<strong>Chapter 1852: Chapter 1852: The Art of Kingship</strong>
“Since when do I need to consult with you about what I do?”
Den Marsh sat on the chair, pulled out the ck Dragon Sword at his waist, and thrust it into the ground fiercely!
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The marble floor was directly pierced.
Frederick Jackson shivered, hurriedly smiling apologetically, “Your Majesty, what are you talking about?”
He made a slight gesture behind his back with his right hand.
A n leader understood the gesture and quietly left the military affairs office to inform the Marsh brothers.
This matter should be left to Hayden Marsh and others to handle.
Frederick Jackson did not want to bear the infamy.
He made his position clear.
Whatever happens in the future, it would have nothing to do with him.
He would live a peaceful life as a majorndowner.
But the n leader had just left for only a short while before being brought back.
“Who goes there!”
At the entrance.
A few n guards drew their des, pointing at Julius Reed, “How dare you act so recklessly in Neolle Leocadia!”
The n leader who went out to report was grabbed by the neck by Julius Reed and brought back to the military affairs office.
“Put down your weapons,” Den Marsh waved his hand. “He’s with me.”
“Your person?” Frederick Jackson looked up, ncing. “He looks very unfamiliar. I’ve never seen him before.”
He was familiar with the people around the ck Pine League king.
The young man in front of him was apletely new face.
And besides, when did a king on the run have a guard with him?
It simply didn’t make any sense!
“Frederick!”
Den Marsh shouted sternly, “What exactly are you doing? Rebellion?”
“This… hehe.” Frederick Jackson looked troubled, “Your Majesty, but that’s your uncle.”
Rather than letting Den Marsh secure the throne, they preferred letting Hayden Marsh and others take power.
Grown-ups understand reason.
Children are prone to cause trouble.
“Tell me, what were you up to?”
Julius Reed tossed the n leader in front of Den Marsh, smiling as he asked.
“Who are you to question me!”
The small n leader was stubborn; he couldn’t easily divulge information.
“From today onwards, anything he does represents my will. Speak, or don’t speak!”
Already filled with anger, Den Marsh grew even more furious upon seeing his subordinate’s attitude!
In their eyes, did he even exist?
“Your Majesty, I didn’t do anything wrong, just went out to use the restroom.” Of course, the n leader wouldn’t speak, and definitely wouldn’t betray Frederick Jackson.
Whatpetency could such a young king have?
With internal and external troubles, Den Marsh waspletely sidelined.
They were still kneeling and calling him king.
Just giving him face!
“Not telling the truth.” Den Marsh pulled the ck Dragon Sword from the ground and thrust it into his chest!
Blood sttered everywhere.
Frederick Jackson’s clothes and face were covered in hot blood.
“ying for real?”
He got up at once, taking several steps back.
If it came down to it, he wouldn’t treat Den Marsh with courtesy.
“Den Marsh, we respect you, call you king. But you’re nothing but a figurehead!”
Frederick Jackson said coldly, gesturing with his hand.
The doors of the military affairs office were closed.
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The n leaders were also looking at him with malicious intent.
Who could guarantee that the next to be killed wouldn’t be them?
Just a puppet.
Anyone with eyes could see that Den Marsh was an abandoned child.
Moreover.
This king came inside wanting to deal with his own uncle.
The two people managing affairs within Neolle Leocadia probably also hoped for his death.
“Frederick, are you nning a rebellion?” Den Marsh drew his sword, asking coldly.
The emperor’s dignity began to manifest in him.
“Heh. Den Marsh, today I’ll teach you how to be a king.” Frederick Jackson folded his hands behind his back, looking coldly at Den Marsh, with a hint of disdain in his tone, “If you want to eliminate your uncle, first you need to win our support.”
“Why should we support you? Only if your promise to us far surpasses that of your uncle. Then you can get our support to eliminate them!”
“But. Not only have you not offered us any benefits, but you also killed one of ours. Den Marsh, you’ve offended both sides. Do you really think you can survive today?”
As he spoke, Frederick Jackson kept twirling a string of beads in his hand.
“Why should I appease you?”
Den Marsh raised his head, “I’m the king, you’re my subjects.”
“Haha!” Frederick Jacksonughed aloud, pointing at the surroundings with the beads in his hand, “Ask them, do they listen to you, or to me?”
“To Mr. Jackson!”
“What kind of king are you without us? You’re nothing!”
“Exactly! The Jackson Family is as solid as iron, while kings flow by like water!”
The n leaders’ eyes showed a hint of satisfaction, no longer the respect they usually disyed.
“Den Marsh, have you learned? In your next life, first learn about imperial power tactics.” Frederick Jackson waved his hand, turned around and said, “Send the king on his way. Then, send his body to the Marsh brothers.”
A few tribal experts immediately stepped forward with white silk, approaching Den Marsh.
“Your Majesty, we want to grant you some dignity, cooperate a bit.” With that said, these people began to wrap the white silk around Den Marsh’s neck.
“Hey, boy!”
Suddenly.
Julius Reed shouted.
Frederick Jackson turned his head, scanning around to make sure the young man in front was looking at him, then asked, “Are you calling me?”
“Your imperial tactics are outdated. Today, I’ll teach you the new imperial tactics.” Julius Reed took the sword from Den Marsh’s hand and held it.
“Don’t struggle. These are tribal experts, you’re no match for them.” Frederick Jackson had that confidence.
“You think you are the West Tower?”
He burst intoughter.
“I am the West Tower.” Julius Reed swung his sword in mid-air!
As quick as lightning!
Thud!
All four fell to the ground.
The speed was so fast that no one saw it clearly.
“Do it yourself, or shall I?” Julius Reed pointed at the already terrified Frederick Jackson, asked expressionlessly.
“Quick! Take him down for me!” Before Frederick Jackson could finish speaking, a team stood in front of him.
“Are you really the West Tower?”
He found it hard to believe.
How did Den Marsh get entangled with the West Tower?
“Those willing to confess, kneel on the ground. Those unwilling, remain standing.” Julius Reed extended another hand, “I’ll give you ten seconds to consider.”
“One!”
“Two!”
Some with weak psychological endurance were merely forced to rebel together.
Upon hearing these words, they instantly kneeled down.
“Spineless cowards, I will definitely hold you ountable!” Frederick Jackson shouted.
However.
Still more than half kneeled on the ground.
The remaining major ns mostly stood firmly behind Frederick Jackson.
“Fine! Den Marsh, I offered you dignity, but you refuse it. Kill them all!”
Frederick Jackson waved his hand.
Just then.
Julius Reed counted to ten.
He took back that hand and slowly raised his sword.
“Kill him!”
Frederick Jackson roared!
Tribal experts charged forward!
Facing dozens of fierce warriors, Julius Reed wielded the Longsword!
Time seemed to freeze.
Bang!
Clouds of blood mist erupted.
The Sword Qi raged!
Those kneeling only felt a gust of wind over their heads!
Those standing.
A coldness surged across their necks.
Frederick Jackson touched his head, only to find he had already removed it…