At midnight, the Bronze Crown Hotel, the most famous inn in the Ascatra slum, is still bustling with people.

Countless adventurers, mercenaries, merchants, drunkards, and civilians who were tired from a long day's work and wanted to have a drink to relieve their fatigue and have someone to talk to by the way, all gathered in the lobby on the first floor to talk.

From time to time, you can still hear bursts of laughter and scolding, as well as complaints about unsatisfactory life.

Although the waitresses did not stop serving wine and food to the customers with plates, the boss Lei Tinan did not see a trace of joy on his face, but frowned and revealed a depressed expression.

The reason is simple!

How much money can you make selling that bit of food and bad wine?

With the continuous involution and industrialization upgrading of various service industries in the old city wharf, there are fewer and fewer customers on the second floor who used to make money and provide special temptations, and he is about to be unable to operate.

In addition, with Zuo Si's professionalization and legalization of gladiatorial fighting, as well as the opening of related gambling businesses, the underground slave gladiatorial fights that used to be full of the Copper Crown Hotel were gradually not patronized.

After all, the slave is extremely resistant to this cruel game of gambling his own life to entertain others, so the fight is not very interesting at all.

In addition, the professional level of slaves is generally not high, and some are simply not there, except for being bloody enough, it is simply a mess.

On the other hand, holding a professional competition in the Grand Arena is far superior to the former in terms of scale, professional level of players, combat level, and excitement of performance.

It's like boxing and other combat sports, the most powerful, the most exciting, and the most powerful are always the champions who participate in the top international competitions.

And the rest of the amateur competitions and even illegal black boxing, a large part of them are street gangsters, ugly and unbelievable, where there is nothing to watch.

After all, no one is stupid.

One is to be able to stand in the spotlight and enjoy the cheers and worship of the audience, and you can earn wealth that others can't earn in a lifetime;

The other is to please others with blood and life without dignity, not to mention making money, it is good to be able to save your life.

Capable people, but not idiots, know how to choose.

So in fact, the Copper Crown Hotel is now in a difficult situation, and even games such as dog fighting and cockfighting cannot arouse the interest of customers.

The only thing that can make some extra money is the occasional verbal altercation between adventurers and mercenaries, which eventually leads to a never-ending duel.

Every time someone entered the iron cage in the hall on the first floor with a weapon, the entire tavern would immediately boil.

Even the most stingy guy will pull out a silver coin or two to place a bet.

It's a pity that this situation is not every day, and it is easy to be targeted by the municipal department.

You must know that today's slums are actually different from the previous situation of sewage overflowing, beggars and shacks, and should be called civilian areas.

Most of the old buildings have been forcibly demolished and replaced by neatly arranged buildings and shops selling cheap daily necessities.

Guards patrolling the streets and alleys can be seen everywhere.

Not to mention vicious crimes such as murder, even if you fight and fight, you will be caught in prison for two days to calm down, and you will be burdened with a very heavy fine for ordinary people.

After everyone knew the terrible price to be paid for impulsiveness and crime, the security environment in the surrounding area quickly improved.

Even the orphans who used to lose their parents and roam the streets all day long are now all housed in the orphanage built with funds from the city government.

The church of Irmat, the god of suffering, took the initiative to take charge of the management of the orphanage.

So the whole slum is getting better and better, and in some places small squares and parks have been set up for people to rest and relax in their leisure time.

The root cause of the fact that the Copper Crown Hotel is now able to have so many customers is the result of a drastic improvement in the living standards of the poor.

Before, they even had a problem with their survival, and where could they afford to buy wine and food.

But now, not only can I support my family through work, but I can also come to have a drink, eat some barbecue or snacks after work every day, and by the way, get some news from the mouths of people from the north and south as after-dinner conversations.

For example, the ambiguous rumors between the Emperor and the Cormier Iron Princess, or the Empire's sending air gunboats and dragon knights to fight in the Sea of Falling Stars, the red-robed mage of Searle, took the initiative to sue for peace, and so on.

Through this information, civilians at the bottom of society can easily build a sense of superiority, pride, and national identity in relation to the rest of the surrounding area.

After all, the stronger the empire in all aspects, the more stable their lives will be.

At this moment, no one dared to doubt Zuo Si's ability to govern the country as a monarch, and everyone was looking forward to seeing what kind of miracle he could create next.

