Daniel sat on the cushions at the back of the carriage, leaning on his own soft pillows and cushions, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

But his mind was at its most awake, and through the signals generated by the artificial nerve cords and the special rune array inscribed at the bottom of the carriage, the mind of the Eternal Sleeper Priest had wandered out of his body and was now wandering in the perfect world created by the mental network.

The city of dreams, with golden avenues, is full of people.

Beautiful nameless trees lined the road, shimmering leaves drifting down in the wind at the most pleasing speed and trajectory, a refreshing breeze blew between the rows of palace pavilions, and flags and decorative curtains danced in the wind between the buildings.

Daniel, who had taken the form of an elegant middle-aged mage, strolled down the broad road to a node square.

Groups of worshippers moved around the square, and their whispered conversation drifted into Daniel's ears:

"The plan of the Society for the Death of All Things seems to have failed completely......"

"Savage and ugly, the monsters they made made felt bad from the start."

"But it's hard to imagine how quickly they could fail...... Are the Cecils really that difficult to deal with? ”

"After all, the Extraterritorial Wanderers are over there."

"How long has it been since the Stormchildren haven't heard from them? It seems that since the last time the stars returned, they have less contact with the land. ”

"Who knows what those brain-filled guys are doing......"

Daniel listened to the conversation of the mid-level cultists with a bystander mentality, and there was not a trace of turmoil in his heart.

In a way, the Eternal Sleepers with a psychic network are better informed than any king or emperor, but only in the news about Cecil, their information seems to lag behind a lot, especially after the Cecil people built those magic detection devices and implemented strict transcendent management throughout the territory, a large number of Eternal Sleepers had to stay away from that area, and the information about Cecil can only be summarized and judged through rumors from other regions, what they discussed today, There is a lot of old news that has been many days ago.

Compared to them, Daniel only has first-hand information.

The end of kingship, the rise of empires, the armies of magicians sweeping across the plains, the steel fortresses galloping in orbit, and the artificial gods being devoured and destroyed by the allies of the deep sea......

It was an exciting war, but unfortunately, he didn't have the opportunity to witness it with his own eyes, and could only watch some of the records of the time through the "Origin Space".

A sound of footsteps came from nearby, and a heroic Eternal Sleeper in a white coat approached Daniel, interrupting the latter's thoughts.

"Thank you for the last reminder, Lord Bishop," said the Eternal Sleeper, bowing his head, respectfully and decently, "Duke Severn has been of vital help to us. ”

Daniel glanced sideways at the Eternal Sleeper, and with the special clearance of the head of security, he could see through the true side of the other party hidden behind this heroic face.

A pale, emaciated middle-aged man with dark brown eyes and flattened features.

Daniel nodded slightly to the Eternal Sleeper: "The great nobles usually have a long-term vision, which makes them prefer to control the balance through multi-party investment, and in the case of promising interests, Duke Severn will definitely not refuse to reserve a bargaining chip for himself on the plantations in the south, not to mention that this bargaining chip can also bring him allies on the railway line at the same time - after all, the emperor has ordered in advance to prohibit the nobles above the marquis from meddling in the railway, and the nobles will definitely find a suitable agent to help them spend money." ”

"Anyway, your suggestion gave me an opportunity to take advantage of it – it's just a pity that I can't thank you in the real world."

"It's all for our true cause, 'Viscount Wigel,'" Daniel whispered, pointing out each other's real-world identities in a voice that only the two of them could hear, reminding each other to distinguish between the different roles of real-life identities and Order, "and as we accumulate wealth, don't forget why we accumulate it." ”

Viscount Wiggle immediately lowered his head: "What you reminded is, Lord Bishop, that everything is for our true cause. ”

The Sleepers are a large order, and like every dark cult, it is committed to developing its members in almost all social classes to meet its many operational needs.

Among its middle and lower class members, there are a large number of converted nobles, merchants, and alien priests, and although these people do not have access to the core secrets of the Order, they are an indispensable part of the Order's operation, some of them can provide funds for the Order, some can provide information, and some can help the Order further expand and absorb members.

Minor southern nobles like Viscount Wigel were an indispensable aid to the Order's development in Typhon's territory, and as Daniel's bishop, it was easy to contact and secretly control a "pawn" like this without attracting anyone's attention.

"I want to remind you of one thing," Daniel considered his tone and said in a natural and casual manner when he saw the junior priest in front of him bow his head, "Don't underestimate the keen sense of smell of the northern nobles - you have been in close contact with Duke Severn several times, and someone will always guess what you are doing. ”

Viscount Wigel's eyes widened: "You mean...... The northern aristocracy will also meddle in the railway? ”

"That's hard to say, but you'd better warn the nobles of the South," Daniel said with a blank face, "I don't think you want to suffer another loss, do you?" ”

He had a lot to do at Typhon, but he couldn't do everything himself.

At least, he can't do it himself in the open.

Viscount Wigel, the low-ranking priest of the Eternal Sleeper, the man who obeyed Daniel's orders nodded busily, and soon received the bishop's orders, and his figure gradually disappeared into the node square.

Daniel watched as the other returned to the real world, turning around and walking towards the nearest node crystal to him.

There were some things that he did himself, some things that his apprentices and the nobles under his influence did, some things that were done by "Bishop Daniel" who was the Eternal Sleeper, and some things that were done by Bishop Daniel's disciples.

No one would notice the connection between these things that ran north and south of the Typhon Empire, from commoners to merchants to nobles, because there were countless unrelated lines, countless people who didn't know each other at all, and didn't think that they would be connected to each other doing these things at the same time.

On the surface, Daniel will be just a brilliant scholar and archmage loyal to the Empire, and even if you dig deeper, one will only find that he has some private friendships with a small number of nobles in the Imperial Capital, and given that these nobles were the earliest investors after Daniel's return to the Imperial Capital, this personal friendship is unquestionable.

