The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

A brief but violent rainstorm had just swept through Domolga, and Molonzo Hanin of the Imperial Home Guard opened the large floor-to-ceiling window of his office. Lieutenant General Hanin opened the wide floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, and the intoxicatingly fresh air from the rain scrambled into the room filled with the suffocating smoke of koopa cigars. If you wondered why anyone would smoke a Koba cigar so desperately, then Captain Veck of the Home Guard would tell you bluntly, "Get lost, will you? The Lord Lieutenant General is in a very bad mood, do you want to go on a trip to a labor camp or a 'coal pit'? If you don't want to, then f**k off! Get out while you can!" Captain Welker's mouth had always been obnoxious, it was the root cause of the fact that he had been a machine secretary in the Lieutenant General's office for five years and had never gained a promotion in rank, to which this Mr. Captain was very much unconcerned, he could have jumped to Major or even Colonel if he had wanted to, just by a word from his top lieutenant, but he had always thrown the lady the customary big blank stare when his wife complained to him, that "The rest of my life will surely be bleak if I waste my one chance to ask the Lord Lieutenant General to do me a favor on such a trivial matter!" Captain Wake's logic would show his worth in the near future, but if he and his lord mishandled this emergency at hand, then all would be a pipe dream, and if it didn't work out well, both he and the Lord Lieutenant General would be the newest addition to the prisons they ran. In that case the hard laborers would welcome them with open arms. As a lieutenant general of the Imperial Konban, Count Molonzo Hanin was one of the few people who had never been to a prison before. Count Hanin was one of the few generals who had never been to war and had made a significant contribution to the Empire, but the Count knew very well that without the love of His Majesty the Emperor and the Lord in the East of the Empire, he would not be in the position he was in today. Speaking of contributions to the empire, that was just a written word, the real identity of Lieutenant General Moran left was just a warden, a warden of the largest prison in the Titan Empire and even the entire western world. In the sixteen-volume memoirs of this Lord Count we can clearly see how proud he is of his prison, but of course his memoirs wouldn't exist at all if he couldn't handle the list of names placed in front of him very well. Yes, placed on the Lord Count's red pine desk was a list, a list of applications for release to be exact, but this list, if it had been placed on the desk of the Imperial Minister of Justice, would surely have had the fate of being torn to shreds and thrown out of the window, but His Majesty, the King of the Empire of the Titans, in recognition of more than a decade of bowing and scraping on the part of His Excellency the Lord Lieutenant-General, very gallantly handed over the order of release, which was not filled in with names to Count Hanin, and at the very beginning Molang Zuo did turn over with joy at this great honor, but if he had known that he would be faced with such a situation, I believe that the wise Lord Lieutenant General would have asked His Majesty to retract his order in any case, but these are all the things that go on in the Lord Lieutenant General's head, and this list is now lying very serenely on his desk, and seems not to be curious about what it will do to the Titan Empire and its people, but he is not curious about what it will do to the Titan Empire and its people, and he is not curious about what it will do to the Titan Empire. not curious about what kind of ripples it would bring to the Titan Empire and the Morissette Dynasty. The Lieutenant General lit another oversized Koopa cigar, the pungent smoke unwillingly drifted away with the wind, the cold wind after the rain didn't clear the Lieutenant General's mind, but instead made it start to ache vaguely. There was still a need to finish this matter anyway, and the Lieutenant General's helpless gaze finally betook itself once again to the pages listing a long list of names. First on the list was the Empire's number one enemy, a general of the Porcius Empire controlled by the infidels to the east, Wolsaka Mohammed, although the same general was also a general of the Porcius Empire, he was a general of the Porcius Empire. Although Mr. Lieutenant General, who was also a soldier, admired this pagan general, it didn't mean that the Lieutenant General had forgotten how dangerous this guy was, the reason was the general's name, only the most courageous generals acknowledged by the pagan god of war could be granted the title of Mohammed. And the Lieutenant General also knows that in the far away Borsis Empire, there are only three or five Mohammedan generals in total, putting this Wolsaka general out there is the same as recruiting 100,000 Borsis cavalry for the Empire. "Wek!" Mr. Lieutenant General exclaimed, geez! That's the first place. "Yes! What are your