"Master, this is a letter from Miss." A beautiful maid handed a crumpled mess letter to a tough middle-aged man sitting in a chair, then bowed her head and withdrew, leaving him alone in the room.

This is a study, the most conspicuous thing when you come in is the picture of Qianjiao on the wall, the ten thousand flowers in the painting, the posture is different, the color is colorful, peach and willow green, red and white, just looking at it is like smelling the fragrance.

The creator of this painting is simply amazing, and it is no wonder that a nobleman is willing to hang this painting in his study.

The middle-aged man sitting inside is Duke Wald, it hasn't been long before the new manor has already been repaired, and the biggest loss is actually the manor's magic array good treasury, as for that

There are two rows of bookshelves on the side of the study, but the books on them are only numbered, and they are placed one by one according to the number, without titles, and I don't know what is written in them.

In the middle of the study was a large wooden table, and the Duke sat on a chair, reading the crumpled tattered letter in his hand.

He read the letter Sid had sent back, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously grinned, muttering to himself, "This girl...... Go out, paladins, sea beasts, celestial apostles, everything is here. ”

Sid had been gone for quite some time, she was left alone, and unlike most nobles, she told Duke Wald that she was going to follow her own path.

Of course, the Duke was very happy to give his full support, but he made an agreement with his daughter that he would write a letter about his adventures every time and send it back, which was his happiest time.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door outside the study.

As soon as Duke Wald took the letter, the smile on his lips was removed, and his serious expression was restored, and he said, "Come in, what's the matter?" ”

At the door, a sedate looking man came in, about thirty years old, well-organized with collar and shoes, and a handsome appearance, soft facial features, and politeness.

With unilateral gold wire glasses, ꓹ also exudes a faint fragrance on his body, and ꓹ seems to have an indescribable attraction.

He walked in the door, took a report, and said to Duke Wald: "Father, the preliminary prospecting of Scarard has been completed, I have compiled the information and I will ask you to take a look at it, but the people of the Hall of Glow are very dissatisfied with our interference in the exploration and excavation of minerals, and they plan to block our business in the western part of the empire ꓹ There are already shops that have been hit so far ꓹThere have been casualties ꓹ You see? "A very nice calm voice, as if you can directly hear the gentle character of this person.

Duke Walder waved his hand and frowned and said: "I won't read the information, I will leave it to you to deal with it, you have grown up, I am old, you can decide these things yourself." ”

Luert was silent for a moment and replied, "Father...... You're still healthy, and I can't take your place. ”

Duke Wald looked dissatisfied, but sighed and continued, "Do you know anything about Bolain? ”

When Bolt heard Bolan's name, his eyes revealed impatience, but in a blink of an eye, he respectfully said to his father in front of him, "Hasn't Bolaon been pardoned recently?" Having been freed from the sea and gone to the coast to serve Field Marshal Slyer, it was a great pleasure that what he had learned would help others instead of always causing trouble. ”

Duke Wald looked at the eldest son in front of him and sighed: "Lult, you are the elder brother of Bolain, when you are the elder brother, you must understand that the younger brother did not appear to compete with you for anything, I know that you are recommending Bolaen to the emperor, and I don't want to pursue this matter." ”

"But you have to understand that my position is yours after all, and Bolaan is your beloved brother, not your enemy."

"I hope you can think it through and don't do foolish things."

Luerte's back was soaked in cold sweat, but his face remained respectful: "I understand, father, I didn't let him go to the coast because I hated my brother, I just wanted to hone him."

"I know that if I misunderstood, you wouldn't be seeing me here." Duke Wald waved his hand and motioned for Lut to go out.

Ruerte slowly retreated, and the moment he closed the door, he showed a disappointed look.

Why! Why is my father always so protective of that bastard, a waste who will only rely on the family!

Luert walked in the corridor angrily, he really couldn't understand why Bolain would get his father's favor, he had been helping his father since he was a child, and now he has become the de facto second-in-command of the Wald family, but only Bolain will always be recognized by his father! Even if he only made a little unrealistic rune machine or alchemy product, there was no way to compare it with the Wald business empire under his control!

Thinking so, she didn't notice the maid next to her, and accidentally bumped into the maid, and the paint she was holding spilled out.

The maid watched in horror as the paint spilled out stained the expensive carpet and the other party's clothes, and then saw that she had hit the Wald family's son, Lourt Wald, whom the maid had made everyone remember, was nervously speechless, her legs trembling and slumping on the ground, looking like she was about to cry.

Ruerte looked at the maid who was about to cry, wiped her clothes, and then helped her up: "Your name is Rael, right?" Don't worry, just ask someone to get another pot. ”

The maid named Rael was terrified: "Young master, your clothes...... Please spare me......"

"It's okay, you can change your clothes at any time, don't be nervous, I'll tell Aunt Nasha about this, I accidentally hit you, you don't have to blame yourself for this, I still have something to do, just go first, be careful yourself." After speaking, Luert used his scarf to process the paint on his body a little, and left the hallway.

The maid who called Rael breathed a sigh of relief, but she only then remembered,

It's been less than a week since I've been at Wald's house, and it's the first time I've met Master Ruorte, so why can he just call my name?