The nodal crystal floated on the ornate pale gold pedestal, emitting a dreamlike shimmer, Daniel pressed his hand lightly on it, and as the familiar spiritual fluctuations came, the scene around him had changed from an open square to a palatial palace.

This is the central temple that only bishop-level priests can enter, and the people gathered here are the true core backbone of the Order of the Eternal Sleepers.

Figures appeared out of thin air, bishops dressed in white, black, or pale gold robes appeared in the hallway, walking in the direction of the core chamber, and Daniel followed the steps of the other bishops, walking in the same direction.

Ansu's civil war is over, one of the three dark sects is over, a large and ancient kingdom is being reshuffled, a new power structure, new challenges and opportunities, as one of the dark sects, the Eternal Sleeper will certainly not be inactive about this - especially in the current situation, the new monarch of Ansu will be the terrible "extraterritorial wanderer", which requires the upper echelons of the Order to discuss the next direction of development.

Entering the rotunda chamber, Daniel found his place, and he sat down at the table, casually whispering to the bishops he knew around him, until a bright light appeared at the end of the oval table, and a woman with a gentle expression and a serene temperament appeared in everyone's sight with the bright light.

The bishops greeted one after another: "Good day, Selena?? Ms. Gerfen. ”

"Good day, fellow citizens," Selena?? Ge Fen looked around, nodded slightly, and said in a soft voice, "Now the meeting begins......

……

When the mist gradually rises, it is a very special feeling to stand in the highest room of the Obsidian Palace and look down on the imperial capital.

The "Fog Moon" is often thought of as the foggy day in Aldernan, but in reality it refers to the period when the fog is at its strongest and lasts for the longest time in the city, when fog arrives at all the seasons outside of the foggy month, regardless of the month.

When such a day comes, the whole city seems to float in an ethereal dream, the buildings of varying heights and heights are hidden in the fog, and become hazy and illusory, only the minarets and towers peek out of the fog, facing the brilliant sun, gilded with a layer of golden light, like islands emerging from the sea—the sun shines fairly to the world, but only those on the sea can enjoy this honor.

Ferdinand?? Wendell and Rosetta?? Augustus stood side by side in front of the window, overlooking the bustling and wealthy imperial capital, the sun was mounting and the towers and spires of the obsidian palace were shining in the mist.

There are tens of thousands of rooftops in the city, but when the fog rises, only these towers can come into view of the Obsidian Palace.

"Your Majesty, news has come from Andessa that the Fortress of the Wind is increasing its troops, but it is not clear which force is taking over the defense."

"Gawain?? Cecil is a cautious man, and he has never let his guard down against Typhon," Rosetta nodded slightly, "and he will be the first to be prepared for our attack, which is to be expected." ”

"The main army of the Empire is ready, Your Majesty," Peddinan bowed his head, "the First and Second Wizard Regiments and the Winter Wolf Knights have assembled at the border, ready to wait for your orders. ”

"For a while, I almost thought you had become an anti-war, Peddinand," Rosetta said, turning her head with a hint of a nonchalant smile, "The aristocrats of the main war faction thought you were swaying. ”

Ferdinand's expression was serious: "I have never been on any side, Your Majesty, I am on the side of the interests of the empire - when the losses are greater than the gains, I am an anti-war faction, and when the empire can make a profit, and the price is acceptable, I will naturally support the war." It's just that the changes in Ansu now make it difficult for us to grasp how much strength it has...... This still needs to be faced with caution. ”

"We'll be cautious, but before that, Andesa has to be ready," Rosetta retracted her gaze out the window and looked at Archduke Ferdinand beside her, "Whether it is an elite army stationed in the fortress of the Wind or the old and weak remnants of the civil war is up to her eyes to judge." ”

Grand Duke Ferdinand's expression was solemn: "She will not let you down, Your Majesty." ”

……

In the north of the continent, the city of Saint-Sunil.

The old streets were washed clean, fluttering buntings and curtains were decorated on both sides of the road, and the heroic knights and soldiers patrolled the streets around the castle district, and a solemn but festive atmosphere lingered in the city, and even the most dull person could feel that something big was going to happen in the ancient city—

The day of the emperor's coronation is near.

A cargo ship heavily guarded by warships entered the southern port of Saint-Sunil in the early hours of yesterday morning, and the army cleared the site ahead of time and blocked the road between the port and the castle district.

In the Silver Castle, Gawain sat behind his desk, spreading out a stack of manuscripts, and was scribbling.

Amber stood next to her and glanced at Gawain, who was writing with her head down, "You've been writing these things these days...... What exactly is written? ”

Gawain didn't look up: "You can see, I don't mind. ”

"Forget it, I've been fooled more than once, maybe just take a casual look, and you'll arrange me a bunch of new jobs......"

Gawain smiled, but didn't say anything more, but turned the page and wrote a new word.

But Amber obviously couldn't bear to be quiet, she endured it for less than two seconds before she spoke: "Hey, let me tell you, you're going to be crowned soon, and your kind of writing with your head down before a big event happens is like writing a will......"

Gawain's pen finally stopped slightly, he glanced up at Amber, and pointed to the nearby wall with the tip of his pen: "Do you think this wall is flat?" ”

Amber disappeared into thin air with a thud, leaving only an exclamation: "I'm out on patrol!" ”

Gawain smiled at where Amber had disappeared, then lowered his head to look at the manuscript that was almost finished, and after a few seconds, he gently rubbed the Mithril ring on his finger.

The ring emits a slight heat, Melita?? Pernia's voice came from it: "The Mithril Treasury is here for you - need a business consultation?" ”

"Well, I'm going to keep something."