Black Eagle City, the capital of the Hilfa Empire, the Archon's residence.

"Grand Consul," a tall sergeant walked into the spacious study and gave a military salute, "looking for me?"

"Miro," the archon was standing in front of the window, and when he heard the sound of the study door closing, he turned and said lightly, "Didn't you say that you can just call your name in private?"

The archon's blonde hair with natural curls reflected the holy light in the sunlight outside the window. He turned his back to the window, and a pair of sparkling golden eyes looked at Miro with a faint emptiness and exhaustion.

"Your guards are still outside, Mason. The tall sergeant named Miro smiled, and as soon as he put down his hand after saluting, the whole person relaxed. He sat down on the couch and poured wine into an empty glass.

Mason, the archon, also came and sat down, picked up a glass of wine that Miró had poured for him, put it to his nose and smelled it, but he was not in a hurry to drink it.

"With your ability, take it seriously to participate in the combat strength assessment," Mason took a sip of the special red wine made by the imperial court, "At least you can get a commander position in the military department on an equal footing with me, why do you have to be a major general." ”

"Why do you mention this again? Didn't I tell you many times," said Miró grinning, sipping down the wine from his glass, "Your wine here is really good—how rustic does the commander sound?" The most important thing is to be free, I can't stand to work as hard as you do!"

"I saw the results of the military-level evaluation they sent," Mason smiled slightly, "Promoted to commander, you will have such fine wine in your study." ”

Miró poured himself another glass, "This wine," he laughed, "I'll just have enough to drink from you." ”

Mason sighed softly: "You've been so willful since you were a child, or your aunt spoiled you." ”

Mason and Miró are aristocratic children who grew up together, and although they have different temperaments, they do not prevent them from being brothers and sisters. As an honor student of the Imperial Royal Academy, Mason was recognized by the Grand Duke of the Empire, Burley, as soon as he graduated, and supported him to embark on a career path.

Miró, on the other hand, was loose by nature and advocated liberalism. Because he saw the young Mason working hard in the political system alone, he wanted to help his friends and apply for the military department. With excellent tactics, combat ability, and the influence of the duke, he soon rose to the rank of major general. But his loose liberal personality has caused him to offend a bunch of people in the military system, including his direct superiors at various times. Some people think that he has no military consciousness and hate him, some people think that he can rise to prominence because he relies on the relationship of the duke, and some think that he is not enterprising because he is a "soldier who does not want to be a commander", and only knows how to covet the luxury and comfort of aristocratic life.

There are a large number of people who dislike him just by hearing rumors, and this is not counting those who rub against him in their daily military affairs.

In the end, in view of his casual habits and his dislike of following the rules, the Duke stepped in to clear up the relationship and transferred him to the special unit of "Falcon". Unexpectedly, he entered the water like a fish, and later slowly took over from his superiors and became the head of the "Falcon". The "falcons" do things, do not follow the rules, or only their own rules, which is just right for this major general.

"Haha, whatever you want!" Miro said, "You didn't come to me just for drinking and preaching, did you?"

"Did you get your falcon to check? ”

"It's been a long time," Miro leaned back with his wine glass, resting his arms on the back of the sofa with his arms outstretched, and replied, "It took me a long time to get a message, it seems that it is really hard to find, looking for a needle in a haystack!"

Mason watched his reflection sway in the wine glass and said, "Thank you." Dr. Samler went a little too far this time, he was even more ...... than I thought Radical. ”

"What do you mean about the kids in the experiment?"

"Hmm. The experiment was not yet capable of being carried out with a living person, and he started it anyway when he discovered in advance that there were children inside. ”

"Recklessly, if I hadn't sent someone to find out where those children lived—what would have happened to him, the one who ran away?"

"The one who survived—"Subject Five"—as we call him now, has a high probability of becoming very unstable or even disintegrating, with a high probability of intermittent rampage, a small probability of surviving normally, and a very small probability of ......", Mason paused unconsciously, his eyes showed eager fascination, longing, and hope, but it was fleeting, "controlling the psychic power with subjective will also means the success of our experiment." If he had run back to the city and caused a disaster, the consequences would have been unimaginable. ”

Miro smiled: "Actually, it's not much to imagine, at most a few poor people will die." ”

"Why do you think the problem is still so superficial?" Mason turned his gaze sharply to him, "What's the point of being a nobleman without a pauper? Calling yourself a nobleman and a royal family in the caves of Warcraft and the flooded world of magic elements?, and the consequences I said are more on the side of the Holy See." They are still staring at us, and if the psychic power runs wild in Black Eagle City, the bishop will surely seize the opportunity to make a big fuss and use this to cement their doctrine of divine punishment......"

