scolding, after all, it is a king who says this, and it should not be so vulgar.

"Words have power, and a lie repeated a hundred times will become the truth!, old thing, if you don't want to be pointed out by a thousand people, then you can sit down for me now!" Krylov III sat on his throne and scolded Viscount Doyle.

Viscount Doyle's face turned pale, and even the maid looked sideways, and found that the faces of several big nobles had also become ugly, not only from the local faction, but also from the royalists, obviously they did not expect Krylov III to show such an appearance in front of these nobles.

Viscount Doyle's hands holding his cane were trembling, and he was like an angry bull, panting heavily, and people couldn't help but worry that he would be angry and die because he couldn't get his way out of his breath.

His lips could be seen moving, but he didn't say a word, not until the end - Viscount Doyle sat down slowly, still looking angrily at Krylov III with his cloudy eyes, and did not take his eyes off him after sitting down.

Viscount Doyle had already foreseen his death, just a few years later, so he didn't dare to make a name for himself.

He was dying, so he did not dare to argue with Krylov III, for he knew that if he had said those words, they would be conveyed to the civilians of Greenland by the clerks and heralds, and that would ruin his reputation, and perhaps someone would run to his grave and do something disgusting after his death.

So he didn't dare!

Even if the situation was spread outside, the heralds would only say, 'Krylov III is for the benefit of the people, and he will angrily rebuke Viscount Doyle,' and they will not speak for a local nobleman like him.

"I have called you not to discuss with you, but to inform you!"

Krylov III stood up and looked at these nobles 'from above', "I am the king of this country, and the period when the 'Supreme Council' ruled the kingdom has long passed! How many of you are transcendent mages? The weakest of the 'Supreme Council' of the Arcane Empire are 'legends', don't dream if you don't have strength!"

Krylov III has woken up to the fact that in this world, only strength is the truth, why did his father fail to unify the kingdom, and why did the powerful nobles disobey him?

All because his strength is too weak and his fists are too small!

In the face of great power, no matter what the identity, it is useless.

Now that he has enough strength, it doesn't matter if he doesn't win the power of the Sorrowful Wind Leader, the power of the royalist party is enough to resist the local faction, although he lacks the power to make a final decision, but those nobles are the root of the kingdom's decay, and they are exploited by them or join his side, and they can be reused......

As long as there is still a little sense, he will choose to join his side!

The Grim Wind Leader had set an example for him, and after studying the Grim Wind Lord's management system, he had a little bit of a desire to make the head maid his queen, if it weren't for the fact that it would make the black dragon hostile to him, and she wouldn't necessarily agree, he would have brought it up to him a long time ago.

He had never met such a woman who made him so excited, he and his queen were only a political marriage, although he also had a five-year-old son, but his personality was a little timid, he once thought about sending his son to study in the Sorrowful Wind Territory, but before he could do so, the old duke had already died of illness, which was also a pity for him.

The experience of growing up in the Sorrowful Wind Collar as a child influenced his life, so now he is a king with ideals.

His queen is the daughter of the current Marquis of Aroella, who would not have joined the royalists if it weren't for his daughter.

He wanted the royal family to get rid of the control of the powerful aristocracy, and hoped that the kingdom would become a great power on the continent, and not be in gradual decline, as it is now.

The greedy aristocracy is the root of corruption, not that the nobles in the royalist party can be wise, but they are already on their side, if they betray, the price will be too great, no one likes the betrayer, so they will not betray easily.

The royalist nobles must listen to him and make rectifications, maybe they don't understand, but they must rectify their own territory!

"I will issue a decree so that the whole kingdom will know about it! I am here this time to make an announcement, a notice, different from before, not to discuss!"

The towering Krylov III glanced at the audience, "Does anyone have an opinion? If there is an opinion, please put it forward - don't get me wrong, I will not make any changes to the plan, I will not listen to opinions, just let you give opinions, lest you call me a dictatorship!"

"So, is there anyone else who has an opinion?"

"If you have no opinion, it's decided!"

As soon as Krylov III finished speaking, the Marquis of Elfaro coughed twice and stood up with the Duke of Valho.

The Marquis of Lessinger and the other two local nobles hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up.

The Marquis of Elfaro glanced indifferently at the three great nobles, then looked at Krylov III and said, "Your Majesty, we have an opinion!"

Krylov III looked at the five of them with mocking eyes, and snorted lightly: "Sir Elfaro, what do you mean by this?"

The Marquis of Elfaro is old, but only physically old, and his heart has never aged old.

"Ahem, Your Majesty, you have violated our interests, and according to the oath made by our ancestors, even if we are enemies of you, there is nothing wrong with it. Moreover, we can impeach you, and if we impeach more than two-thirds of all the nobles, we will re-elect the king!"

"This is the promise made by our ancestors!"

The Marquis of Elfaro said heart-warming words, and many of the nobles present couldn't help but feel thrilled when they heard his words.

Although they had never heard of it, judging by the expressions of their His Majesty the King and the other great nobles, it should be true!

Krylov III scoffed: "And then?"

The Marquis of Elfaro said slowly: "His Majesty Krylov I, the 'Great Virtuous King', made a pact with our ancestors that in the presence of His Excellency the Duke of Grief, we could impeach the king and elect a new king......

He looked at the black dragon with an excited face, and suddenly grinned.

"Now, we want to impeach you, His Majesty Krylov III!"