The advent of the people of chaos generally requires a large number of lives for blood sacrifice, which is the fastest way to condense the soul, so as to break the barrier and disrupt the power of order.

And the entire city of Atlantia was sacrificed to the people of Chaos, or when they were not completely sealed, the consequences can be imagined.

But at the same time, the advent rites of the people of chaos also need a certain amount of arrangement, as far as Rosen has seen, such as Byron Weiss and the capital of sinful karma, they need large-scale chaos to do, and at present, it seems that the order in Atlantia is quite good, there is no reason to suddenly fall into a riot, and there is no sign of the arrangement of the advent ritual circle.

Although this is all in the past, Rosen thinks that it may be rewarding to be able to detect who is behind the arrival of the people of Chaos.

As for Avinia, with her strong ability to predict, she is the least worried about Rosen, anyway, she will eventually survive this disaster safely, become a sage, and fight against Chaos until victory, as if she were the protagonist of this illusion.

Rosen and the two maidens followed the king's trail and arrived in his bedchamber, only to find that the king appeared to be playing in bed with two naked women.

"It's all people who are about to get married, and they are still so debauched, it's no wonder that this country will be destroyed. ”

Elandall scoffed, looking at Fleming I who got up from the bed with disdain, this man has a strong body, well-defined eight-pack abs, full of masculinity, as a king also has a momentum that is not angry and self-threatening, it is indeed the ideal image in the hearts of many women, and as a monarch, it is not strange to linger among the flowers, but it will be called a romantic flow.

Fleming I looked like he was about to meet someone, sitting on the edge of the bed in his voluminous pajamas, playing with a jade-carved pipe.

"Your Majesty. ”

The man who came, the minister who had previously reported on the war in the main hall about the war in the neighboring country, glanced at the two women on the bed, and then bowed.

"Mauriai, what are you doing here?"

Fleming I put down his pipe, picked up a grape from the plate on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Your Majesty, regarding the matter of the Principality of Scotivia, I would like to ask Your Majesty to think about it again. ”

Morriai said, repeating the relationship between the two countries, but Fleming I was unmoved, and after a long silence, he waved the two women away, leaving only two people in the room.

Of course, Rosen and others were also watching their conversation.

"Do you think I won't know this, Mauriai?"

Fleming I stood up, he looked tall and looked down at Mauriai.

"Your Majesty, I know that you are because of the prophecy of that Avinia Cainz, but you cannot fully believe what she says, and you must keep your ......"

"Enough. ”

Interrupting Mauriai's words, Fleming I waved his hand.

"You get out. ”

Moliai wanted to speak again and again, but finally chose to remain silent, got up and left, and left the dormitory.

"Does this king believe in Avinia so much?"

Fina was a little puzzled, but soon, in the shadow behind Fleming I, a man suddenly appeared.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

His voice was low and hoarse, he couldn't tell his age, and he was dressed in black, like a real shadow.

"It seems that Mauriai is no longer fit to stay in the palace, you should let him rest well tonight, and do it cleanly. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The man received the order and immediately dived into the shadows again, but could not find a trace.

Lawson tried to sense the breath, but found that he found nothing, and the other party's ability to shield the breath was obviously much stronger.

"Is he trying to exclude dissidents? But why, no one can shake the king's position by a minister alone. ”

Elandall was a little puzzled, she didn't understand why Fleming I wanted to kill Moliai, no one could disobey his orders, and today in the main hall, Fleming I had publicly stated that he would not send troops, and now what Mauriai did was just in vain, so why did Fleming I still kill him.

"There's weirdness in this. ”

Rosen didn't understand very much, from this point of view, Fleming I did believe in Avinia very much, and obeyed her words, but what he did was really unreasonable, and could only be thought of as having other plans.

"You two follow the king, and I'll go and see the minister. ”

He decided to split up in order to get more information, from the current point of view, this illusory realm is not dangerous, even if there is an accident, the two people with the protection of Lawson's Law barrier are enough to support Rosen to rush over, this way can give them a more comprehensive understanding of what this period of history is, so Erandall and Fina also nodded in agreement.

Rosen followed Molière, and when he found the minister leaving the palace, he got into the carriage and instead of heading towards the area where the nobles lived, he took a remote path to a nondescript mansion.

He could clearly perceive that this mansion was not as mediocre as it appeared, there were several tight magic blockades, and it would take a lot of time for outsiders to invade, and it would inevitably alarm the people inside.

In such a situation, it is difficult not to think about what might be a conspiracy.

Since this was an illusion, Lawson didn't have to worry about these complicated magical defenses and guards at all, and swaggered inside, probing, only to find that Mauriai was in the basement, and there were several other people with him.

Rosen found that except for a few guards in the mansion who were not bad, the rest of the people were just ordinary people, and he went into the basement to find that here Morriai was sitting at a round table, and around the round table were some people dressed in fine clothes, and most of them were ministers who had appeared in the main hall today.

A bunch of ministers gathered privately behind the king's back, and no matter how they thought about it, they had nothing to do with rebellion and the like.

Rosen stopped to watch and found that their discussions were not uniform, but rather whispered in twos and threes, ranging from military to economic to pleasure, and even to parental shortcomings.

He noticed that there was still a seat at the round table that was empty, and it seemed that the nobles were waiting for the last one to arrive.

It wasn't long before the door opened, and a nobleman, protected by two burly guards, entered the room, glanced at the ministers around the round table, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Now, let's start our final combat meeting. ”