Ever since the mages of the Highlands broke away from the Legislature and re-established the Mage Council to oppose Merlinle, the connection between the Mages of the Northern Snowfields and the Plateau Mage community has become extremely delicate.

Although both are composed of mages, there has been a huge divergence in the positions and interests they represent for each other.

The Plateau Mage Council is essentially an alliance with the Plateau Kingdoms, and they not only represent the position of the Plateau Mages, but also share the risks and benefits with the Plateau Countries.

Merlin Lehe, on the other hand, is more like a huge reef standing in the tide of this monstrous era, although it is constantly withstanding the lapping of the waves, but with its own size and stable position, it still stands.

After the outbreak of the war, the relationship between the Council and the Law Council fell to a freezing point, and the two were almost cut off from all communication and contact that had to be carried out, and in order to ensure that Merlin Lehe would not interfere with and infiltrate its own magical communications, the Plateau Mage Council even directly made large-scale adjustments and modifications to all the Mystic Instruments of Mel's Eye set up in the highland towns.

This makes communication between the two sides more difficult.

Therefore, when he heard about the visit of the council ambassador from the mouth of the female mage, the old mage Weika also showed a surprised look, which was not the same as the highland mages in his impression, he knew that the national character of these plateaus was as stinky and hard as a big stone in a swamp, even if the legal committee took the initiative to give in and show goodwill, they did not pay attention to it.

Now, they're able to take the initiative to make visits, and that's a huge breakthrough.

"What did they come about?"

"Because of the newspaper, of course, Mr. Weka."

Seeing that Old Wecca's attitude had changed, the female mage finally smiled again: "The 'Torch News' and the article from the 'Ghost of Salem City' spread faster in the highlands than in the plains...... Neither Vortel nor Hayne had time to interrupt their spread, but the Kingdom of St. Steele took some drastic measures. ”

"St. Steele, hehe."

Weka shook his head, then he put away his pipe, and his face became solemn: "I need a report on the recent battles of the Saint-Steele army, and their movements...... Let's prepare it, maybe it will be useful. ”

"Rest assured, Mr. Veka, we're ready...... I believe that the ambassadors of the Council are also interested in this, and they do not trust their ally very much now. ”

Hearing this, the wrinkles on Veka's forehead relaxed: "Okay, then let's go to the General Office now." By the way, help me find two more 'Torch Reports', and I'll be able to use them later." ”

……

If the change in the city of Salem was the trigger for this huge war.

This hastily printed newspaper and began to spread widely with the help of George Markham's arrangement and accumulated contacts became another important node in this period.

Complemented by another section of the newspaper, an article written by Master George Markham, in extremely direct words, exposes the truth behind the assassination of the royal family of St. Steele, and the important role played by the Black Sun Society in this.

This article had a great impact on the hearts of the people of St. Steele, who could not imagine that a society or sect that believed in strange gods could become the de facto administrators of their own country, and on the basis of this understanding, one immediately linked the many anomalies of the years and the strange decisions that directly endangered the country and its people with the Black Sun Society.

As a last resort, the government of the Kingdom of St. Steele cut off all communication channels between the civilian population and the front-line army, and a considerable part of the police stations began to be handed over to the direct intervention and management of the royal family.

As for the previous arrest warrants for Frey Mayer, George Markham, and others, they have also been reactivated......

However, in such a situation, these draconian measures within the Kingdom of St. Steele have further deepened the truth of those claims.

Even the Kingdom of Horn and the Kingdom of Waterl, which are allies, have increased their vigilance because of this.

In Waterl's military system, Sophia, the princess who had begun to monopolize power, with the acquiescence of her teacher "Three-Clawed Falcon", opened an emergency transfer order for the northern ally Kingdom of St. Steele, and the Ymir Legion, which was directly under the royal family, and the rest of the corps began to secretly move to the north of Vottel, and part of the new ordnance and steam train resources that should have been delivered to St. Steele were also temporarily shelved for various reasons.

At the same time, almost all of the people involved in the creation of the content of the Torch have also begun to receive a lot of attention, with Master George Markum and the painter Gerasimov applying for the key asylum of the Highland Mage Council, while Professor Frey Mayer, who was originally in the Fifth Chasering Regiment, left the Fifth Chasering Regiment with the help of Major Alfred and Verine Ernst and began to secretly travel to Brownhill Town.

Less than a few hours after Mayer left the Fifth Chasseur Regiment, Verin, who had used her authority to help Meyer deliver the message, welcomed more than a dozen Ymir legionnaires with royal orders and council mages who were ordered to accompany her.

In the face of this expected arrest warrant, Wei Lin acted extremely calm.

She had already packed up the books and magical literature she needed to use next, and after being checked by the soldiers of the Ymir Legion, she boarded the vehicle with her belongings that she didn't know where it would take her.

Wei Lin didn't have much fear of what might happen next, she was as calm as if she was just going to some academic conference, and she even pinched a few slips of paper and calculated some kind of magic formula when she was shackled with the silver shackles.

As for what is happening, the people in the city of Seren naturally have no way of knowing.

But in the past few days, these survivors, who have become very numb, have clearly felt the changes in the power structure of the city of Selen, as if an invisible palm is constantly trying to knead the clay scattered in the city.

The only strange individual to return to the city by accident after the Celestial Revolution seems to have brought a breath of life to the lifeless city of disaster.

