The architectural style of the entire imperial capital has a strong sense of integration, including both traditional oriental architecture and new western architecture, and the architecture of different styles is fused together, which makes modern people like Liuxia feel very strange.

Not only that, but it is obviously close to the background of the feudal society, but the members of the garrison patrolling back and forth on the city streets not only hang swords, but also carry strangely shaped firearms, and the technology tree is simply a mess.

There's a weirdness to the whole world that blends all the styles of the old and the modern.

"After all, it's a [different world], and even a world that has nothing to do with the earth at all, and this kind of world is nothing."

Luxia and Tazmi walked through the main entrance together.

As soon as they entered the main gate, a few kilometers away, the palace built on a hill attracted the eyes of the two of them with an extremely domineering impression.

As the palace where the emperor lived, this palace was built in the center of the imperial capital, and it can be seen as a symbol of majesty from any gate in the south, east, west, and north.

Miyamoto was built on a hill with a height of nearly 100 meters, and several white stone walls nearly 20 meters high were built around it, dividing the palace into several layers of inner and outer classes, and at the same time, it also completely blocked the view from the outside, so that people could not see any internal scenes, and could only barely see the prominent luxury buildings.

Between the palace and the main entrance in all four directions are four wide concrete avenues, on which there are countless pedestrians, not only garrisons in silver armor, but also well-dressed nobles, and a large number of common people.

All of them are combined to form a variety of beings.

"It's amazing, this is the imperial capital!"

Tazmi let out an honest exclamation.

"I see, is this such a thing as 'the emperor is dangerous'?"

Lu Xia looked up at the sky of the imperial capital, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes, "The number of dead spirits in the imperial capital is really beyond imagination. ”

Although Ryuxia has put a lot of effort into the runes of rune recently, as a necromancer, his attainments in necromantic magic have always been not low, and he is naturally extremely sensitive to necromancers, the breath of the dead, and so on.

In the sky above the city, there is a large number of undead spirits overflowing with resentment.

Some of these necromancers have reached the point where they are not surprising even if they form a ghost, but it seems that due to the differences in rules between worlds, these spirits have no visible meaning at all.

"Brother Liangyi, I plan to join the army, do you have any plans?" Tazmi asked Rusha.

"My family has relatives in the emperor."

Ryusha smiled, "I'm going to go find my relatives first, and then talk about the rest." ”

"Alright, then let's separate here."

Tazmi waved his hand to Ryuxia optimistically, and then walked in the direction of the military station, "Brother Liangyi, you just wait to hear the good news that I am showing my strength in the army!" ”

With his character, I'm afraid that it can only be considered good news if he really has to show his strength in the army, but once there is no news, it will be bad news.

"Okay, I should also think about how to deal with this thousand-year-old empire."

Ryu Xia glanced at the palace towering in the center of the imperial capital in the distance, then shook his head and turned away from the main entrance.

…………

Ryusha was a killer who knew nothing about politics, let alone overthrowing the rule of an empire that had lasted for thousands of years.

The best way he could think of was to infiltrate the palace and kill all the high-ranking personnel of the empire, such as the emperor and ministers, so that it would naturally be the most perfect defeat.

But to be honest, he doesn't think it's a big deal.

As the center of power that dominates an entire country, no one can say how many talented people there are in the imperial palace, and there are definitely many imperial envoys who can use the imperial tools.

Although the strength of the imperial envoy varies because of the imperial envoy, no matter how you think about it, the imperial envoy in the palace can never be a weak person.

Even if Ryuxia was able to infiltrate the palace, if it wasn't the opponent of the other party, or if he was surrounded by the emperor's envoy, then everything would be empty talk.

"You have to be prepared."

Ryuxia walked along the road in the imperial capital with a wide suitcase, and while thinking silently in his heart, "According to the previous merchant, although the imperial equipment is rare, because it has been inherited for thousands of years, there are many people who know it, and it is even recorded in books. ”

"What I should do now is to find a book about the emperor first, learn about some newspapers about the emperor, and if you can, find some books about the history of the empire."

Although he has basic common sense about the imperial tools in his mind, he doesn't know what kind of effect each imperial tool has, and then about the political situation of the empire, the behavior of the emperor and ministers who command the empire, the strength of the generals who lead the soldiers, etc., are all reports that he needs to investigate.

"But before that, let's find a place to live, after all, it's the first day, I don't know a lot of things, let's keep a low profile first, buy a house, anyway, the time in this world will never be short."

After a day had passed, Ryuxia bought a relatively modern building near the center of the imperial capital and used it as a temporary base.

In the middle, for convenience, some methods such as hypnosis and threats were used to ignore it for the time being, anyway, by the time night came, he would have already lived in a new home in this world.

Early the next morning.

Ryusha went to a nearby bookstore.

"Welcome, guest, what kind of books would you like to buy?"

The owner of the bookstore was a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old with short and medium-sized grass green hair, wearing a hooded trench coat of the same hue, and red fingered hands.

When he saw Ryuxia walking through the door, a businessman-like smirk immediately appeared on his face and greeted him.

Ryuxia's eyes were originally focused on the books on the shelves, but after seeing the young boss, she gave him a second look.

"Please bring me some illustrated books about imperial tools and dangerous species, as well as books on the history of the empire and the surrounding situation."

Ryuxia politely said to the green-haired young boss.

"Okay! How about these books? ”

The boss skillfully selected a few books of different thicknesses on the bookshelf and handed them to Lu Xia for inspection one by one.

"One more thing."

After a pause, Ryusha said under the smiling gaze of the boss, "Are there portraits of emperors, ministers, and other high-ranking ministers of the empire for sale?" ”

"Guest, our bookstore is a conscientious business."

The green-haired young boss's face remained unchanged, but his tone revealed a little embarrassment, "These things are not ...... that can be sold on the surface."

"Money is not an issue."

Ryusha added.

"Thank you for your patronage!"

The young boss suddenly smiled.