God, for almost all humans in the world of Feron, it is a term that can only be looked up to all their lives, and in fact, for thousands of years in the world of Feron, there are only a handful of people who have really seen the dignity of the true god, the vast majority of humans, elves, half-elves, they can only hear of the true god in their lives, but Shirley, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little excited, because the legendary god of death, Osiris, was sitting in front of her, although she was curious about what the true god looked like, But years of slavery have made her understand some truths, in front of the superior, before getting her permission, it is best not to look up, and talk less, so at this moment Shirley is kneeling on the ground with her head down, and she doesn't dare to take a breath.

Before coming here, the seemingly kind enforcer of the underworld told her why she wanted to arrest her, in the underworld, this kind of behavior of devouring other people's souls is not allowed, but because she belongs to protecting herself, not taking the initiative to attack, so she was not killed on the spot, and because that guy has no experience, this is praying to the true God, so there is all this happening now, which makes Shirley a little suspicious, she is just a dead soul, and she has violated the decree set by the true God, either live or die, Why did she bring herself to this huge palace? Of course, as I said before, she didn't have the courage to ask why.

Osiris sitting on the throne just stared at the soul of this half-orc, and the reason why she was brought here was very simple, in the soul of this cat man, Osiris felt Don Quixote's psionic energy, and what was even more peculiar was that this trace of psionic energy was fused with the soul of this half-orc, and she could replenish herself by absorbing her spiritual energy, thinking of this Osiris squinted her eyes slightly, kneeling in front of her all the memories of Shirley's past and present lives, including Shirley's own memories that had been forgotten, All of them were read by Osiris.

After a long time, Osiris suddenly spoke, "He's not dead."

This slightly abrupt sentence was like a thunderbolt in the sky to Shirley, it was obvious that she knew very well who the great god of death Osiris was referring to, and after a few quick gasps, Shirley raised her head slightly, glanced at Osiris with her peripheral vision, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Great Reaper, can I choose to be reborn?"

"Yes, but you'll lose all your memories."

"Poof," Shirley felt weak and sat down on the floor, obviously knowing that there was no point in her being reborn even if she had lost all her memories, because she was still alive at the moment, only because of the obsession with seeing Don Quixote again.

Shirley, who hadn't cried for a long time, finally couldn't hold back the tears that had been hidden in her heart for many years at this moment, because she felt that she had no goal to live, "Great Death, is he doing now?"

Osiris nodded slightly, and said two more words without hesitation, "Very good."

"He" came to her lips, and Shirley swallowed the sentence back, although she didn't know how Don Quixote survived, but it was obvious that after so much time, it was estimated that he had already forgotten the cat man back then, and there was no point in asking.

"Do you want to see him again?"

As soon as Osiris said this, Shirley's eyes lit up at first, and then dimmed again, because seeing him again meant that Don Quixote had to die once, no matter from any point of view, Shirley didn't want any accidents with this man, and she just shook her head slightly when she thought of this.

"Strange woman," Osiris apparently did not understand why the woman who still missed Don Quixote so much suddenly did not want to see him again, although in fact she did not explain clearly that she could bring Don Quixote over or send him back, "Do you still want to be born again?"

Shirley shook her head, got up from the ground and knelt down in front of Osiris again, "Back to the Great Grim Reaper, I don't want to. ”

"Will you work for me?"

Hearing Osiris's words, Shirley's mind couldn't help but flash the figure of the enforcer of the underworld, maybe this is her last chance, if she can please the great god of death, maybe one day in the future, when Don Quixote dies of old age, she can also pray to the god of death to let her see that man again, "Back to Lord Death, I am willing!"

Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, it has already arrived in the month of June agreed between Don Quixote and the pure-blood elf who pretended to be sincere, according to the plan, a large number of bards would have come to **, and then leave with a large number of stories and gold coins compiled by Don Quixote, such as the underworld and the altar of reincarnation, and then continue their journey to wander the world by the way.

But in fact, when Osiris rejected the faith of the living, this plan has been ruined, after all, if this matter is not supported by Osiris, these bards are even likely to be branded as hereticals, because such a thing has never happened in the world of Ferron, you belong to the arranging true gods, so the plan was canceled by Don Quixote for a long time.

And at this moment, Don Quixote is waiting for the right time, let the current prince of Char's seven states read the power, and set up a Char United Nations, then he and his two wives can retire, even if it is not a problem to leave Char with Char Jean, after all, she has basically delegated all her powers, military and politics, and has been handed over to the Mandela family to deal with.

If you encounter something that cannot be solved by conventional force, you can call Don Quixote and tell Char Jean, with the help of the teleportation scroll, teleport back to Char in an instant, in other words, when Char's United Nations was officially established, Char Jean is the position that plays the soul of the ancestors, the nominal queen of the empire, but no longer participates in political affairs, only takes taxes, and pays invincible force deterrence, which is equivalent to a humanoid nuclear bomb.