With the adjustment of the action decisions of organizations and groups such as Iris Street, the Legislative Council Residence, and the Tricolor Brotherhood, the survivors in the city of Salem finally caught a glimpse of an extremely faint light in despair, as if it was a ray of sunlight shining through the boundless dense clouds.

At the urging of Hug, General Butz, the ruler of Iris Street, finally completed a meeting with the temporary administrator of the Judicial Council Branch, the Hermit Genet, and although both sides retained a considerable degree of caution, they finally agreed on a larger goal.

Subsequently, some of the soldiers of Iris Street entered the Iris Station, and as Xiuge had previously arranged, these soldiers became sentry posts on the surface of the Iris Station, and even the Iris Street logo and flag were hung on the wall of the station.

As the only remaining alchemist in today's Salem City, the boss of Gerald, who has ogre blood, finally got his due treatment, he got rid of the work of helping to watch the warehouse and maintain weapons on Iris Street every day, and was able to enter the laboratory of the Judicial Council's residence, and joined the research team led by Master Justina.

Their task is heavy, and in the very limited time they have to complete the verification of the ideas proposed by Mage Justina, and further confirm the magical nature of the children of the Abyss.

Felix, who was huddled in hiding with the children, and the other scattered survivors were finally accepted by Iris Street, and at the recommendation of Xiuge, Felix, who was once the head of the Seren Mutual Aid Association, took on the management and review of the survivors of Iris Street.

At first, Felix didn't understand why Hug emphasized the so-called "censorship" when accepting the refugees, but he finally understood the purpose when he succeeded in using certain discourse related to the "Black Sun Society" to detect a few people who were not right.

Everyone is busy.

Xiuge was even more busy.

However, while Iris Street and the Law Council branch are trying to gather the scattered survivors, Shug is doing a similar job, but he is using the identity of the leader of the Tricolor Brotherhood, and his target is not the scattered and poor ordinary survivors, but the bandit dens that have gathered in the city of Salem and occupied a considerable part of the supplies and hideouts.

Although the city of Salem is not large, it is enough to breed a considerable number of maggots.

"Leader, the people of Iris Street have clashed with our people, and they seem to have a lot of mages...... According to your previous order, we have abandoned that block, all the people have withdrawn, and some of the materials and alchemy equipment that cannot be taken away have been directly abandoned. ”

A member of the Black Sun Society was in the meeting room where the Tricolor Brotherhood was stationed in earnestly reporting to "Shuge".

In the eyes of these members of the Black Sun Society, this young leader seems to have become a lot colder since he completed the "clearance" of the Judicial Committee's residence, and now, from time to time, his body will show a rich black light and shadow, which makes all the members of the association even more awe.

And the mage "Birva", who was sitting directly opposite "Xiuge", was now carrying out some experiments with that extremely ugly and hideous face, according to him, this was the task given to him by the leader, and no one was allowed to interfere.

"Xiuge" nodded, he opened his mouth, and a faint black mist drifted out, and then he said: "Just go according to the plan, give up control of the southern area of Salem City, this is the agreement between me and Iris Street...... We're focusing on the north. ”

"Yes, we're doing that, but the sewers in the north of the city are more dense, and there are more 'Children of the Abyss' there, and the damage is greater."

"It's okay, it's just a bunch of fools, and if you die, you'll die."

"Xiuge" sneered, his tone became a little weird, and even more cold: "Don't forget, gather those who disagree with our decision, and if they don't accept our approach and are unwilling to obey our orders, then I will give them the corresponding end ......"

The members of the association nodded repeatedly: "That's right, leader!" This morning, our men caught some people in a building to the north, who were said to have been members of the Mutual Aid Society of Seren, and who were supposed to be dealt with on the spot, but you had ordered them to be brought back, and they were locked up in the basement, and you could see them at any time. ”

"Well done, get busy...... Let those fools be careful, don't kill our captives. ”

Although it was only a very simple compliment, the member of the Black Sun Society, who had been recognized by the "leader", was extremely excited, bowed to Shuge, and then respectfully exited the conference room.

As soon as the door closed, Xiuge, who was sitting on the soft chair, collapsed, and he exhaled heavily, and a thick magical mist immediately drifted out.

Seeing this, "Birva", who was sitting opposite him, shook his head, and silently picked up two clean glass jars, stuffed two crippled juveniles that had just been catalyzed by the crippled drugs of the Black Sun Society, and lined them up in a row.

After this, "Birva" stood up and locked the door to the conference room, after which he waved his hand gently.

With the fluctuation of magic power, "Shug Ernst", which had been maintained for most of the day, immediately turned into a cloud of fog and disappeared in place, and then "Birva" stretched out his palm to his face, and with the touch of his palm, the extremely ugly face immediately writhed violently, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pitch-black mask.

The crystalline wall clock on the wall was beating little by little.

Xiuge picked up the water glass, and the cup was already cold and refreshing, and it tasted very bad, but this was already considered a luxury in today's Seren City, after all, many people may not even be able to get hot water.

It was a rare break for him.

Maintaining the mirror messenger stand-in for a long time, and wearing the black mask that allows him to gain the face, memory and thinking of others, will bring an extremely serious magical and mental burden to Xiuge, if it is just the consumption of magic power, it is fine, but wearing the mask for a long time will make Xiuge have a sense of disorder.

He really didn't want to feel and snoop on those memories from Berva if he could.

The sensation made him very sick.

(End of chapter)