Citadel for All: The Only Unit Angel at the Start of the Game - Chapter 165: Excited Elven Tribe! Build a new military building! Breeding Elven Tribe! Soul recall, 100 loyalty?

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In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily, he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.

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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

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Chen Qiyue, who was sitting behind the desk, had a bewildered face.

Well… well…

Looking at the contents of this test paper and the surrounding students who had their heads buried in their books, the corners of Chen Qiyue’s mouth twitched.

He must be dreaming.

Or else this world was crazy!

…

Inside the Phantom Beast Feeding House

“Sir, which one do you really want to buy?” the female receptionist asked weakly.

Chen Qiyue pointed at one of the Phantom Beast eggs. “I’ll take it!”

“Okay, I’ll take it down for you.”

“Wait! I’ll take this one!”

Chen Qiyue pointed to another egg.

“Okay, do you still want to change it?”

“Wait!”

The female receptionist was speechless.

Half an hour later

Chen Qiyue happily walked away holding the black, unattractive egg with a few blue spots in his arms.

The female receptionist suddenly turned pale, her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, crying.

“He was such a bad person. He deliberately pointed out all these Phantom Beast eggs.”

Chen Qiyue spread his hands. “Well, I had to make better use of my cheats.”

“Ahem, I’m a decent person!”

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