William's words made Ilsa's mouth tightly close again.

And William also took advantage of the victory at this time:

"Your Majesty, don't you think that Mr. Jacob's current status is too high and his power is too great?"

"Your Majesty, I usually tell you about the powerful ministers in history who regard the emperor as puppets in class, right?"

"Mr. Jacob is now the prime minister of the Imperial Palace, above ten thousand people."

"And Your Majesty is still young."

"Your Majesty, please ask yourself—Is there any way to suppress Jacob and this huge force under his command, by your own power?"

"I..." Ilsa opened her mouth.

Then it closed again.

At this time, Ilsa suddenly recalled the scenes of summoning all the important officials to discuss whether to launch the "Northern Kingdom Great Turning" battle.

At that time, the important officials in the room were basically discussing with Jacob.

Almost no one took her Ilsa seriously, and she was left aside throughout the whole process.

It was not until the end that Gozewen suddenly came that Ilsa finally had the opportunity to express her opinion in person.

When I recalled the scene at that time, Ilsa couldn't help but pursed her lips and frowned slightly.

After pondering and struggling for a long time, Ilsa whispered:

“…If I were to rely on me alone, I would not be able to suppress Mr. Jacob…”

"But-I don't believe that Mr. Jacob has evil thoughts..."

As soon as Ilsa finished speaking, William said anxiously:

"Your Majesty! Please don't be so wishful!"

"How many powerful ministers in history have taken power step by step because of the emperor's wishful trust?"

"Many powerful officials have one common skill - performance."

"Experience in performing a great loyal minister in front of a monarch and colleagues."

"By this, we can gain the trust of the king and colleagues step by step, and then seize the power of the country step by step."

"Power is a very toxic poison that can easily change a person's personality."

"Your Majesty is still young, and most of the state affairs must be handled by Jacob."

"During the time when His Majesty could not handle state affairs alone, Jacob was the real ruler of this country."

"No one can guarantee that Jacob will not be eroded by the poisonous dose of "power."

"Your Majesty, can you guarantee that Jacob can always keep his original intention and be loyal to you?"

"His Majesty, have you ever considered what would be like if Jacob stopped being loyal to you?"

"If Jacob really had evil thoughts, will you be able to suppress Jacob?"

William asked three rhetorical questions in a row, one of which was sharper than the other.

Ilsa's lips became tighter and tighter.

The little hands that were placed on their legs also tightly grasped the long skirt on their legs.

“…If Mr. Jacob really had evil thoughts, I would not be able to compete with Mr. Jacob…”

William also changed into a serious tone:

"I'm also a history teacher who studies history, teaches history."

"I have some research on how to fight against these powerful officials with huge powers."

"In history, there have been many kings who have successfully overthrew powerful ministers."

“Their experience is very worth learning.”

"The secret to overthrowing powerful ministers is to make more people."

"...Our people?" Ilsa asked in confusion.

"Simply put, it is to win over as many people as possible, to support you as many people as possible, and to make your own power huge."

"Whether Su Cheng or Albert, they are all 'Jacobian' people."

"So your Majesty, you need to win over some knights and civil servants who are not the "Jacobites" and enrich your own power."

"Only when your own power becomes stronger, you will not be afraid of Jacob's evil thoughts."

"When your own strength becomes stronger, Jacob dares not act rashly."

Speaking of this, William paused suddenly.

Then he changed into an apology expression:

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I seem to have said too much. I have been a ill person. Once I encounter an opportunity to tell my experience in history, I can't help but talk."

"No, you don't need to apologize, Mr. William."

Ilsa shook her head and continued:

"I would like to thank Teacher William. Thank you for your words just now. These words just now have given me a lot of inspiration."

"Have you inspired your Majesty... that's fine. That's all, let's talk about it, let's officially start today's course."

...

...

Ilsa was absent-minded throughout this history class today.

Ilsa kept singing William's words just now.

"Will some knights and civil officials win over and strengthen their own power..."

Ilsa murmured like this at a volume that only she could hear clearly.

...

...

That night.

Somewhere in Pandragorn.

William walked on the path home with complex emotions.

At this moment, a familiar male voice rang behind him:

"William, have you said what I taught you to the emperor of the Britannian Empire in today's history class?"

The owner of this male voice was the Frank man who took the initiative to find William two days ago - Eber von **ner.

"... said." William said in a deep voice, "I said the words you taught me two days ago to His Majesty today."

"Yeah, it's very good." Eber nodded with satisfaction.

"... Can those words to Your Majesty really cause trouble to Su Cheng?"

"Please, aren't you a history teacher?" Eber said in a playful tone. "Since you are a history teacher who studies and teaches history, then you should have some understanding of history, right?"

"You should not be confused. If you say bad things about a certain minister in front of the king - if the king really listens to these bad things, how much impact will it have on the minister."

"...What if His Majesty doesn't feel at ease what I said today?"

"Then let's talk about it later." Ebel shrugged with indifferent expression.

"...Don't look for me again in the future. I don't want to do this anymore."

William lowered his head, his naturally drooping hands tightly clamped.

The face shining by the moonlight was full of gloom.

"Although I do want to see Su Cheng be in trouble, I still feel very uncomfortable by slandering in front of His Majesty like today..."

"After saying that, I have always regretted it until now."

"Don't look for me in this way in the future."

After saying that, William ignored Ebel and walked straight forward.

"Don't worry." Eber's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a strange and intriguing smile. "You don't have the chance to do this kind of thing anymore. Thank you for all this for the Frank Empire."

After saying that, Eber raised his left arm and pointed his left cuff at William.

A sound of mechanical swagger sounded, and then a small black shadow shot out from his cuff, shooting William accurately.

William, who was kneeling on the ground due to severe pain, was about to scream and was born, but found that his tongue seemed to be paralyzed and could not make any sound.
Chapter completed!