Squeak———

The balding man with long hair pushed open the wooden window.

A slight temperature difference blew into the room with a gust of fresh wind, and the warm artificial sunlight was reflected in the three-meter-wide bed through the curtains, and the cool air finally made this closed room barely dissipate some sweat and the smell of heather.

The long-haired man was facing the window, his hands folded, clutching the pure gold cross around his neck, and silently chanting prayers.

Finally, the morning service ends with a low prayer.

"The Lord is always there."

Grigory Novieer Rasputin.

Today, the favored retainer in front of the new emperor of the Ursas Empire, who was from a humble background but was full of divine grace, won the emperor's favor with his supernatural 'divine skills', and was awarded the title of "prophet", which was often relied on by the emperor.

However, Rasputin himself prefers to be called a wizard rather than a prophet.

Even in a high position, Rasputin never dared to forget what he had climbed to his current position.

Just as Sakaz would combine his experience with the Source Stone technique to create the Source Stone Medical Technique, Rasputin also has a lot of research on the Source Stone Technique.

After years of research combined with his own deception, he developed a special source stone technique called large-scale hypnosis.

It is precisely because of this that he was able to repeatedly perform so-called 'miracles' in front of the public, won the emperor's appreciation, and was able to enter and leave the Ursas palace at will.

Later, he relied on his unique big yin skills to seize the opportunity to fornicate with Queen Ursas, influence the government, and win a lot of benefits for himself.

Eventually, I sat in my current position.

However, just like people will automatically react when they are stared at behind for a long time, and the emperor can vaguely detect something after wearing a green hat for a long time.

For example, if a certain child's genes are not right, the fishy smell on the bed, etc., accumulate little by little, and one day it will explode at a certain moment.

Rasputin can be said to be well versed in the truth of being prepared for danger in times of peace.

Of course, the reason why he has only recently started to act is mainly because he has keenly caught some red flags from the recent behavior of the nobles of the Ursas State who are councils returning to their own territory.

In order to save his dog's life, Rasputin will not pin all his hopes on the stupid emperor of Ursa, and while his royal favor is now in full bloom, he must also plan a territory of his own.

After such a back and forth, coupled with some coincidences, Rasputin finally came up with the idea of a fantasy.

Sure enough, with the great nobles of Ursas cooperating with the illusion in batches, he only slightly proposed to His Majesty the idea of opposing them, and was immediately granted the right to transfer the third royal guard, and he was solely responsible for it.

Of course, in the case of self-responsibility, the reward will naturally go all to you.

If as expected, at this juncture where His Majesty is fighting for power with those big nobles, he only needs a little push to make the big nobles lose a lot of property and interests, and he can get a large reward from His Majesty.

It's a pity that in order to erase the traces and blow up the transport ship, he sacrificed a lot of believers

Even he himself consumed a precious one-time teleportation technique, and teleported to this safe house at a fixed point at a very long distance.

However, the most dangerous time has passed.

Now, he only needs to rely on His Majesty's favor to survive the next wave of big nobles, and he can get his own missionary territory.

As for the threat of the illusion?

Scold!

Mere armed enterprises, also have the audacity to oppose my big Usas?

Although I heard that the owner of the company seems to have some skills, I think it is just a group of frogs at the bottom of the well boasting to each other.

What's more, this time, everything was carried out according to the plan made by 'that person', and in the operation, even the transport ship of the illusion was destroyed, and even so many of his own believers were forced to sacrifice, and everything was done seamlessly, leaving no trace.

Even the great nobles are probably only guessing what they did - but they have no proof!

Hengzhu is just a technology company with some money and a little reputation in various places, and what can they do with themselves without evidence?

He's a Father of the Ursas Empire!

From the very beginning, Rasputin did not take the illusion into account.

Even, to be able to do this, he felt that he was cautious enough not to leave the slightest handle in the hands of others.

No matter how bad it is, even if someone finds him, he just needs to hide in the palace! What can Illusion do with him?

Blew up the palace?!

Joke.

While mentally reflecting on his actions and making sure that he would not fall into the hands of any high-ranking nobleman, Rasputin walked slowly out of the room.

At the door, the original owner of the manor was standing respectfully, holding a wet towel in both hands.

Rasputin took the towel with a flat expression and gently wiped his naked body with a calm expression.

The stocky middle-aged man of Ursas looked sluggish, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Rasputin has long been accustomed to this situation.

Since he developed the hypnotic source stone technique, his life has been like a plug-in.

Women, wealth is everything.

Like this kind of manor owner who only has money but no strength, he only needs one look to brand his own thinking seal, so that he can't break free for several years.

Even if he is a powerful professional, he only needs to work a little harder.

Because spirit and strength are different, the will cannot be improved without limits by blindly repeating exercise.

This is also one of the reasons why Rasputin has been able to dominate the court for many years without falling.

Seeing that this 'believer' was quite well-behaved, Rasputin raised his head slightly, and casually threw the towel that had wiped his body into his arms: "Go and clean up the room, your wife and maid are fine, I'll come back in the afternoon." ”

"Yes, Wizard."

The middle-aged Ursatian man bowed his head and answered, then silently entered the house and began to clean.

Rasputin went downstairs to enjoy breakfast.

The yogurt in their Tukum City is not bad, it tastes unique, he likes to eat it, and he was very happy with the cheese that he had for breakfast yesterday.

What's in for breakfast today?

Mr. Rasputin was in a very relaxed mood.

I was humming a little song and walked to the dining hall, when I heard a sudden voice ask not far away:

"You're a wizard?"

Rasputin's steps stopped.

Then, he didn't even look back, slammed out a small pit the size of a human head, and his sturdy body crashed through the handrail of the wooden staircase, and threw himself straight out of the villa.

This series of actions can be described as fast and fast, without the slightest hesitation, and he doesn't even intend to know who the other party is, and the judgment is far beyond ordinary people, if he changes someone, he may really be able to escape.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in reality.

【Stillness】

At the moment when the soles of his feet were only about 20 centimeters from the ground, Mr. Rasputin, who was running out, was artificially cut off from the world with him as the center, and the space within a radius of five meters around him was so forcefully cut off from the world.

The body curled up and ready to unload the force stopped in mid-air so abruptly.

The facial muscles remained tense, seemingly serious and indifferent, clearly at a life-or-death juncture.

However, when this expression is placed in a still space, it is comical as if it were a black-and-white mime at the beginning of the last century.

Pupils constricted in the direction of the visitor.

——The dining table, which was six or seven meters long, was covered with a neat white silk cloth, but at this time it was trampled on by a pair of leather shoes, his slender legs were resting on the table, and the seemingly thin man put his fingers together and put them in front of his abdomen.

Han Baiyi just sat quietly on the main seat, looked over the entire dining table, looked at him indifferently, and asked word by word.

"Shall I let you go?"