orders, Your Excellency?" "Please prepare me a cup of coffee, the very strong kind!" "My lord, this is the fifth cup today!" "Yes, you know much better than I do, so Wek will you please tell me what will happen if I am overcome with anger and fear?" "Uh...... Lord I will go and prepare it for you!" Wek seemed to slink out in a lurch. Because he knew better than anyone the guys on the list, oh! No, those guys weren't even human! One look at them and they would all be discarded by the God of Light, Sapriusis. So, number two, Dorami Basinger. Basinger. Oh, my God! It's Dorami Basinger. Basinger! The king of crime? The Imperial Ministry of Justice had made over six hundred completely different accusations in compiling his crimes, it was no exaggeration to say that he had done everything f*******n to the citizens in the Code of Titans, a veritable king of crime in the World of Darkness... could we let such a man out of the country? Thirdly, an incomparably handsome and exceptionally sincere face emerged in the Lieutenant General's mind, it was the young grandson of the fallen Chancellor Creech's family, this was a born liar, a born genius liar, his most brilliant fraud was organizing an impostor diplomatic mission to defraud the western countries, and he almost tricked the princess of the mighty Franco empire into getting his hands on the princess of the powerful Franco empire, such a scum who kept blaspheming the God of Light with his lies could be put into a free and affluent world? The fourth one, the lieutenant general had never heard of such a guy, the action to capture him led to the sacrifice of fourteen paladins, but what gave the Imperial Justice Department a real headache was that it was impossible to put this guy on trial, because all the evidence of his crimes were vague, not to mention that he had no name, no nationality, not even a religious status, no one could prove his existence except for himself, only his yellow skin and Only his yellow skin and dark brown eyes could prove that he came from the far eastern continent, the continent of incomparable civilization and abundance that always let the treacherous mountains and boundless deserts stand in the way. But this is not worthy of people's respect for this oriental man, because he carries at least more than a hundred human lives on his back, the reason why he was not executed in secret is that His Majesty, the Emperor of Titan, and several high-powered ministers are interested in him, to be exact, they are interested in his profession, he is an assassin, a first-rate assassin from a mysterious country in the east. Putting such a guy into the real world full of hot blood and money? Okay! Fifth place! The Honorable Kara. His Excellency the Duke of Silva, one of the few super-prisoners who served his time in Domolga Prison but still retained his title! With all due respect to the former Minister of State and the most famous scholar of the Empire, Moronzo even remembered the teachings of this gentleman when he was an errand boy of the Imperial State, this was the man that the Lord Lieutenant General would like to see released, but would His Majesty the King and the one who was now in charge of the Empire's State agree to it? Then, the sixth place ...... ...... "Is Brother Oscar here?" "Which one is it?" "It's me, Domingo from the hard labor camp!" The heavy cell door opened, mind you! It was opened from the inside. The door was opened by a lady with an immensely beautiful face and a moving figure, "Oh, Domingo, Oscar has been waiting for you, come in!" Domingo bowed to the noble lady with unusual respect and entered the huge cell. The lady smiled at the two soldiers escorting Domingo, and both of them immediately wore a flattered expression. This cell was situated on the top floor of Fortress 2 of Domolga Prison, and every time Domingo came to visit his friend and protector he would heartily exclaim that this was the life of an aristocrat! This cell is unusually large, the owner here even separated four rooms with lime and wooden boards, the furnishings in the room are the most popular in the capital city of Turin, the famous paintings on the walls and the exquisite porcelain in the closet are all conveying the owner's extraordinary to the crowd, although this is still a cell, it is just as sacred in the eyes of all the hardened criminals of the Domolga Prison as the capital city's Turin Scotus Cathedral! Domingo to the master of the respectful salute, this is Domingo's habit, he is also so courteous when he beat the oppression of his brothers in prison. But the man he was facing at the moment was definitely different; leaning comfortably in the goose feather chaise across the room was little Oscar - the true king of Domolga Prison! The big brother of the Prisoners' Self-Governance Committee! "Big Brother! I've come to visit you on behalf of my brothers, and the fact that I've brought a dying request from one of my brothers!" "Oh la! Domingo, I wonder when you will put away your caution! I thank the brothers for their concern, and convey my greetings to them in a moment, so let's talk about the request of the brother