"Father! It only takes half a month to take a boat from Scalley back to the Far South, and if you go back now, maybe..."

Mi Xiu followed Lu Cheng here to bring his father back to China!

As long as Emperor Pesif could return to the Far South, then they could easily regain control of the entire Far South... At least that's what Michaeu thought.

"Maybe so? After I returned, there weren't many people in the entire Far South who could be trusted, and the worst case scenario would be another assassination by the Shadow Society. ”

Emperor Pesiff's views on this regard were surprisingly consistent with those of Lu Cheng, and he did not think that he would be able to control the situation in the Far South by going back in his current state.

If only the Shadow Society is the one who rebels, it will be fine, and Emperor Pesif can rely on the power of the leyline crystals to bring everyone to their knees, but the Shadow Society has another mastermind behind the scenes.

Pesiff hastily returned to the Far South without investigating who was behind it, and his end was... Die again.

"Father, aren't you going to go back?" Mi Xiu didn't expect the Emperor of the Far South, who had always been strong, to give such an answer.

"Of course I'm going to go back, but not now." As he spoke, Persif found that the glass was empty, and took the boiling water bottle under the table and poured another glass into it.

"Not now? Father, are you going to... Stay here and make one... A ......"

Mi Xiu looked up and down at Pesif's outfit now, it was really too far away from his time as emperor, but looking at Pesif's action of making tea, it seemed that he was quite idle?

"I am now a lingua franca teacher at the Scarley Public Primary School." Pesif took the lid of the cup in his hand and scratched it on the rim of the enamel cup.

"Mentor? You? The Shadow Sage, who had been listening to the side, learned what Percif was doing now, and instantly mocked, "Can those students stand you?" ”

"The system of this school is very strange, the students come from all walks of life in Scalley, the children of the rich and the poor are basically studying in this school, and the corporal punishment of the tutors in the process of teaching the students is forbidden."

Persif glanced at Michau at the mention of corporal punishment, then turned his gaze to the Sage of Shadows.

When the Sage of Shadow heard this, his anger rose again, when Michaeu was still in his infancy, the Emperor Pesif was really not a good father, and the Pesif education was a very failure just by forcing Mixiu's sister to suicide.

But Pesiff doesn't feel guilty, at least... He doesn't show guilt in front of this woman.

"Do you really follow the rules that others have set?"

The Sage of Shadows is not good at dealing with Pesiff on someone else's territory, and if the Emperor is exiled to the Esoteric Order, the Sage of Shadow may directly greet him with his staff.

"The premise depends on who sets what rules." Pesiff's eyes looked outside the classroom, where the gymnastics were nearing the end and the teachers and students would soon be back in the building: "I can try to follow the new rules of this country, and I'm curious to see what this new Scarre will look like in the future." ”

"Father, you said before that Scarley was just a small and humble country."

Michaeu couldn't accept his arrogant father, and was willing to live in a country like Scalley as a teacher for a group of elementary school students.

"The Scarley used to be, but now the Scarley is not necessarily, they have received the aid of a country, a country of terror." Pesiff said.

Neither the Sage of Shadows nor Michaeu opened their mouths to pick up Pesif's words, and the country that could make Pesiff describe horror do not exist in this world, but it is different in another world.

"Silai, you're here, I think the Gmansis Secret Society is planning to cooperate with this country, right?"

Pesiff said as he flipped through the Mao Xuan in his hand, and he read this book mainly because Tiehuan had inadvertently told him that it was the work of their great leader.

"My presence is not a representation of the intentions of the Secret Festival." The Shadow Sage answered cleverly, but Pesiff guessed that the Esoteric Society had abandoned his neutrality and opted to cooperate with the Celestial Empire.

"This country has subverted my previous perceptions, a lot of perceptions." Pesiff took out a blank piece of paper, then picked up a pen and began to write quickly on the white paper, "They have a lot of ideas that I never thought of before, and these ideas have made their country more ...... Efficient, I have always thought that the expansion of the Far Southern Empire was based on the huge slave base of the Far Southern Empire, but during this time I began to feel that the existence of slaves is really... It's so inefficient. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" The Sage of Shadows asked.

"What I'm trying to say is... I'm not a slave owner anymore, Silai! It's a stupid system. Pesif's ability to adapt to politics is simply terrifying: "If I take control of the entire Far South again, I will carry out a reform of the entire Far South from the inside out!" ”

As the emperor of the Far South, he was indeed obsessed with the power he possessed, but he was also obsessed with how to transform the Far South into a more powerful state, and he was exposed to various ideas from the Celestial Empire during this week.

One part of the ideas will make the entire Far South perish, but the other part of the ideas will make the Far South usher in a new life, so in this week, Emperor Pesiff is thinking very seriously about how to let the Far South Empire survive when the Celestial Empire enters the chessboard of this world.

What Pesiff is thinking about now is not how to contend with the Celestial Empire, but how to let the Far South continue under the influence of the Celestial Empire.

"I want you to give this letter to Count Lionheart, he's the only one who can break the current situation." Pesiff put the letter in the envelope, and after removing a photograph he had taken three days ago that was hanging on his desk, he slipped it in, and handed it to the Sage of Shadows.

"Why should I help you? You're not afraid I'll burn this letter? The Sage of Shadows replied seriously.

Pesif saw that Mishew's identity was supposed to be under house arrest by the Celestial Empire like him, and the Sage of Shadows was the only one who could bring the news out.

Even if he knew that he was under house arrest, he would be very comfortable staying here as a teacher, and he could learn so many new things and ideas, and now he was gathering strength to return to the Far South when he had enough.

But now in the situation in the Far South, Pesif can't sit back and watch those thieves steal the interests of his country little by little, so he has to find a way to contact a group of people who are absolutely loyal to him in the Far South Empire, and let them make appropriate counterattacks.

"How can you promise me? Do you want me to kneel down and beg you? Persiff asked, looking at the Sage of Shadows.

"If you do get down on your knees, I'll do you a favor!"

The Shadow Sage's anger had not completely subsided, and when Pesif heard the Shadow Sage's answer, he actually got up from his chair and was about to kneel...

"Father!" Mixiu grabbed Persif's severed left arm, and she couldn't believe that her father could endure such humiliation.

"It's just that with your knees on the ground, it doesn't matter how many times you kneel." Pesiff said.

"You... It's still so shameless! ”

The Sage of Shadows listened to Persif's nonchalant tone, and found that there was no way to vent her anger, and she snatched the letter that was placed on the table.

"I can help you get the word across, no matter how many letters you have! But those four children must listen to me from now on! Said the Sage of Shadows.

"Impossible!" Pesif refused at this moment, as a control freak, he could fall on his knees and ask for the Sage of Shadows, but he would not allow the cowardly thoughts of the Arcane to influence his offspring, "I can give you something else, as long as this letter is in the hands of Count Lionheart, he can give you many benefits to the Arcane Society!" ”

"Do you still have the qualifications to negotiate conditions?" The Sage of Shadows really wanted to knock this hateful man in the head with his staff.

"Of course, I have countless ways to send this letter to the Far South, and it is just a matter of writing a few more letters for others to deliver." He said.

“…… At the very least, you have to make those four children recognize me as a mother. In the end, the Sage of Shadows chose to compromise.

"They've always known you, but I'm still agreeing to your request." Pesiff said.