Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Chapter 170 Lance is Dead! Welcome the General's Body Back to the Northern Borders!

Arrogant!

Overbearing!

Tyrannical!

Suicidal!

The nobles, ministers, and lords who supported and surrounded her must have had these thoughts flash through their minds upon hearing the words of the person sitting on the city wall. They surely thought that person… simply couldn't achieve what he claimed.

Only she, the princess, knew that the person on the city wall was merely stating a fact.

If the king of the kingdom wasn't her brother Andre, he truly had the power to make Ande Kingdom disappear or plunge it into enduring chaos.

Barbarian Tribes.

The Barbarian Tribes beyond the Northern Borders were his contingency plan.

If he died, the Barbarian Tribes beyond the Northern Borders would no longer have any reservations, and they would bring their armies to bear, launching an assault on the Northern Borders.

One thing she didn't understand was, how had the person sitting on the city wall managed to convey the news of his death to the Barbarian Tribes?

He was the greatest corrupt official in the history of Ande Kingdom, the most dreadful rebel and traitor. He was also the most talented corrupt official and rebel in Ande Kingdom's history, capable both in literature and martial arts…

Back then… if he hadn't been recalled to the Eternal Capital, would things… have ended up like this?

He remained the War God in the hearts of the soldiers of the Northern Borders.

There was another thing she didn't understand.

Why?

Why did this man have eyes only for her brother Andre?

Was she, the princess, really so inadequate?

So inadequate that he didn't even want to give her a second glance?

So inadequate that he would rather face death than leave with her?

The members of the Bronze Bounty Guild were also mesmerized by the elder in the platinum robe.

The elder, usually relaxed, disorganized, and greedy… when serious, his tyrannical nature… was unreasonable.

Yet that very tyranny… also carried an extreme allure…

Even if the elder was a villain…

Next to him, Andre was moved beyond control, the kindness of Teacher Lance towards him… was untainted by any selfish interest.

"Teacher, we still have the strength to fight one more battle. You didn't have to do this. With your ability… we could completely turn defeat into victory."

"Indeed, you're right. If I wished… we might turn defeat into victory. But if I really did so… the Northern Borders' army down there… as well as those excellent peace officers of the Eternal Capital and the loyal and brave generals on the city walls of the Eternal Capital…

I don't know how many would die in this senseless war. The Northern Borders army is the kingdom's elite, once my comrades-in-arms. I may be greedy… but I never slaughter my own comrades-in-arms.

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Nor do I wish to see those excellent peace officers of the Eternal Capital and my subordinates die under the Northern Borders' army swords."

Upon hearing Lance's words, the Northern Borders' army beneath the city wall all silently bowed their heads.

Once the War God of the Northern Borders, when he took off the white gold robe and donned battle armor, on the battlefield… no one could defeat this nobleman head-on.

Faced with King Andre… they all had the courage to draw their swords and fight. But faced with the nobleman on the city wall… they might lack the courage for such a battle.

It wasn't about fear of death.

If they feared death, they wouldn't choose to don armor and fight the Barbarian Tribes that constantly harassed the Northern Borders year-round.

"Teacher…"

Sitting on the city wall, Lance turned his head and glanced at Andre, then patted Andre's shoulder again, "After I leave… you will certainly become the most outstanding king in the history of Ande Kingdom."

Smiling as he praised Andre, Lance leaped down from the city wall.

"No!!!"

Andre exclaimed, reaching out to grab him but grabbed at air. When he subconsciously wanted to jump down after him... several generals from the army held him tight.

Seeing this, the members of the Bronze Bounty Guild didn't hesitate, flipping over the wall, one after another. They could not stand by and let the elder face death alone.

King Andre, on the city wall, saw his teacher land safely, pushed away the generals holding him, and let out a sigh of relief. The teacher was alive, he hadn't fallen to his death…

Seeing the members of the Bronze Party follow the elder down the city wall, Andre's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. Were they... not afraid to die?

Below the city wall, Lance gave a glance at the Bronze Guild members who landed one after another, then turned to Princess Elusha, who sat on a fiery red horse, and said to the Bronze Guild members behind him, "I have said… no one here can judge me, my fate… I decide for myself.

This is where it ends, you've done well. Now… there's no need to interfere with my fate… you can also leave this place. Let me walk the rest of the way on my own."

Lance, with his back to the Bronze Guild members, raised his right hand and waved it a few times... then strode towards the tens of thousands of Northern Borders' soldiers and Princess Elusha.

"Elder, we…"

"Stay there, and see me off on my final journey."

Princess Elusha, clad in fiery red armor, saw Lance approaching and dismounted, handing her horse to a personal guard by her side.

"Your Highness, you…"

"He won't kill me. Spread the order, without my command, nobody may take any action."

"Yes."

Elusha watched Lance approach, then stepped towards him, and before long, they stood face to face, sizing each other up.

"May I ask you a few questions?"

"Go ahead."

"If, back then, Father had chosen you to be my teacher, would you have protected me like you did my brother Andre… in the same way? Would you be willing to start a coup and bear the name of a rebel traitor, just to put me on the throne?"

"If your father had chosen you back then to inherit the throne and appointed me your teacher, I would have protected you just like Andre, and I would have used the same means to get you on the throne.

As for the name of rebel traitor... I don't agree with it, because from beginning to end, I've been a loyal official who loved his country… yet greedy.

Your father chose Andre to be the heir, and he appointed me as his teacher to better cultivate the heir. However, as your father grew older, his reluctance to relinquish power led him to lose his senses."