of whom you speak, but you don't have much time! As you know, we are leaving this place soon! There are still many things that I have not dealt with, and right now our Lord Earl is not as busy as I am!" Domingo saw the smile in the eyes of the opposite side of the young man gradually expand, he also wanted to accompany his heart "big brother" happy, but he did not dare, "big brother" temperamental and sinister cunning is known far and wide! Six years ago, he did this younger than his six-year-old "big brother" of the entourage, but until now he still can not grasp the true thoughts of the big brother, only from some clues to find the trajectory of the big brother's mood, so he can only remain calm, at least it seems so. "This brother big brother you actually know!" "Oh?" Careful Domingo realized that Big Brother Oscar's good mood had instantly vanished without a trace! "Uncle Cage, Uncle Cage had a heart attack last night and passed away after giving two words." "Oh, heart attack?" Oscar mused, he thought of his treasure chest, which was filled with things from Oscar's childhood, which he still couldn't bear to throw away now that he had grown up, Uncle Katch's exquisite craftsmanship had created countless strange and bizarre toys for him, and this amiable uncle, who had brought countless joys to his not-so-colorful childhood, had gone just like that. Oscar was reminiscing, all he could do was to reminisce, ten years of imprisonment had long since deprived the fifteen year old of emotions such as grief, pity, sympathy and so on and so forth. All he had ever known were things more horrible than death! In contrast Uncle Karch left this world happy. Taking a deep breath, little Oscar returned to that smile that one couldn't tell if he loved or hated, "Say, what did Uncle Karch explain?" At this time, Little Oscar showed his usual appearance, that little chubby face overflowing with immense confidence. "Uncle Cutch wishes you to grant his daughter, Miss Fenral, her freedom!" "Then, my dear Domingo do you think this request too much?" Domingo grew more and more careful. "Big brother! I don't know what you are referring to, but I believe you know very well that Uncle Kachi is not overly talented or skilled in martial arts; he can't even recognize the alphabet. He is no match for those friends and allies of yours." Oscar smiled and waved his hand at the loyal and cautious attendant, signaling that the meeting was over. As the true king of Domolga Prison and the elder brother of the Prisoners' Autonomous Management Committee, Oscar knew everything that was going on in this square inch of land, but it was obvious that only just now he had learned of the death of Cage. Donat, the craftsman from the Norman province, had died of illness, which was not normal, because no one had mentioned Cage's heart problem during the monthly health checkups, so it seemed necessary to ask Mr. Pars, the physician of the Prisoners' Self-Governance Committee, or to be exact, Mr. Pars, who was known as the "Poison Doctor". Mr. Pars. In the same position, he greeted his guests, wondering why little Oskar liked that chaise longue so much, as it was said that during a visit to the prison signed by the warden, Lt. Gen. In a duel signed into effect by the Lord Lieutenant General Hanin, it was from this chaise that Oscar had gently killed his opponent. Mr. Pals was a doctor, a doctor who had killed many people with the wrong medicines, whose license had been revoked by the Supreme Court of the Reich, but he still called himself a doctor, and the "Poison Doctor" was merely his nickname, which he took quite lightly, as did the other criminals in Domorga Prison, who had been convicted of the most heinous crimes. like the other criminals at Domolga Prison. "Dear Doctor, can you explain to me, the big brother of the Prisoners' Autonomous Management Committee, what happened to Uncle Katch? Don't play dumb, honored doctor, anyone here has the clear knowledge that you've killed more people with your medication than you've saved patients." Little Oscar smiled confidently. "I will not conceal from you my elder brother that I am responsible for Cutch's death, but the medicine was taken by him of his own free will, and I beg your revered brother to note that it was all demanded of me by him, and I cannot find a single line of reasoning to contradict him in the slightest." Dr. Pals wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead, he could put people to death easily and without leaving any trace, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death, when he heard the emphasis on the Prisoners' Autonomous Governing Council in Big Brother Oscar's words he knew that if there was a single word that didn't satisfy Big Brother, then he would never see his beloved potion again. "What right do you have to take the life of a prisoner in Domolga? Don't be sophomoric, okay?" Oscar was suddenly furious. It was his own prerogative, except for the Imperial Supreme Court's judgement seat, the person who ruled over life and death in Domolga had to step aside from even the gods, and even though Mr. Pars had more than once saved