And because this area has the lowest housing prices in all of Azcatra, it has also become the first port of call for many of the migrant workers who have poured into the city.

If I had to use one word to describe the slums today, it would be crowded, very, very crowded.

Many houses with an area of only forty or fifty square meters often have more than 10 people living in them.

Most of them are outsiders who come from other economically backward areas to work, and save money in order to save as soon as possible to return to their hometowns to start their own small businesses.

And in the eyes of these people, a house like this that can shelter from the wind and rain, have a bed and a quilt, and have a free public pool downstairs to take a bath is already very good.

At least it's much better than the thatched hut or shack I used to live in.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with the owner of the Bronze Crown Hotel, Rettinand.

He was now thinking about how to find a business that could make money quickly, preferably the kind that wasn't illegal.

Otherwise, just relying on the meager profits of selling wine and food would make it unbearable for him, who had long been accustomed to making quick money.

However, the thoughtful Lettinan did not notice that at this moment, the bartender he hired was at the bar, passing a message with a lady who was shrouded in a cloak.

This lady was none other than Jahira, who had been absent from the battle against Kangus.

As a harpist, the first thing she did after getting out of trouble was, of course, to find a way to get in touch with the organization.

However, due to the agreement between Zoth and Ilminster, the Harpermen's League had almost completely withdrawn from the West Coast Empire, leaving only one or two secret strongholds in the big cities to deliver the news.

Jahira also searched for a long time before discovering this person through the connector code.

No way.

In order to avoid Zuo Siduo's eyeliner, Ilminster took all the original harpists to the Northland when he was evacuated.

At the moment, this guy who disguises himself as a bartender is a new member who develops after the fact.

Taking advantage of Retinan's distraction, the bartender whispered in the ear of the half-elf druid, "We hope you continue to keep an eye on Aberdale, we suspect that Thus has some unknown intentions against the Blood Throne left behind by the Son of Baal and the God of Murder." ”

"But he's already told me about his intentions, and I don't think that's a bad thing." Jahira also replied in a low voice.

"How can you be sure he's not lying or deliberately misleading?

Don't forget, his true identity is the lord of the ninth layer of Bato's hell, a one-of-a-kind great devil whose strength is comparable to that of a god.

What's more, the battle between the sons of Baal was much more complicated than expected.

Many evil gods have begun to intervene and prop up their favored puppets.

If this thing is not done well, it will turn into a god war.

Don't forget the oath you made when you joined the harpist, and the responsibility that comes with your shoulders. ”

With that, the bartender picked up a bottle of raspberry wine and filled the empty glass in front of him, and then gently pushed it in front of the other party.

Jahira was silent for an instant, her eyes revealing a complicated look, she took the cup and drank it all, and after a long time, she couldn't help but ask, "What about the situation in the Northland?" I've heard that the Northlands have also been suppressed? ”

"Alas, not only repression, we are facing the crisis of losing our living environment.

Many of the towns that joined the trade alliance tasted the sweetness and became wealthy at a rapid rate.

As the locals became richer and more eager to enjoy themselves, the idea gradually turned against us and began to promote the idea that a civilization could transform and reshape nature.

In many places, they began to clash with the local druid, ranger, and elven villages.

This includes, but is not limited to, serious confrontations in mining, logging, domestic sewage discharge, and the manufacture of aqueducts.

Attempts were made at the top to mediate, but in the end, without exception, they all failed.

With the military support of trade alliances, these towns unceremoniously exploit the lands and resources they consider to be their own, and will use force in the face of destruction and resistance.

The conflict between the towns and villages of the Northlands and the wilderness and forests has never been more acute. ”

The bartender told him all he knew.

In his opinion, all this is inseparable from the emperor of the West Coast Empire, who is regarded by Ilminster as the strongest opponent.

Because Zuo Si took advantage of the weakness in human nature to completely disrupt the simple folk customs of the original northland, so that everyone began to become more and more greedy, and was no longer satisfied with the simple life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Instead, they began to pursue beautiful and fashionable dresses, specialties from all over the world, all kinds of luxury goods, and taste more food that they had never experienced before.

But all of this requires one thing, and that is money.

Therefore, people try their best to make money in order to improve their quality of life.

