Just as the first group of wise men in the basement were worried, Garcia, the imperial capital not far away, was reveling in the victory that had just arrived. In the years since the emergence of the recession, the empire has needed this victory too much. The Elta Empire, which could not find an opponent on the mainland, seemed to be majestic, but in fact the economy had become stagnant. Trade with the Bilunar Church-Lancas Church State could not promote economic development, and fighting with Lancas, which was superior in military power and did not border the Empire, could only be fought at sea, and the Empire had no chance of winning. The nomadic barbarians in the west had no fixed place to live, and they spent huge sums of money to fight against such barbarians, and they could not even get even a little land to cultivate. After a brief period of prosperity, it was the empire that had to pay for its actions. Other countries that have crossed the isthmus or even crossed the ocean to challenge the two moons and stabilized the order are not much different in nature from hitting the face of the Two Moons church.

The victory paralyzed the people who were still alive just to live, and also paralyzed the princes and generals who had been in peace for a long time and were immersed in drunken gold. And the old emperor Charles Siravia, who played with plastic bottles on the throne, and the ministers of the Privy Council may have a different mentality.

The things that the nobles who have not experienced the storm must think far different from those of these powerful ministers who have been working hard to maintain the empire, and the thoughts of the powerful ministers must be so high that they don't know where to go. If this time it was ordinary trophies, gold, silver, and even silk and satin spice beasts, it would not be surprising to them or even the emperor. This time there was an unexpected circumstance, and the loot he had brought back would be difficult for even a well-informed diplomat to explain, and what he had never seen in his life on the resplendent main island of Lancas was now on the stage.

It was a "ten-year-old mountain" bottle of mineral water. If it's a glass bottle, this kind of treasure can still be seen in the temple of the Church of the Two Moons. But this soft, transparent "glass" bottle is also surprisingly light, just as incredible as any other trophy. It was such a spoils of war that made the old emperor and a vote of old ministers very worried. With craftsmen who can make such ingenious items, is the strength comparable to that of the Elta Empire? If even the Bimoon Church can't make such a treasure, then does the act of attacking this country to plunder the population and loot need to be stopped immediately? If you ask this question pessimistically, it is whether they have run out of chances?

The people in the seats were distraught, but the people in the seats looked uninteresting and stared at the loot. These princes and grandsons, the wine bags and rice bags that rely on their parents' titles to eat, and the greed and ignorance overflowing in their eyes made the old emperor Charles dislike this group of people a little more from the bottom of his bones.

Asking for merit and reward, no one here is qualified, and the qualified person is still far away on the other side of the door, fighting with his head as capital on the battlefield. The old emperor, who had been able to gain a foothold since the factions in the army, certainly knew the truth that the spoils should be shared after celebrating the army. How much the Magic Guild took is another matter. Those old scholars don't understand life and only care about magic research, and the white-eyed wolves in the audience who blink and pretend to be pugs are really two different colors. Wouldn't it chill the hearts of the officers and men of the whole army to distribute the spoils of war to these wastes who were tight in the rear after the celebration?

What's more, some people want more than just appreciation. They estimated that they were still planning to make such a rich otherworld, how much land could become their fiefdom. If you can't eat meat yourself, shouldn't you get yourself a mouthful of oil? Winning or losing a battle is two different things, and the shadow of uneven distribution of spoils has already shrouded here.

Of course, there are also female captives brought back from the other world on the table. No one else has a share, and the little prince Baccarat, who sits firmly on the throne of the crown prince? And Siravia took one. Although the race is very different from Elta, the dual advantages of nutrition and environment make it possible for them to completely suppress the women of Elta, even noblewomen, even if they are not in good clothes.

What made the old emperor feel uneasy was the unwilling and contemptuous look in the girl's eyes when she was taken away. Where did he seem to have seen that look before? Or was it his hallucination? In fact, if his eldest son, the lord Doniva who was far away in the shield city? If Siravia had witnessed all this, he would probably have understood whose eyes it was.

Here is not a table for the time being. The imperial capital, which has fallen into an inexplicable carnival, is about to usher in the beginning of a real carnival night. Everyone was happy to see the boom that the war had brought about, and for the blacksmith, it was a way to keep him busy and recruit new apprentices. For the tavernkeeper, the war has made him a new social focal point, and he can sell the information that everyone exchanges here...... Because the victory gave them hope, they spent extraordinarily generously today. Coupled with the fact that the nobles who began to hope for the fiefdom began to spend money, the inexplicable carnival kicked off in the imperial capital.

People who were willing to spend money drove consumption throughout the city, and farmers outside the city began to be happy. Barbecue grills and barrels began to be erected everywhere, and the atmosphere of joy was like celebrating a good harvest that had not been celebrated in years. Everyone began to forget about the illusory prosperity and reminisce about the past.

The only things left in the city that are not infected by the carnival atmosphere are the royal palace in the moat and the basement of the Magic Association. Even the Magic Academy, which occupies most of the buildings above the Magic Association, is now having a student party.

Of course, none of them wanted to go to the palace or the senate to convene a person to talk about it - what if it was defeated? If the battle is defeated, the news will be delivered within two days, so why smear yourself? Although everyone is anxious, they also know each other.

At the same time, the old emperor was also anxious. Compared with the people who were still eating and drinking outside, the old emperor's old problem of losing his appetite was obviously committed again. He leaned against the railing of the balcony of his study, contemplating the lighted half of the night sky. The empire has long reached the stage where it is not to gamble on slow death, but on the possibility of violent death or the possibility of getting out of trouble, is it the right thing for him to do so? Had he been right to ignore it and let his brother lead the country forward with the power of others? Of course, he will not understand what productivity is, and under the premise of the continuous population growth of the Elta Empire, the problem of resource poverty will be solved either through war or through the growth of productivity. In such a situation, his choice is also logical.

Under the night sky shining under the double moon, the riders hurried up on the road with urgent battle reports. He was on a three-point line with Moonlight and Garcia's suburban boulevard. The carnival in the imperial capital of Garcia is just beginning.