And still in the room, Duke Wald frowned, for him, the intrigues of his sons were trivial, and he still had many years to live, just knock and knock.

What is important now is to protect the entire empire.

Recently, there have been many forces eyeing the Empire, and the kingdoms and empires are in the same spirit, and although they have been trying to make more profits, they are essentially the same as the interests of the empire.

The real enemies are the Elves, the Hell, the Sea Clan, and ...... Monsters.

The King of Monsters, although he joined the Empire, has always been skeptical of him for the entire circle of nobles of the Empire.

It was not even just a skeptical attitude, but a direct hostility, which many nobles regarded as enemies, especially his vendetta against the Earth Dragon, which made the anger of the military almost uncontrollable.

If it weren't for the Emperor pointing out the balance of the Monster King for the church, the military might have come to the door and let Ellio have a good taste of what the Imperial Iron Rider is.

However, the Emperor urgently called off the civil war, and the competition within the rules was allowed, but if the iron hooves were really set foot on the territory of the Empire, it would be too much of a problem.

Especially now, the elves, the sea clan, and hell, they are not the opponents of the empire, but it may not be possible to join forces, at this time the civil war, even if the king of monsters is only a nominal imperial courtier, it is also a big trouble for the empire.

But the good news is, what forces can bring these people together? This is a point to be wary of, scattered enemies, the Empire is not afraid.

Besides, empires exist in the world, of course, with their own beliefs.

No large organization can last for a thousand years without faith, not even an empire, for which an empire can give everything.

It's ridiculous to say, but this belief is actually very simple, and that is...... Protect the stability of the world.

A long time ago, before the empire was founded.

It was a chaotic era, all life was as it pleased, the strong could not be restrained in any way, you killed me, I killed him, each by means.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are all free, the four seasons are indistinguishable, the heavy rain is endless, the volcanoes are ready to go, the four seas are rushing, the black wind is wild, the frozen iron is turned into chips, and the stones are scraped into powder, almost destroying the world into a world of death.

In the end, the battle between the two level 10 almost burned the sky, the hot wind tore the entire continent apart, the ocean boiled, and the magma poured out of the core of the world like blood, like a catastrophe.

The seawater poured into the wound of the continent and became an inland sea in the middle of the continent, which is figuratively called the Collapse Sea.

In the end, the result of this battle was that the Immortals and the Founding Emperor of the Empire, together prevented all this, and they joined forces to suppress all the ghosts, snakes, and gods, and establish the only human empire.

The empire must be stable, not the slightest wave can arise, any form of circulation is to create chaos, and chaos may cause the situation at the beginning of the establishment of the empire.

At that time, what did you fight for? All levels 9 are desperate to compete for power and profit, and establish their own organizations with each other, some are countries, some are sects, and some are scholars, but they all have one characteristic, they are constantly competing for interests, grabbing territory, grabbing resources, and the struggle may break out at any time.

This kind of battle intensified, and under such a terrible battle intensity, the level of combat professionals increased rapidly, and after a long period of turmoil, a digital level of 10 was born.

The world can't take it.

That's why empires were born.

There are dozens of level 9s in the Empire, but the Empire hasn't had a level 9 head-to-head battle in hundreds of years, except, of course, the Fire Djinn.

Because of that battle, the Immortals were even alarmed to come out to quell the dispute.

If all the high-level powers are allowed to freely exert their powers, those level 7, level 8, and level 9, then there will be no living life in this world except for their supporters.

This is something that the empire cannot tolerate, and they cannot accept private fighting between the powerful outside of the plan.

"Stability, more than everything, the king of monsters can't stand such stability, and Hell seems to be very dissatisfied, not to mention the Sea Clan, they have just had civil strife." Duke Wald pondered the current situation.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty should be asked to make some other preparations, although the matter of the Styx Water Plant should occupy the majority of the matter now, but it is also necessary to eliminate other possibilities." He stood up and walked out the door.

A meticulous maid stood behind Duke Tara at the door, reporting to him in a pleasant voice other unimportant updates.

"The Bolu Chamber of Commerce is asking for tax reductions, master, they claim that the production capacity is not available, because the supply of prison ice is seriously insufficient."

"Give them half of it, there is no way to do the matter of prison ice, a new water plant is being built." The Duke said.

That's the holder of Maid 9 and Education 4 skills, Nasha, the head maid, who is almost healed, and the damage caused to her by Kara is completely invisible.

"Recently, the manpower of the low-level professionals below has been much more expensive, and without Prison Ice, everyone is rushing to recruit minions, but don't worry, the staff of the maid group is still more than enough, and we don't use magic guides much in the first place."

"Well, but let's raise the salary, there's no need to be stingy with this." The Duke replied.

Nasha put on her master's coat and continued to methodically talk about the information that might or may not be useful.

As for whether it is useful or not, of course, it is left to the master to judge for himself.

She continued, and Duke Wald continued to listen, and by the way, he dressed himself in a very complicated aristocratic gown, which would have taken at least two hours to put on, but Nasha knew it so well that it took only a few minutes to put everything in order as she acted, and her soft, slender fingers roamed over her master like playing a piano, tying every medal, ribbon, button.