For example, more farmland was cultivated, more cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks and other domestic animals and poultry were raised, more trees were cut down to make furniture, more animals were hunted, their fur was stripped off, and mineral deposits buried deep underground were exploited.

All of the above are opposed by nature-worshipping elves, druids, and rangers.

The most terrifying thing is that, unlike the previous greed that only satisfies the upper ruling class, this is a group behavior in which all people can enjoy the dividends and voluntarily and frantically invest in it.

The Harpists League simply can't solve the problem by assassinating or eliminating someone.

Because the next leader to come to power will not hesitate to lead the people in this direction, and if not, it will become more radical.

It can even be said that the current harpists in the Northland are like rats caught in bellows.

Traditional allies, elves, druids, and rangers accuse the higher echelons of inaction, allowing greedy and stupid townsfolk to go on a rampage to destroy forests and nature, and some even renounce their role as harpists in anger;

The towns, for their part, accused the Harpists of harboring a mob that attacked civilians and gradually lost their trust.

Coupled with the frequent activities of evil organizations such as the Worship of the Dragons and the Santarin Society, the hordes of monsters and barbarian tribes in the wilderness are also ready to move, and Ilminster is now a big one.

He didn't expect that Zuo Si himself hadn't made a move at all, and the game he set up alone would make it difficult for him to parry.

Because if the harpists were to protect nature on the side of the elves, druids, and rangers, the entire organization would be isolated and even regarded as an enemy by the civilized world centered on cities and states, losing the positive image that it had built up so hard.

But if you take one side of the town and suppress the elves, druids, and rangers, there will inevitably be an unprecedented split within the town.

After all, the Harpists League was originally a decentralized organization held together by lofty ideals and shared beliefs.

In the absence of a solid common interest, it is almost inevitable that when there is a serious opposition between ideals and beliefs, it is almost inevitable that they will turn against each other.

Even Ilminster himself could not recover.

As a druid who believed in the goddess of the forest, Jahira could certainly understand what the bartender was trying to say, and sighed with a wry smile: "It sounds like we're in a big trouble like we've never been in before."

This trouble is not just a matter of situation, but also of thinking, ideas and values.

I warned the higher-ups that fighting Soth wasn't as easy as they thought.

This guy is always able to launch a series of desperate and deadly attacks in the most unexpected way.

He had long since turned into an out-and-out horror monster, both physically and psychologically. ”

"yes.

Who would have thought that a single trade alliance could have such a ripple effect?

And no matter how much advantage he has, he will never isolate himself, but unite all the allies he can pull together as much as possible.

Facing such an enemy gives people goosebumps just thinking about it.

Sometimes I wonder what the other side was thinking.

But now it's useless to talk about it, all we can do is do our part.

No matter what the future holds, life still has to go on. ”

After whispering a few complaints, the bartender quickly noticed that Retinam was looking at this side, and hurriedly closed his mouth and continued to work on his own, leaving Jahira alone at the bar in a silent daze.

I don't know if she was thinking about the future of the harpist, or remembering her dead husband, or thinking about her future relationship with Aberdell.

Although this half-elf druid did not want to ask Zoth to help resurrect Khalid.

But when she thought that one of the most dangerous adventures of the Son of Baal was about to begin, and that she might face stronger enemies and more dangerous situations in the future, she decisively chose to give up.

Just as Jahira was taking a sip of the raspberry wine in her glass, she suddenly saw a young girl with long brown shawl hair, mage robes, and a slightly luxurious cloak running in from outside, panting.

She looked only about sixteen or seventeen years old, obviously well-educated, her face looked very haggard and anxious, and her eyes had very striking dark circles, as if she had not had a good rest for a long time.

As soon as she walked through the door, the young girl made her way through the lobby on the first floor of the Bronze Crown Hotel at great speed, as if searching for someone.

Out of kindness, Jahira couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Kid, are you looking for something?" ”

"Ahh Embrace...... Sorry ma'am, I'm looking for an adventurer who can help. My family's castle has been attacked by monsters. ”

The young girl was visibly taken aback, and hurriedly explained at a very fast pace.

"The castle is under attack by monsters?

Shouldn't this kind of thing go to the town hall, the army, or the Knights of the Burning Heart?

I remember that the West Coast Empire had always been decisive and quick in dealing with this kind of thing.