his seriously injured self from the brink of death, that was no justification for infringing on his own title of "Scales". Pars was truly confused, now that he was convinced that the young man he had saved so many times was really trying to kill him, he didn't know where to start defending himself. Yes, he was the one who gave Kage the poison mixed with countless precious liquids, and he was even the one who personally taught Kage how to take it, but, "But is it wrong to fight for the freedom of your only daughter? I have a daughter, and if she were in Domolga, I would do the same. Is it wrong to give my life for the freedom of a loved one? Besides it is perfectly in accordance with the rules you have laid down." Pars seemed to be putting life and death at risk, but in reality he could clearly feel the cold sweat falling from his hair into his neck, it was unbearable and he stood in front of the teenager not daring to move a muscle. The teenager's vigorous anger was about to explode, his pupils were contracting and his body was writhing impatiently in the wide recliner. A lady appeared between the two men just at that moment, a tray in her hand holding rainbow trout, a specialty from the North Sea, thousands of miles away. Pars was relieved, and so was Oscar. If there was one person in Domolga who could stop Oscar, the Big Brother of the Scales, from doing one thing, that person could be no one else but Antony. Lady rushed this child she grew up watching a slight smile, that seems to be able to tolerate all the smile instantly dissolved Oscar's anger, this accompanied Oscar into the Dormorga prison and took care of him for so many years of the beautiful lady is Oscar's lighthouse, the lady's smile can shine is always Oscar's harbor in Oscar's heart, she is his mother, and even the lover. In fact, she is his lover. Antonie had never intervened when Oscar and these companions of his were talking, and sometimes avoided them from a distance, for the things they talked about most together were things that hurt the world, but this was different, for Antonie knew that in the Dormorga, where right and wrong were upside down and darkness reigned, there were few things more important than freedom and greatness of feeling. There was something funny in Oscar's mind, he was putting on a good show, no one knew how important a skilled healer was to a great man, which was what put Pars higher up on that release list. But now this guy who would never give up on himself preferred to believe that he wanted him dead, but on the other hand, he really appreciated the look on his face that was like a groundhog meeting a bobcat. "Then, Pars, I don't want to think much on this matter! Give me a final answer!" "O God of Light!" Pars cried out in his mind, "A final answer! What is this ...... this?" Oscar finally couldn't help but laugh out loud as he watched Pars, who was driving himself crazy, "Oh la! My dearest doctor! Do you honestly believe that I would set you up for more injustice by refusing a great father's dying request? O God of Light! Am I really the devil you despise?" Pars didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this point, "Little Oscar! Good heavens! Little Oscar! Did I put the wrong d**g in one of your treatments? That you should tease me like this!" Oscar waved his hand pleasantly, "No! I am merely reminding you that you have cost Uncle Cutch his life, albeit at his own request, but the other half of his life, his daughter, Miss Fenral, will be your responsibility, and I wonder if she would like to become a doctor, even a 'poison doctor,' so that I wouldn't mind if I had to have another lady-in-waiting by my side. " Pars suddenly grew serious, "I believe there is no one in the world who can be as fair as you! Your squire Pars swears by the name of the God of Light that I will take on the responsibility of teaching Fenral. I will take on the responsibility of teaching Ms. Fenral Donat to become a qualified healer, and will never fail to live up to your fair giving." Oscar laughed happily, "My God! Anne! Did you hear that? This biggest scum of a doctor is going to teach a qualified physician, did I hear wrong? Hahahahahaha!" Pars face instantly reddened, he was close to anger but he didn't dare to fight it, he never knew how to deal with this little madman, he was going to have to say his goodbyes, it was going to kill him to face this little guy again who drove the always cold and ruthless poisonous doctor crazy. Pars could only fire back in his own way, "Fine then! Say what you will, but as the biggest scum of doctors I can give you the most honest advice I can, if you don't take care of your weight from now on then you will soon be slaughtered by Lt. General Hanin's catering squad." Pars' nerves must have been surprisingly large, the cold sweat on his body hadn't even dried before he was joking with this Big Brother Scales again, but of course Oscar, who was equally fat in stature and nerves, was more than a little nonplussed, and he held out his left hand for Pars to kiss on the back of it in near reverence, an opportunity given by the Big Brother Scales for you to