After the celebration, the Desi Empire calmed down again, both the Western Front and the Eastern Front became quiet, and the atmosphere of peace once again enveloped the entire Desi Empire. More than in the previous wars, there was more talk about the "Basic Education Law for the Desi People," which had just been promulgated by His Majesty the Emperor himself, and there was a kind of surprise on everyone's face. In this Law on the Basic Education of the Desi, it is stipulated that all Desi have the right to receive free and three-year basic education after the age of eight.

Basic education includes literacy, some simple calculations, a little bit of physics, and some basic life skills. Every desi child can apply for admission at a tuition fee of 1 silver coin per year, and there are no other fees. This silver coin was not used elsewhere, but to pay for some books. Wren may not be a scholar, but he still knows the movable type printing of the four major inventions.

Movable type printing has reduced the cost of printing, and it has also caused the high price of books to fall rapidly and even collapse. In the circle of scholars, from the one-sided Black Rain, to the current polarization, it is enough to clearly see the influence of the Basic Law of Education. Especially after Randolph became the first Minister of Education, this guy, who was once regarded as one of the leading figures among scholars, immediately turned around and bit each other with some die-hard scholars after he became an aristocrat and became Minister of Education.

He did not allow anyone to affect his career in any way, and any possible danger was his target.

Some people say that he has no backbone, for the sake of a noble title, for the post of Minister of Education, he did not hesitate to become a lackey of Wren with a series of titles, such as usurper, monarchicide, tyrant, executioner, etc. However, Randolph disagreed, and he reiterated at many meetings in the scholarly community that he was not doing it to the die-hard scholars for Wren, but for the sake of the entire Desi Empire, for the sake of all the Desi.

Randolph's argument was supported by many scholars, who themselves were the beneficiaries of the Empire's primary education schools in various provinces and important cities, and some scholars who leaned towards Randolph and Rennes were also given the opportunity to do so. They will serve as leaders of local educational institutions, principals of schools, lecturers, .......

The civilians of the entire empire seemed to be celebrating, but there were only a few people who were saddened, and these people were the lords and lords of various cities. With the news that Wren personally conquered the Full Moon and defeated the hundreds of thousands of elite cavalry of the Full Moon Great Chieftain in the first battle, the last obstacle was cleared. Under the momentum of a great victory, any resistance and obstruction is stupid and ignorant, and no one will oppose Wren's fiscal reform plan, even if he is reluctant, he can only cooperate with a cold face.

At the same time, with the advent of the Discipline and Safeguards Commission, there were even desertions in some places, and overnight junior officials such as clerks and tax collectors disappeared without a trace.

The weather gets cooler as autumn progresses, and the morning dawn is later than in summer. The sky is still full of gloom, and there is not the slightest light, in the Golden Ring District, a group of soldiers escorted two closed carriages, along the first avenue out of the Golden Ring District, on the platform of the Silver Ring District, these people and carriages, taking the train to Bell Province, gradually left the imperial capital.

After a bumpy day, the train finally stopped at the stop in Milin City, Bell Province, and the group continued to escort the huge enclosed carriage out of Milin City and out into the wilderness. After half a day's travel, they finally arrived at the Bell concentration camp, which would be their final stop.

The Bell concentration camp, which has been attacked by public opinion again and again, still exists, and even though the war between the Desi Empire and the Byron Empire has ended, these people have still not been released. The days without a future and without hope made the Byronic people in the concentration camps look like demons. As fewer and fewer resources were allocated to them in the camps, everyone had to "fight" for the most basic supplies needed to survive.

The way of fighting was very civilized, and the leader of the concentration camp changed the rules of the game once again, and he immediately selected a small number of all the Byronians in Ebasilia in a ratio of twenty to one, and this group of small number was called "thieves". Over the course of a month, the camps will gradually announce certain characteristics or characteristics of these people, and if they are caught, they will receive their supplies for the next month. The "thieves" who are caught will have nothing next month, of course, they can use the points to buy life-sustaining necessities, but now the points in their hands may not be able to buy enough food and water.

In this game of catching thieves without any rules, it's not just intelligence and patience that are tested.

Here, hell is true!

During the day, there is not the slightest chaos in sight, but at night, there is no lawlessness here.

When the two huge enclosed carriages passed through the concentration camp, many people's eyes were filled with curiosity and inquiry, the concentration camp has not been a newcomer for more than a month, will it be a newcomer this time?

Yes and no, because their identity is very special, they are not cats and dogs, these people used to stand at the top of the Orlando Empire, they used to be gold nobles! But because their patriarch was stupid and miscalculated the situation, and wrongly bet their chips on the Orlando family, so they have lost the right to continue to be the gold nobles, and were transferred here by Wren.

They can still enjoy a good life here, because the camp will arrange a new set of games for them to live every day, but they also need to give something, such as being studied.

A man in his forties was naked and bound to a torture rack, his whole body trembling, his face pale and black, his eyes wide with terror wandering aimlessly. Although the weather had turned cooler, a large number of fine beads of sweat still appeared on his body, rolling slightly. The muscles in his legs began to twist and tremble rhythmically, a rare spasm caused by fear.

Around him stood more than a dozen middle-aged and elderly people in white robes, with a hint of curiosity in their indifferent eyes, one of them, who was already bald, stretched out his finger and pressed it on the man's body, then raised his head to look at Wren, "This is the Divine Descendant?"