What your emperor hates most is monsters who don't produce, but only know how to destroy and plunder. ”

Jahira asked with a puzzled expression.

With what she knew about Zuo Si, not to mention the siege of a castle by a monster like this, the other party could be slaughtered by a genocidal massacre if it was close to a town or village.

"I can't do that.

Because Isaiah did not know how to forge a document to announce that my father had agreed to marry me to him, and forcibly imprisoned me.

In fact, I sneaked out now after getting the news.

As soon as I show up in a place like the town hall, he will immediately show up and forcibly take me away as my fiancé.

I think it's most likely a deliberate conspiracy he hatched.

Deanisberg and my father are in danger right now, so please help me if you have a solution.

I promise to offer a good reward after the completion of the work. ”

Apparently, the crying girl was none other than Sir de Anies' only daughter, Naria.

Although Am's future had already changed beyond recognition under Zuosi's intervention, she still couldn't escape the catastrophe.

After all, the thunder of this matter was planted from the moment Sir de Anies adopted Isaiah.

Looking at the young girl, who was immersed in panic and panic, Jahira's compassion began to flood uncontrollably, and finally decided to help the other party.

However, she didn't take Naria back to the Mage Tower, but asked the other party to have something to eat here, and after a while, she got up and went back to plan to call Aberdell and the others to take over the task together.

But what Jahira didn't know was that she had just left with her front foot, and the shapeshifter hidden in the Bronze Crown Inn with her back foot sent all the information out in one go.

You don't have to ask to know that both Retinam and the liaison of the Harper's Alliance are always under the watchful eye of the Imperial intelligence system.

Ascatra has no secrets for Zuosi.

……

About a few minutes later, when Zuo Si, who was listening to the financial report at the Imperial Meeting, got the news from the Copper Crown Hotel, he immediately pursed the corners of his mouth and a playful smile appeared.

"Is it finally getting started? I thought these guys would be a little more patient than I thought. ”

"What do you mean?"

Vera put down the papers in her hand and looked up with an interested expression.

Zuo Si replied with interest: "Do you remember the list I submitted to the six-member council before?

The Mind Flayer who claimed to be the Hidden Ones returned to Amm after failing to take control of Baldur's Gate.

However, this time they did not choose to enter the city, but prepared to capture a castle located in the border area.

They took advantage of Isaiah's twisted vindictiveness to cover up the news and launch a surprise attack, and it is estimated that by this time Deanisberg should have fallen.

I'm curious about what the Mind Flayer has in mind when he takes a huge risk to take down a castle in the Empire.

Could it be that they want to use the captured soldiers and servants in the castle to transform more new Mind Flayers, and then create a mastermind out of thin air? ”

"Maybe it's the strategy you've developed that has squeezed their living space so much that they have to take this risk." Vera also analyzed.

As a member of Am's last powerful family, she certainly couldn't have been unaware of the fact that the Council of Six had launched an underground war in a fit of rage.

The goal is to eliminate a group of mind snatchers known as the "Hidden Ones", as well as the nobles, chambers of commerce, and other institutions controlled by them.

However, this underground war did not decide the winner in the end, but ended with the active retreat of the Mind Flayer.

After this, the Mind Flayers migrated to Baldur's Gate in the north, and even secretly financed Shalovok's seizure of power.

But everything they had worked so hard to do was completely bankrupt with the establishment of the West Coast Empire, and they had to escape through the sewers of Baldur's Gate once again, and they didn't know where they went.

Originally, Vera felt that after suffering continuous blows, the other party should choose to fly away and take root in those cities with weak defenses.

But I never expected that these guys actually had the courage to go around and kill back.

"Your Majesty, do you need me to take someone to kill all these Mind Flayers who don't know whether they are alive or dead?" A general stood up and asked murderously.

Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, there is no need for this for the time being."

Because this matter is still at the level of Isaiah's plot to seize the property of the Deanies family, there is no need to make such a fuss.

Now that Jahira has taken over the task, let the sons of Baal solve it.

Doing more kills and battles is good for their growth.

The main task of the Cabinet of Ministers at this stage is not to wage war, but to build, build and build.

I want to turn the whole country into a huge construction site and drive economic growth through massive investment in infrastructure.

As long as the empire can become the largest consumer market in the whole of Faeron, then the other city-states and nations will have to act according to our faces. ”

"Don't worry about that.

