Chapter 66: The Emperor’s Will
"What is your duty!?"
"To serve the Emperor’s will!"
"What is the Emperor’s will?
"That we fight and die!"
"What is death!?"
"It is our duty!"
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Flavius rode through the large stone gate that led into the Chavarian Capital as a large 10-meter-thick stone wall dominated the landscape as soldiers patrolled back and forth, their spears rising above the battlements which flew the banner of the imperial family from its ramparts.
"Your highness, I shall take my leave."
A large noble said to Prince Flavius, his belly bigger than a boulder as he dismounted his horse with the help of a servant who collapsed under the man’s weight, being flattened to the cobbled ground. Only a few meters away from the large man, a luxurious carriage was waiting, ready to take him back to his mansion.
The horse this fat noble rode had a look of relief on its face when it was spared the burden of having to haul the huge noble weight, which was so big, fat and oily that even Dong Zhou, the renowned fat tyrant of ancient China could only admit defeat when faced with this bloated noble who enjoyed all the decadent pleasures life had to offer.