show him your respect. A few more pleasantries were exchanged and Pars, who had been toyed with by little Oscar, went back to his cell. "Looks like today's events are about to come to an end." Oscar stretched out his limbs in the recliner in unusual comfort. Antonie carefully sliced the rainbow trout into thin little pieces and carefully picked out the soft spines, then watched as it disappeared into little Oscar's mouth. Oscar chewed with almost idiotic exaggeration, "Delicious! Truly delicious! Annie! Dear Annie, I'm a little sad to leave this place, really!" "But I never want you to stay in this place any longer! Your lord father would be more than ashamed of you for thinking such a thing, and all the people in here are criminals, aren't you ......" "All right! Anne! Don't say another word! You're an angel, the only angel here without any guilt, and if it weren't for me you wouldn't be in this hellish place, for heaven's sake! How shall I show my gratitude to you? Without you I don't know if I could have endured this lonely and ......" Antonie covered Oscar's mouth with a snow-white hand, "Don't be like that! Master Oscar! You are not lonely, your lord father, your brothers! They have never forgotten you, and when you walk out of the gates of hell, you will realize that there are many people in this world who love you deeply." Seeing that there wasn't much gleam in Oscar's eyes, Antonie, who knew Oscar deeply, had to put it in a different way, "Okay! Even if you don't remember much about your father and brothers, you should always think about your little sister! Miss Sasha's fourteenth birthday is coming up! She's even on her way to Turin. Isn't she the sister you swore to protect for the rest of your life? The only thing you should be thinking about right now is leaving this hellhole early and celebrating our little angel's birthday!" Oscar kissed the daffodil-scented hand long enough to let go. Yup! Father was but a notion; what the old man looked like he had long forgotten; after all, it was ten years since he had been imprisoned here! The father never came to visit his youngest son, brother? One had even less recollection of them, having learned all the information about his three older brothers from Anne. Only little Sasha, what kind of a girl was that? An angel? Angel doesn't even begin to describe Sasha's purity and beauty! It's been ten years! Sasha do you remember this brother who committed a felony? This brother Oscar who once swore at the feet of the God of Light for you to guard you for the rest of your life! Do you remember? My little Sasha. Oscar imagined Sasha, and he knew that thought was dangerous. "Knock ...... knock ...... knock" The knock on the door was short, dry and strong. Lt. Gen. Hanin was familiar with that sound because he had an excellent secretary, and an excellent secretary would never interrupt after his superiors had given an eviction order, so the only explanation was that something damned and inescapable had happened again. Out of his knowledge of his own machine secretary, Lt. Gen. Hanin had to be wrenched out of his agonizing thoughts. "What's the matter? Wek! If things aren't enough to disturb my thinking, then your paycheck for the month is definitely going down the drain!" "No! My lord, the matter is urgent! It's from Ossigne. Anru. The epistle has just been delivered from Lord Morissette, and he has made it quite clear that he wishes you to proceed with all possible speed." "Oh! No......" The grief of Lieutenant-General Hanin at this moment was unparalleled. Why did you send that fat bastard to my prison? Though he had greatly complimented the little scoundrel the other day when he had invited him to taste wine, he had forgotten all praise of the little bastard ever since he had seen the request that the little scoundrel had made late yesterday afternoon! All day and all night he had been searching for the vile words to greet the relatives of the other man, and to malign that Osney Anouilh. Anru. Lord Morissette. "What did he say?" Wyck had seen enough of his top man's sourpuss-like face in the last two days. Although Weike's question was beyond the purview of a machine secretary, as the most trusted man in Moronzo Hanin at the moment, the lieutenant general explained to this man, who had no authority whatsoever, what he had to say. Hanin's most trusted person, the lieutenant general explained to the captain without any noble title. "Oh! It's like this, this Duke Duke of ours, His Majesty the Emperor's nephew has asked for another spot, it looks as if she's just an ordinary girl without any criminal record, who was imprisoned after her unlucky father. She's so lucky." "Yeah, she's lucky." Wek was also unconsciously relieved, after learning that the freed girl was all clean. "Well Wek, since this lord of ours has asked for this to be dealt with as soon as possible, I'm going to entrust you with the task of getting all the paperwork for this girl, moving her to the outer camp, and I'll give you the release order tomorrow, and then ...... uh ...... then ......" Author's Note: Oscar can also be called Osne, Osnee, Ossigne, Osnian or Osney