We have already embarked on more than 40 infrastructure projects, directly employing 500,000 people alone.

If all are completed, not only will the entire plain north of the Yunwu Mountains become the largest grain producing area on the Feiren continent, but a huge nationwide high-speed transportation network will also be established.

At that time, whether it is taxes or the output of various commodities, it will increase by more than ten times or even dozens of times.

Add to that the technology provided by the Church of Gunde, the god of craftsmen, and the large number of apprentices being trained by magic academies around the world, and we will see exponential growth in the coming decades.

And you will be remembered by historians as the greatest emperor in the history of Ferron. ”

Prime Minister Shod Tarovin summed it up in a proud and proud tone, and at the same time did not forget to pat the emperor's ass vigorously.

Although when he first took refuge with Shane VII, his goal was to make a lot of money from it and become a powerful or traitorous minister, which he did later.

But after Zuo Si took the position, in order not to become the chicken in the monkey killing chickens, his attitude directly made a 180-degree turn, the purpose was just to keep his position.

But who would have thought that pretending to be pretending to really do a good job.

Looking at this posture, it may be recorded by historians as a typical example of a famous virtuous minister.

So Shod Tarovin is very motivated and enjoys the feeling of being in power and building everywhere.

Most importantly, he believed that as long as he continued to grow at this rate, by the time he retired or died, the West Coast Empire would inevitably grow into a formidable behemoth.

As one of the founding fathers of the empire, he is bound to gain great fame and praise from thousands of people, even for hundreds of years after his death, and the entire family will benefit from it.

Facts have proved that there is never an absolute traitor or a loyal minister in this world.

There are only the needs of the monarch, and the influence of the political environment.

"Hehe, in that case, please come on.

Remember, every decision you make is making history, and every construction you make will benefit countless Imperial subjects.

Because before this, the continent of Faren had never given birth to such a large and highly centralized country.

If we do a good job, then all countries in the world will inevitably use us as the standard for evaluation.

But if we fail, then the road to a centralized empire may come to an end once and for all.

I promised the gods that I would see something different and possible.

So let's work together in mortal bodies to create miracles that will amaze and amaze the gods. ”

With that, Zuo Si set his eyes on the map made with high-level magic not far away.

Through this map, you can clearly see every road under construction, every airship that connects cities with cities in the air, and every sea and river dotted with points of light that represent ships.

There are also irrigation projects under construction and a public school that has been erected.

Needless to say, the act of building is involuntarily addictive, and produces an unparalleled sense of satisfaction and achievement.

Just look at the sparkling eyes of the cabinet members at this moment, they have become fanatics of this game just like Zuo Si.

……

At the same time, far away to the east on the other side of the Sea of Falling Stars.

The gunboats under the command of Jalusail had arrived in the province of Araur, which had been part of Serre and had just been ceded to the West Coast Empire.

After looking at these two empty islands that were only a group of abandoned old and sick people under the ravages of pirates, she couldn't help but sigh slightly and complained: "If I knew that I could take the ownership of these two islands, I wouldn't have allowed those pirates to come here and rob unscrupulously." It's good now, even if you want to rebuild, there aren't many people available. ”

"It doesn't matter.

There is no shortage of people in this area.

Mulholland and Ense on both sides of the Inland Sea in southern Alrambo were standard slave states.

I believe that as long as you make a condition to the public, declaring that any slave can obtain the status of a free citizen after coming to the province of Araur, there will definitely be many slaves who are willing to fight for the rest of their lives.

In addition, pirates can be ordered to raid the towns and villages along the coast of Mulholland, free local slaves and bring them back, and reward them according to the number of people rescued. ”

A high-ranking female dragon knight gave her advice.

From the eye-catching markings on the armor, it is not difficult to see that her identity should be the supreme commander of all the dragon knights on the airship, and she is also the lieutenant of the Iron Princess.

"Bounty? That's going to cost a lot of money, right? ”

Yalusail was visibly muttering about this costly and rapid increase in population.

After all, she was born in the Cormier Kingdom, and coupled with her father, Yasan IV, who was reckless, the country's finances have always been tight.

Therefore, whenever I hear that I need to spend a large amount of money, I will subconsciously want to avoid it.

But the female dragon knight shrugged her shoulders disapprovingly: "What are you afraid of?"

