More than a year has passed since Feige advised Shani to stop worrying about herself. During this period, Feige's work of burning people in the Second World was still in full swing, and tens of thousands of "reborns" were sent to Oriana. The Expeditionary Army had largely taken control of the main strategic points in the Second World, effectively dividing the resistance forces so that they could no longer form a joint force.

And Xia Ni really didn't ask Fei Qi about the burning of people, and at the same time, she didn't help him speak when the ministers questioned the emperor. Ostensibly, Shani spends her days taking care of Feige's daily chores, and spends the rest of her time supervising Kim Malygos in her magical studies, "forced" him to grow up. The little golden dragon had now grown to the size of a war horse, and could allow Xia Ni to run around on its back. It looks imposing enough, but the dragon is not a natural camel beast, and it is not large enough to run for a while.

But out of sight, Xia Ni never stopped researching and thinking about Feiqi, and she really wanted to find out what Feiqi's "necessary plan" was. Xia Ni is not a researcher of space, soul, and divine power, and she can't come up with a way to prevent the Yongli Continent from colliding with the Second World, so she can't solve the puzzle from this angle. The only way to do this is to observe Feige and record his every move, not to think according to his current expressions and movements, but to recall Feige's past personality and find answers from memory.

But the memory will slowly blur, especially the current Feige and the one in Xia Ni's memory are far away, and there is almost no reference value. Feige seals off his true self with a stern and cold face, becoming an increasingly skilled Emperor Majesty, while the image of "Magician Feige Hale" disappears completely.

Except for regularly going to the Hell Territory to meet with the other half of the soul, and going to the Second World to close the Red Lotus Burning at the stake, Fei Qi left all his time to the Yongli Continent. He sat on a high Iron Throne all day long, looking down on the ministers and servants below with fierce eyes. He made the phantom snake Koktar appear in the sky above the city of Tawu Harbor, and made it clear to everyone that he had the ability to oversee everything. He used spells to reverse the weather, alter mountain rivers, make nature subject to his will, and made no secret that he could do the same to the soul and mind of man.

At the same time, with the rotation of personnel of the expeditionary army, what happened in the second world continued to spread in the Yongli continent. Fueled by Feige, the Red Lotus Burner quickly eliminated all the horror stories that the Yongli Continent had ever had, from scaring disobedient children to threatening each other with enemies, all of which began to use it as the primary context. This work was carried out by the Minister of Intelligence Maxess, who managed a team of troubadours who were now masters of horror stories.

Although he was given a lot of opportunities to act and additional powers, Maxes became worried. He looked at the materials piled up on the table, which contained the horror story materials reported by the intelligence officers of the working group, from most of the troubadours in the Yongli Continent. He didn't expect that this call for papers would receive so many things, and he became less and less like a Minister of Intelligence, but about to become a Minister of Stories.

"This task assigned by the Emperor has seriously affected the intelligence work, should you advise His Majesty the Emperor to hand over the management of the troubadour to Eddie......? "It's a horror ballad again...... The level of wording is okay, but the content is not new. This person should be burned at the stake by the red lotus, which may inspire his creation. ”

He raised his hand and gently lowered it, and the file he wanted to throw away was not thrown away, but was placed in the folder on the left. It was filled with hundreds, if not thousands, of the like, poems, stories, plays...... Available in almost every form. Each bard is limited to 3 articles, regardless of genre, each article has a guaranteed hardware coin, and if there is a particularly good one, there will be a bonus of 100 dollars and 1,000 gold coins...... Messers is not distressed about money. No, Mercers was very worried about the money now, and he felt that if the money was used in other ways, especially to search for unstable elements, then it would really be useful to the Minister of Intelligence.

"The Sect of Destruction and Rebirth has also been defeated, and those women are terrifying. ”

Maxes opened the drawer and picked up Didlet's materials inside. This elven paladin is now known as the "Knight of Justice" or "Savior" and is famous in many places. She mercilessly captures the members of the Order of Destruction and Rebirth, uncovers the true colors of these pretenders and lurkers in front of everyone, and erects a respectable image with a fair trial and conscientious attitude, and it can even be said that it has become a symbol and a certain belief.