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean. Miro waved his hand to interrupt his political prophecy, "I don't care about politics, I'm just going to the military department to help you." ”

Mason put down his glass and said with a soothing tone, "I hope your falcon can bring back Subject Five, he is the only worthy result of that experiment." The death of a few children is nothing, but the sudden incident destroyed the original experimental materials and the ecology of the experimental field. You don't know how many soldiers we sacrificed just to capture the monster inside. ”

Miro tilted his head and crossed Erlang's legs, seemingly uninterested in joining his conversation.

After a moment of silence, Mason asked again, "Is there any movement on the Bishop's side?"

"It's nothing, it's still the same. Miró seemed to enjoy leaning back on the couch like that.

"Keep an eye on it for me. His papacy spread the word of divine punishment all day long, making the people think that our loss of spirituality is a punishment given by God, and the people should accept it willingly and be content with the status quo. A fierce look flashed in Mason's golden eyes, "This simply cannot coexist with the truth and glory we seek. ”

"Don't worry, I'll see! Our archbishop had sent a few monks out on a mission two days ago, in four directions—he was really capable of tossing, and I had sent someone to follow each one. Just tell me when you need to. Miró sat up, brought the cup to his lips, raised his head and drank it.

Ever since the discovery of the decline of psychic power, the Holy See has always believed and insisted that this is the punishment that the twelve gods inflicted on the entire continent after the War of the Fallen Gods of the Ancients. Echoing the papal doctrine of divine punishment, it is a fact that not only the people of the Empire, but also the humans and subhumans of all the countries of the continent are showing such a trend of decline.

At the same time, the monster activity on the Tivak continent has also become inactive, and in recent years, there have even been no reports of sightings of high-level monsters. These characteristics seem to confirm the rhetoric of the Holy See, and the doctrine of divine punishment is therefore deeply popular.

For some members of the royal family and unwitting lords, this was a relief from the anxiety of the populace, but Mason and the Imperial Duke Burley, who insisted on reviving their former glory, were completely unacceptable to the papal see.

On the one hand, they constantly pushed the emperor to find a way to restore his spiritual power, and gave it political legitimacy to oppose the Holy See's theory of divine punishment. On the other hand, he set up his own research organization to conduct experiments and explorations of psychics, and hired Dr. Samler, president of the original psychic research association, to lead the research direction.

"Anyway," Miró went back to pouring his drink, "something doesn't seem right with the magic energy lately, could it have something to do with Dr. Samler's experiments?"

"I've read the report," Mason replied, "and the average amount of magic is growing wildly everywhere. I'm not sure if it's directly related to his experiments, but Dr. Samler thinks it's a good thing. It's not just monsters that are affected by the magic element, but we humans and subhumans as well. ”

"Good for his experiments?"

"Yes. ”

"Maniac. ”

"It's also a genius. If we want to reveal the secrets of that blank history to the whole continent, we need to first revive the Empire's spiritual power, and to regain it, we must now rely on his talents. ”

"Does the Duke know about this experiment?"

"Of course, I'll report everything to him. ”

"Did he say anything?"

"Bring Subject Five back at all costs. These are his exact words. ”

"Oops, I'm starting to feel a little sympathy for this Ian," Miro laughed, then immediately corrected himself, "Subject Five, I'm sorry. ”

"The Duke has always pursued the slightest hope and clue thoroughly, let alone a living and successful test subject hanging out outside?" added Mason, "Dr. Samler also believes that if the test subject is not dead by now, the experimental principle can basically be considered correct." If this is confirmed, it is only necessary to bring him back and analyze and improve it to improve the chances of success. ”

"It's kind of interesting. However, it is difficult for me to imagine what will become of my psychic power if it continues to improve......" I don't know if it was because of the effect of alcohol, Miró suddenly became a little excited, his face tensed, his eyes flashed with a strange and fanatical light, "I seem to have ......" he stopped talking.

"Let's keep looking forward until the day when we regain our true strength. Mason raised his glass to Miro, his eyes sharp and alert, "Stay sane, my friend." ”

The two glasses touched slightly, making a slight and pleasant sound.

"Speaking of which, which falcon did you send this time?"

"Farion's family. Miro smiled, his expression returning to his usual ease, "Farion Rekin." ”