Are you still afraid that the empire will run out of money?

Or do you know how much His Majesty spent on building our dragon knight legion in the first place?

In his eyes, wealth has long been a meaningless number.

When I was looking for armor and weapons, I once visited a warehouse filled with countless gold nuggets, gems, and standard magical equipment that were neatly arranged and uniformly arranged.

Therefore, as long as he can achieve the set goal, he will not even blink his eyes even if it costs millions of gold coins. ”

"Well, maybe you're right."

The corners of Yalusel's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and for the first time in his life, he felt what it meant to be wealthy.

It's just that she doesn't understand why Zuo Si sent herself to do this kind of work that obviously belongs to the internal affairs department, and she also gave the title of governor.

She's obviously a military commander who can only lead troops to fight.

You don't need to ask to know that the reason why Zuo Si is doing this is actually to cultivate the Iron Princess's national governance ability.

After all, she wants to go back to inherit the throne of the Cormier Kingdom in the future, and then join Sambia as a staunch ally and satellite of the West Coast Empire in the Fallen Star Sea.

If the level of governance is too poor, how can you justifiably be crowned queen.

Riding around the two islands on a young dragon, Jalusail was surprised to find that although the pirates had looted the wealth and killed countless Serles who tried to resist, they had not carried out large-scale arson and destruction.

Not only are the houses on the island largely intact, but there is also a huge dry dock for shipbuilding and repairs near the port.

This means that the province of Araur has an extremely strong shipbuilding capacity.

As long as the craftsmen were gathered and the corresponding timber was purchased from the surrounding countries, a variety of warships and merchant ships could be built here.

With this in mind, Jalusail quickly ordered the surviving population of the island to be counted and screened, and ordered the raiding pirates to bring back more slaves.

In this way, two small islands standing in the southern sea of Serre began a vigorous large-scale production and construction movement.

With the help of professionals, Iron Princess devised a simple plan to increase the island's population from a few thousand to at least fifty thousand.

The first step to do now is to build a mage tower and a stable portal to ensure that you can always get support from the rear in the event of an emergency.

She didn't realize that her every move was actually watched and remembered by the red-robed mage on the other side of the sea.

Sazastan, who had always been strongly hostile and wary of Zuo Si, was watching through the magic crystal ball as countless laborers dug the foundation under the command of a dozen mages, and then put the hard granite blocks into it one by one.

Judging from the size of the foundation and the labor used, it is definitely a large or even giant mage tower.

After a few minutes, he interrupted the connection of the spells, raised his head and stared at the other chief sitting opposite him leisurely drinking tea, Demitra Furas, and asked bluntly, "Do you have anything to say about this mission and negotiations?" ”

The latter put down the teacup and shook his head gently: "No."

According to Kaleya's return, His Majesty the Emperor did not make things difficult for her, nor did he embarrass her.

Very simply agreed to our offer.

This is evident from the fact that Searle's ships can now leave the harbor without attack.

I think you're overreacting. ”

"Overreacting?

No, I'm not overreacting.

If you know anything about Soth, he's more insidious and cunning than any of our previous enemies.

Never be deceived by his reasonable, harmless disguise.

I was so good at this guy that I ended up getting nothing after paying for two artifacts.

What's more, do you think Essell's current state is really capable of resisting a huge threat from the outside?

Aznar Slur and his allies are nothing short of idiots, smashing my plans time and time again.

Now, I think it's time for a revolution to reinvent the Red Robe Wizarding Order and the entire Searle. ”

When he said this, Sazastan did not hide the murderous intent boiling in his heart.

Aznar Slul's series of small actions, resulting in the cession of the province of Araur and the complete loss of more than 90% of the naval warships, completely made him unbearable to end the ridiculously imbecile political system of the Chief Council.

By observing the rise of Zuosi and the West Coast Empire, the legendary lich became aware of the importance of centralizing power.

Only when power is concentrated in their own hands can Searle and the red-robed mage organization completely end the endless infighting and mutual strife, and concentrate their forces to realize a grand plan.

Now that Zuosi has succeeded in building a vast magical empire on the west coast, Sazastan intends to follow suit and build an equally powerful magical empire on the east side of the continent.