Wren took out a small sharp knife and slashed lightly on the man's chest, and a red line appeared on the skin like freshly frozen cheese, Wren pinched both ends of the red line and squeezed it hard, and the blood flowed out instantly. The man struggled frantically, but his limbs, torso, and head, were tightly bound to the execution rack, and he couldn't even struggle.

From time to time, a golden point of light would appear in the scarlet blood and then explode, and all the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim even if they had seen such a scene a long time ago.

"Oh my God, is it really divinity?!", the bald guy stretched out his finger and dipped the blood on the man's chest, and then wrapped it in his mouth, his eyes changed slightly, "I can feel that the divinity in this blood seems to have some rejection of me, it's really amazing!"

A man with a grim expression also stepped forward, he was also stained with blood, and rubbed his thumb. The blood dried up as he blew on it with two breaths, and a thin layer of oily skin condensed on the surface. The grim creature watched carefully, then took out the staff Wren had given them—a staff rather than a stick the size of a little thumb, and welded a fragment of Tiberium hedron about a quarter of a unit in the middle of the stick.

In this way, only a quarter of the full unit of Tiberium Hedron Fragments does not allow these visitors from the Atlas to unleash powerful spells, but it is no problem to release some small spells that do not require much magic and can be used for research.

This man with a gloomy expression is a rare demigod-level warlock, and his research on bloodlines and bloodline power can be said to be the highest level in this group. As he whispered a rhythmic incantation, the blood on his fingers suddenly boiled, and wisps of golden aura were withdrawn from the blood, hovering in the air about ten centimeters above the blood, eventually forming a phantus with a human appearance.

Just when this phantom was about to condense, there was a chain of order in the formless shadowless that instantly wrapped around the phantom, wrapping it layer by layer, and then the phantom naturally collapsed.

Of course, the mortals here must not be able to see the embodiment of the most magnificent will of this universe, they can only see that the phantom suddenly encountered something that frightened him, it shook unsteadily, and then it took less than a second to completely collapse.

The warlock was silent for a moment and shook his head, "There is a more powerful law of order interference, and there is no way to trace the source of the bloodline, but there is no doubt that there is indeed divinity in this guy's blood." Saying that, his face suddenly became a little puzzled, not knowing whether to tell the strange things he had found, he looked at the calm Wren, and finally decided to say it, at least not to offend Wren because of this, and could only please him.

"From these divinities, I perceive the ...... of autonomous consciousness"

"I need to apologize for my arrogance, may I ask your name?"

"Max, Your Majesty!"

"Mr. Max, what do you mean by autonomous consciousness?"

Since Max has decided to tell the truth, he will definitely not be reserved anymore, "As we all know, the ancestors of the gods are gods, and the gods have unlimited power and powers that we mortals do not know. On the main plane, we have always believed that the so-called fall of the gods is not death and end, but rebirth. We don't know exactly what happened before the gods fell, but whatever happened, with the gods' grasp of the origin of the world, they definitely had enough time and means to avoid the real end. ”

"Many powerful warlocks believe that the gods are still lurking around us, and that they are just looking for an opportunity to return to this world. Or they are waiting for certain dangers to pass, and then they will appear before our eyes. ”

"In the divinity of this gentleman's bloodline, I feel a trace of consciousness fluctuation!"

Wren suddenly remembered the thick ring on his thumb, and the boy lying in the ice on the ice field, and they were indeed all waiting, waiting for a chance to come again. If this warlock named Max hadn't lied, then the so-called Divine Descendants, the so-called Divine Bloodline, might have been the biggest lie of all time. He suddenly remembered something else, that Emperor Orlando VI had given him a key, which opened a box and the ring that appeared.

The key itself, which is like a ring, has the function of detecting the purity of the wearer's bloodline. Does it mean that when the purity of the bloodline in a person's body reaches a certain level, the autonomous consciousness in the divinity will begin to awaken, and then take over the body of the bloodliner, or dominate his mind?

Again, this speculation originated from the little boy in the ice nest, and the high priest vaguely told him that if the time was right, the boy would become the new god. Does this mean that the purity of the bloodline in the boy's body has reached a level where it is enough to reawaken the consciousness of the gods, and what is lacking now is only some growth?

Wren picked up the knife and cut a cut in the back of his hand, blood slowly spilled out, and he looked at Max, "I'm also curious about my bloodline." ”

Max walked forward playfully, and in full view of everyone, pulled out a golden spoon covered with patterns from his bosom. This spoon comes from something that has been used by a true monument and a god at the same time. He erected the back of Wren's hand, filled the spoon with blood, and waved his small staff and recited a longer incantation.

As the Tiberium hedron shattered, the blood in the spoon actually rose into the air, forming a tumbling and boiling blood cell in the air. The water was constantly evaporated, and at last only a golden ball the size of a pea was left wrapped in blood.

Max took out a needle and carefully pierced the blood-colored coat on the surface of the goal, and in an instant, the golden ball shone brightly, shattering into countless thin lines in an instant, outlining a smart eye. The eyes were simple, but they could feel the anger conveyed by them, and the circle-like eyeballs rolled back and forth, finally aiming at Wren. Before he could make the next move, the eyes of the divine transformation instantly collapsed and dissipated.

In the deepest black hole of the universe, a "tree trunk" tightly bound by the chains of order let out an imperceptible muffled sound. The chains of order wrapped around its surface flowed slowly, wrapping the trunk tighter.