"Pharaoh Ezindor asks that you go to the audience at once. ”

Kunini lingered in front of the copper-clad oak door leading to the conference hall, repeating the phrase in his mind.

He licked his chapped lips and wiped his reagent-stained fingers from the black burqa.

While the Pharaoh's acolyte delivered this message to the Speaker of the Obsidian Council, he was still busy experimenting on the flesh and blood of the Demon Lord's avatar.

He wished he had time to change into a decent dress, and as a Devil's Count, Cuñini knew the importance of a good personal image.

It's a pity that he couldn't keep the Pharaoh waiting.

The attendant ran out, "Master Kunini," the young man is of an age-appropriate age, "and the Pharaoh invites you in." ”

The door squeaked open as it was pushed open by the attendant.

Kunini ruffled his burqa, making sure it was at least level, and then walked inside.

He had seen the Pharaoh many times before, but had never been to this council hall - in fact very few people came, and in general, only the Great Veishor and the Pasha would have such qualifications.

At the top of the conference hall was a magical vault that poured the rays of the eternal sun, but without making people feel hot. The sun shines on the beautiful tapestries hanging on the walls, bringing to life the history of Medici depicted on them.

Esindo sat upright behind an oak table made of the finest oak, taken from the flagship of a pharaoh who had been destroyed in a naval battle. Broken quills and scrolls sit scattered on the table, all "declarations of war" invoked by hopes, threats and lies—a record of open and dark battles without gunpowder.

"Kunini," the Pharaoh beckoned, bringing the Devil's Count's mind back, "I have read your 'observations.'" ”

"I see. Kunini thought to himself.

At the same time, he calmed down a lot in an instant, because things were back to what he knew, and the devil had many "good plans".

"You should know that the Obsidian Council exists because of my support—for the sake of the balance of power in the Medici Empire, not for the silverfish-like nobles of the Bait. ”

"Your candor...... It's a bit of a surprise, but you've told me about it a long time ago, and I couldn't agree more. ”

There was an appropriate smile on Cuinini's face, which made it seem that he was wise, not flattering.

"Just now, in this conference hall, I made an 'extortion' against the two Pashas. ”

"Extortion is a gamble, a tool used by desperate people," the smile on Kunini's face was even more than a point, as if he was about to burst out laughing, "You only do what you are sure of." I suspect that you are only for the sake of the well-being of the Medici Empire, so that those two adults have made some of your obligations clear. ”

"Obligation—haha, you're right. ”

It was Ezindo who laughed first, causing a few drops of ink to drip from the quill in his hand, and the Pharaoh grabbed a pinch of chalk and covered it over the papyrus scroll, carefully removing the ink stains.

"But the Celestial Heng is still not balanced," Essindo raised his head after processing the ink marks, his eyes as cold as daggers that pierced people's hearts, "and you promised that the Obsidian Council could provide me with enough weight to use it." ”

"That's it," the Devil Count, disguised as a mortal, chose to forbear for the time being, and he lowered his head, "I haven't forgotten the promise I made......"

“...... And what about the result?" the Pharaoh interrupted Kunini and continued to ask, "The noble mages of the Obsidian Council have proven to be inferior to the airships created by the dragon Pasha?"

"Soul Energy Collector. ”

The cold words came out of Kunini's mouth, and his pupils dilated even a little when he heard the word Pharaoh clearly.

In this regard, Kunini was very satisfied, "Your Excellency the Great Vishur, or the successive Alains, their strength has never been questioned in any way, even if the successor with mediocre qualifications obtains this title, he will become the number one spell caster of the Medicchi. ”

"What do you want to say?"

In the face of the Pharaoh's questioning, the Devil Count was not surprised, "Your Majesty, haven't you thought about why, or the tradition since ancient times has made you lose interest in 'questioning'. ”

When it comes to the means of manipulating people's hearts, if the Batzu clan is called second, then no one dares to call it first.

He continued, "The Great Veilles are powerful because they have mastered unique spell casting methods. Unlike Medici, and even the one common to all spellcasters in the world of Ashes. ”

In order to increase his persuasiveness, Kunini took out an obsidian orb from his robe, "While all of us are still shabby using this sporadic life energy as a spell casting consumption, Davishur has almost exclusively enjoyed even more powerful soul energy!"

Even though the Pharaoh was not a mage, he understood what Kunini was saying.

In fact, Essindo knew even more than the other party, as the current ruler of the Medici Empire, he knew that his ancestor had made the highest-level spell contract with the first Alain -

The ancient soulbinder mage Shurric, at the cost of his allegiance to the House of Ezindor, gained the support of the Medici Empire, and was able to manage the soul of every mortal who died, and draw some of its power for his own use, just as the gods once held high.

For thousands of years, successive generations of the Great Veishurs proved their loyalty to the House of Esindor, and no matter how dull the pharaohs of the time were, they would do their best to assist them.

For thousands of years, mortals have died from generation to generation, and the souls they left behind have not caused any disasters because they have been properly managed, so the entire ash world has not slowly become a country inhabited by humans and ghosts after being cursed by the gods.

However, the power of Davishur did not belong to the Pharaoh.

Although he could not deprive him openly due to tradition, his coveting of it has never disappeared. At this time, Kunini's words were tantamount to hitting Ezindo's heart directly, and he couldn't help but want to know more.

"Your Soul Energy Collector is complete?"

"Soon, your majesty, rest assured," Kunini replied with a bow, "When the Demon Plague broke out, I happened to acquire a magical artifact called the 'Shrine of Shadows', which was arranged in advance in the city of Beit by the Demon Lord incarnation in order to store the power of chaos, and it inspired me a lot. Soon, the power in their souls of the slaves who will be made into obsidian orbs will not be wasted in addition to their life force. And with the Hybrid Collector, you'll have the same power as the Great Veshur.

"Be careful not to make mistakes," Ezindo thought as he crossed his hands on the desk, he still couldn't resist the temptation he couldn't refuse, "It's not an example, this is the only time we're going to challenge tradition." ”

Kunini smiled again, "One last time." ”