His plan was to first get rid of the leaders who opposed him one by one through assassination, planting and other means, and then send troops north to swallow the nearby Thleman, and then turn around and take Sesk, Jugu, and Nafir westward.

In this way, Searle could be on a par with the West Coast Empire in terms of land size and resources.

Although there may be a deficit in the population, it can be compensated for by the number of slaves.

After completing the integration of resources, we will consider whether to continue to encroach westward, or see the opportunity to go south directly to destroy Searle's former suzerain, Mul Holand.

In any case, the gods who once ruled the country have returned to the outer plane, and due to the internal contradictions caused by the departure of the gods, it may not be long before they will be torn apart like Enser.

Demitra Frass undoubtedly knew about Sazastan's ambitions for a long time, and took a deep breath and said tentatively: "Have you really made up your mind?

You know, once this kind of thing starts, it means that there is no turning back.

Either we win and become the rulers of Serre, or we lose and are expelled and there is no second way.

And once the fighting expands, the provinces will also be drawn into it and turn into a full-scale civil war. ”

"Yes, I made up my mind. Searle needs a phoenix-like rebirth. Otherwise, it will only slowly decay and deteriorate in constant internal friction. ”

Sazastan replied in the affirmative without thinking.

And while showing his heart, he has been observing the other party's reaction, wanting to confirm whether this woman will be on his side.

"In that case, let's start this show with the death of Aznar Slull."

Without any hesitation, Dmitra Fras followed suit and expressed her position.

Since she can become the chief, it is naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp, and she also understands that if she hesitates a little, she may be on the must-kill list of the chief of the necromantic faction in front of her.

The red-robed mage has always been accompanied by blood and killing when he is engaged in political struggles, and there will never be the slightest softness.

Sazastan nodded with satisfaction: "Very good." You go back and prepare now, and when the time comes, I'll personally inform you of the specific plans. ”

"As you wish!"

Demetra Furas stood up and bowed gracefully, then teleported and disappeared in place.

After only a second, she returned to her lair, and with a serious face, she instructed the disciples waiting here, "Kaleya, immediately send a message to Soth that the civil war in Serre is about to begin. ”

"What? Civil war! ”

Kaleya's eyes widened suddenly, revealing an expression of horror.

Although she had heard her mentor mention it repeatedly, she still felt a palpitation when it really happened.

"That's right, it's a civil war.

Sazastan's patience has reached its limit, and it is estimated that an assassination attempt against Aznar Slur will soon be launched.

And this assassination will detonate the contradictions between all the chiefs.

In short, no matter what the situation turns out in the end, we must first find a way out for ourselves.

I'm not going to be like everyone else, knowing that I'm not invincible, and still fighting on the land of Serre. ”

With that, Demetra Furas swung his hand and disappeared into the corner of the corridor leading to the basement level.

Just as Kaleya stood there digesting this information, she suddenly felt a piercing chill envelop her body.

Turning his head suddenly, he found that the vampire Shelesha had stood less than two centimeters away from him at some point, with an undisguised bloodthirsty glint in her eyes.

Moment!

The young red-robed mage lady was almost suffering from a heart attack, and asked in a frightened and nervous whisper, "You...... When did you come in? Didn't I tell you that this is the Mentor's residence, full of all sorts of magical traps and alarms? ”

"Relax, cutie, do you think you can stop me with those magic traps and alarms? What's more, I've now got a certificate of legal residency. ”

As she spoke, Shelesa pulled back her neckline to reveal a red mark on her left chest.

Apparently aware of what the mark represented, Kaleya exclaimed in disbelief, "You joined the Clan of the Spiked Vampire Lord?" ”

"No, I adopted him, to be exact.

Now, all the vampires in this building are my descendants.

Of course, I was still a newborn vampire who had just been transformed.

Not only me, but several other Talisman Masters have also used the information you provided to break into the other Chiefs' internal secrets.

After all, we are the most professional when it comes to stealing, infiltrating, and weaving secret intelligence networks. ”

The corners of Shelesha's mouth rose slightly, revealing two sharp canine teeth, and she leaned close and licked along the major artery in Kaleya's neck to her earlobe.

Stimulated by the extreme fear of being targeted by the top predator, the latter trembled uncontrollably all over his body, for fear that the other party would go crazy and be directly sucked dry by himself.

The more times like this, the more she can recall Zuo Si's good ......

(End of chapter)