If it develops from faith to faith, it has the potential to have an impact on the authority of the emperor, which makes Maxes very wary. In particular, Didlet's arrest was not authorized by the emperor, in other words, she was at most an adventurer, and could even be said to be an outlaw, a person with ulterior motives who used punishment for private purposes. It's just that this definition needs to be determined by His Majesty the Emperor, and Maxers doesn't dare to buckle his hat indiscriminately on this female elf who used to be Feige's boss.

"Use His Majesty's intelligence to catch the people of the Rebirth Sect, but not once mention the merits of His Majesty the Emperor, just say that the Goddess of Truth Thunder ......" Mercers snorted coldly, unfolding the folder of information about Didrite and the people around her, and placing it on the table. Although Didrite and the members of the "Paladin" around her had committed no crimes, and had spent most of their time outside the borders of the Empire, there was no real reason to arrest them, but it was much better to look at this old information than to read a cookie-cutter horror story.

"The Cult of Destruction and Rebirth has been caught, and then what are you going to do? Your team needs faith, money, and work to keep it afloat, and I don't believe you will cross the red line!" Maxes used this idea to motivate and activate himself, thus saving the enthusiasm for work that had been drained by the horror story. He looked at the folder for a while, heard two crisp silver bells, and raised his head: "Come in!"

The bodyguards outside opened the door and asked the staff to bring in the latest documents. "It can't be another story sent in, should it be that the troubadours who write more than enough should be put money into it. 10 gold coins per article, otherwise there is no chance of winning the grand prize. What's ...... about a lot of numbers?"

Before she could finish complaining, she kept her mouth shut, for this time the messenger had only sent a document, again in a dark yellow envelope, indicating that it had come from the direction of the palace. There were no troubadours or clowns in the palace, and His Majesty's entertainment was magic, and His Majesty the Empress could only listen to music except for amusing dragons, and the singers could not enter. The palace is the only place where there are no horror stories now, and there is only business going on there.

The Minister of Intelligence quickly got up, went up to take it, checked the seal of the letter, and then opened it with a paper cutter, and by this time the messenger had gone out, and the door was closed, and he was the only one left in the room, and he read the letter. It records a secret conversation between several ministers, not a conspiracy, but more of a complaint. But from the complaints, Mercers could see some signs, bad signs.

"Prepare for the teleportation array, I'll go to the palace. Maithers shouted out the door, then tucked the letter into a pocket close to his chest and put on his coat. He looked in the mirror for a quick grooming check, and was about to go out when he suddenly came back and took a few more papers in the drawer, and then walked out quickly.

At night, the palace seemed a little lonely, there were no people in the corridors, and the candles swayed in the breeze, distorting the shadows of the curtains and candlesticks into strange shapes. As the waiter led him towards Feige's study, Mercers felt so uneasy that he felt like he was stepping on soft cotton, and he felt a little overwhelmed by the thin carpet.

In the corner, the black cat stared at him, tilted its head slightly, and then disappeared. Messers knew that the black cat followed Her Majesty every day, protecting her, and at the same time being able to control many hidden magical mechanisms in the palace. Due to the fact that there are many fewer guards than in Andrew's time, the palace is a little empty now, but relying on Feiqi's magic array, the defensive strength here has actually multiplied several times. And who can threaten His Majesty the Emperor now, and who would dare? Even the Empress is protected by a black cat and a golden dragon, and there are several golems in secret. Maxes thought to himself: In addition to these, His Majesty the Emperor must have more hidden powers. Not only inside the palace, but perhaps outside the palace.

Is it a dereliction of duty for the Minister of Intelligence to be unable to figure out the information? But has the Minister of Intelligence, who has found out all the secrets of the Emperor, already crossed the line? How can he keep an appropriate distance from what he does not know? One question after another popped up from Maxers's head. However, by the time he got to Fitch, Maxes had already collected his emotions and refocused.