As Don Quixote said, in the world of Ferron, if the strength of the emperor can destroy the entire country, and he is willing, then he can choose decentralization, the more he does this, the more people below will work hard, you don't work well and make a mess, or you have something that you shouldn't have, it's okay, kill you, change to someone else, this position, some people want to do it.

However, after decentralization, there is still one of the most important problems that needs to be solved, that is, the real-time control of the country, this real-time control you can't expect from the management level, what mess they have The first idea is to cover up, and then solve it secretly, so there must be an intelligence organization to monitor the entire Char United Nations, there is no need to be exhaustive, at least the big mess can't come out.

In fact, whether it is the earth, or Ferron, any force in any country is like this, no one can do everything, whether it is China or the United States, they can only ensure the stability of the vast majority of the people, and there will always be a part that cannot be taken care of, this is a problem that cannot be solved by manpower, although it does not seem so fair, so Don Quixote will not pursue the ethereal absolute fairness, as long as it is stable.

In the palace of the Char Empire, a special guest was welcomed today, that is, the pure-blooded elf Irelia from the Moon Shadow Island, and the reason why she came here was because the subordinates of the Harpist Alliance found out that the current princes of Char's Seven States were doing very similar to before the last civil war, and Evan, who learned about it, sent Irelia to ask her what happened, after all, it was also an old friend. Evan didn't believe that this group of newly appointed princes dared to rebel, and now the Char Empire was completely in the hands of Char Qin, so the contract of the gods was just a piece of waste paper.

However, the pure-blood elf was a little incredulous, because she had never seen such a structured power system, "Queen, are you sure that you will manage your empire like this in the future?"

For the subordinate of the elf who had a good relationship with his ancestor, Char Qin also gave her enough face to receive her personally, "Of course, if that person doesn't die for a day, Char's heart will not disappear if he splits me, so instead of letting it split, then I will be one step ahead of him and let him be inseparable." ”

"I see," Irelia nodded slightly, obviously knowing that this way of governing the country called the United Nations was also forced to helpless, "I will tell my lord." ”

"By the way, Lord Irelia," Don Quixote, who was standing behind Char Jean, said suddenly, "I'm very interested in the intelligence system of the Harpists Alliance, are you interested in cooperating with us?"

"Cooperation?"

"That's right, just like now, you still collect your intelligence, but you can sell us the part about Char, I think you also know that this kind of United Nations governance, what we need most is such a monitoring system, but it will take a long time for us to form such a large intelligence organization by ourselves, and your Harpist Alliance has the existing resources, besides, our ancestors have an extraordinary relationship with your master, so we still trust you very much, So I want to work with you for a while before our intelligence system matures."

"Okay," Irelia nodded, "I'll get back to you soon."

"Ha, don't worry, Your Excellency has come from afar, and now I'll rest here for a few days."

"Is that good?"

"Of course, we're friends," Don Quixote, who was about to continue talking, narrowed his eyes slightly, muttered a few words in Char Jean's ear, bowed slightly to Irelia, and left in a hurry.

"My butler has some business to attend to, Lord Irelia, it's noon, let's go have lunch together."

"Thank you for the Queen's hospitality" -

"I've seen Lord Osiris," Don Quixote saw Osiris in a remote room in the palace, "I wonder how the underworld transformation project is going now?"

"Very good," Osirelis who came over this time did not have a clone in the real sense, that is to say, there was no divine soul in it, just a black gas composed of divine power, obviously for Osiris, the divine soul is also a very precious thing, there is no need to waste it at will, in the face of Don Quixote's flattery, Osiris is still the same as before, without a word of nonsense, but directly said straight to the point, "There is something to tell you." ”

"Goddess, please speak."

"I found a woman named Shirley."

"Smack!" Don Quixote involuntarily took a few steps back, obviously, this guy knew that Osiris must not be referring to his own daughter who was still in Britain, but the cat man who had died because of himself, thinking of the corrosion of the soul of the Styx water, Don Quixote could hardly imagine what would happen to this little kitten who almost only had the strength of ordinary people's souls, "How is she?"

Still too lazy to speak, Osiris once again shared her memories with Don Quixote-

"Will you cry too?"

"You're mistaken," Don Quixote rubbed his hand against his face, "and a gold coin just fell into my eye." ”

"Lie again, where did you get the gold coins?"

"Hmm~" Don Quixote, who was not in a very good mood, was also a little speechless by Osiris's professional cuteness, "Are you here to tell me about this?"

"She's very similar to the woman you told me about named Amanda Meng, it's quite pitiful, and she wants to take you to the underworld to bless the divine powers, you are mine, the elect!" (To be continued.) )