Dawn, Heavenly Dome Palace.

The black-haired wizard sat on a cold stone chair with his eyes closed, flanked by royal guards on the left and right who were heavily armed with tower shields and halberds, keeping an eye on his every move, without any words.

This state has been maintained for almost four hours... They haven't moved since they searched their bodies.

There are many affairs, and His Majesty the Supreme Emperor, who has forgotten to sleep and eat, will certainly not waste his precious sleep time just because he sees a small "wizard advisor".

Therefore, the exact time of the audience is before the court meeting of the Imperial Cabinet... However, according to the laws of the Sakran Empire, all courtiers who received an audience had to enter the palace half a day in advance......

Therefore, Loren must sit here from midnight until His Majesty the Supreme Emperor grants him permission to see him.

You have to be prepared.

While closing his eyes and recuperating, Loren adjusted his state as soon as possible, thinking about what way to face His Majesty the Supreme Emperor of the Sakran Empire... There are also the princes and nobles of the entire imperial cabinet.

Although Brandon said that he had secured consent and that the audience was just a formality, but... Loren hated all the unexpected, the possibility of exceeding the plan.

The most perfect ideal model should be that all "surprises" can be notified three days in advance, and all accidents have a complete preparation plan.

No one is a god, no one can predict the future... But we can peel back the cocoon and use what we see in front of us to deduce what we haven't seen yet.

A royal guard walked up to him, and the black-haired wizard, who was pleased to understand, got up, and was led by the other two guards behind him, and walked forward step by step.

Walk through countless porticoes, palaces, steps... At the end of a long corridor, Loren and the guards behind him stopped in front of a large door carved with an iron crown held up by a three-headed dragon carved into the black façade.

This is the center of power in the Sakran Empire, the core of the core, which determines the imperial decrees, the transfer of legions, the collection of taxes, and the appointment of titles...... All things, all rights... Tiny room.

Imperial Cabinet.

The two guards behind him stepped forward and opened the door, and the black-haired wizard with his hands behind his back adjusted his breathing, and began to recall Brandon's description of the Imperial Cabinet before he arrived:

“...... Nominally for the sake of efficiency and centralization of responsibility, my father's cabinet was probably the smallest of all emperors, almost to the point of being more streamlined; It's for the sake of the authoritarian ......"

“...... So you can imagine that whoever is qualified to enter my father's cabinet is either very capable and must be allowed to enter......"

“...... Or, the kind of ...... that had to let him in."

Walking briskly into the room, the door slammed shut behind the dark-haired wizard, and a long red carpeted table faced the door, right in the middle of the room.

On either side of the long table, there were six armchairs of different shapes, and there were also six people dressed in completely different clothes, and their eyes with different emotions were cast on the black-haired wizard who walked into the room.

"This is the one... A spellcaster wizard who was called a 'genius' by Master Corona and who had also performed a meritorious service in the fortress of Broken Mountain, His Excellency Loren Turin, right?"

The first to speak was an elder in a purple wizard's robe sitting at the end of the long table, with a very kind smile on his pale face, and even took the initiative to get up and nod to the black-haired wizard.

Loren, who raised his head, hurriedly saluted the other party, and there was a little more reverence in his words: "Master Albert, you are really a fool, you really can't afford to be praised like this!"

“...... Albert Tarot, former wizarding advisor, honorary dean of the Royal Academy of Wizards, one of the elders of the wizarding tower, proficient in the three disciplines of prophecy, astrology, and mystery, and the only guy who has a crush on you, and even speaks for you without having to please him......"

“...... Of course, this master is also notoriously soft, with a full good temper, and has been ignored for many years, so although he will be on your side, don't expect to help......"

As soon as the two of them finished smiling, Albert had not yet sat down, another extremely heavy voice came.

"Defending the fortress of Broken Mountain are the thousands of believers who sacrificed their lives for the Holy Cross in the ice and snow!"

It was another middle-aged man with a beard sitting opposite him, and he glanced coldly at the former wizard advisor, but Albert still kept smiling as if he didn't see it, making him snort coldly and turn his gaze at Loren:

"I ask you, wizard, what are you doing while the believers who fight for their faith fight the monsters?!"

The fists behind his back clenched hard, and the black-haired wizard still had a smile on his face.

“...... Chief Inquisitor of the Church of the Holy Cross, Terres Louver, who is in charge of adjudicating cases involving religious matters and the transfer of knights of the Church. Archbishop Innocent is a non-worldly saint, so he is the one who really holds real power in the Church......"

“...... In addition, this Lord Telles is actually a good man, but he is rather dead-hearted, so be careful not to confront him head-on, and if you are reprimanded, just follow his words......"

Under the other party's gaze, Loren bowed slightly: "I'm doing what I can... After following His Highness Brandon to the north, he first went to the Valley of Bloodbones to investigate, and then went deep into the glaciers and snow-capped mountains in the north to find the movements of the monsters, and fought side by side with several church knights. ”

"In that glacial wasteland, where the ice and snow were desolate, I and two other companions who were traveling with me went deep into the snowy mountains without any reinforcements or supplies...... Glaciers collapsed, heavy snow closed roads, thousands of monsters hunted down, hunger and cold several times in the midst of unforeseen ......"

"But... As you said, it was the soldiers who did not care about the sacrifice and bloodshed that really held the fortress of Broken Mountain, not the merits of the next man. ”

After saying that, Loren bowed deeply to the other party, and the church inquisitor who snorted coldly turned his face sideways, obviously not very interested in Loren's flattering answer.

Leveling the two, Loren turned his gaze to the other four cabinet ministers behind him who had not spoken, but were silently watching him, their eyes narrowed into a slit:

The old man sitting in the church judge looked at himself coldly;

“...... Former Chancellor of the Exchequer, Scott Charn, the kind of guy who had to get him into the Cabinet......"

“...... The history of the Charn family can be traced back to the ancient Sakran Kingdom, and Grandpa Siscott is one of the most powerful of the 'old nobles' in the imperial capital, and he is very difficult... I remember that a few years ago, he also initiated a proposal to return the imperial capital to East Sacland, and although it ultimately failed, it was also very powerful......"

The middle-aged man on the right hand of Master Albert has a sharp gaze;

“...... Victor Hughes, the former Chancellor, was promoted by his father as a 'newcomer', but he was almost fifty years old, and although he was easily guided by emotions when deciding cases, he was a rare and impartial judge, and most importantly, this guy was a commoner, and was used by his father against the old aristocracy......"

A man in armor and beard in the prime of life anxiously banged on the arm of a chair without looking at him;

“...... The former Minister of War, Cerverin de Salion, a side branch of our family, and Ernst Dresis, the deputy commander of the Broken Mountain Fortress, were promoted by their father in the same year, and they are capable and loyal, and the last thing you can count on is him, because he will do whatever his father says......"

"I once heard an interesting 'anecdote' from Lothair about the heir of the Duchy of Lothair, Count Rubén Fleet. ”

With an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, Loren secretly clenched his fists and looked at the one who spoke... His face was wrinkled, his hair was gray but extremely energetic, and his dark green pupils were as clear as water.

“...... Metternich Leopold, the former Lord of the Seals, the most trusted and powerful of the Father's Cabinet members, with the prerogative of regency and discretion over general affairs, is a ...... which you must be careful to deal with."

"In the course of two or three months, the young earl reclaimed the land and power of the Deep Grove with the help of a noble rebellion, and even made an alliance with the elves of the Ancient Wood Forest; It's all the result of a wizard advisor's plan, right?"

Metternich Leopold's voice was soft, but the moment his words fell, the eyes of the five people focused on Loren's body at the same time.

Imminent!