"Your Majesty, this is today's report, and I have some time ago here. Through this information, it can be revealed that there is already a general belief among the ministers that you are too fond of the Magical Research Society. The accumulation of these grievances may lead to some trouble. ”

"What's the trouble?" said Feige, reading Maxhers' report and throwing them on the table. He walked around from behind the large oak desk, passed by Maxess, took three more steps, and kicked into the air. Then, a golden dragon slowly took shape, holding its wings in both hands and looking at Feige with an aggrieved expression.

"Don't sleep here, go outside first, I have something to say to Maxhers. Feige kicked the dragon out, closed the door, and returned. "This little guy has recently learned to be invisible, but he hasn't learned to find a proper place to sleep. Long tail, in particular, has already knocked over the dining car twice. It's just that no one usually comes here, so I can let it sleep with confidence. ”

"The golden dragon is still small, like a child. ”

"But my minister is not a child and cannot do such childish things. Fei Qi changed his words and said: "Magic is a very important thing in the Empire, and it is also my will to tend to the Magic Research Society and the School of Magic. If there are ministers who feel that they are not getting a share of the sugar, it is because they are not important enough. Either try to be important, or shut up. I read your report, and they seem to have the intention of forming a faction on this ground?"

"There are signs of this. Some believe that magic is the new religion, a tool that the Empire is preparing to use to replace the faith of the Goddess of Truth and Thunder. They want to prevent the Revy Magic Empire from following in the footsteps of the Levi Central Empire, and prevent the empire from being punished by the goddess. ”

"The reason is high-sounding. Feige stared at Maxhers, "What do you think?"

"Nonsense, pure nothing. The empire took the initiative to improve its relationship with the church and strongly supported their work in the second world, and everyone could see that the people of the church were not working hard enough, what does this have to do with magic?"

"I'm asking about the relationship between learning magic and faith. ”

"Well, among the magicians, there are very few followers of the goddess. Because both priests and magicians can cast spells, this does reduce the importance of priests. And this tendency also exists among people who often deal with magic. It's not that there are fewer followers of the goddess, but it seems less important. Because some of the things that used to require priests to cast spells can now be done by the casters of the working group. ”

Feige nodded and said, "Magic is a new thing, unlike the primitive spells in the wilderness before, or the old mages who could only swallow clouds and mages, now magic has become a huge problem that the church can't handle. If I don't support the church, it won't be long before the Goddess of Truth and Thunder in the human world will not be able to sustain itself, at least its influence will not be as much as it is now. The ministers could not adapt to the new, and their ideas were influenced by the Church, belonging to the backlash of the old forces. ”

"Your Majesty, do you want to warn them? ”

"No, I don't. The Church of Truth Thunder is useful, so fight back. You can even guide them in moderation and get them to trouble the Magic Workshop. Don't go to Thunder White, it's the rest of the Magic Research Society that keeps Thunder White busy. ”

"Is that to suppress the Magic Research Society a little?"

Feige shook his head: "Of course not. Magic is still the most important thing. ”

"Your Majesty, do you mean to create some kind of balance for them?" Maxes frowned and said, "Your Majesty, this matter is not suitable for the intelligence services to do. You just need to adjust the policy and reprimand a few more words. Thunder White ......"

"What are you doing?

"Your Majesty, you are indeed a little biased towards the Magic Research Society and Thunder White. Her application, whether it was the invention of a new spell or the improvement of a golem, had never been denied. If Thunder White wants 10,000 gold coins, you will never discount it, and you will increase it yourself. In contrast to the Magical Workshop, the Working Group does not have this kind of preferential treatment. ”

"You don't have this preferential treatment from the intelligence department - you mean this, right? You have run out of money to buy stories lately?"

"No, I'm not here to ask for money, but to say that this partiality is very obvious. Magic is very useful, but if Thunder White is spoiled, it may lead to problems with the Magic Research Society, and the gains outweigh the losses. "Now there's a saying that Thunder White is like your child. ”

The corners of Feige's mouth curled up, and he squeezed out a strange smile. He snorted, and then said, "Thunder Bai is not my child, her background is bigger than this. If there is anyone in this world who can threaten my rule, it is her. How can you do it without spoiling her?"

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